#And that's how Regulus met Pandora

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"So, where's my future husband, today?"

Regulus frowned. It was rather funny to hear a fifteen year old girl say that.

"Sirius is not your future husband" Regulus grunted "And don't touch that!" he exclaimed as he took some ornament away from her hands.

More than a fifteen year old, this girl acted like she had five.

Lovegood's niece turned out to be a nightmare. Another thing that Regulus had to take care of after Sirius left. Another responsibility that Regulus had to face. Babysitting practically while the "real adults" partied downstairs.

Of course Grandfather Pollux was looking a potential wife for Sirius. He just turned eighteen. And one of the duties of being the Heir was to marry well and have little heirs of his own.

As they were in the 19th century, for God's sake. That's when Regulus thanked to be invisible for everyone in this family. No one was looking for potential girlfriends to introduce him. Thank God!

If only Grandfather Pollux knew Sirius was probably shagging a boy right now. Lupin, nevertheless. And that he didn't want anything to do with this family anymore. That he said he would never return. That he would never be the Heir.

Orion and Walburga had done well covering for his absence so far. Planning ways to make him return. But Grandfather Pollux was going to be furious when he found out.

And guess who was the replacement in case something went wrong?

"You're just jealous because I am marrying Sirius and not you" the girl put her hands on her hips defiantly.

Regulus for a stupid unknowable reason went red.

He scoffed "As if! I rather die alone than ever getting the chance of marrying you"

Of marrying anyone really.

"Well, good luck I got the most handsome brother then..." she spat, Regulus took a deep breath "Although Uncle told me that if I don't marry Sirius, I have to marry you!"

Regulus blinked in shock. What??? No no no no no.... Not with her!!

The girl was amused to Regulus's reaction.

"What's on the third floor?" she asked and immediately ran up the stairs. "This house is enormous!"

This bloody girl had more energy than a kangaroo.

God, what if she broke something? Or worse... Got into Sirius’s room. Regulus was going to kill her.

"Hey!! Wait here!" he said as he ran upstairs after her.

"You better make your brother marry me if you don't want me as your wife. I am telling you we would get along horribly!"

She kept climbing and climbing the stairs, giggling like a little girl. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Pandoraaaa!" Regulus ran after her "Pandora Lovegood!!! Come hereeee!"

Regulus was going to murder her and send her back to America when he reached her.

Noo with this girl, Nooo!

[butterflies-and-bling]

i raise you: blonde, fundamentally fucked up neurodivergent rich girl with family issues and her booksmart gf with a very strong moral code and slightly less obvious family issues

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

[ellecdc]

Mother, i have another poly!moonwater request but its a little angsty and tbh its probs mostly Barty appreciation because i 100% believe he'd be the best support system.

So, it doesnt happen very often but Reggie and reader are fighting. Idk what about, maybe she put herself in unnecessary danger or hid a wound?? But Remus has to take Reggies side or maybe he refuses to get involved.

Anyway, as a result she runs to Barty (i imagine she's his James and hes her Sirius) because he's her safe space and is surprisingly soft and comforting. If its readers fault he would be gently upset with her but calmly talk it out with her however he's still on her side and would hide her away for a couple days and let the boys panic for a minute because thats his person aaaaaand he is a little insane.

Hope that all made sense, and then a happy ending or i will cry.

Love youuuuuuu 🫶

'happy ending or I will cry' say less, babes 🫡 Barty to the rescue

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who's best friends with Barty

CW: mentions of fainting, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blowjobs, Barty wishing people dead (what's new?)

Remus, throughout his life, has not been a stranger to conflict. His father spent Remus’ earliest years in constant battle at the Ministry fighting against werewolf rights. That conflict turned into Remus’ own lifelong curse of lycanthropy as a form of revenge. Remus’ muggle mother and wizard father spent many years in conflict over how to best love and support their werewolf son. Remus and his father experienced a lot of conflict when Dumbledore invited Remus to attend Hogwarts despite his lycanthropy. Remus experienced a lot of conflict with pureblood supremacists at school. Remus experienced conflict with his own friends, namely Sirius, after an unfortunate ‘prank’ that nearly cost both Remus and another student their lives.

But one aspect of Remus’ life that had yet to be a source of conflict had been his relationship with you and Regulus.

It seems almost unfathomable that the three of you managed to intertwine your lives without so much as a clash, but it was true. Regulus brought a confident and assured energy to the relationship, you brought an empathetic and quiet energy, and Remus supposed he was perhaps the most easygoing of the three of you, and that was good for the group. 

It is because of this lack of conflict that Remus was very confused to walk into the private study room that the three of you had reserved to find you and Regulus in the middle of a very heated spat.

“And since when don’t you tell me these kinds of things?” Regulus barked angrily at you. Remus actually had to shake his head as if he were hallucinating; he could have easily mistaken Regulus for his brother who was far more hot headed.

“I didn’t know I had to keep you posted on every little thing that happens, Regulus; I was busy.” You spat back.

“Whoa, okay. What have I missed?” Remus asked cautiously, placing his book bag down slowly on the table as if the situation in front of him were a live wire.

“Your girlfriend” Regulus spat as if girlfriend was a dirty word, “fainted today. And I had to hear about it from Pandora!”

Remus ignored most of the things that came out of Regulus’ mouth at the sound of ‘fainted’.

“Dovey! What happened?” He asked, looking to you in horror.

“What happened is she’s been overworking, under-sleeping, under-eating, and she needs to learn to say no to people!”

You scoffed at that. “You mean learn to say no to McLaggen. Just say it Regulus, this about me tutoring the sod in Herbology.”

“This isn’t about some bloke, Y/N!”

“You fainted?” Remus interjected, looking you over as if he may see signs of a fall. He did suppose you looked slightly peaky, but you were clearly worked up over whatever was going on with Regulus.

“Only a little.” You mumbled; voice still taut with impatience though you lowered the derision in your voice when you spoke to him.

“Right. And tell me, how does one only faint a little?” Regulus sneered.

You met him head on, grunting “Knock it off, Regulus. I mean it.” 

Remus noticed a slight quiver in your lip, but you stood your ground. He couldn’t say he completely disagreed with Regulus, but he didn’t think shouting at you like this was particularly helpful.

“Dove, we’re only worried about you. It makes us nervous if you’re not taking care of yourself and we don’t know about it, if we at least knew-” He tried, but you scoffed again, but this time at Remus. 

“Of course you’d side with him. I don’t need the two of you looking after me!”

“Well apparently you do.” Regulus barked. You didn’t bother dignifying that with an answer.

“Can we just talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly, eyes turning towards the table.

“No, we’re talking about this now. Because Salazar only knows what I’ll be hearing from Pandora next!”

“Maybe I didn’t say anything because this is exactly how I knew you would act.” You glowered at him.

“Are you even supposed to be out of the infirmary yet? What were Madame Pomfrey’s instructions?” Regulus demanded.

“I’m not doing this right now. You’re acting-”

“What were the matron’s instructions?” He asked again, voice threateningly low.

“Stop it, Regulus, I'm ser-”

“When I ask a question, you answer me.” Regulus ordered; voice booming and full of authority. 

You paused in packing up your bag to look at Regulus, holding his gaze as if daring him to utter another word. The atmosphere went from the heat of battle to ice cold in a matter of seconds.

Remus took one last look at Regulus, knowing this would be it; this was how they would lose Regulus. He’d have to tell Sirius that his brother was dead, and it was just better if they all moved on. Cause of death? Oh, Y/N burnt him to ashes with nothing but a glare.

You dropped your bag back onto the table and took a step towards Regulus, dropping into a verydramatic curtsey, making sure Regulus watched.

“Yes, Master Regulus.” You sneered with contempt before returning to your full height, eyes still never leaving Regulus’. “I seem to have forgotten myself. I live to serve the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

And with that, you snatched your book bag and left the study room, slamming the door behind you. 

Remus was admittedly very surprised everyone survived this ordeal, though he took a moment to examine Regulus’ form.

“Well...” Remus started. “You’re not bleeding.”

Regulus let out a breath he’d been holding and sunk into his chair. “I don’t...I don’t understand. Was I wrong?”

Remus felt like this may have been a trick question. “Well, I don’t think you were right.”

Regulus looked over miserably at that, eyes begging Remus for comfort. Remus unfortunately couldn’t give it. 

“I’m sorry, love. You went too far.”

“I should go after her.” Regulus sighed, looking like he was thinking of getting up.

“Do you value your life?”

“Remus...”

“You need to let her cool off, Reg.”

“But-”

“I mean it, Regulus.” Remus said sternly, raising his eyebrows at the shorter boy. “You were too angry to see it but she was very upset – probably even more so if she’s already not feeling well.”

Regulus crossed his arms not unlike a petulant child being told they weren’t allowed to have a cookie before supper.

“Fine, but soon it won’t just be Y/N I have to convince to forgive me.”

Remus, completely unsympathetic to his boyfriend’s grumblings, smirked as he took out his homework. 

“Well, perhaps that’s what you get for acting like your father.”

Regulus let out a very inelegant groan and let his head fall onto the table with a thunk.

Everyone had their person, for better or for worse. Sirius had James, Regulus had Pandora, Remus had Lily, and you...well, you had Barty.

And perhaps whatever Barty lacked in terms of critical thinking skills and sanity, he made up for in terms of loyalty and enthusiasm. 

You knocked on the door to Barty’s dorm from the hallway when you heard a muffled “occupado!” through the wood.

“Barty? It's me.” You called quietly, hearing the sound of a locking charm being lifted from the door immediately.

You pushed open the door to see Barty laying back against his pillow with a cigarette in his hand and Evan Rosier laying on top of him with a book as he read. 

“Hiya, treasure. Where’d ya leave Reggie?” Barty asked, blowing smoke away from Evan’s book.

“We got into a fight.” You admitted quietly. 

Suddenly, Barty’s cigarette was flicked towards the fireplace and Evan was, very roughly and unceremoniously, dumped from his lap.

“Ah! Fuckin’ hells Junior, what was that for?” Evan muttered as he rubbed the back of his head, standing from his newfound place on the floor.

“Out! I need time with my beloved!” Barty squawked, sitting up further against the headboard and opening his arms for you as an invitation.

“Wha- what do you mean? I’m your sodding boyfriend!” Evan beseeched. Barty spared the boy a glance at that.

“Exactly, you’re only my boyfriend, Y/N is my soulmate. Now out with you.” He dismissed, returning his eyes to you. 

You (somewhat meekly as you passed Evan) made your way over and crawled into Barty’s lap as Evan let himself out of the dorm room (his own dorm room, mind you).

“Alright, my sweet treasure, spill. What are his crimes?” He murmured into the top of your head.

“He yelled at me.” You said meekly, voice turning up at the end as you felt tears well in your eyes.

“Dementor’s kiss.” He proclaimed without hesitation. “Egregious, absolutely horrific crime.”

“Barty...” You moaned.

“What? I’m not kidding, I want him dead. Yelling at my sweet girl like that. For shame.”

You let out a sigh as the first few tears fell onto Barty’s shirt. You knew he was seriously hurt on your behalf for not saying anything about ruining his silk button up.

“What reason could he possibly have had to yell at you?” He murmured again into your hair, rocking you back and forth.

“I fainted... in class today.” You admitted with a grimace.

As you expected, Barty paused in his movements and lifted you up off of his body to examine you.

“Fainted!?” He hollered. “How, treasure?”

You groaned and leaned forward, wanting to hide your face in Barty’s chest again. Thankfully, he allowed you to do so.

“I don’t know...Madame Pomfrey said it could be a few things. Not enough sleep, not eating enough, stress.”

“And he yelled at you for that?”

“Well...sort of.”

Barty hummed in acknowledgement but allowed you to sit in silence as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“He was mad because he found out from Pandora.” You admitted. 

“Hmm, sounds like Regulus felt stupid. Not an easy task, sweets, Salazar knows I’ve tried.” Barty determined.

“How do you mean?” you asked into his chest.

“He just always seems to know the answers when I-”

“Not that, Barty!”

“He didn’t know you had fainted, and it sounds like he perhaps didn’t even realize you were unwell. He would have thought that made him look like a fool, which it does.” He explained, lacing the words at the end of his sentence with disdain.

“Barty...” you chided.

“I mean, come on treasure; you have two boyfriends, and one of them is a Slytherin! You’re telling me neither of them noticed their most perfect, sweetest angel was struggling? Foolish. You can’t blame Lupin, though, he is a Gryffindor after all; hanging with the likes of those oafs ought to cost him a couple brain cells each day. Hey, listen... you say the word and you and Lupin are more than welcome to shack up with me and Evan.”

“Barty!”

“I’m just saying!” He yielded, holding his hands up in surrender. His faux-serious façade fell away when he noticed the corner of your lips quirk into a smile.

“I’m sorry he yelled at you.” He offered.

You half sighed half groaned as you fell back into Barty’s chest.

“I guess he was just worried about me...” You relented.

“Yes. But don’t make it easy on him, okay? It’s fun to see the sod sweat every now and again.”

“Regulus...I don’t know if this is a good idea. I really think we should let her come to us.” Remus muttered quietly from behind Regulus, but he wasn’t having any of it.

This had gone on too long, in Regulus’ opinion. You were hiding in Barty’s dorm room whilst Regulus stayed in Remus’, and while he loved Remus, he hated Gryffindor, and he missed you.

“Enough is enough, Remus. I want her back.” Regulus declared as he stepped up to his door and banged on the back of it none too gently.

“Junior!” He barked through the door. “I want my girlfriend back!” 

“No one’s home!” Barty called through the door. 

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back into his head even he was sure they were going to get stuck there.

He put his hand on the door handle and was hit immediately with a localized stinging jinx, causing him to rip his hand back off of it and hold it to his chest protectively. 

“Ow! Fuck Junior, what did you do!?” He called through the door. 

“Leave a message!”

“Oh, I’ll leave you a message alright.” Regulus spat.

“Dovey?” Remus tried calling gently through the door. “Can we come in? Please?”

It was quiet for a moment before Barty answered for you. “No.”

Remus shared an eyeroll of his own before cautiously touching the doorknob – apparently it had only been cursed against Regulus. 

“Okay, I’m opening the door.” Remus warned.

“I wouldn’t do that! I’m shagging your girl in here.” Barty called.

Regulus watched Remus’ face and knew two things to be true: that Remus was 97% sure that wasn’t true, and that Moony was very worried about that 3%. Ultimately, it appeared that Moony had won, causing Remus to barrel into the room rather ungraciously. 

Barty was sat in a chair with his feet kicked up on a desk and a book in his hand, which he lowered to examine the two intruders casually.

“That was very rude, you know. What would you have done if the lady had been indecent.” Barty scolded, using his book to point at your curled up form on Regulus’ bed, pointedly facing away from Remus and Regulus. 

Regulus felt his heart crack painfully at the sight, sharing a look with Remus who gave him an encouraging nod.

“Amour?” Regulus called gently, moving around the side of the bed in an attempt to see you. His heart cracked again when you hid your face in your arm.

“Please, my love. I’m...I’m so sorry.” He pleaded, kneeling down in front of you and cautiously stroking your arm. “I should never have spoken to you like that, I...I was wrong. And rude. And out of line. I’m sorry. Please? Please look at me, mon amour, laisse-moi arranger ça?” 

You turned your head up at that, and the final splinter that carved Regulus’ heart into two was the tear stains on your cheeks. 

“Oh, mon amour, je suis vraiment désolé. Je suis le pire, je suis vraiment désolé.” 

“Your fancy sweet talk won’t do you any good here, Black!” Barty hollered from his place across the room. “I’ve already told her that she and Lupin are more than welcome down here with me.” He added with a lascivious wink in Remus’ direction.

Regulus could see Remus’ cheeks pink at the compliment, but he also gulped at the threat.

“Say it ain’t so, mon amour.” He said to you, caressing your arm with one hand and delicately taking yours in his other, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss. “Is it finally happening, are you going to leave me for another? Surely you can do better than Junior, non?”

Regulus’ heart sped up almost double time as you offered him a watery smile. “No.”

“No? You can’t do better than Junior?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes as you sniffled and tried to wipe some of your tears away. “No, I’m not leaving you, you sod.”

“Oh, thank gods.” Regulus sighed dramatically, letting his head fall into the bed in front of him. He heard you chuckle above him, and you moved your hand into his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“Oi! How come he gets head scratches for being a wanker and I get jilted?” Remus pouted from the middle of the room.

“Oh, come here lover boy.” Barty cooed at him, opening his arms and spreading his legs to make room from the lycanthrope.

Remus let out an awkward ‘erm’ from the middle of the room before you chuckled and invited Remus to join you for his own head scratches.

He opted to curl up behind you as the big spoon and wrap his arms protectively around your middle, adding his hand to Regulus’ shoulder as he still knelt on the floor at the head of the bed. Perhaps not the best angle for head scratches, but he was clearly very happy with his current predicament.

“Right then; have either of you tossers seen Rosier?” Barty asked as he stood from his chair.

“Common room.” Remus and Regulus answered in unison.

“Thanks.” He said as he made his way to the door. “Stay out of the bathroom for a while, yeah? I owe that sod so many blowjobs after all of this.” 

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e.9 w/ regulus pls, i'm on my knees 😭

this is technically a steamy prompt, but gosh this grew real sugary sweet really fast lmao. hope you enjoy the drabble, love<3

Prompt: E.9 "Use your words, sweetheart"

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: implied smut (mdni), not proofread, loads of cursing, talks of sex, background dorlene and rosekiller, established relationship, slight implied d/s dynamic where reader is d, regulus is a Quidditch Player™ but also easy to fluster, marlene is not a quidditch player in this (blasphemy, i know), gn!reader

Note: i could make a part 2 with actual smut, but this is what came to me rn

Perhaps your favourite part of your boyfriend is how multifaceted he is.

Because when you first met him, in all his moody brooding, repressed emotions, dry sarcasm and school-orientation, you never could have imagined how fervent Regulus Black could get about quidditch. The same Regulus who rolled his eyes painfully hard at his brother and friends's jock habits, as he referred to them as, the same Regulus who polished his Head Boy pin multiple times a day. Somehow, it was the same Regulus you saw run into a slam-hug with Barty on the field once they landed, with wild eyes and tousled hair after catching the snitch that just barely secured Slytherin’s victory against Gryffindor.

“Bloody fucking yes!” You could hear the boys’ exclamations clutter against each other in the air as they hollered their celebrations. 

A wide grin was glued onto your lips as you cheered and clapped with the crowds surrounding you in the stands. Marlene’s voice was bursting your eardrums as she cheered specifically only for Dorcas while grumbling over Gryffindor’s defeat – a complicated day for the blonde.

On the field, Regulus turned from his friends to scour through the stands before his eyes found yours and somehow he smiled wider. Your heart soared every time you saw his carefully crafted mask slip to reveal true enjoyment. His smile grew cheeky as he blew you a kiss with a flourish you knew he would never let fly so publicly had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Breaking from Slytherin’s passionate celebrations, Regulus Black is taking the opportunity to show his wonderful partner some love.” Pandora’s soft voice booms through the amplification spell as she wraps up her commentary for the game. You grow bashful in your cheering, especially when Marlene elbows you with her wolfish grin, but you don’t cease your clapping – and you don’t break eye contact with Regulus as he walks backwards towards the locker rooms, only tearing away when he has to.

The team are some of the last people to enter the Slytherin common room for the rager that always follows matches with Gryffindor. This time, it was put together by a few fifth years who seemed to consider them their personal heroes – you had overseen some of the decorations just to ensure there were no pictures of Evan with hearts drawn around them, lest Barty get murderous in his partying. 

They were a sight as they walked in with their wet hair from showering and still that crackling atmosphere of sheer joy and perhaps a twinge of earned arrogance.

Dorcas is the one who announces their entrance. “We won, bitches!”

The room erupts into cheers as Marlene runs to lift her girl up, twirling her around as they giggle through kisses. You would have smiled at them in admiration for longer, had your own attention not been reserved for a certain set of black curls.

Regulus is at the very back of the group, just behind Evan who had Barty all but draped over his shoulders, a small smile seemingly etched onto his lips. You were torn between petrifying his face so it could never move from that beautiful expression, and hiding it from the world with an array of kisses. You had a feeling he was partial towards the latter. 

“Nice of you to finally show up at your own party, love,” you say cheekily, as he greets you with a murmured amour before pulling you into his arms for a tight hug.

He smells like his soap and cologne, having cleaned himself up as attentively as he always did. Maybe someday you could convince him to sit in the sweat for a bit, reeling in the victory.

“The hero who caught the snitch.” Your voice is low and teasing, only really intended for Regulus as your arms around his neck.

Barty is never one to miss something though, head picking up from his huddle with a maniacal grin. “Hells yeah,” he yells, cutting through the lively chatter of the room. “Reggie, our hero!”

Everyone erupts into cheers, hoots and whistles – definitely not for the last time of the evening – as Regulus bashfully hides his face in your neck, still not broken away from your embrace. You giggle into his ear, clearly pleased with the teasing attention he receives, to which he pinches your side. When you yelp and swat at him, he comes out of his hiding with a smile that he finally presses to yours.

His kiss receives some more hollers, but they are nothing but murmurs to you as his soft lips mould to your own. You deepen the kiss, trying to get impossibly closer as your blood warms. You’re sure he can feel it emanate through your clothes pressed to his or your palms in his hair.

“Hi,” he whispers when you pull back, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Hi there, seeker. Ready to go celebrate your acts of valour?”

His eyes remain trained on your lips as you speak, which only makes your smile more teasing. He doesn’t answer you right away, holding you close by the small of your back as the party picks up around you. 

“Or did you have something else in mind, player?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

He realises you have read him like the books you bond over, and gives you a few rapid pecks to make up for it. “You know me too well,” he laughs.

“I think I know you the perfect amount.”

“Then you know the only one I want to celebrate with right now is you.” Regulus’s eyes are a beautiful mix of dark and soft as he stare at you, adrenaline seemingly ebbing out of him as he just melts into you and his prescribed lovesickness.

“Silly boy,” you whisper against his lips before giving him a slow, open-mouthed kiss where you tug his bottom lips between your own. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean,” he all but whines back between kisses as you move to his upper lip. 

“Hm, maybe.” He recognises the glint in your eyes as you pull back to look at him. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Almost all softness seep from his face as it takes on a hungry quality that his reserved for only when you use that tone.

“Minx,” is all he whispers before his hands slide to find yours, squeezing them as he begins to pull you through the crowd.

“Oi, Black!” Dorcas yells as she sees your figures sneak your way between people with apparent haste. “The fuck you think you’re goin’?” Just from her voice you know Dorcas has had a drink, as her accent has thickened. 

Before either of you can respond, Evan drags her down by the elbow to the sofa he’s sprawled across as he drawls, “They’re going to celebrate dearest Dorc.”

A spat ensues between the two at the use of her least favourite nickname. Regulus has the decency to grow slightly pinkish at that, but his hold on you remains close and you can all but feel his jitters through his touch.

Barty looks at you two upside down from where he lays balancing on top of the sofa. “You nasty fucking pigs,” he grins. “Enjoy yourselves heartily, but get your butts down here to have fun with us too when the adrenaline wears off.”

You snort as Regulus only grows more red. You give Barty a wink as you begin leading the way, dragging your boy dumbly behind you. “We will, Junior, don’t you worry.”

“Bye, Treasure!” Barty calls behind you as you run up the stairs towards the boys dormitory. Regulus’s hand is hot in yours and your stomach tingles in anticipation – but more importantly, your heart aches with pride and love for your hero seeker.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 8!!

July 8th <3

Traditional - @jegulus-microfic - words: 797

First part Previous part

They were sat on their respective sides of the room, James on the left and Regulus on the right. James had a bored look on his face as he mindlessly flicked through his phone, Regulus with his face in a new book.

He flicked the page, the silence in the room suddenly too loud. He sniffed, flicking his eyes away from the book and towards James, who had resorted to attempting to flatten his hair, it wasn’t working.

“What are you doing?” Regulus chuckled.

“Does my hair look flat?” He asked desperately.

“No, it looks like a birds nest.” A groan. “I’m just being honest!”

James put the comb down and gave him a wonky smile. “I know.” He sighed and hung his head off the side of the bed, his hair now sticking straight up, Regulus resisted a laugh at the sight. “Can I ask something?”

“Depends what it is?” Regulus questioned, a quiver in his voice.

“When did you run away?” He got a weary look from Regulus. “I was just always curious why Sirius didn’t take you with him.”

He blinked slowly, it wasn’t an odd question to ask someone like him, yet coming from James it felt different. It was clearly something he’d been thinking about for a while, Regulus wanted to know why he cared so much though, judging as they met a mere few days ago.

Regulus stared at him for a moment, contemplating his next words, before he decided that James was the human embodiment of the sun, and could do no wrong even if he tried.

“I chose to stay.” James gave him an odd look. “Then as soon as I turned 18, I said goodbye to all of my parents traditional views, took the money they put away for me, and ran to Pandoras house.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Regulus snorted. “Now that’s enough of that.”

Letting out a chuckle, James nodded to him, now fishing out his laptop from under his pillow and going to stick a movie on, inviting Regulus over.

He smiled and walked over to the bed, watching as James chewed his lip in concentration as he picked a movie.

-

Don’t ask Regulus why he thought it would be a good idea to tell James to put a horror movie on, but it most definitely was the best idea he’s ever had.

“This one’s not even that scary!” He laughed out.

“Reg it’s two in the morning, and there’s a clown running around killing kids.” James gasped. “What the fuck!”

Regulus let out another snort, covering his mouth with his oversized jumper sleeve and watching as James’ eyes trailed pennywise on the screen.

“How are you laughing right now?” The older boy gave him a pointed look, turning his head to face Regulus, their noses close together and the dull light of the laptop illuminating James’ face.

Regulus coughed. “Don’t be such a wimp.”

Receiving a pout from James, he smirked in return.

Now they sat with nothing but the sound of the movie in the background, the occasional pitter patter of leaves blowing against the window and creak of the bed when either of them moved.

The scene now was quiet, the characters whispering and intense music building up. So Regulus positioned his lips right up against James ear and gave a short. “Boo.”

The James let out the highest pitched squeal known to man, jumping back and proceeding to glare at Regulus.

“That wasn’t funny!”

But Regulus was laughing, head thrown back against the wall, rosy aching cheeks and a lightness to his face that even he knew was rare.

James didn’t speak, Regulus looked over at him, smile still on his face as he raised a mocking eyebrow at the older boy. “You-“ He threw a pillow at Regulus. “Little shit.”

“Aw, but you like me.” Regulus spoke in a mimicking voice, blinking up at James. The brunette didn’t say another word, smiling and shaking his head fondly before looking back to the screen.

Regulus tried to avert his attention to the movie, he really did, but James looked so happy.

Yes, he looked good, jaw dropping gorgeous even. But it wasn’t just that, there was a kind twinkle in his eyes and a quirk to his lips, a genuine smile. Not the one he puts on for people, because he doesn’t have to do that with Regulus. It’s a sweet one, short, small, but sweet none the less.

He’d much rather watch James than the movie, he never realised just purely looking at someone be happy can bring him so much joy, bubbling up inside him and making him want to hold onto the smiling boy and never let go.

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Home

The epilogue

Series

Summary: Remus revels his secret to you, and is surprised when you accept him so blindly. Sirius and you find a way to make him know how loved he truly is.

Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x female reader

Warnings: Talks of bruises and injury, feeling inadequate (Remus), crying, comfort and fluff, suggestive themes.

Word count: 2.7k

AN: I have rewritten this so many times over the past week because I had no idea how to finish it. That and I’m still ill at the moment. Hopefully I managed to do it justice. Thank you. If you enjoy, please, like, comment and reblog.

Remus had come accustomed to the idea of being a werewolf. It was forced upon him after Fenrir Greyback took that choice away from the boy before he could even reach his fifth birthday.

This hospital ward is a chrysalis in the worst of ways. Remus usually a kind and beautiful person had been melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work.

Remus lies in the bleach tinctured ward on the crisp but thinning sheets. A curtain hangs limply on the chrome railing, looking like it's been washed a thousand times. With eyes on the polystyrene tiles avoiding your gaze. If he were to look into them, his heart would break into pieces without a moments breath. His chest begins to crack his spirt as it tightens into a knot like a cramp and a quiet fear builds inside.

Though the room is unfamiliar to you, in that hospital bed is a soul that has been woven into yours since the first time you laid eyes on him at Kings Cross Station all those years ago.

The look in your eyes broke him. Still, you required confirmation from him before going any further.

“Remus, you’re scaring me.” Your fingers found his as you sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. Blankets shifted underneath at your weight.

“Have you heard of a little thing called lycanthropy?”

The head nod with wide eyes that Remus received from you was enough confirmation to continue his explanation.

“When I was four, another werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, he, well..bit me. He was angry with my father about what he said about werewolves. So he used me to punish my father in his own twisted way.”

Most wizards and witch’s did not take well to his lycanthropy creating a constant fear in Remus since he was a little boy. His ma and da felt it. Sirius, James, Peter and Lily felt it. Now you did too.

“Every month when on the full moon, I leave to avoid hurting anyone and the boys come with me-“

“In their anigmus forms.”

“You knew?” Remus chocked out from his tired body.

“Only that they were anigmi, nothing of your condition. Regulus, Pandora and I caught on quickly. They weren’t exactly subtle.” You wiped a tear before it could fall from your face, offering Remus a smile as you spoke.

“You never cease to amaze me, angel.” Remus hand cupped your check and gently he used his figure to wipe your tears. You couldn’t believe he was comforting you when he was the one in pain.

“I understand if you decide you cannot be with me, anymore. Just please don’t punish Sirius for my condition.”

The words left his mouth and left a sting down your throat. You bartered your eyelashes a few times in confusion.

“Why would I do that?” You asked frowning your brows together as if it was merely a simple question.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of disbelief and confusion, more so Remus than Sirius. The werewolf had decided he didn’t wish to condemn you to this life but Sirius had told him his lycanthropy shouldn’t change a thing. He was more than happy to defend him if it did, but he didn’t needed to. Within moments you had accepted him as is.

“Will you do me one favour.” Your eyes met his honey brown ones, an unspoken message of love spoken between the two of you.

“Anything, dove.” Remus’s voice was gently but betrayed a hint of desperation that left you feeling uneasy.

“Let me come, next time.” Your voice held warmth and your eyes were practically begging and pleading for him to say yes.

The thin injured werewolf dropped his hand from your face immediately like a chain reaction. His gentle face was replaced with one of pure and utter horror. A sharp wine escaped him a mix of pain and horror.

“No, no, no, dovie, you can’t.”

“Animals are safe to werewolves, are they not?” You didn’t mean to smirk but you couldn’t help it.

“Yes, but you-“

“Are an anigmus.” You chuckled under your breath, your eyes griming with joy for the boys having not figured this out.

“Damn, you little minx.” Sirius said through a smirk which you could almost hear in his voice.

“More like an angel reincarnated.” Remus winced when he moved to kiss you so you quickly adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for him.

“Nothing could make me stop loving you, Remus John Lupin.”

“You’re mental, you know that.”

“Mm, but you that’s like em, don’t ye.” You smirked leaning against his side. Remus adjusted his position to wrap his arm around you so you could lay into him.

“That he does.” Sirius chimed in a sense of joy radiating through him for you accepting Remus. Though he would have given you a piece of his mind if you didn’t.

“Come here, love.” You held out your hand to Sirius urging him to join you and Remus’s cuddle. Which he was more than happy to oblige to.

The cold ant-sceptic smelling air could not resist to nip at your exposed skin. Remus pulled you closer to combat the cold. The werewolf sandwiched in between his two lovers. Both careful of his bruises and injuries which still made you cringe every time he winced. You couldn’t believe he had to do this every month, your heart broke for him.

You titled your head to rest it in the crock of Remus’s neck giving you ample opportunity to admire him. In those brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. Just bright enough to shine in the shadows They are a million hues combined together, the word “brown” does not even begin to describe them. They are the forbidden forest and the changing of leaves with seasons, the soil in summer and after the rains. How could someone ever reduce something so spellbinding to one word, when the colours invite us to marvel in their simplicity. Rich brown coloured curls framed his sacred face, reminding you of the sandy beaches back home at your vacation home.

He was beautiful you had thought. Even with bruises littering his body in shades of blue and purple. He was the kind of beauty that expands a moment into a personal eternity, a heaven you wish to be a part of.

A shiver of golden light would race down your spine, every time, every time when you laid eyes on him.

The good werewolf was the protector, as were the angel witches, yet man could not tell the difference between them and the evil degenerates and chased them all from our lands. You could tell the difference and so could Sirius. If and when Remus doubted that fact, you would be there to remind him.

For the two of you could see the mighty goodness within him.

He was sure once he had recovered he would begin to feel the shame and horror of condemning you to such a life. To which you would most likely reassure and reassure him until he came to terms with the fact that you nor Sirius were going anywhere.

Your eyes met Sirius, and you ran your fingers through his. Taking the chance to admire your second boyfriend. The hair that fell from his head was woven from the black heavens, fine strands of spacetime and starlight. Flowing as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. It contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. His grey eyes had a settling effect, reassuring in their reflectiveness. They were the shine of a star in the nighttime sky.

The pieces of your heart that had been struggling to fit into these world became so quiet when cuddling with your two favourite boys; it was as if they had found peace in you, as if they needed your glue to bridge their gaps and connect. That thought allowed you to pass into a peaceful sleep, while Sirius watched over your shared lover.

No relationship is without trial and error. You knew that better than anyone. Yet you had thought things would become easier between the three of you after learning Remus’s secret.

However, you could sense problems still existed in depths and crack of your relationship. The way Remus would coil occasionally at your touch, the way he isolated himself from you. He hated that not only had he condemned his parents, friends, and boyfriend to a life of misery but he had now done the same to you.

Lycanthropy took away his chance at happiness but it shouldn’t take away yours. Yet it hasn’t, he was the one who had ripped that away from you. You didn’t desveres to fall for a werewolf. Or rather he did not deserve the love and affection that you had offered him so blindly.

The sounds of the black lake evaded your senses as the three of you took in its haunting beauty. Behind you was the outline of the statue of Hogwarts Castle. Sirius had managed to convince you to come down here to entrust your help to reassure your werewolf boyfriend of your shared standpoint surrounding his condition.

The lake met the sun with such grace that day, as if the three of you were so enchanted by this eternal dance that you barely noticed the cold of late autumn England air.

From its core, the lake, reflected the blue sky as the most sincere of smiles. A smile which could only he bested by the beauty of your boys. Underneath you felt the green canvas of the floral flash-mob, or what you imagined a flash mob would look like you weren’t completely sure what it was to be certain.

Tall silken ribbons resembling the ones you wore in your hair sheltered earth and beetle same.

The grass on your soles is soft on soft, warm on warm, a gentle tickle as each giving wand forms a cushion of green.

The meadow surrounding the lake meandered in all ways that are soft to the breeze, the green flowing in bonny waves as any river would be proud to do. You were so enchanted by it you had almost forgotten your entire reason for coming down to this lake in the first place. Sirius had been the one to remind you when he had called Remus’s name.

“Moons, me and Y/N want to talk to you.” Sirius brushed the stray curls from Remus’s face as he spoke gently into his ear.

“What it is?” Remus hummed in response trying to act nonchalantly but you could tell he was anything but that.

“You do know we’re not going to leave you, right?” It was your turn to comfort him after he had done the same to on numerous occasions before.

“Course, I do.” The honey brown hues of his eyes seemed confused at your question.

“You sure, love?” Sirius leaned forward to tilt your shared boyfriend’s chin to face him completely.

Remus remained silent for a while scaring you both. When he did spoke it broke both of you with every syllable. “You shouldn’t have to live in misery because of me.”

“Moons, we chose this, you think I wanted to fall in love with my one of best friends and than the girl I practically hated.” Sirius chuckled in a low breath.

“And do you think I wanted to fall for my best friend’s brother who I pretended to hate, and his gorgeous boyfriend.” You leaned in to settle your face on Remus’s chest.

“What are you both trying to say?” The voice crack in his voice held a hint of desperation mixed with fear.

“You ain’t getting rid of us that easy, Rem.” Sirius smirked before beginning to attack Remus’s jawline with kisses.

“Not. A. Chance.” You chimed in, playing with the ends of his curls.

“But..why?” Remus asked as he sat up to lean his back against the tree.

“Bloody hell, because you’re you. Rem-I-well-we know that everything you have to offer outweighs your little flaw-your condition-whatever you want to call it. Dosen’t change anything, it didn’t when you told me-“

“And it hasn’t now that you have told me.” You finished for Sirius.

“Fuck, how I’d get so lucky?” Remus threw back his head in laughter mixed with love.

“Well, you’re gorgeous for one thing.” Sirius smirked leaning down to Remus’s chest.

“You can say that again.” You rested your head on top of his chest.

“Hey, hey, stop loving on me, dovie here is deprived.” Remus pulled Sirius off him gently. You blushed at his words, checks reddened in embarrassment.

“He does have a point, darling. Get over here.” Sirius smirked and pulled you to his side leaving Sirius in the middle of the three of you.

“Now that is hardly fair.” Remus chuckled.

“Patience is a virtue, Monny.” Sirius said through kisses to your lips.

“When I have ever been a patient man.”

There is a casual grace to the grass near the lake, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. That lake was a happy song, a poetry to eye and soul, bright in all the hues our Earth can dream of.

In his heart, Remus felt that he could survive anything if he felt loved, even these pains that come to explode within, these silent hand grenades. With kindness he could make it, as with compassion there is grace. For so long he had feared he would never be able to revive such a gift, but he was proved wrong by four Gryffindor boys and now again by you. Your smile was finer than any drug Madam Prompery could prescribe him. You were his medicine. The acceptance you offered was all he needed. As long as Sirius and you were there to remind him of that love, perphas maybe, he would keep his humanity. Be more than what he had been condemned to before even reaching school age.

The grass is taller than you had ever seen it, meadow-like but still green. All that's missing is the weeds that were so beautiful in the somerset fields. You looked forward to how it would look in the spring. The blue cornflowers, scarlet poppies, white asters and even the thistles. Next spring you hoped you would be able to scatter seeds in the newly softened soil with your boys by your side. This time next year the grass will be just as high, but a riot of colour in place of the uniform green – something to warm your soul as well as please the eye.

Nothing in your life could have prepared you for the whirlwind that came with falling in love for those two boys. No ballroom lesson, tutoring lesson with the finest teacher in the world, fencing, fine dining, conversation protocol, society rules, or anything your mother had told you. You had denied yourself of love for so long now, you had thought you were content without it.

Oh how you were wrong.

You couldn’t imagine why you had denied yourself this for so long. As Sirius made your giggles into fits of laughter when he picked you up while the both of you were knee deep in the lake. Remus watching the two of you from a distance, his black jeans scuffed by the wet grass. A camera around his neck, as he snuck pictures of the two of you when you weren’t watching.

The way your fingers found Remus’s beautiful brown curls as he made you giggle when gently placing kisses to your neck and down your jawline. Or when you had the privilege to watch the two boys cuddle up underneath a red plaid blanket because Sirius had shivered from the cold once he left the confines of the black lake.

The three of you sat there in late autumn, the grass moving in steady waves, those long heads of golden seed as calming as harbour waves. There was something about it, their movement synchronized yet independent, their hues so close yet unique. They danced in that way, came the song of crickets and the chirps of birds content to be warmed by gentle rays. You recall thinking of the days you had been so blessed just ti have made eye contact with one of your boys, and now, they were yours and you were theirs.

The feeling to the inner joy of anticipating the autumn colours. You love the reds and golds as much as anyone, yet the rich browns have a homely feel, something of the earth. You let your mind wonder when those changes will come, perhaps as early as next month or the one after. Then every day those changes bring an inner smile in rain and shine. Despite any doubt in your mind, this was the happiest you had ever felt.

No amount of pureblood society rules or lycanthropy stigma could ruin that for you. You were home.

They were your home.

Taglist: @maraudersforlife2005 @xlxnq @1-800-wh0re4reid @liviessun @ae3ther @de-duchess @wolf-phoenix-lover

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@croptopjames happy birthday to the one and only jfp <3

jegulus | 933 words | trans reg & themes of gender identity and transition

Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he snapped out of his daze and met James' eyes. He was wearing a knowing look, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping this," James declared, his smirk widening. "Especially if it gets this kind of reaction from you every time."

Regulus’ room was a disaster. James had finally coaxed him into sorting through his old clothes, only managing after he bribed him with promises of kisses and takeout afterwards. The closet had all but exploded, leaving piles of clothes scattered all across the room. With ‘yes’s,’ and ‘no’s,’ and ‘maybes’ occupying every available flat surface, Regulus was sure he hadn't seen the darkened wood of his floor in hours. 

Sat on his bed, he watched as James dug through his dresser for another shirt. He let out a thoughtful hum as he grabbed two, throwing one over his shoulder and holding up the other: an awful plum-colored blouse. His mother had bought it for him—form-fitting, smothered in ruffles, and, in her words, “the perfect blouse for a sophisticated young woman.” 

Regulus thought it was the ugliest fucking shirt he had ever seen.

“Ugh,” Regulus wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Absolutely not, that thing is a monstrosity.” 

James barked out a laugh, amused at the disgust evident on Regulus' face, before flinging the shirt into the rapidly growing ‘no’ pile. He grabbed at the one resting on his shoulder.

“And this one?” 

It was worn, fabric soft from years of wear. The dark green and gray had dulled, now just muted shadows of their original hues. The words printed on the front, cracked and creased, read ‘Hogwarts Women's Rowing’. It had been his favorite shirt for a long time. His parents had always been on him to join something– a club, a team, an honor society. If he was honest, he only chose rowing because it kept him out of the house the longest.

And he's so grateful he did, because it brought him Pandora. He suffered through early morning rows and long race days, soreness in his body and blisters on his hands. But every discomfort was worth it for the times he and Pandora would steal an extra hour to lie in the sun by the Great Lake, laughing until their bellies felt as sore as their arms. Worth it for the times Evan would cram them into his shitty jeep and drive them to their races so they didn't have to take the bus. Worth it, most of all, for giving him the first people with whom he could be honest—really, truly honest.

"I don't want to get rid of it," Regulus admitted, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "It was my favorite, but—I’m not ready to wear anything that might make people mistake me for a woman. Not for a while, at least.”

James nodded. He turned the shirt around, head tilting slightly as he considered it. “How about I hold onto it for you? That way it's not gone, just... repurposed.” He looked up at Regulus with a wicked grin. “I bet I could pull it off.”

Regulus couldn’t help but scoff as James began to pull on the shirt. “I’d like to see you try," he challenged, amusement evident in his voice. 

But as James stretched out his arms and did a little spin, Regulus wasn't laughing. Instead, he felt his heart swoop. A familiar mixture of fondness and arousal swirled in his gut at the sight of James. Glasses knocked a little lopsided from pulling the shirt on, pajama pants hanging low on his hips and socked feet– it was a picture that made Regulus go warm with affection. But, it was the shirt that really kept his attention. Visibly too small, the letters strained as they stretched across the width of his chest. The hem of it hitting right below his navel, exposing his hip bones and the trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Regulus felt all the breath leave his chest. “C'mere,” he said softly.

James shuffled over to him. “Good?” He asked, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Regulus shook his head, he was in awe of James. “Better than good. It suits you much better than it ever did me,” he mumbled, voice low and distracted. Reaching out to place his hands on James' waist, he absentmindedly dragged his thumbs back and forth over his hipbones, eyes stuck to the sliver of skin peeking out from beneath the shirt. 

“My eyes are up here, love,” James gently teased, his voice laced with amusement. 

Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he snapped out of his daze and met James' eyes. He was wearing a knowing look, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping this," James declared, his smirk widening. "Especially if it gets this kind of reaction from you every time."

“I lied,” Regulus deadpanned, “you actually look ridiculous.” But his face was betraying him, unable to fight the smile spreading across it. 

James hummed in response, the smugness in his tone unmistakable. He was clearly enjoying every moment of this.

"Oh, shut up," Regulus groaned playfully, his hands gripping the exposed skin at his waist to pull him down. James yelped in surprise before their lips were meeting in a kiss filled more with laughter than anything else. But then James was deepening it, and Regulus let himself be kissed breathless. After a moment, he gently pulled back, hand tenderly stroking through James’ hair.

"Thank you," he whispered, his hand tracing a path down James' neck, over his shoulder, and along the length of his arm until their fingers intertwined. "For being here, for—everything. Everything that you do for me."

James responded with a gentle squeeze of their hands, his eyes meeting Regulus’. "Always, love." His voice was soft but firm in promise. And there it was again, his heart swooping in his chest as James pressed a kiss to his temple. "Always."

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Marauders/Mean Girls AU anyone?

Sirius: Of course the Royal Court are all in the same House.

Lily: Who are the Royal Court?

James: They're Wizarding royalty. If Hogwarts was Witch Weekly they would always be on the cover.

Sirius: That one there, that's Barty Crouch Jr. He's one of the dumbest people you'll ever meet. Remus sat next to him in the library once.

Remus: He asked me how to spell "orange".

Sirius: That blond one? He's Evan Rosier.

Peter: He's totally rich because his dad has the Ministry in his pocket.

Sirius: Evan Rosier knows everybody's business, he knows everything about everyone.

James: That's why his hair is so big, it's full of secrets.

Sirius: And evil takes human form in Regulus Arcturus Black. Don't be fooled, because he may seem like your typical selfish, backstabbing, dangerous guy, but in reality? He's so much more than that.

Remus: He's the prince, the centre of it all. Those other two are just his little workers.

Sirius: Regulus Black. How do I even begin to explain Regulus Black?

Pandora: Regulus Black is flawless.

Marlene: He has the latest broom and his own carriage on the Hogwarts Express.

Mary: I hear his hair is insured for ten thousand galleons.

Peter: I hear he does Quidditch commercials. For Beauxbatons.

Dorcas: His favourite book is The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

Dumbledore: One time he met the Minister of Magic at a grand ball.

McGonagall: And he told him he was pretty.

James: One time he punched me in the face. It was awsome.

[risetherivermoon]

Evan: you guys ever think about how you might've met a werewolf before and not even know it?

Barty: that would be so fucking cool

Regulus: I'd like to believe I'd be smart enough to figure it out,

Remus: ...

Pandora: do you think werewolves act like dogs?

Barty: they're mostly human though, i mean before they got bit they were and pretty much are human except for those 12 days a year

Evan: True

Barty: d'you think chocolate is poisonous to them

Remus: It's not,

Barty: how do you know? you met one?

Remus: uh...my dad, he studied lycanthropy

Barty: ohh

Pandora: did he feed one chocolate?

Remus: uhm

Regulus: I doubt that, Dora, but theyd probably mention something like that when talking to a researcher

Pandora: makes sense

Evan: i wonder if animagi who are dogs can eat chocolate

Remus, who's had to share his chocolate with sirius, constantly: they can, sadly

Regulus: sadly?

Remus: yes, sadly

Evan: is were-cannibalism ethical?

Regulus: expand on that, i beg of you

Evan: like, okay, listen, if a werewolf ate a human when they were transformed, would it be cannibalism? or like, a predator thing

Barty: if they're transformed itd be a predator thing, but otherwise yeah probably

Evan: but is it ethical?

Barty: depends, is cannibalism in general ethical?

Remus: you know, i think i can hear sirius calling me, ill see you guys later

*leaves*

Regulus: he does realize that we're in our dorm and Sirius is at the Quidditch field with James, right?

Pandora: id hope so, or we'd have to question his sanity

Barty: Evan asked me if werewolf cannibalism is ethical, i think we have to question all of our sanity

Evan: and you answered me with if cannibalism in general is ethical,

Barty: touché

Regulus: i can't believe i'm friends with you people

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

House - Oct 12 - @rosekillermicrofic - 1,950 words - Warnings: mild homophobia from character’s father, biting again

(a/n - this one is too long again, but it needed some world building)

Evan met Barty when he was just seven years old. His parents had taken him to some pureblood gathering for the adults, leaving the children to themselves in another room. Some of the other kids already knew each other from previous events, and they formed little groups, of which Evan had no desire to be a part. There was one sullen looking boy standing against one of the walls, glaring at everyone else with hazel eyes. His hair was a messy mop of dark brown, his skin pale and clear. Evan approached him.

“I’m Evan Rosier,” he greeted, in the way he had been taught to introduce himself, sticking a hand out to shake.

Barty stared at his hand with disdain. “Barty.”

Oh, Evan had heard that name before. “Crouch’s son?”

Barty’s face went abruptly dark as he straightened up against the wall. Evan took his hand back as it seemed Barty had no intentions of shaking it, awkwardly putting it back in his pocket.

“Don’t ever mention my father to me,” he spat. Evan didn’t flinch, he just raised one eyebrow at the other boy until Barty softened. “We don’t exactly get along.”

“I don’t get along with my father, either,” Evan offered, though he knew he didn’t mean it in the same way that Barty must mean. Evan’s father was a stony man; he didn’t show affection or any other emotion, and he didn’t show his love in any traditional methods, if at all. For much of his life, Evan considered his father on the outside of their small family: him, Pandora, and their mother had a very close relationship, and then there was their father on the outside, looking in but not participating. It seemed that Barty’s relationship with his father was even worse than apathetic.

But Barty seemed comforted by Evan’s commiseration. His face relaxed, and he stopped leaning against the wall. By the end of the evening, Barty and Evan had played several games of chess and exploding snap.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

They became good friends, Evan and Barty. They started seeing each other at more pureblood social events, and they each ignored every other child present, only playing with one another. By the time it was time to go to Hogwarts, Evan was excited about the prospect of seeing his friend every day, perhaps even living in the same dorm as him.

Barty was thrilled when he got on the train. He was nearly bouncing out of his seat with excitement. They shared a train car with Evan’s sister Pandora and a friend of hers, Dorcas. A third boy named Regulus wandered in at some point, his carefully bored expression trying to mask some anxiety at having to search for an open compartment. Barty invited him in immediately.

It wasn’t until far later that night, after the sorting hat ceremony and the welcoming feast, after Regulus, Evan and Barty had all been sorted into Slytherin and found out they were going to be sharing a dorm room together, that Barty’s good mood finally broke. Regulus had gone to sleep, an unnatural silence surrounding his bed curtains after he had pulled them shut (he must already know how to do silencing charms).

Evan was sitting up in bed reading a book, and Barty had been unpacking his trunk, showing Evan every little thing he had brought from home. After a while, Barty had gone quiet, and Evan realized he was able to finish a whole chapter without Barty interrupting. He looked up, only to find Barty staring at the wall, eyes unseeing, as tears streamed unhindered down his cheeks.

“Barty!” Evan whisper-shouted, shocked. He hurried out of bed to crouch next to his friend, but when Barty didn’t move at all, Evan changed tactics and sat next to him. Their backs were leaning against Barty’s bed as they stared at the stone walls that made up their dungeon dorm room. Evan waited for Barty to speak first.

“I’ve never spent a night away from home,” Barty finally whispered, which wasn’t what Evan had expected him to say at all. He was confused — Barty always complained about being at home, being near his father, so Evan expected him to love being away at Hogwarts. He waited for further explanation, and Barty quickly gave it. “I’m so… relieved.”

His voice broke, and then Barty was sobbing, and Evan pulled him as close as he could while he cried.

And I think you should come live with me

And we can be pirates

After several years at Hogwarts, Evan grew used to Barty’s confusing relationship with his family. He returned home for every holiday, never missing a single chance to leave. He professed how much he loved Hogwarts, how much he hated to leave, especially when Evan or Regulus were staying behind for a holiday. It took Evan until fourth year to realize the reason Barty always went back was for his mum.

He never spoke about her. He complained about his father on a daily basis; he repeated every terrible thing his father had ever put in his head, much to the displeasure of Evan, who felt it was his personal duty to prove Barty’s father wrong. But Barty never mentioned his mum.

Evan had asked Barty to come to his house for Christmas in fourth year. After three years of watching his friend come back from the Christmas holiday looking miserable and emotionally beaten down by his father, Evan had had enough. A week before they were all supposed to board the train back to London, Evan broached the subject with Barty.

“Why don’t you ever come to mine for holiday?” Evan asked. “If being at home makes you so miserable, that is.” He had been listening to Barty complain for close to three hours at that point.

“Can’t,” Barty said simply. “I have to see mum.”

Evan hadn’t ever asked again.

Then you won’t have to cry

Or hide in the closet

When Barty came back for sixth year, he was different. Evan couldn’t explain what it was to anyone else, but it was entirely obvious to him. Something fundamental had changed Barty in some way, and Evan felt entitled to that information. Barty walked onto the train with a different swagger to his step, a different attitude behind his words, a different emotion behind his eyes. It was as if he had a mask on for everyone else, but Evan could see right through it, and he hated the fact that he was the only one who could see it.

To make matters worse, Barty was avoiding Evan and their group of friends, never spending any time in the dorm or even the common room. He was usually hooking up with some girl, stumbling into the dorm early the next morning, looking disheveled and depressed. Evan couldn’t understand it. Barty had never shown interest in girls before, despite other boys in their year having started ages ago. Evan found comfort in this fact, as he had never had any interest in the other sex, and he was beginning to realize he never would. Except Barty had come back and, very suddenly, girls were all he could or would think about.

Evan’s patience quickly wore thin, and he confronted Barty one day on his return to the dorm. Evan had been waiting for him, fuming, because he hadn’t spent any time with Barty at all in weeks. As soon as Barty walked through the door, Evan practically pounced.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Bartemius Crouch, Jr.?” Evan spat, backing Barty against the door he had just closed behind him.

“Um,” Barty fumbled ineloquently. “Getting dressed, I hope? These clothes are from last night.”

“I know,” Evan hissed. “You’re never fucking here anymore. Why are you never here?”

He watched Barty swallow thickly, his throat bobbing. “I’m here, I live here, Evan—“

“You haven’t slept here since we’ve been back,” Evan insisted. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

He shoved closer, getting in Barty’s space, watching as his eyes flew wide. “Get the hell off me—“

“Not until you tell me what’s going on with you,” Evan prodded. “C’mon, Barty, it’s me. We’ve been friends since we were seven.”

Barty stared at him for what felt like a long time. Finally, he admitted, “I had a fight with my father. A big one.”

Evan’s eyebrows pulled together. He didn’t back off from Barty yet. “That’s it? You fight with him all the time.”

“Yeah,” Barty blew out a large breath, the pieces of hair framing his face fanning out. “But, this time, he found out his only son and heir is gay.”

It went dead silent for a moment while Evan processed that vital bit of information. Barty tried to look nonchalant, as if he didn’t care at all what Evan’s reaction would be, but he kept inadvertently flicking worried glances Evan’s way.

“The girls,” Evan said, meaning it as a question but it came out more as a grunt. Barty knew what he meant anyway.

“Yeah,” Barty sighed. “I thought maybe I could fake it pretty well. I don’t even sleep with most of them. We just end up getting drunk and making out, which is fine for me.”

Evan’s head was spinning. “But you — guys. You’re into guys.”

Barty swallowed again, and Evan couldn’t tear his eyes away from Barty’s throat even if he tried. He leaned forward, not quite sure what he was planning on doing before he pressed his lips to the skin just over Barty’s thundering pulse on the side of his neck. Barty gasped beneath him, arching up into his touch. Evan groaned against his skin, gently biting the area and soothing the sting with his tongue. Barty made a sort of keening wail.

“Oh, Merlin, Evan,” Barty gasped out, and then his hands were shoving Evan back. His pupils were blown wide when Evan looked at him. “You — you’re…?”

He trailed off, not quite asking what he wanted to ask. Evan answered anyway. “I like you. I want you. I don’t really care about anyone else.”

Barty’s eyes, which were already too-wide, grew impossibly wider. He surged forward, connecting their lips for a moment, and it was like Evan was doused in fire. He had no idea how he had managed to live without kissing Barty before. Too soon, Barty was pulling away, but only to tack on: “Me too, Evan. Only you.”

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

The day after they graduated from Hogwarts, Barty and Evan moved into a tiny flat in London. It was barely enough space for a living area, kitchen, bedroom and bath, and Evan couldn’t possibly love it any more than he already did. It meant so much to him to live in a space that only belonged to him and Barty, a space that was entirely theirs.

Barty was at the shops, but he would be home soon. Home — that was the word Evan had been searching for. He’d lived in many places: his family’s extravagant manor, their many vacation houses, the dormitory, to name a few. But he had never felt at home in any of them, not the way he did in that tiny flat, with Barty.

When Barty finally did arrive, with four bags of groceries hanging off of his arms, Evan greeted him with a soft kiss and a warm smile. “Welcome home,” he said.

“Happy to be here,” Barty replied.

[grassyhorizon45]

Birthdays.

Marauders x Shy!Reader celebrating her birthday :D

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Words: 643

a/n: To my dear friend FaithfulSummer (@Quotev | Ig: a_corner_of_solace), Happiest of Birthdays <3

“Haaaapy birthday to you~”

It was the first thing Y/n heard as she woke up that morning. Dazed as she was, the corners of her lips still managed to twitch up into a shy smile.

Sirius climbed into her bed, running a gentle hand through Y/n’s messy hair. James and Remus stood by the bedside, one holding a nicely decorated chocolate cake while the other held the biggest freaking present Y/n had ever seen. 

“Y-You guys didn’t have to……”

“But we wanted to,” said Sirius smugly.

Remus nodded, “You mean a lot to us, bunny–”

“No day better than your birthday to express that, no?” James added, grinning.

What the boys didn’t know was that Y/n wasn’t the most comfortable with the idea of an entire day revolving around her. She hated unnecessary attention with her life and birthdays fully contradicted that.

The four cut cake and ate together in the shared dorm as per Y/n’s request.

“Open the gift, open the gift!” James beckoned, practically bursting with excitement.

Another thing Y/n avoided: Opening presents in front of people. She was terrible at reacting to things, which she realised would sometimes disappoint the giver……

“I’ll open it later. Th-Thank you Jamie.”

Remus smiled knowingly as he took another bite of cake, “How about if we all close our eyes while you open it?”

Y/n paused in the middle of taking a bite of cake. 

“Y-Yeah… Th-That would be okay.”

The three put hands over their eyes, following Remus’ suggestion.

“Wait– I don’t get it. Why do we need to cover our eyes?” James whispered as if Y/n couldn’t hear him.

“So we’re not watching her when she opens it, stupid…” Sirius playfully whispered back, earning a giggle from Y/n and a chuckle from Remus.

Y/n made her way to the spot where they’d left the massive gift. She opened it slowly, careful not to rip the wrapping paper.

“Just tell us when you’ve finished, okay bunny?” Remus said attentively.

Minutes passed of the three having their eyes shut and Sirius trying to blindly shove cake in his and James’ mouth.

“You can open your eyes now…”

Sirius, James and Remus were met with the sight of Y/n sitting on the ground, beaming from ear to ear. In front of her were the gifts they’d previously decided to wrap all together like a giant gift monster. The stack of novels from Remus, a lovely necklace from Sirius and a freshly polished broom— Comet 260 to be exact, from James.

Y/n’s smile was enough of an indication of how much joy was coursing through her veins right that instant.

Maybe birthdays aren’t so bad after all……

The rest of the day was warm and merry, feeling a little like Christmas came early with the amount of butterbeer Y/n, Lily and Marlene had at Hogsmeade. Not to mention the presents…

There was So. Many. Presents.

It wasn’t like this the previous years; being the marauders’ special one meant Y/n had a whole lot more social connections now and of course her new friends were kind enough to make this special day even more special for her.

Even Sirius’ brother, Regulus, got her a pretty notebook.

Y/n’s day would’ve been very different had the marauders not fallen in love with her first. She was grateful for them and how much their love had influenced her life.

* * *

“Hey Y/n…” Lily tapped her shoulder before passing her a neatly wrapped gift. “Got it from Dorcas, who got it from Pandora… who said it’s from Barty but he was lazy to– Nevermind. It’s for you from—”

“Happy Birthday Y/n!” 

Y/n read the pretty green card, eyes going wide as she continued reading.

“Hope you had a good one. Love from… 

“Severus Snape???”

what do you think Snape's present is? :)

[sweetmoonlight7]

1. Married

October 1 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - wc: 210

Marriage.

The word had never had any real meaning to Regulus.

It wasn't a declaration of love or at the very least happiness. No, most of the time it was a show of power, wealth, and position. Nothing that actually had meaning.

His parents had gotten married young with the only purpose being that of preserving and continuing their pure blood.

Regulus (and his brother) were expected to do the same. To marry someone with enough status and of course a pure-blood heritage to continue on the Black family legacy.

Regulus thought it was stupid.

He would rather never marry over getting married to someone he didn't care about especially just to save face.

Marriage was unnecessary.

For 20 years he continued thinking that way.

Then he met James... or well fell in love with him.

He woke up to see James every morning and fell asleep beside him every night.

And it was perfect. He was perfect and beautiful and all of a sudden getting married didn't seem horrible.

He thought about getting to keep James as his and in turn be James's for the rest of their lives. It was a constant thought in his head.

So he gave in. He went out with Sirius (unfortunately James's best friend) and Pandora and picked out a ring.

It was perfect he thinks and from Sirius's expression his brother thought so too.

Now he just had to figure out how to give it to James but when he thought about that it didn't worry him because he knew James would say yes. He knew that James loved him as much as he loved him and that their idea of marriage was the same now.

[marauders-bs]

august 6- rosekiller prompt: green @rosekillermicrofic tw: mcd

When Barty met Evan at eleven years old, both of Evan's eyes were the same shade of blue.

It was the first thing he noticed. The blonde-haired twins at the train station talking to a black haired boy had soft blue eyes. The black haired boy - Regulus - had eyes like bitter coffee.

--

When Barty saw Evan again second year, his right eye was gold. Pandora was the same way, and Barty didn't get an answer as to why.

--

Fourth year, and he finally found out. The twins had spoken about how Barty wasn't so bad, which he would've taken offense to if the situation had been less dire. Their parents had overheard, and they had transfigured thier right eyes into blind, golden ones as a reminder.

It was the first time Barty considered murder.

--

Fifth year was the first time Evan held Barty after a nightmare, green curtains a comfort after the horrible nightmare about his father.

--

The day after winter break fifth year was the first time they kissed. It was an accident, and neither of them had a clue what they were doing, but Barty liked it.

Because Evan.

--

Sixth year, Regulus got the Dark Mark.

--

Seventh year, Evan and Barty got it as well. Pandora and Dorcas didn't, and Barty never saw either again.

--

The last time Barty saw Evan, he was racing to his house to show him a spell. He thought he might've finally found the counter-jinx to Evan's blind-eye thing.

The last time Barty saw Evan, Evan Rosier was dead.

[sebbianas]

the world of the jegulus exes au

so im not sure how to put this into the au and it doesnt really play a big role so im just gonna post it here. these are just things to remember about them

pandora and evan are not twins in this au they have been acting together since they were children tho

the marauders + regulus are the people who grew up together

marlene is the marauders (plus benjy and peter’s solo albums) record producer

mary is a fashion designer and sirius is one of her models

james played a role in lily’s book that got turned into a film (this book was one of remus’ fave and so james introduced them they became best friends)

regulus and pandora met in a workshop and became friends pandora ended up introducing reg to evan (he was friends with them before the break up) (they were his first friends outside of the marauders)

regulus met dorcas in one of mary’s fashion show while he was there to support sirius

barty became friends with the marauders first because they would play often in his club

for regulus’ birthday, sirius threw a party at salazar’s and invited all his friends its in this party did the verified twitter users (and barty) was made

hope this helps lol

[solarspringg]

More of My Marauders Headcanons —Part 2

• James talks to himself a lot. He will have full-on conversations with himself when he’s alone. He’ll also laugh to himself when he thinks of a joke. His friends used to think it was super weird when they first met each other but they got used to it.

• Peter can’t whistle. He’s tried to learn so many times but he just can’t do it.

• Lily is extremely good at chess. It’s insane how good she is. The only one that’s gotten close to beating her was Remus, but she still remains undefeated.

• Both Sirius and Regulus cannot handle spicy food. Sirius pretends he can and acts all tough, but ten seconds later he’s cursing up a storm about how hot the food is. Regulus on the other hand will freeze and then chug a bunch of milk, suffering silently.

• Remus doesn’t use bookmarks when he reads. He’ll either dog-ear the pages or just lays the book down on the page he’s on. He also loves to annotate, but it’s nothing inspiring, mostly stuff like “Damn that sucks” or “Fuck you [character name].”

• Marlene cuts her own hair and bleaches/dyes it all the time. Every week she dyes the ends a different color. Mary has begged her to go to a real salon since it’s so choppy and fried but Marlene refuses.

• James is tone deaf but will still sing his heart out despite it. He loves karaoke and his go to song is Fernando by ABBA. Sirius loves to sing along with him.

• Mary talks fast and uses her hands while she does so. Sometimes she has to be told to slow down because she gets really fast when she’s excited.

• Sirius is a great artist. He sketches when he’s bored in class, either on himself or on his homework. He draws his friends all the time in his sketchbook. James, Remus, and Peter also allow him to draw on them whenever he wants.

• Pandora loves anything that has to do with fortune telling. She always have tarot cards on her person and will give out free tarot readings to anyone who asks, or she’ll randomly grab someone’s hand and read their palms.

• Dorcas loves fashion and has the most killer fashion sense ever. Every outfit she puts on looks like she just stepped out of the cover of Vogue. She’s also a god at the sewing machine and makes a lot of her clothes.

• Marlene learned how to sew because she’s always tearing her clothes, mostly by playing sports, and didn’t want to buy new ones. Dorcas taught her.

• Barty is excellent at mental math. Bro is literally a walking calculator and it’s insane.

• Evan is ambidextrous (can use both his left and right hands equally). However, once he somehow forgot the actual name of the condition and said “My hands are bisexual.”

• Remus has the worst back issues ever. He has to sleep on his back and do a bunch of stretches for prevention. And when his back is in pain, he has to take a bunch of pain relief and taught his friends how to help stretch his back properly whenever it acts up.

• Regulus has glasses but refuses to wear them in public, having his contacts in 24/7. The only times he wears his glasses is when he’s alone or in his dorm with his friends.

• Dorcas is a clean freak and a bit of a germaphobe. Her dorm is always clean and organized and she has hand sanitizer on her 24/7.

• Mary constantly takes photos. She has a bunch of different cameras, from Polaroid to digital, and always takes the most aesthetic pics you’ve ever seen.

• Lily used to have a nasty habit of chewing on her hair and nails when she was anxious/nervous/stressed/etc. She now carries gum with her everywhere and chews on that instead.

• Peter will lie about the most random shit ever. Someone on the street asking him for his name? He’ll say it’s John or something. When he orders food sometimes he puts on a fake accent. Australian is his current favorite. He’ll even make up random fun facts, and then when someone asks if that’s true, he’s like: “No just made it up.”

• Pandora can be super blunt. She’ll just say whatever she’s thinking and has no filter. However, over the years she’s been learning to control it as she’s hurt a few people’s feelings because of it.

• Evan hates food that is super sweet. He has the exact opposite of a sweet tooth; every time he eats something really sweet he feels like he just gained a million cavities. He prefers savory.

• Barty actually has super light brown hair (almost looks blond) but dyes it black. The first time he did it he used fabric dye because it was the only thing around and his friends made fun of him for weeks because of how bad it looked.

• Regulus was forced into playing piano as a child. At at first he hated it but grew to love it. Whenever there’s a piano, Regulus will sit down and play something. When he’s stressed or anxious he’ll tap his fingers as if he’s playing piano as it soothes him.

• Sirius hates tea. Always hated it when he was a kid and his parents would make him drink it constantly. Even smelling the aroma of certain teas gives him emotional whiplash. He much prefers coffee and likes it black with sugar.

Here’s another list of my marauders headcanons! Ahh I love making these so MUCH. They’re so much fun :))

[marlsswrites]

Departure

Prompt from @wolfstar451 <3

Words: 696

Regulus wasn’t too fond of boats, the bumps, the waves, the splashes and the way they teetered back and forth as the passengers attempted not to fall over. So all in all, he wasn’t entirely sure about going on this trip, but it was a lovely boat, and Narcissa had been kind enough to invite him and some other friends and cousins - and of course Sirius.

His brother had dragged along a friend of his, James apparently, Regulus had never met him - nor did he plan to.

He’d dragged Pandora with him, for you know, moral support. Plus the girl was practically a mermaid, and also one of his only friends that he trusted not to push him overboard.

The boats departure had been as smooth as can be, he stayed glued to Pandoras side as he peered over the edge of the boat. The view was pretty, it was a small boat so it wasn’t too far from the waters edge as well. If he stood close enough he could feel the spray of the salty sea water as the boat moved along the waves.

Seconds later, Pandora was gone, mingling around with Andromeda and Ted with a glass of champagne hung lazily in her hands. Regulus made a mental note to find where she got that from. Now there was a new presence by his side, a man.

He was tall and tan with the most blinding smile known to man, he looked like he’d been plucked from the heavens by Aphrodite herself and sent down just to crumble Regulus to his knees.

And oh he was very shirtless, and very toned.

“Hi?” He questioned, his voice wavering at the end and his eyes staying glued to a spot behind the man’s head - trying to avoid them flicking down and down and onto that sharp v-line under his baggy maroon swim shorts.

“Hi.” The man only smiled in return.

Regulus raised an eyebrow, pushing him to continue and actually give him an explanation as to why he was just stood there. “I’m James.”

James…. “Oh.”

“Oh?” He snorted. “What’s that supposed to mean love?”

He could feel his cheeks blossoming a pink colour, shaking his black curls around to hide his face and looking back out at the soft, blue waves.

Then it dawned on him, James doesn’t know who he is. He’s not aware that Regulus is Sirius’ little brother, that he’s insanely forbidden, all he sees him as is the pretty boy on the boat.

Regulus wants to see how long he can keep it like that.

“Nothing.” He looked back up with a short smile.

“You’re not going to tell me your name?”

The younger of the two hummed, playing with the sliver chain around his neck before shaking his head with a faux innocent batter of his eyelashes. “You’ll have to earn it.”

“I can think of plenty of ways I can earn it?”

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his chin up, looking up at the man as he hooked his pink lower lip through his teeth.

The two seemed to inch closer and closer, the boat that once made Regulus sea sick and anxious was suddenly barely moving now. His focus sorely on the smug grin and seeking hazel eyes gazing down at him like there wasn’t a boat full of slightly tipsy twenty year olds around them.

Their sudden trance in each other broke when they both heard a painfully familiar yell coming towards them.

“James!” Sirius shouted as he skidded up next to them, clearly not noticing the pure tension blossoming between his best friend and younger brother. “I see you’ve met my brother.” He looked between the two.

The brunettes face instantly dropped into one of shock, yet he didn’t move away, he only looked towards Regulus and raised an eyebrow.

A laugh left Regulus’ mouth as he met the older man’s eye for a moment before looking at Sirius, smug look still on his face. “What?” The older Black asked.

“Nothing.” The tan and the pale spoke in sync.

But god later that night James ended up earning a whole lot more than his name.