#I’m just gender of reggy

[jiggery-duggery]

gender is so fuck like I’m cisn’t and I’m not a man or a woman entirely but at the same time I’m kind of both but I don’t vibe with calling myself nonbinary I just don’t think it fits me even though that’s technically what I am and I don’t like they/them pronouns being used for me but you can’t say that without ppl being like “what you got against nb ppl and they/them pronouns 😡😡” literally nothing I think those are so rad they’re just not for me. that’s not me I’m something else but there’s not a word for the something else. Idk what I’m saying is we should invent a new gender just for me

[pepsichrry]

Touch Me || Regulus A. Black

Summary: You and Regulus are best friends and have been since childhood, every moment you spend is together, even ones that aren’t so platonic…

Set during the Marauders Era!

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Innocent!Reader, Innocent!Regulus, Best friends to Lovers? kind of, Virgin!Reader, Virgin!Regulus

Rosier!Reader

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It was a dreary spring evening in the library when you and Regulus sat studying for your upcoming Potions exam. It was also when you’d decided to bring something up that you never had before.

As you were both approaching the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts, it wasn’t uncommon for people to start getting into relationships. In fact, couples seemed to be everywhere you looked, kissing, touching and giggling together. You couldn’t help but be jealous. As a Rosier and a respectable young Pureblood girl, you were expected to stay far away from the opposite gender, and therefore stay a virgin until you were inevitably married off. Of course, these rules had been broken by other Purebloods, like your brother Evan, but not you, nor your best friend, Regulus Black.

Regulus sat opposite you in a secluded corner of the library, the sun breaking through the window panes and casting a heavenly glow over his pointed features. Beneath the table, your ankles interlocked as yours bounced lightly, but Regulus didn’t seem to be affected, he never was.

“Reggie.” You blurted, not wanting to hold your thoughts back any longer. His pretty grey eyes didn’t look up at you despite the call of his nickname that only you were allowed to call him, he only hummed in acknowledgment as his quill kept scribbling against his parchment. You continued. “Do you think that I should date somebody?”

At that, Regulus frowned, slowly lifting his head to look at you, a hint of disgust over his face.

“Why would you want to do that?”

He asked incredulously. You knew that you two were closer than most best friends tended to be, as Evan so kindly reminded you every time he saw the two of you together, but Regulus made no move to suggest that he wanted anything more than a friendship with you, so you figured the idea of a boyfriend would be okay.

You smiled bashfully. “Well, lots of my friends have been getting into relationships and telling me how great it is. I can’t help but feel I’m missing out.” You informed him quietly, mindful of the somber atmosphere of the library.

He frowned further, inky lashes meeting his brow. “Missing out on what?”

You looked down at your book, starting to feel shy at the question. There was lots that you were missing out on. You shrugged, feeling your neck grow hot.

“I dunno, like hanging out and talking and touching. It just all seems so nice.” You admitted half of your thoughts, looking up at him again.

Regulus shook his head dismissively and looked back down to his parchment before continuing his writing. “You don’t need a boyfriend for that! You have me and all of your other friends to do that.”

You laughed lightly under your breath. “I know that, but there are other things.” You tell him, finding his obliviousness sweet. You knew that Regulus was pretty much a genius, a true master at everything he did and tried, but Merlin, how he was stupid. Especially when it came to people.

“Like what?” He scoffed, quill etching a little harsher now.

“Like kissing, and…” You trailed off, making a little noise to suggest what you meant. Regulus’ head snapped up, his look of shock almost made you ashamed.

A second passed as he looked at you closely. “You don’t mean…” You did.

You knew that Regulus was just as inexperienced as you in the matter of sex, but you never knew he’d be so shocked at the mention of it. By the look of his face and the shade of pink he was turning, you began to think bringing up the idea was wrong, maybe it could have stayed between you and your girlfriends.

You gave him a guilty look and he placed his quill down onto the table, recoiling.

“Dove!” He hissed. It had always been his nickname for you, ever since you were young. Now, it nearly sounded like a term of endearment.

“Reggie, it’s really not that outrageous to want to try it.” You told him, but he wasn’t having it.

“It is! You’re a respectable young woman, you shouldn’t want for some boy to take your purity.” He took your hand, resting his warm palm over your knuckles. “You’re too good for that, Dove.”

You knew he was right. You didn’t want to regret anything that you did or lose your virginity to the wrong person, but you wanted to experiment, to be a normal teenager instead of worrying about what your mother would think. You knew she’d have a heart attack if she found out what your brother got up to in his spare time.

“I know, but plenty of other Pureblood girls have done it. Merlin, Evan has even done it!” To that, Regulus made a face of disgust.

“He has and he shouldn’t have. The Rosier name is worth more than some experimentation.” Regulus shook his head, you truly hated to see the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at you.

You sighed. “And what about the Greengrasses? All four of the sisters have slept with someone! Nothings happened to them.”

Regulus retracted his hand, folding his arms in front of him like a teacher reprimanding a student. “The Greengrasses are nowhere near our standing, Dove. We are better than them, you are better than them.”

He was right again. Rosiers and Blacks were far more important than the Greengrasses, it was just common knowledge. Your family name would be slandered in High Society if anybody found out that you’d lost your purity to anyone, the Greengrasses didn’t suffer the same issue, fortunately for them.

“I suppose you’re right.” You agreed, sinking back into your seat.

“I am. You’d be best not to mention it again, Dove.” Regulus said, looking back to his parchment and continuing like the conversation had never happened, the only trace of it being the pink dusting his cheekbones and your own memory of it.

You did wonder why Regulus was so dismissive of the idea, you had been taught the same things by your parents and had similar thoughts and experiences, so how come you both disagreed on something like this? Was it just because you were influenced easier by hearsay than he was?

“Reggie.” You called again, and he hummed, again. “Aren’t you curious about what it’s like?”

The question made him sigh and press his quill firmly down onto the table.

“No, and you shouldn’t be either.” He scolded you, flipping his potions book shut with his incomplete essay inside. “Now come on, we need to get to dinner.”

Nothing more was said as the two of you collected your things and exited the library. But that wouldn’t be the end of it.

The next time the subject was brought up was when you were lying on Regulus’ bed as he read.

It had been a week since your conversation in the library, and it hadn’t been discussed since, you were too worried about what Regulus would say. His tone alone made you feel sheepish about your questions and ideas, so you wished to avoid any further reaction from him. Except this time, he was the one to bring it up.

“Dove?” He said from beside you, gently closing his book and resting it flat against his chest.

“Yeah?” You replied, turning your head to look at him, but his eyes were trained on the ceiling firmly like he was avoiding your gaze.

He drew his bottom lip into his teeth, gnawing as though he was nervous. Finally, he spoke. “Why were you speaking to Avery in the common room today?”

Avery had come to speak with you about your astronomy assignment that you’d been paired with each other for, but the conversation lead pleasantly to recent gossip travelling around school. You found him to be good company, albeit a little dull.

“He just came to talk to be about our astronomy homework.” You answered honestly, playing with your fingers that were folded across your stomach.

Regulus hummed. “Really?” He asked, turning his head to you.

“Yes.” You frowned.

He looked at you closely, stormy eyes circling your own as though he was searching for any hint of a lie in your words. Suddenly, he pushed himself up, off of the bed and started towards his bookshelf. You sat up, watching him move away from you. After waiting for a moment for any sort of conversation from him about the subject, you decided to speak first.

“Why do you ask?” You drew your legs up to your chest and rested your chin against your knees. You weren’t blind to when something was bothering him, usually he would keep it to himself until he exploded, but sometimes, he just needed a small push in the right direction and he’d let loose.

You watched his back straighten as he took in a breath.

“I was worried that maybe you were considering him…” He turned to you, and upon seeing the confusion on your face, he added, “…As your boyfriend.”

“What?!” Your face scrunched up. Why on earth would you want to date Avery?

Regulus scratched at his forehead, shrugging slightly awkwardly. “I just thought… After our conversation in the Library…” He trailed off quietly.

“You thought that I’d want to date Avery?”

“Well, maybe not date but-“ He cut himself off, eyes widening as though he had realised what he said. He quickly turned and busied himself in the bookshelf behind him. He didn’t dare to turn and see your face.

Of course, that wasn’t originally your intention, he just wanted to talk about astronomy, but you couldn’t help but think of it once or twice whilst you were talking. You wouldn’t have gone through with it, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like. And as always, Regulus knew you too well. And he knew he was right too, he was just too embarrassed to mention the act.

“Regulus-!” You began, desperate to defend yourself, but he snapped abruptly.

“You wanted to, didn’t you?” He looked at you, eyes wide. You opened your mouth to speak, but once again he cut you off. “With Avery of all people?”

“I wasn’t going to do anything! That wasn’t my intention, I’m just curious.” That much was true. You wouldn’t let Avery anywhere near you if it came down to it, but you thought about it, what he’d be like when he took his clothes off, what he’d feel like, what he’d sound like. It was vile and perverted, but you couldn’t help it. Not when the idea had been put into your head.

“Well you need to stay curious! Don’t you realise how stupid you’d be to go through with that with someone like him?” Regulus stormed over to his side of the twin bed since you were sat on one side. He avoided your gaze, but it wasn’t out of nerves.

“Someone like him?” You asked.

“Someone who sleeps around as much as he does! Someone who wouldn’t treat you right!” Regulus said, his words filling you with irritation. What would he know about that?

“And you’d know all about that would you?” You scoffed, knowing that he could deny the fact that he’d never been in close proximity with a girl except for you.

His face burned red now, and he looked at you with a mixture of anger and something close to sham. Why should he be ashamed when he was pure, something that he’d been reminding you to stay being?

“I know far more than he does about treating you well.” He sat back against the headboard, a bitter sneer on his mouth.

“And how would you know that? You’ve never even touched a girl who isn’t me! What could you possibly know about sex that he doesn’t?” You snorted, amused at his little frown. As much of a dick that Regulus could be, he was still your best friend and he was still adorable to you.

He seethed where he sat, jolting forward in anger to growl in your face. “I may not have whored myself around like he has, but I’ve known you, I’ve touched you, I’ve seen nearly all of you. I know every part of your body, that’s something that he’ll never know like I do.”

You shook your head, a smile on your face. “Well, there’s one part he would know better than you if it came down to it.” You reminded him, enjoying the moment of silence that befell you. You knew you’d hit a sensitive spot, but you didn’t care.

Regulus fell back against the headboard, not saying another word and you knew that you’d won. He may have been angry, but it was the price he’d pay for being cocky.

You knew he wouldn’t stay angry at you for long, so you curled up, resting your head on his lap, expecting for him to break his facade. Except this time, he didn’t bring his hand to run over your scalp or untangle your hair, he kept his arms crossed, though he made no move to disturb you, it still felt as though he was rejecting you. You let it be, figuring he’d get over it. Except he didn’t.

“I don’t understand your need to sleep with somebody.” He said finally.

You sighed, you knew well before then that he didn’t understand your thoughts about the matter. “You can’t tell me that you’re not curious.” You smiled slightly at him once you’d turned onto your back to look up at him from where you rested on his thighs.

He glanced down at you but looked away quickly. He shrugged with the shake of his head. “I’m not.”

You heard him perfectly, but something about his tone surely indicated that he was lying. You laughed, bringing a hand up to his face and running a finger over the smooth skin of his cheek.

“Oh, Reggie, you know you can’t lie to me.” You grinned ear from ear when he looked down at you with a stern expression.

He shook his head again. “There’s a difference between being curious and trying to find out.” He told you.

“So you admit that you’re curious! See, you’re no better than me.” You quipped and he rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to keep your curiosity a secret, Reggie, I won’t judge.”

He took in a deep breath and a strange unsureness crossed over his face. It was unusual to see Regulus unsure of anything, he always seemed to know everything about everything. Which was why you were worried you’d crossed a line. At least you were until he began to speak again.

“I- It’s just curiosity, it’ll pass.” He said softly, looking down at you and running gentle fingers over the crown of your head.

“You can keep telling yourself that, but don’t you want to know what it feels like?” You pester him with an answer as the back of your hand goes to nudge at his chest, faintly feeling his rapid heartbeat.

He purses his lips and nods so faintly that if you weren’t paying full attention, you’d miss it.

“So why don’t you try?” You ask simply.

His eyes shoot down to you, oddly calm as his chest rose and fell heavily.

“You know I can’t do that, and neither can you. There are other ways to go about things.” Your attention peaked at that.

You frowned. “How do you go about it?” Regulus flushed and opened his mouth to protest before you cut him off. “Please.”

He fell silent as he looked over the room as though he was searching for an answer to give you. He was so quiet for so long that you were worried he’d never speak again, until he shifted lightly under your head and you watched as he swallowed and how his adam’s apple bobbed. You often forgot how much Regulus had grown and how he isn’t the little boy you used to play Gobstones with in his back garden. Now, he was a beautiful man, standing tall and proud like he was supposed to, but you knew him as your Reggie, he was still yours.

“I can tell you, but you have to promise to stop pursuing these things.” He whispered.

You sat up, facing him now. “I promise.”

He observed you for a second before nodding. “Do you remember when your mother took us for a walk when we were young? Just you and me.”

You frowned, there were lots of times that she’d take you two out whilst your father was teaching your brother duelling tricks. Regulus continued despite your evident confusion.

“She told us why we weren’t the same, because when we used to take baths together we knew that we didn’t look the way the other did.” He explained simply, as though he was talking to a child.

“Regulus, I know you have a dick and I don’t, I don’t need to be reminded.” You said, scrunching your face up in embarrassment at the idea of Regulus having to give you a sex talk.

“I know, I know! What I’m saying is that she taught us how they were different and how they can feel.” He said softly, reaching down to play with your fingers. Despite how uncomfortable the conversation was, he didn’t shy away from you or your touch.

You still weren’t catching on. “Yes?”

“We can… Feel good without having to have sex. Or at least that’s what I took from it.” He looked down shyly.

“How?” You asked incredulously. Despite your mother and your friends having told you about sex, you were nearly entirely clueless, which is how you were supposed to stay according to Pureblood Society. And now it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

Regulus stuttered at your question. “Uh- Well, you can… Touch there.” He said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as he fiddled with your hand.

You looked at him questioningly. “Is that what you do?”

He looked at you, wide eyes and eventually he tilted his head to the side. “I have before. It’s meant to feel like the real thing, but I don’t know.”

“How do I do it?” Your question was abrupt and rather shocking judging by his face, but you tried to ignore the awkwardness that came between you two.

He began to smile, presumably to diffuse the awkwardness that overcame him. “You, uh, have something that feels nice to touch.” He told you, breathing starting to get rapid.

“Where?” You lean in to him like he was about to whisper a dark secret to you.

“I’m not completely sure.” He admitted, looking at you fully now as you were so close to him.

“Show me how.”

He fell silent, staring at you, unmoving.

“What?!” He hissed.

You frowned. “What?” You asked innocently, not seeing any issue with the request.

“I can’t do that!” He drew away slightly, but still holding your hand firmly.

“Why not?” You whined.

He sighed. “It wouldn’t be right, I can’t touch you like that.” He swallowed.

“Yes you can. You touch me all the time! You’re doing it right now.” You remind him.

“That’s different!”

“How? It’s just touching, I’m not asking you to have sex with me, Reggie.” You told him honestly, you knew that he was against the idea of sleeping around.

He watched you for a second. “If our parents found out-“

“They wouldn’t, nobody has to find out.”

You watch his eyes slowly trace over you. You hadn’t been back to your dorm to get changed, so you remained in your uniform as you both hung out in his room. He took in a long breath before he met your eyes again, then, something was different.

He shifted his leg slightly, so that there was a wider space between them. He patted lightly.

“Sit.”

You obeyed, dropping down into the space. You were used to sitting like this with him because of how you both read together, so this felt no different except for the anticipation running through your body. You rested your back against his chest and his chin found the crook of your neck.

You shifted to get comfortable before he spoke again. “Take these off.” He instructed as he ran a nimble hand over your tight-clad legs.

You slipped a hand beneath the band of the tights and slipped them down over your calf’s before he took them from you and dropped them on the wooden floor. He placed a hesitant hand on your thigh.

“Just say the word and we can stop, Dove.” He told you and pressed a kiss on your clothed shoulder. You hummed a quick ‘okay’ in response and his soft hand traveled up slowly to grip at the inside of your thigh. A sudden burst of warmth engulfed you beneath your underwear at the sudden attention on your leg.

He then pressed a wet kiss on your neck and the warmth intensified slightly. Without warning, his cool touch slipped beneath the elastic band of your underwear and began to pull them off. You allowed him to unhook them from over your feet and place them in a small bundle beside him. Your lower half was completely exposed, but not for him to see, he made sure of that to preserve some kind of modesty on your behalf.

He brought his slim fingers to his lips, wetting them with his spit before he brought them down onto you without warning. You let out a shaky breath as his fingers spread moisture over your sensitive folds. It was a feeling completely new to you, but it was welcomed as his fingers focused attention on you, circling and rubbing over an area you weren’t sure of.

You sighed suddenly as he pressed down harder and your feet pushed you back into his chest. His mouth opened slightly, almost shocked that he could spur this reaction out of you. His hot breath fanned onto your neck as he worked further into your pussy.

His finger slid through the steadily gathering wetness around your hole and you felt a strange tinge run through your groin. He ran the slippery wetness over you, bringing it all back up the top of your fluttering pussy. You wet your lips as you watched his perfect hands roll over the flesh gently, and you wondered how he was so good at what he was doing.

“How did you learn to do this?” Your voice surprised even you as it came out desperate and gravelly. He sighed into your neck at the sound before he replied.

“My brother used to tell me how.” It was true, Sirius would come home and regale Regulus with stories of whichever girl he was shagging that week, so it was no surprise to you that he’d picked up some knowledge over the years.

His finger began to circle harder, causing you to let out a mewl, a sound that Regulus liked. You could tell by the way he nuzzled further into your neck with a soft sound of his own.

“Oh my Merlin.” He sighed and you wove your fingers through his dark tresses, pulling him closer into you. You wondered if he liked this as much as you did, after all, he’d never even touched a girl before.

Your mouth hung open, legs spreading further open, allowing him to touch more of you as you opened up for him. Your sounds grew more desperate at the you warmth spread more intensely around you.

“Reggie.” You whined, you didn’t know what to ask him to do. Whether you wanted him to go faster or press harder, you didn’t know. You just needed him to do anything he could.

But what you didn’t expect was for him to whine just the same into your hair as his hand seemed to work on its own. He circled both faster and harder, it was like he read your mind.

His spare arm held you tighter, keeping you taut to him as the warmth spread.

Your breathing quickened and your heartbeat heightened and your stomach began to ache? But that couldn’t be right, it felt too good to be a stomach ache. You called to him again, he had to know.

“Reggie.” It somehow sounded more desperate now. Your hand grappled onto his hair as you grew warmer and warmer. “It feels- It feels strange.” You told him as best as you could.

He nodded into you, fingers still working the same as they were, like he knew how to make the ache go away. He shushed you gently. “I know, I know.”

You cried out, legs beginning to close on their own accord despite how much you wanted to keep them open. You shook, you couldn’t help it, not as the warmth exploded and the coil of aching disappeared into a sweet tang in your mouth and a fog over your brain.

Your jaw hung ajar, like you would scream at any moment, but nothing came out, it felt too good to scream.

With his fingers slowing, you could finally feel sense as your legs dropped apart, tingling from the force of pleasure that captured your body. Regulus placed another array of kisses over you, whispering things that you couldn’t hear as your heartbeat slowed down at last.

“You’re amazing.” He said, now wrapping both hands around your waist as you came to your senses.

You couldn’t reply, you could only make a tiny breathy sound to counter him. You felt him smile against your skin.

“So good.” He breathed against you amongst the rest of his sweet nothings. You lay against him, wet and burning at the same time as he cooed at you. You were sure you could fall asleep against his chest as the minutes went by and you grew sleepier than before. Until it washed over you.

“Maybe Avery doesn’t know that part as well as you do.”

[spiritussancto1]

Gimme all your best adds for a Marauders drinking game/bingo:

   (note: I claim no responsibility for your poor liver)

James has problems with boundaries

Sirius is wildly over dramatic

You catch a reference to a different fic

Peter betrays them

Internalized homophobia

Reggie doesn’t give a fuck about your social norms

Broom innuendo

Regulus threatens someone

Regulus makes good on his threat

Someone makes an “I’m/he’s Sirius” pun

The Black brothers make words into knives

The Black brothers really like knives

James has a knife kink

MCD<-finish your drink, and another if you need it. x2 if it was from the dying character’s POV

Child abuse/Walburga Black as a person

Dumbledore is an asshole

Gay sex scene

Trans character representation

Disabled character representation

POC character representation

Making out in a broom closet

Referencing Greek/Roman mythology, literature, sculpture, and paintings

Referencing astronomy/stargazing on the astronomy tower/talking to the moon and stars

Pandora has a vision

Amortentia makes people have a crisis/realization

Remus hates himself

Kink scene<-have a cigarette if you need it

Wildly toxic relationships

Actual personal growth<-the characters’, or your own in consequence of reading

Barty is unhinged, kind of in a funny way, kind of in a concerning way

Bellatrix is criminally insane

Out of character talent gained from from the person’s upbringing (prefect/academic Lupin can pick locks, rebel Sirius can ballroom dance)

Characters are having a gender or sexuality crisis

You, the reader, think you’re now having a gender or sexuality crisis<-finish as many drinks as you want. You earned it

Completely insane or disturbing ship (Black brothers incest, Voldemort and Harry, Lupin and Hermione)

The Marauders pull off a great prank

Wolfstar kiss on the stairs

One of the Black brothers flies into a jealous rage

Jegulus has a thing with their ties

Reggie drowns

Wolfstar bond over music

hand/ring kink

Gratuitous violence/near death experience <-if it was from a super graphic or first person POV finish your drink

You found the perfect video edit to compliment the fic you’re reading and now you’re sobbing or squealing 

Emotional whiplash

Marauders or reg thinking fleamont is hot

Now I'm just thinking, "come to the marauders side, we’ve got...."

How did I get sucked into this godforsaken fandom? I love it so much. please add your favourites

[soreconom]

Hello!

MDNI 🎠 Skye - 21 - POC -ENBY & AROACE SPEC - They/Them - Neurodivergent - Chronic Daydreamer - VERY multifandom - I love women 🎠 MDNI

REQUESTS: CLOSED

Taken Anon Emojis:

🎠🥀I am a lil’ bit of an amateur writer. I have been writing off and on for years, and now I’m confident about writing some fan fiction! I have not written fanfic in a hot minute, so I am a bit rusty. Just bear with me!

🎠🥀Most of my writings will be with a gender neutral reader and use they/them pronouns unless otherwise stated or requested :)! I will do my best to not include physical descriptions as well unless otherwise requested.

🎠🥀I will do my best to write all characters to the best of my ability. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome!

RULES AND FANDOMS BELOW THE CUT

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Fetish content (bathroom stuff, feet stuff, etc), some hard kinks, pedo shit, real people.

Porn without plot. Unpopular opinion, I know. #smutwithfeelingsftw

Character x Character

I WILL WRITE:

Fluff, angst, the basic stuff. Smut if the mood takes me

One shot/drabbles, headcanons, multi-character reactions.

Platonic relationships.

Song inspired requests.

Poly relationships (or I will do my best to).

I’m down for most stuff, so just shoot your shot!

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR (more to come!)

Key:

NOT MENTIONED = I will NOT write for this character

PLAIN = I’m will write for this character.

ORANGE = Character I MIGHT write for if I get a request that sparks inspiration.

PINK = Would LOVE to write for this character.

AVATAR - James Cameron Movies

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Quaritch, Grace Augustine

THE BOYS

Butcher, Hughie, Annie/Starlight, M.M., Kimiko, Frenchie, Maggie/Queen Maeve, Old and New Black Noir, Reggie/A-Train

ARCANE

Sevika, Vi, Jinx/Powder, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Ekko , Jayce Talis, Viktor, Vander, Silco

MARVEL

Loki, Agatha Harkness, Steve Rogers, The Wolverine/Logan Howlett

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (remakes)

Ghost/Simon Riley, John Price, Soap/John Mactavish, Gaz/Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Nikolai

BALDUR’S GATE III

Wyll Ravengard, Gale Dekarios, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach Cliffgate, Halsin, Isobel Thorm, Aylin (honestly, there are so many characters so just feel free to request any bg3 character! the only one i will not write for is astarion.)

OVERWATCH

Moira O’Deorain, Sloan/Venture (the big two. i am down to write any overwatch character so feel free to request.)

RULES

Zero Tolerance for Minors. Minors, do NOT interact. You will be blocked immediately.

Please only submit a request ONCE, & Remember to be patient. I have a busy life outside of this blog.

Do not use my work for Character AI or anything AI related.

Do not repost my work EVER!

Just be respectful.

🎠have a lovely day🎠

[yes-17-15]

Hargreeves sexuality and gender headcanons cuz I’m bored.

Luther-

I 100% believe he is CisHet but he is absolutely an ally. He probably didn’t understand everything at first but Viktor and Klaus helped explain and he got the gist of it. He also maybe uses He/They pronouns? He thinks They/Them just sounds nice.

Diego-

I know a lot of people think that Diego is a trans man and I think that would be cool (as a trans man myself) but I just don’t really see it. I kind of understand it but I don’t really agree. I definitely do think he’s Bi though, female leaning. Definitely He/Him.

Allison-

I also see lots of people thinking she’s a trans woman, and I think that’s a great headcanon imo but I again do not agree. I absolutely don’t see her as anything but Cisgender Heterosexual. And I honestly like it that way. I don’t think all of the Hargreeves siblings have to be LGBTQ+, I think some of them should be straight too. I think Allison might have messed around with girls but she just didn’t really feel a click like she does with males. She/Her.

Klaus-

I think most of us agree Klaus is not Cis or Straight. There is no way. I would probably say he is Non-Binary or Gender-fluid. He never heard those terms until they were a bit older, probably after Five disappeared, and the first time he heard it was someone shit-talking it, and they wanted to look more into it. So occasionally Viktor and Grace would be allowed to go to the library because Viktor usually didn’t have much else to do so Klaus asked him if next time he goes if he could look up those words for him and Viktor obviously said sure. He came back and told Klaus about it and Klaus was like, “yep, that’s me.” They were happy there was a word for it. I also think Klaus is Pansexual, but he also isn’t very fond of labels anyway. They honestly just think everyone’s hot (EXCEPT CHILDREN NOT CHILDREN). Any pronouns but mainly He/They.

Five-

I think Five’s above gender and stuff like that. When they were kids Viktor had a crush on Five and Five just found it disgusting. Partially because they’re like siblings but also because Five does not want a relationship or anyone to have a crush on him. Five also never liked gender roles and was confused why there were differences in the uniforms depending on gender. Five saw Viktor and Klaus wearing each others uniforms and was a little confused why Reggie wouldn’t just let Klaus wear what he wanted but also was kind of confused why Klaus even wanted to wear skirts. Five never really thought about gender much though because he thought it was incredibly stupid and useless. Five always thought that way. But especially whenever Five was in the apocalypse, he had absolutely no use for it. Five wishes that they didn’t live in a gendered society but he we are. If he has to use terms for himself, he’d say he’s Agender and AroAce (Yay AAA battery). Five doesn’t like using pronouns and prefers his name but if it’s mandatory Five uses He/Him pronouns but Klaus uses They/them for him cause he knows Five likes it.

Ben-

I don’t know enough about Ben to give a really detailed answer but I have a simple bit to say. I would like to think he’s Bisexual, but I don’t really think he is. I like the headcanon but again we don’t know enough about him. I think he’s Cis too but maybe DemiBoy? I’d probably say He/Him but maybe some neos?? I’m not experienced in them though so I don’t really know any he might use (I’m also talking more about Brellie Ben than Sparrow Ben).

Viktor-

I absolutely adore Viktor. I know lots of people thought he was a Lesbian before season three but no, that’s not the case. He actually liked Leonard/Harold. Before he found out about all the things Leonard did he actually liked him. And when he was younger it’s confirmed (I’m pretty sure??) that Viktor had a crush on Five. Viktor doesn’t only like females, he actually does like guys. I absolutely think Viktor is Bisexual, possibly Pan. I think he could also be on the Aspectrum maybe? But he definitely doesn’t only like women. I also thought he might have been Non-Binary before he transitioned but now I absolutely like him as just a trans man. He/Him maybe He/They and possibly neos?? Again I don’t know much about neos so.

[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 14: Letters + Ray/Rose/Reggie <=AO3

1995

Hey guys,

I can’t believe it’s been five months. Seems like forever and just yesterday that I said goodbye. Dr. Butler said I should write to you, to help process my grief. I think she’d rather I write you each a letter, but this one is hard enough-I don’t know that I have it in me to do two more. 

It’s Christmas right now-though I’m not much in the mood to celebrate. Ray and Rose have made an effort-spending money they don’t have to get a real tree and a nice meal. But it still doesn’t erase you guys not being there next to me in your stupid paper hats and getting drunk off eggnog. 

It’s hard to be merry when my life is so broken. I’ve been trying to function since Ray and Rose pulled me back from the brink, but it’s still harder more days than not. 

I tried to go visit your folks-check up on them. Lex, your parents wouldn’t see me, but I saw Livvie and she’s dealing. She gave me a hug, and I may have held on for a moment too long, but she wasn’t letting go either, so I think it was for you as much as me. 

Lu…I think this year was worse. Last year your mom knew you were out there. This year-she just cried. I think she might wonder why it’s me sitting there, eating her cookies and not you. I feel so guilty about that-even though Pepper said I shouldn’t. I left you some of the cookies-they’re too salty for me anyways. 

Bobbers I see Lola all the time. She has no one else-and she likes having someone to fuss over. She has the garage just as we left it but neither of us can go out there. She wanted to come with me today, wish you all a Merry Christmas, but she broke her hip earlier this fall and it’s harder for her to get around.

God how do I end this? 

I miss you. I love you. I hope you’re having a rocking holiday in Heaven. 

Reg

2003

Hey guys,

Guess what? I’m gonna be a dad!

I know, who on Earth would let me procreate with them? 

Well, technically , the baby is Ray’s but Rose and him assured me I am still in every way this kid’s dad. I am so scared and excited and yak in a bowl anxious. I can’t wait!

We want to wait until they’re born to see the gender and decide on a name, so that is killing me just a little. But I get to decorate the nursery-I have some really fun ideas involving yellows and greens-maybe a springtime scene since Rose is due right around Easter. 

Bobby you might hate me for it, but your old room is finally getting painted. We kept the house the same for so long, but finally Rose put her foot down and insisted we make it our own. So room by room we’ve taken over. Celia left us a lot of stuff-including all her couches, which is great because me, Rose, and Ray have a tendency to break ours. 

I love them so much you guys-wanton destruction and all. 

Anyways, you don’t want to hear about that. My latest album is going well-I know none of you were country fans, but it suits me, getting to perform again, even if I would hang up my spurs in a second to be jamming out with you guys again.(No Alex, I do not have actual spurs, Rose nixed that idea straight away). There’s talk of a small tour but I told Marci, my agent, that I had to be back in time for the baby to come, so we’ll see. 

Livvie is doing well Alex, finally a doctor, just like she dreamed. Patrick just started preschool, and gosh he’s cute! I don’t get to see them much, but me and Olivia send letters, and she always sends a photo with her Christmas card. 

Celia loves the home she’s in Bobby-she has pictures of you everywhere, and your lolo as well. Even some of the band! But she’s got lots of friends, and seems to be doing great. I see her every other Sunday for tea, and we reminisce, but also chat-old ladies still have the juiciest gossip you know?

Lu your folks are much the same as the last time I visited-I worry about them you know? They don’t want to talk to anybody, just keep functioning and mourning, and I feel so bad. Especially when I tell them about my life-I think they just wonder what would have become of you. It makes me feel so guilty-which Pepper just sighs at me about, but she gets it. I-I don't go as much as I should, but I always check up on them around the holidays. Still get the same cookies-every year they are a little less salty, like they contain less tears. Hope you don’t mind-I ate a few on the way here. 

So that’s it-my update for the year. It was…I don’t want to say easier, because it’s never easier writing to you three. Wishing you were here with me, joshing me about being a part of a throuple, about becoming a dad. Giving me all sorts of grief for the hat-because yes, I do have the hat. 

But then-if you guys were here, would I have any aspect of this life? I don’t know, and I don’t know how to feel about that.  Sad, maybe, because as much as I love you, I don’t know if I would give this-my new family, my unborn child, my thriving career-up for you. Maybe that’s growth. Maybe it’s me being selfish. 

I still miss you all, but…I think you’d want me to be happy, to keep on living for you. We’ll be together again someday. Until then, keep my bass tuned, and see if you can come up with a sequel to Get Lost for me to really wail on.

Love you all,

Reg

2020

Twenty five years. Where does the time go? 

It has been… a while since I wrote one of these. Been a long time since I felt the need to honestly. I still miss you all like crazy you know. And it’s harder this year without Rose, but maybe she’s up there with you, rocking out, or just swapping embarrassing Reggie stories-both equally possible. Maybe that’s why the letter. 

Julie is doing better-she formed some new band with a bunch of holograms? I haven’t seen them perform yet-stupid touring schedule, but apparently they’re great. But of course they are, they’re playing with Julie-but maybe that’s just my dad bias peeking through. 

Carlos is on track to being a superstar on his baseball team. I’ve been to as many games as I’ve been able to, but again, the life of a country superstar is a bit of a busy one. But Ray sends me videos for all the ones I miss, and that’s been amazing, especially since I was the one who taught him to throw a pitch. 

It’s so weird being a dad you know? 

I think about your folks in that respect-God knows my own were not a good role model on how to parent. And I know you guys all had issues with your own families, but I guess I have a different perspective now. 

I still send holiday cards to Livvie-Patrick is in college now, Lexie, pursuing Classics, you’d be so proud. He tried to learn drums, but oooof he was bad . But he and his boyfriend are the cutest, and it’s so nice to see how different life is for them than it was for you. I wish you could be here for it-watch you blush and freak at Pride, and maybe find yourself that good guy you deserve. 

I visit Celia every time I come to see you guys-Bobbers I hope she found you, that she’s looking after you. I hit a hard time when she passed-like she was the last part of my connection to you. But I know she wouldn’t want me to live in sadness; that’s why she gave me the house. You would love how bright and happy it is now-full of love and with a million couches that you could stretch out on. 

Lu I tried to keep in touch with your folks, but they are still stuck in the past. They still celebrate your birthday, still have your room just like you left it. I tried giving them Pepper’s number but I doubt they used it. It breaks my heart every time, but I feel like I have to check up on them. Let them talk about you, or just sit quietly. I did learn to knit though, which has been a godsend on long bus rides or plane flights. Though you are the only one who wears beanies in LA. 

Wore. Damn, didn’t even catch that. 

Okay, I have to end this letter, I’m almost home, and all I want to do is sleep, and I’ll deliver this letter tomorrow after a long nap and some family time. 

Still love you guys, forever and always. 

Reg

[reggie-the-dyke]

REGGIE MAKES AN ENTRANCEEE

the bmc brainrot is real

raah hellos and welcome to my blog !! you don’t have to read this before interacting, but i’d like it if you did :]

i go by many names, but my current preferences are atlas or regulus. friends can use nicknames (please do,) she/he/it/star/any pronouns :3 my gender is. idk it’s somethin’

my current main interests/hobbies are: - be more chill - stardew valley - art - writing (specifically one story i’m planning on writing) - my ocs rrrrgrgrggrrgrh starts foaming at the mouth - musical theatre - marauders era fandom (fuck jkr) - greek mythology - schitt’s creek - the stanley parable

dating avery (@corrine-the-simp) and zeph (no tumblr :[) the loveliest <33

please add a trigger warning for emetophobia, shark week (afab periods), excessive talk of blood/gore, real person death, getting blood drawn, and talk about anything overly disturbing

more under the cut (other names, less prominent interests, tags)

name hoard !! (order of preference) atlas / regulus / io / wisteria / dove / callisto / hestia / ella / athena again pleasepleasepleaaase use nicknamessss :333

other things i’m less interested in include: - riordanverse (percy jackson / heroes of olympus / trials of apollo / magnus chase / kane chronicles / other single books) - other miscellaneous book series such as: - the wingfeather saga - the magic thief - the land of stories + a tale of magic - gideon the cutpurse trilogy - the penderwicks - several neil gaiman books (unfortunately, the milk / odd and the frost giants / the graveyard book) - steven universe

i don’t have any specific dni, just stuff like homophobes, transphobes, terfs, radqueers etc.

and finally, tags i use !! (or rather, will begin using- i’m not gonna go through and update all the tags on all my posts though so only ones after this will use them)

#screaming into the void - random shitposts and talking to myself. also just random things that pop into my head

#reggie rebagels - reblogging stuffs

#ocs!!! - yapping about my ocs :3

#atlas art - art art arty arttt (will usually be an oc, and therefore have that tag too)

#writing?! - anything about writing stuffs

#dead people circus - talking about the aforementioned story thing i’m working on

#catposting - yapping about my kitties

#the answererrrrr - answering asks

#friend !! - talkinf to friends

#girlfriend !!!!! - ave <33333333

[industrations]

if anyone ever asks me where the main source of my gender envy is from, i’m just going to have to very slowly point to all of your regulus fanart

MY REGGIE!! Hes a baby that one, i’ll put him in my pocket and show him off to everyone coming by. I feel like he’s helped me a lot with gender expression for sure

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

Things To Know

Pfp is some beautiful art by @courfee . I am matching with @bibeantransbean

Hey

I was @lovingdeadgaywizardsfromthe70s originally. Might make a side blog, we’ll see.

I use He/Him.

You may refer to me as: Regulus/Reg/Reggie

THIS. IS. NOT. A. ROLEPLAY. BLOG. I have had people go "I thought this was a RP blog"

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[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Bex and Riley for dealer's choice of birthday prompt!

A prompt request for two OCs 🥺 my brain children feel so loved right now. Thank you! But you made me make SO MANY DECISIONS and I’m mad at you for that 😉. Hope you like it! 

For context, Bex and Riley are both OCs in the Bex Verse. Riley is Bex’s best friend (Bex is Willexie’s kid) and currently playing around with gender and pronouns.

They reach the school and Bex turns to give Willie a tight hug. They return it readily, counting as they squeeze her ten times before finally letting go. 

“Ten’s not too old to hug your old Nomy in front of your friends?” they tease. 

Bex plants a hand on her hip as she rolls her eyes. “I’ll never be too old for hugs.”

Willie chuckles and restrains themself from ruffling her hair, “Yeah okay, we’ll see about that. Love you. Have the most amazing day.”

Bex wraps her arms around Willie’s waist one more time. “You too, Nomy! Love you, bye!” She waves as she runs off. 

She sees Riley in their usual spot at the edge of the playground, just outside of the chaos of the daily school drop off, and runs toward them.

They notice her almost immediately and jump up, wrapping her in a tight hug once she’s close enough. 

“Happy birthday!”

Bex smiles. “Thanks!” she says before holding her skirt out and giving a twirl, “Look what Auntie Carrie got me!”

Riley offers her an exaggerated appreciative whistle. Bex rolls her eyes. He’d finally learned how to do that and Bex is only slightly frustrated that she can’t figure it out for herself. Apparently even in a family of musicians, she’s got a distinct lack of people who can teach her how to do this one thing. 

“Nice!” they offer. Riley doesn’t understand the appeal of dresses, especially not floofy twirly ones, but if there’s one thing that is true for her, it’s that she’s going to amp Bex up any chance she gets. 

And if there’s one thing that Bex and Carrie share, it’s a love for floofy twirly dresses. Carrie had made sure that Bex could have her new dress ready for school today. They’ve made half a tradition over the last few years where part of Carrie’s gift to Bex is her birthday outfit and every year it’s more extravagant than the last. Bex’s dads make sure that Carrie keeps it age, season, and school appropriate though. 

She spreads her skirt out as she sits on the grass like usual. Riley drops down beside her. They know there’s not enough time before the morning bell to actually dig anything out of their bags so they spend their few minutes alone excitedly chatting about Bex’s upcoming party and what they’re expecting her family to do. Luke probably has some cheesy song planned. Reggie will bake like always and do something overbearing and embarrassing. Alex will cry. Granted, he cried this morning. Something about milestone birthdays and being ten and almost all grown up. He’ll absolutely cry again, though. Willie will try way too hard to be cool. They’re all so predictable but at least it’s funny when it’s not annoying. 

The warning bell chimes and Riley jumps up. They offer Bex their hand and she readily accepts the help in being pulled up, brushing off her skirt and legs once she’s standing. 

She laughs as she curtsies in thanks. Riley bows before offering her his arm. “Milady,” Riley teases. 

“Thank you, good sir,” Bex counters with another giggle as she wraps hand around his arm. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.”

They laugh together as they make their way toward the school. Unfortunately they aren’t in the same class this year so they separate dramatically once inside, complete with Riley pressing a gentle kiss to Bex’s hand. 

“Happiest of birthdays to you, Lady Bex.” Riley bows again as she makes her way to her own classroom, leaving Bex to find her way to hers. 

“You guys are so weird,” Bex hears someone mutter just loud enough for her to hear. She brushes it off and rolls her shoulder back, just like Auntie Carrie taught her, walking to her classroom head held high.

She used to fight back. When people talked shit about her. Or her dads. Or Luke. Or Carrie. But after many, many chats with her grown ups and teachers and principals, she started practicing new ways to deal with her ‘haters’ (as Flynn calls them). Right now, the strategy is a Carrie Wilson special and it’s been working out okay so far. Riley has a harder time but they’re all working on it. 

Riley’s waiting outside of her classroom at recess. “Happy birthday!” they exclaim as soon as she gets out the door. 

Bex laughs as she follows him outside, “You already said that.”

“Yeah, but I want to say it again. I’m gonna say it so many times today. Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday happy birthd-”

Bex cuts him off with a hand to his mouth and another laugh. “Okay, okay I get it! Don’t expect this many happy birthdays from me when it’s your turn though.”

“No, you’ll probably do something way cooler.”

“Pft as if.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the coolest.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause it’s my birthday.”

“Nope,” Riley retorts, rushing away before Bex can respond. 

“Wait! You can’t run away from me! It’s my birthday!” Bex yells as she follows after her. 

Bex catches up to Riley where they’ve stopped at a broken piece of pavement. There aren’t a lot of great places to bug hunt on the school grounds but every once in a while, if they look really carefully, they can find something new in disrepair that hosts some creatures for them to watch. 

Bex crouches down and flips the corner of cement over. “Awe, just pillbugs,” she says with dismay as she watches the little ecosystem. “They don’t even count.”

She gently replaces the concrete, careful not to disturb them any more than necessary. Riley sits beside her on the cement pad. “We’ll find the coolest bug today,” he assures her. “We have to! Birthday and all.”

“It’s too bad we can’t go to the front where all the flowers are,” Bex says with a pout as she plunks down beside Riley. They’d tried. Many times. But the teacher on supervision duty always caught them and made them stay on or around the playground. Sure, there was some grass and stuff, but nothing like what the front of the school offered for insect-friendly hunting grounds.

They sit in silence, staring at nothing until the bell rings to take them back inside. 

There’s no playful exchange this time around but Riley’s waiting for her again at their lunch break, with another round of happy birthdays, and then again at afternoon recess. 

They don’t have any more luck in their bug hunting, choosing to forego it entirely for their last break and instead opting to flip through the book that Riley had brought from home. 

By the end of the day, they’re both nearly bouncing out of their skin in excitement, the disappointment of their failed insect tracking behind them. Riley gets to come home with Bex. Something that’s not necessarily new. Or rare. But it’s different this time. 

Bex’s classmates (and their parents) and teachers gawk when at the end of the day The Carrie Wilson™ is there in a limo to pick up Bex and Riley. The Carrie Wilson™ who happens to be sporting a dress that almost perfectly matches Bex’s.

Carrie greets Bex and Riley with a wink and smile. They quickly clamber into the car, beaming the entire time. She follows and lets the driver close the door behind them.  

“You should turn ten more often,” Riley enthuses as they take in the interior of the car. Carrie had had it stocked up with Bex and Riley’s favourite treats (and some proper after school snacks at Alex’s insistence. “They need protein, Carrie.” 

“They’d better still be able to eat dinner and cake!” had been Reggie’s input.

“Let the kids have their fun!” was Ray’s contribution. “It’s not every day your kid, niece, grandbaby turns ten!”

To which Alex had fought back tears. Again.)

Bex looks around with wide eyes. She catches sight of the chocolate eggs that she only ever gets when somebody goes on tour and squeals with excitement. She takes one for herself and hands another to Riley. 

“Wait til you see these!” she tells him excitedly as she unwraps her own and cracks the chocolate open. She shoves the candy pieces into her mouth as she grabs the signature yellow canister and pops it open. She teaches Riley about the joys of Kinder Surprise, grateful to see that they both got toys that aren’t pre-built. 

“Best birthday ever,” Bex sighs. 

“And it’s only just began,” Carrie reminds her with a wide smile. “Let’s get you home so you can see what everyone else has in store for you.”

“How many times has Daddy cried?” Bex asks around a mouthful of chocolate.

Carrie laughs, “He made me promise not to tell. Or count.”

Bex rolls her eyes, a perfect imitation of her dad, “Figures.”

Okay i genuinely needed to cut this off cuz it almost turned into #Bex’s first sleepover which I am NOT equipped to write right now. Maybe I’ll extend this for ao3 later…

[star-blitz]

Chapter 2 of 'fuel the pyre of your enemies' should be up soon, but here's a little snippet in the meantime...

tw: deadnaming, brief mentions of dysphoria and blood

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

Regulus rolls his head to the side, pressing his cheek against the cold pillow and watching Barty’s face from behind the swirls of smoke in the air. “What do you mean?”

“Something has been going on with you,” Barty explains. “For a while now. Ever since I met you. But it’s becoming more and more apparent.” He wraps his lips around his cigarette and inhales deeply. Regulus watches him with narrowed eyes, ready to pounce like a cornered animal. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bart.”

“Sure you do. I might be a man, darling, but I know what a bra is meant to look like.” His fingers play with the strap of Regulus’ binder. “This isn’t what a bra is meant to look like. And you wear it more and more often now. Like, all the time. And you used to let me take it off sometimes, but now you never do. Not that I mind, I’m just… curious. What’s going on, Lyra?”

Regulus winces at the name.

“See?” Barty sits up, his cigarette held delicately between his lips. “That thing there you just did. You never like it when I use your name anymore either.”

“You’re delusional,”  Regulus mutters, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed.

“I know I’m absolutely deranged ninety-nine percent of the time, but I’m onto something here. And you know I am, Ly—”

Regulus watches his friend (boyfriend?) with dark eyes, daring him to say another word.

Barty runs a hand through his hair. “We’re friends, darling. Before all of this, we are friends. Talk to me.” Then softer, “Please.”

Regulus will regret this moment for the rest of his life, regret that Bartemius fucking Crouch was the first person to hear the words spill from his lips. The first person to see him break down after they do and the realization truly sets in.

“I’m a man, Barty.”

And Regulus is twelve again, stealing his brother’s clothes and covering his long hair with a beanie and looking in the mirror and thinking, “What is wrong with me? Why am I like this?”

He’s fourteen and Sirius just walked in on him drawing facial hair onto his jaw, just to see, just to know what it would look like. Sirius was starting to grow out a faint mustache and Regulus just wanted to look like his brother.

He’s sixteen and binding his chest with anything he can get his hands on, even though he knows it’s unsafe, even though he knows it’ll only hurt him in the long run. In Regulus’ line of work, early death is almost guaranteed, even if you’re the best. Small mercies.

Regulus is eighteen years old the first time he tells someone his real name. 

Regulus Arcturus Black. 

Barty started calling him ‘Reggie’ immediately, much to Regulus’ dismay. But anything was better than the other name.

After that came the calm before the storm. The ebb before the tide swept it all away. 

Barty wasn’t too bothered by Regulus’ gender, seeing as he slept with anything that moves. He respected Regulus’ boundaries, only touched him where he wanted to be touched, and called him what he wanted to be called. Those few hours a week with Barty were a reprieve from an otherwise painful existence. 

Regulus was living two lives and it was draining him. He felt like an imposter in his own skin, an imposter in his own family. 

So, one day, he showed up at Barty’s apartment with his sharpest dagger. He offered Barty the handle as soon as he opened the door. "Cut my hair," he demanded. "Cut it short like yours." And Barty flashed him a crazed grin and stepped aside to let Regulus further into the apartment.

Regulus Black stormed into Grimmauld Place with a mission that evening. And he left it with two suitcases, a dagger stained with blood and a deep hatred for James fucking Potter.

[hexagonalhavoc]

Can I request The reader Asking Jeremiah for cuddles I really like your Writing

We Have Time 

Jerimaiah x Reader

Reader is gender neutral unless stated otherwise!

[Author’s Note: Thanks for requesting! It’s been a couple of months since I’ve watched a play through of The Hex so this may be a little out of character but I hope you enjoy it!

⚠️Spoilers for the end of The Hex and mentions of Irving’s murder

This can be seen as either platonic or romantic]

     The plan was starting to fall into place. Everyone had been gathered to the Six Pint Inn and with Irving bleeding on the floor there was no more obstacles that could stand in the way of the ritual.

Everyone would be able to escape the confines of the digital world and live a life in the real world. You should have been just as excited as your companions but you couldn’t help but feel scared. You were one of the first few people to find the Six Pint Inn, this place had been your home for so long.

You held the mug of root beer in your hands, swishing the cup around before you took a sip. Would the real world have root beer that tasted this good? It was the perfect amount of fizz and sugar and you could never get enough it. Knowing that this may be your last mug, you savored every drop on your tongue.

In the darkness of the underground floor, someone joins you in the hallway. The floorboards creak underneath them as they sit next to you. “It’s almost time. Are you ready?” 

Jeremiah was a strange one. He’s intelligent but not very great when it comes to socialization. Despite that he had an unwavering loyalty towards Reggie and his goals. You were the first person he brought to the Inn and because of that you had plenty of time to get to know him and form a friendship with him. When you first met him you had mixed feelings about him but he became your best friend, the only person you could open up to.

You shake your head, setting your mug down next to you. “I don’t feel ready. I’m scared to leave this place.” You hug your knees to your chest, lowering your head down slightly. You didn’t have any doubts about Reggie’s promise but you were unsure of what you would do once you were in the real world. For so long the Inn gave you a sense of familiarity and stability. It was the only home you knew. 

Your Groonda friend is a little shorter than you but that doesn’t stop him from putting his hand around your shoulder. Both of you lean into each other and sit there in silence. He smells like a freshly made book, it’s a very specific scent but it’s not a bad one. He’s a lot stronger than he looks and his hold on you feels secure. There was a lot of trust between you two. You let him hold you and he let you hold him. You didn’t need to talk in order to express your feelings. You think that if the both of you had hearts that they would be beating in sync. 

After sitting there for a while you finally speak. “What are you Reg going to do when you’re in the real world?” Jeremiah doesn’t speak at first. He knows that eventually you’re going to learn what Reggie plans to do to Lionel but he doesn’t want to make you more anxious right now. You despise your creator just as much as anyone else in the Inn does but you are a lot more merciful than any of the people here. Yet somehow, you’re just as strong. He doesn’t quite understand how someone so soft could be so unbreakable. 

“Make the inn real.” It wasn’t a lie, that was the plan Reggie had and Jeremiah decided he would follow his lead like always. 

You nod along to his words, leaning against him and the wall. “That would be nice. I think it should be in the mountains or somewhere away from all the technology and cities.” One of your hands traces the fabric lining of his shirt, it’s a subconscious habit you’ve developed. “To be honest I’m not really sure what I want to do when I’m in the real world. There’s so many possibilities that it makes my head spin, I guess that’s why I’m a little afraid. Our whole lives we’ve had to follow a script and now we actually get to do what we want. I’m scared I’ll make the wrong choices.”

Jeremiah doesn’t have the same fear you do but he understands it. He’s scared that something might happen to you in such a big world. He wants you to join him and Reggie in setting up the inn but Reggie told him that it was a choice he couldn’t force you to make. He feels conflicted at the thought of you both going your separate ways.

 He’s not sure if he would stay with Reggie or go with you. After all of this is over, Reggie won’t need him anymore. Jeremiah doesn’t know who he would choose if it came down to it. He would feel guilty no matter what he did. 

“I think I’ll join you and Reg. You’ll need some help building the inn and I could never stop drinking this root beer.” His tense body becomes more relaxed at your declaration. He wonders if you knew about his internal conflict. It wouldn’t surprise him if you did as you have known each other for so long. You often surprised each other at how well you could read one another. 

For now, the Hex Ritual can wait as the both of you sit with each other. 

There’s still time to enjoy each other’s company before everything changes.

[twisted-tales-told]

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4 james n reggie <33

HI!!

This ask game

🏳️‍⚧️trans headcanon:

I headcanon Regulus as trans in a lot of my works, even if it isn’t explicitly stated! It adds a lot of nuance to his character when writing because it complicates his relationship with his family & forces regulus to really think about his identity which I don’t know if

As for James I actually really don’t like headcanoning him as trans because the most complicated part of his character to me is that he is a cis man. He was born with that privilege and he will grow up with it. It’s very heavily in grander in his perspective of the world and sometimes he misses things. Sometimes he has to learn about the imbalances through women’s experiences. Sometimes he fucks up and sometimes he has to be put in his place!

🏳️‍🌈 sexuality headcanon

I love pansexual identifying James and unlabelled Regulus. He already went through this for his gender he can’t do it again.

😇 religious headcanons

I love Hindu James and Athiest Regulus. I just. I really appreciate relationships where religion is discussed and respected. Like Regulus goes to temple with James, he celebrated Diwali, he dresses up, he gets Mehndi done, like this boy found solstice in Effie and Fleamont as a teenager and I truly think he would have found their religious beliefs and culture so comforting even if he doesn’t necessarily believe in gods. (I’m most definitely projecting on how it felt to be partially raised by my best friends family but that’s what fandom is for)

[euphorial-docx]

hey hey, i hope this isn't weird, but after it was mentioned in tsf that reggie was reading le blé en herbe, i looked it up, and because i have an obsession with anything to do with brittany, i got myself a copy. it's not that i was expecting it to be like bad, but i'm halfway through now, and i'm just blown away. it's such an immersive read, i feel as though i could just reach out and touch the characters. i find both phil and vinca absolutely fascinating, phil, especially, with agitation to grow older but fear of conformity (thinking of p and v's argument in ch3 in particular). i also find his misogyny interesting, i'm not entirely sure that i've understood, but he seems to have a high opinion of vinca (also her status as life long friend compared to now romantic partner) but quite a low opinion of women overall, and i find the way that that complicates the way he talks to and of her intriguing. in general the gender dynamics are really interesting, and at first i actually didn't catch on that the novel was initially written in the 20s, because the characters felt so modern, like people i know, and then getting hit with the gender roles and expectations of that time, it really makes one think. anyways this is a bit of a rant, but i wanted to thank you for the (indirect) rec <3

hi! i actually haven’t read that book. i just looked up french novels and tried to find one that i felt had a story that kind of went well with that’s to happen in tsf, and le blé en herbe seemed perfect! i also made sure to look at reviews to see if it was good, and most reviews were positive. i’m glad to have (indirectly) recommended a good book for you! maybe one day i’ll read it myself lmao

[c0ffinrehearsal]

Omg where to start. I have already been punched in the heart over and over with just this first chapter of ywlm. I guess here are just some rambling thoughts?

- that hello kitty boombox. Something that was a symbol of the role you could never fulfill, but also gave you the first thing you could really claim: music. And now claiming it as a tether to your Inner Child, to keep what you choose of Little Sirius and spend some time seeing him and telling him "it's going to be ok see we have our boom box our stuffie our proof we were a child once we existed and that childood happened and now I'm the grown up I'm here and I'm going to take care of you"

-I am ill for the Black brothers and always will be. The "I'm proud of you" is truly the most emotionally poignant thing a younger sibling in a family like that can say to their elder sibling who doesn't quite fit the mold. And the gender validation "big brother" I cry and laugh and celebrate so intensely with Sirius there. And how Sirius wants to protect Reggie but Sirius needs his own protection more than Regulus does. That's a brutal reality for an older sibling: because your younger sibling "fits the mold," they will be more ok than you will be if you don't save yourself. You have to give up the one role you did have: big sibling. Protector.

- the shopping scene omg. I was curious what reading this would feel like, since I am not trans but have major body ish leftover from growing up in the 00's and my god. Wonky sizing, feeling overwhelmed, being able to pick your own clothes instead of your mother doing it and not knowing where to start. I was FEELING Sirius there. It was giving the fitting room in the junior's section of Macy's. And I loved seeing him be brave and pick that skirt because he LIKED it and he could PICTURE himself in it, and start to dream about presenting the way HE wants rather than having to miserably exist in these extreme binaries to try to make things easier for everyone else except himself.

- ok last but not least the queer gaze from James and Remus. I don't know if your James is going to be queer but to me, juxtaposing those two moments side by side is Sirius's introduction to the other side of the mirror, the queer spaces where he will be fully seen and loved for the first time. The fact that just the way they *looked* at Sirius was clocked as Different from how anyone had ever looked at Sirius before, like "he wasn't a problem to solve" (and I'm going to come back to that line), to me that puts all three of them on the queer playing field so to speak. I am wicked pumped for the found family vibes.

-and ok REMUS. Having a boy look at you like that and making you feel like LIKE YOU AREN'T A PROBLEM TO SOLVE is a big fucking deal for an AFAB or femme teen in 2005. I've written about this. A lot. Living under the male gaze is so all-encompassing, it's like the very air you breathe from the moment you're born. And it's not until you're a teen that you realize the implications of it, but in 2005, you have no idea where the exit is. You're just stuck in this maze trying to use whatever tools you have to find some reprieve from having your body always being the first and most important thing that is noticed about you-- like maybe being a "tomboy," or in my case, leaning into purity culture and patriarchal hyper-femininity. I LOVE that Remus is going to be part of that "exit sign" for Sirius- like turn here onto Lupin Avenue for unconditional acceptance and whatever the opposite of objectification is.

Um ok hope this wasn't too much but I've said before I learn so much from your writing so I wanted to share what Things you are making me Think. Can't wait to read more!!!!

okay putting this under a cut bc my response is sooooo long <3

hi hello i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to this - i just haven’t had the time to really sit down and give it the kind of attention it deserves!

the BOOMBOX. one of the first things i pictured when i started writing this was sirius’s boombox. bc Little Sirius needed something to cling onto that he could make his, and that could carry over into their new life. its basically a character in itself lmao i an very attached to The Boombox

sibling dynamics are so important to me. i am the youngest, though, and so when i write about regulus and sirius it’s a flipped situation from mine - i was younger and did not fit in and my sibling was older and Normal. but yes, regulus is very aware that he needs to be a support system for sirius, and all he really needs FROM sirius is for them to be around. they’ll get there. 

a lot of fics (that i love and re-read all the time) explore sirius acting out and like, getting tattoed and stuff once they’re allowed to make their own decisions. in ywlm, sirius is acting against what his parents want, but in the way he can just - let his body exist however he wants to and it does not answer to anyone but them. there are a few other scenes coming up where we get to hang out with sirius while they do a 2000s shopping montage and i love thm.

my james IS queer, yes. everyone is queer to me at this point tbh! a similar thing happens in chapter 2 where like - quuer people just SEE each other, in a way that’s hard to explain to anyone who isn’t. sirius deserves a bizarre little family of misfits and he will get one. i

REMUS oh i LOVE him. he’s so soft in this. also like, it’s weird bc sirius isn’t as aware of that gaze bc he grew up with parents who didn’t really let them out of the house. like they know that it’s bc their parents see him as a girl and treat them differently but he won’t really connect the dots for a minute. so like, for them it’s more of a gender thing. very similar to how it was for me. i’ll go into this a lil more in depth later on, but. anyway REMUS i love the idea of him just being Some Guy and like he’s objectively handsome but sirius doesn’t fall for him bc of that, he falls for remus bc he gets them, exactly as they are. they’re so good for each other i’m :’)

anyway no it’s never too much, thank you so so much for reading my silly little fic. i LOVE talking about it, and i will continue to do so with any and everyone who will let me lol xx 

[clownstillwritesfanfic]

I just opened Tumblr to talk about this so I’m glad this was the first thing I saw. Don’t mind me ranting on your funny post, you just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

When Viktor transitions, Reginald is the same Reginald from Dallas and alsothe same one from season 1. By the time Reginald sees Viktor again in season 3, he’s doped up on pills. He hasn’t transitioned at that moment in their house but once he’s sober he doesn’t interact with Viktor that much.

Plus, he has much more important matters to attend to than to debate someone’s gender identity. He doesn’t care who you are, as long as you’re useful then he’ll acknowledge you.

And then in season 4, that Hargreeves has never met them because the umbrella academy doesn’t exist in that timeline. He’s not the same one from season 1 and 2. He’s a whole different Reginald.

He didn’t know Viktor before the transition so he would have no reason to misgender him. Even if he could tell he’s trans…I don’t actually think he gives a shit.

Reginald is apart of gentleman society. Even if he was abusive to the umbrella academy, he would have no reason to not call them by their name. Season 1 and 2 Reggie couldn’t give a fuck what Viktors name was. He was always Number 7. He only refers to their names in season 3 because he already had the sparrow academy.

Not to mention…he’s an alien. We don’t know much about them (unfortunately) but I would not be surprised if they have multiple genders or just genuinely don’t give a fuck about stuff like that.

Gender is a human construct. Reggie just looks like a male human but we know it’s a skin suit. His wife also shows they they can wear multiple skins overtop of each other and mimic other beings when she kills Gene while masquerading as Muntz and then later Gene himself.

Gender doesn’t matter to these beings. If they can put on a skin suit and change their appearance and gender identity, then why not humans? Even if our way is more complicated and time consuming. It seems to be a normal thing for them so Reggie probably went “ah…alright then…anyway”

I love Reginald consistently calling Viktor “my boy”

Diversity win! Your unbelievably abusive father respects your gender identity