#Reg hates being called Baby Black

[jackcryptid]

What you see when you step into the Slytherin common room.

[padfootastic]

fully believe sirius hated the nickname Siri for a number of reasons starting with ‘it sounds ridiculous’ and ending with ‘Reg used to call him that when they were kids’ and that’s why James always went for Si instead.

except, except no one accounted for tiny bite sized harry james potter wrapping his entire hand around Sirius’ pinky, going ‘Siwi, Siwi, Siwi, pway?’ and stealing his entire heart and soul in one fell swoop.

why was he ever even opposed to it anyway?

[ellecdc]

Hi darling, maybe you have this request already, but I just found it funny that I literally woke up at 2am with thoughts of how did Poly!moonwater and reader got together and typed this on my phone half asleep

Marauders taking over every part of my life now, ngl. Your writing especially, I'm literally in here morning, noon, and night the past weeks just enjoying your fics 🥹

Love you, please take care always 💜

LOL Mimi you are so stinking cute, waking up in a panic because you NEED to know how poly!moonwater came to be 😭😭😭😭 I love you

I can't really think of a one shot of this because I think it would be a slow progression, so I'm going to make it headcanons!

the origins of poly!moonwater x reader headcanons

you're totally right, they would have absolutely met in the library - perhaps tutoring group? Remus was tutoring in DADA (obvs), Reg maybe potions and reader....you can choose?

And I always picture tutoring like, in the library with the textbooks, discussing the concepts (not actual physical practice which would require them to actually duel, cast, mix potions etc)

I do imagine reader x reggie being friends first, though Remus was always friendly with them

I picture Reggie and reader to be same age/year so they would have classes together and such

I think perhaps Remus would notice lingering glances between reggie and reader and would decide to befriend them in an attempt to play match maker for the notoriously stand-offish Black and the very quiet you

Regulus would have at first been VERY confused, startled, and generally concerned when his brother's friend started sitting at his table in the library

I think this would be because he was a) slightly worried something was wrong with Sirius, b) convinced this was a prank, and c) shy because he definitely found the werewolf attractive and really (hated that he) liked how calm and assured the older boy seemed to be

"To what do I owe this....pleasure...Lupin?" He asked cautiously

Remus would have been all smiles at that. "Oh, I assure you that the pleasure is all mine, baby Black."

Regulus hated that

"So...you and L/N, hm?"

Regulus turned a beautiful shade of pink in Remus' opinion

"I assure you I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Hm. So I guess your lingering glances and shy smiles mean nothing?"

"Nope."

"And hers? Do they mean nothing as well?"

That caught Regulus' attention.

"What do you want, Lupin?"

"Is it a crime for me to want my best friends little brother to be happy?"

Regulus scowled. "As you so eloquently pointed out, Lupin, I'm a Black. I don't deserve happiness."

Remus sighed sadly at that. "I disagree. Besides, there's worse things to be, Black. Trust me."

"What, like a Gryffindor?" Regulus muttered what he thought was quietly, but Remus let out a hearty laugh.

"Exactly"

So Remus decided to be a scheming little menace and mediate conversations between you two

"Hello baby Black!" Remus called out joyously one day, dragging you behind him by the crook of your elbow - you looked horrified. "Look who I found!"

Remus bodily sat you down at Regulus' library table and sat in a chair beside you near the exit, almost daring you to try to flee.

"Hello Lupin....hello, L/N." Regulus offered, knowing exactly what Remus was doing, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't at least a little pleased that you (and he) had joined him

You offered a small smile and a quiet hello in return

Remus looked between the two of you with the biggest smile on his face like he was watching two of his 1st year DADA students internalize a lesson they'd been working on for far too long

"How are your tutoring sessions going?" Remus asked, which seemed to spark some conversation and allowed the two of you to relax a little

you shared stories of some of the silly feuds of the first years, mistakes they made, crushes they had on each other - "oh that's good to know! I'm going to make them partner up next week" - and such

"Were we ever that small? they all seem so little" you commented.

"I don't think Lupin was ever that small." Regulus commented unintentionally which horrified him. He vowed to never say another thing to the two of you ever again. But that vow was broken the second he heard the sweet sound of your laugh at his comment, and Remus couldn't help but laugh too - watching you like this version of you was perhaps the most beautiful he'd ever seen you.

"I'll have you know I was average height in first year." Remus defended

"Yeah." you agreed disbelievingly, "average height for a fifth year - what do they feed you in Wales?"

Remus decided he actually really liked hanging out with you and Regulus, never mind his role of matchmaker.

hanging out with the two of you was like finding shelter in the middle of a thunderstorm - you dulled the sound of rain pouring down on him, offering him a safe, warm, dry place to recuperate from the chaos

Regulus was funny in a way that seemed to surprise even Regulus himself - so used to keeping his thoughts to himself. It was refreshing for Remus to see a personality come out so innocently and effortlessly - not performative in the slightest

you were very comfortable to let silence linger - never feeling the need to fill lulls in the conversation that didn't require it

and for being so quiet, Remus was very happy to discover how excited you got about things

"Reg! Remus!" You called (albeit quietly) one day as you came running into the library to show them a copy of some first year's essay on [insert subject you tutor]. "Look! Little Archie got an outstanding on his essay!"

Regulus and Remus were equally as enthusiastic as you (which would have looked very strange to anyone watching from the outside), both far more proud of you than either were of 'little Archie'.

But it was when Regulus noticed you blushing when Remus gave you a 'celebratory' hug that lasted far longer than strictly necessary that an idea of his own was formulated

"You know that Lupin has been trying to play matchmaker with us?" He asked as he approached you at the end of one of your shared classes.

You looked at him oddly.

"Disappointed?" He asked, mistaking your look for disappointment.

You were a little disappointed, albeit not for the reason's Regulus was suggesting

You had always had a little crush on Regulus throughout school, but you found that you really liked Remus too. And you liked spending time with Regulus and Remus - you looked forward to your little 'study/tutoring dates' as you'd taken to calling them. You were equally as excited when sharing a hello with Regulus in the halls as you were Remus, and...well...you kind of perhaps hoped they felt the same way. You were also certain Remus and Regulus felt that way about each other which didn't completely upset you.

"Really? I thought he just loved our company." you deadpanned instead, ignoring the subtle tightness in your chest.

Regulus' face morphed into a devious grin, however. "Oh...but I think he does. And I think you do too." he said, taking a chance and straightening your school tie, gently pulling you slightly closer to him. He swore he could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks as you swallowed thickly.

"What do you want, Black?"

Regulus smirked as he made eye contact with you. "You? Him? Both."

Your pupils dilated as your eyes flit between both of his, chancing a glance down to his lips as he licked them.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Remus was really looking forward to your study date today. He'd been trying to keep track of James all day who was on day four of no ADHD medication, talking Sirius off a cliff (aka, convincing him not to hex Mulciber at every given moment) and his only support through all of this was Peter (which was not very much support at all). He was very much looking forward to the calm oasis the two of you provided him

He was very embarrassed and ashamed when his heart plummeted to see the two of you walking in hand-in-hand, looking particularly infatuated

"What's this?" He said in faux excitement, only having to clear the lump in his throat once.

You smiled shyly while Regulus smiled victoriously.

"Your plan worked, Lupin. We've decided to give this a try." Regulus explained, holding your joined hands up and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

Remus chuckled but it sounded manic even to his own ears.

"Well! Wonderful!" he shouted about 4 octaves higher than usual. "I guess my work here is done." He admitted as he slowly and dishearteningly packed his things.

"Hey, not so fast." You chided softly, placing a gentle hand on his forearm. "What about you?"

"What about me?" He asked quietly, pretending your hand on him wasn't throwing him for a frenzy.

"We'll return the favour." Regulus explained. "Tell us who you like, and we'll make sure you get them."

Remus let out a humourless chuckle. "I don't think that's possible."

"No?" You asked innocently. Too innocently if you asked Remus.

"Come on. Tell us about them." Regulus said as he sat on the table to look down at Remus, body facing him in his chair. "Perhaps she has....beautiful eyes...." He said sultrily, looking pointedly at you. "Or lovely hair...." He added, twisting a lock between his fingers. "Or a smile capable of convincing you of just about anything."

Remus' heart was beating frantically. They were on to him. They saw right through him, surely, but not because they were missing half of it.

"Or..." You carried on. "Maybe he has black curls that fall disturbingly perfect....or grey eyes that make you feel so vulnerable yet build you up.....or has constellations of freckles lining him that you want nothing more than to memorize."

Remus let out a pained groan. He was caught.

"I'm sorry." He admitted into his hands.

"For what, Remus?" Regulus asked quietly, and Remus nearly sobbed. That was the first time he ever referred to him with his given name.

"I didn't mean to." He admitted. fall for both of you he admitted quietly in his mind

"Mean to what, Remus?" you asked, causing him to groan again.

"What do you guys want from me?"

"Just you." You admitted shyly.

He looked at the two of you dumbfounded. You had the grace to look slightly abashed at the request. But though Regulus sat with an air of casualness, Remus could see the slight dusting on his cheeks giving away his nerves.

"You're not serious?" He asked dumbly.

"No, thank goodness. I'd look terrible in red." Regulus joked, surprising a manic bark of laughter from him.

"Both of you want me?" He asked disbelievingly

"Do you want us?" You asked, still shyly but unbelievably brave in your vulnerability

"more than anything..." Remus admitted

Regulus' face morphed into a cocky grin as he stood from the table and walked around it. "Then it's settled." he said plainly as he sat at his place.

"And what exactly is settled?" Remus asked, looking between you as you sat in your place beside him and Regulus as he took out a book.

"You're both mine, and I'm both of yours, and you're each others. We're together, Remus. Do keep up."

Remus knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He accepted this new reality and never looked back.

AN: (I wrote this during my lecture so I apologize for any errors)

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 9

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

A/N : The plot thickens as Sirius runs away from home.

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Through the incessants knocking of the door at midnight, you had managed to be there first. Considering you were already awake, you had been the first to respond to the knocks, though you gripped your wand tight. It was storming outside, rain pelting down on the Potter Manor. Keets, your house elf stood behind you, although she argues to there first, you managed to keep her behind. You pried the door just as the frantic knocking stopped.

Out of all the things you had expected, a drenched Sirius Black wasn't one of them. He looked shabby, thin as if he hadn't eaten all summer. His knuckles were red and pale, clutching a small bag on one. His face had little cuts on them, and there were tears running down his face mixed with the rain water.

"Hello baby potter" he croaked. Another round of thunder cackled, as his body slumped, you screamed for James, lifting Sirius who was on his knees. Keets rushed to call your mom. James came running, running his hands through his tousled hair. Eyes widening at the sight of Sirius, he rushed to take him in his arms, getting his t-shirt soaked.

"Hey, Padfoot" James brushed his wet hair behind, "Be with me alright"

Sirius however kept crying, buried in his bestfriend's shoulder. The footsteps on the stairs, indicated, your parents rushing downstairs.

Sirius finally parted, "I had nowhere else to go, my mother she wanted me to join him".

Your eyes darted to the door, as if waiting for another figure to step in, coming back in disappointment.

James rubbed his back, "Join who, Sirius"

Sirius looked up in misery or fury, you couldn't tell, "Voldemort". Euphemia gasped hearing that name.

Sirius shook his head, "Euphs, I'm sorry for coming at this hour but I can't go back to that house".

Fleamont stepped forward, "Absolutely not, there is no chance you're going back to that house."

Sirius nodded, tears of appreciation flowed down his pale cheeks. Euphemia however looked in concern, "Sirius, dear, are you hurt?".

He however only gave a little grunt, "Nothing that bad", which in all its seriousness probably didn't mean much."

Your mom nodded, "I'll send some potions for you, James, honey take him to your room."

James moved with a "Yes mum". You left soon too, your mind still wandering about Reg, why didn't he come with Sirius, did they not let him, was he hurt or worse, Sirius didn't say anything to indicate his whereabouts.

You asked him that after breakfast, he however scoffed while you felt your heart sank, "I would advise you to stay away from him, he isn't what you think he is"

You weren't to back down soon, "Why would I, I have spent more time with him in the past few years than you did, I know him, Sirius, he isn't bad"

He sighed, "You're blinded by your itty bitty crush, he is just like them, he didn't even" He choked, "He didn't even seem to have an idea of what he's getting himself into, he's just mommy's little boy who will do whatever she tells him to"

"Do you really think of him like that because I know for a fact that he hates living there as much as you do, you think he likes to be there, that he enjoys being in her presence" you snapped.

He shook his head, glowering "Really, he wasn't the one who got punished for being in a different house, he wasn't the one his mother hates for simply fucking existing"

You took a deep breath, "You're right Sirius, you are, doesn't means he's that better off is it, you both live in the same house, and not to mention he loves you Sirius, he does, he won't say it, you won't say it but he is your brot-"

"Stop it, stop defending him, are you listening to yourself, he is fiooling you, he has turned to their side, no matter what you or I feel, he is gone to them".

Maybe the truth wasn't that Sirius never wanted to talk to Regulus, maybe it was that everytime he wanted to his brain shut him off. To admit he felt sympathy from his brother would have him accept Reg's pain along with his own, and he didn't feel brave enough to do so.

Summer went quietly, not a letter from Reg. You and Sirius eventually became civil with each other, hanging out all together. Soon, he became an unofficial Potter, heck he accidentaly called Euphemia mom once and now he had stuck with it.

The ride to Hogwarts express was filled with apprehension, you were sitting next to Amelia. You were hearing her talk about her Summer ignoring the sting you felt realising Regulus was now plainly ignoring you.

You knew there had to be something but you decided to wait until you could find him alone, which was near impossible. He wasn't to be seen in astronomy tower either. You waited and waited, until you snapped, dragging him away from Rosier and shoving him into an emoty classroom. Locking the door behind, you pointed the wand at his neck, "Any last words, Black?"

"Last words huh, you''re gonna kill me Potter, you can't even seem to stay away from me" he leaned over you.

"I bet ghost Regulus would be nicer, you have been avoiding me like a plague, some friend you are" You stared back at him with ferocity and an unrecognised softness.

"Then go, what are you waiting for?" he said, not looking at you.

"Is that it, Reg, Is that all you have to say, all you can say, have I not listened patiently to whatever troubles you" your voice went soft with each syllable.

"What do you want me to tell you, you know what happened, he left to your house, not a letter, not a note, in the dead of night, he just left, I didn't even know where until much letter"

His fingers fumbled with his robes.

You took his hand, "You can come too, Reg. Run away from there, come with me"

He hesitated, "I can't, It's too late for me anyways"

Your eyebrows furrowed, "What do you mean too late Reg?"

Regulus didn't look at you, "You should leave while it's still time, you can still save yourself"

You scoffed, "I don't need anyone to save from me, not from you. Do you know how many times I'v been told to leave you and I told off every time, and now you are doing the same".

He slumped against the wall, his hand still clutched in yours, "Maybe they were right?"

"Right about what, Reg right about what, can you be fucking clear" the words burnt in your throat. Frustration clawing its way in.

His eyes were filled with pain, as he looked at you in desperation, alternating his choice between telling you to leave him alone or to stay forever. He decided in the end, to let you decide, for he couldn't find a way out of his misery. And he had known you more than he had known himself.

He slided the cloak covering his arm, hearing you gasp gave him the confirmation that you had seen it, the mark. The hollow eyes of the skull that bore onto him every single time he saw it, haunting him.

Your fingers brushed over it, testing that it wasn't a mere part of your hallucination. That it was really there. You flinched as if it had burned and he suspected it may have, charred something. You took a shuddering breath, you had thought of many possibilities but this, this was different from all of them. The horror of reality outweighed your imagination.

You looked at him to find him already looking at you, his expression grim, his eyes distressed, pained. "Did you agree to this?".

One question that you beleived was the most crucial one now.

"Not directly, no, The night after Sirius was gone, I had nowhere to run, I couldn't leave, I had no magic, I was surrounded by them, so many of them" He choked, a lone tear escaped his eyes. You gently brushed it away, he dropped his hands onto your cheek. "I couldn't tell them no, he was there, he said it was an honour that I was his youngest soldier but I felt anything but so. I felt vile and it wouldn't go away" He glared at the mark, sniffling. Rubbing it harshly while more tears fell.

You held both his hands, stopping him. You slowly snaked your arms around his waist, pulling hin gently towards you. His body remained tense, until he too wrapped his hands around you, head dropping into the crook of your neck. He tightened his grip, engulfing you in him. His body was shaking. You gently rubbed circles in his back.

"It's okay, Reg, everything will be fine." He just clutched you tighter until he couldn't feel his hands or his feelings. Was it bad that you personally wanted to murder his parents?

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[noblehouseofgay]

any trans pregnant Reg headcanons? 🧐

I meeeaaann

I definitely think he has like, complicated feelings on both marriage and kids for a fuck ton of reasons. One being, growing up afab in the house of Black meant those were the only things he was good for. So I think he was pretty opposed to them......until James that is

Once he had been with james for a few years, he realized marriage might actually be nice if it's james

Pregnancy tho, I don't think he changed his mind much on thay. He definitely had a lot of hurdles to jump on the being a parent thing, he was terrified of the idea, scared he'd end up like his parents

I think if it's Harry and it's shared parenting between jegulus and lily and her partner, then it took him time to adjust. He never even let himself consider being Harry's parent until Harry himself called him that. Then ofc he cried for like 2 hours

That kind of made him think about yk, what if they ever wanted another

On one hand, I project onto him bc I've always hated the idea of pregnancy. Even without the trans aspect I've hated it, it's gross and painful and not worth it in my eyes and I think he would be similar. Plus yk dysphoria obviously

On the other hand, I'm not against the idea of him being pregnant. I think it could be sweet for him and james to have thay conversation. I think regulus would bring it up awkwardly lile randomly going "...if you ever wanted another one...yk...a baby.....I'd be ok with it" and james would assume he meant adoption and ofc james is happy bc he loves kids. And regulus is like "no..one that's yk...made from us...a little bit of us both."

Ykw? I might write this. Which is shocking bc in the beginning of this I didn't care much for it, and now im like "hm- yk maybe-"

Anways that was a lot of words

[notapradagurl7]

Not A Hero.

Black Fem! Reader x A Train.

Summary: A Train arrives back home to you after a rough night of being a “hero” and came to you in your room for whatever he needed to do or hear from you.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @sageispunk @siqueth @harmshake @soft-persephone

Warnings: PWP, profanity, mention of Homelander, mention of death, imposter syndrome, reassure, mention of violence, cum play, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, consensual for both parties, unprotected sex(wrap it up)

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Reggie approached the front door with his eyes on the window, seeing you on the couch watching television. He exhaled a breath of relief and looked back through the neighborhood to see if anyone watched him.

Did he deserve you? You were kind and reliable, yet didn’t take shit from anyone.

Using his key, he unlocked the door and nudged it open. Meeting your gaze, “Hey Reg, how was your day?” you asked in a warm tone.

There you were, sitting pretty on the couch watching an episode of Law and Order. He closed the door behind him, locking it quickly.

“It was fine, some old shit..” he said with a dull tone, quickly walking into the bedroom. Lifting your chin to peck your lips.

Changing into his pajamas and threw his superhero suit in the trashcan. Reggie walked back into the living room with you, sitting beside you, giving a warm smile.

You've noticed that he changed, well at least that is what you hoped for briefly. A search for redemption, a change. Something from you.

Reggie has been through a lot, trying to make amends with his brother, literally killing Blue Hawk only to keep the piece of shit’s heart after he had a heart attack. He didn't feel like a hero.

Homelander was weird too, but he’s always been that way. You hated that guy.

He went by his hero name but only you get to call him Reggie.

You turned off the TV, giving Reggie your full attention. "Reggie, talk to me. What's really going on? You can't keep carrying this burden alone," you said softly, placing a hand on his cheek.

Reggie sighed, his eyes meeting yours. "I don't know, Y/N. Sometimes I feel like I'm just not cut out for this hero shit. Like I'm not a hero at all," he admitted, his voice filled with self-doubt.

You cupped his face gently, looking into his eyes with unwavering support. "Reggie, listen to me. You may not feel like a hero, but to me, you are. You have a good heart, and you're trying to do the right thing. That's more than most can say," you reassured him.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully, leaning in to kiss you deeply.

But still, the feeling lingered in the depths of his mind. He felt everything was safe with you, he could be himself and not A Train.

The kiss quickly deepened, passion and need fueling the moment. Reggie's hands found their way to your body, exploring every inch as if trying to memorize you.

You moaned softly, he peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone. the intensity of the moment sending a rush of desire through you. "Reggie, please," you whispered, your hands tugging at his pajama top.

He didn't need any more encouragement, quickly stripping you both of clothing until you were both bare and exposed to each other. His thick dick rested on his thigh and grabbed it with his hand.

“Come here baby..” you sang playfully, your finger motioning him to come closer.

Pushing his dick between your wet folds, you gasped softly and your head fell on the pillow. Feeling every inch of him inside of him, “Reg..fuck, you're so big..”

He picked you up by your thighs, with your knees resting on the couch. His hands rested on your waist. “And you're so fucking wet already..” he moaned, bouncing up and down on his length.

Reggie's touch was reverent, his fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked, moaning a bit, Everything was normal with you, better with you. Your wetness trickled down on below, to creating a small pool on the couch. His mouth found yours again, kissing you with a hunger that matched your own.

As the night unfolded, the doubts and insecurities faded away, “Y-you..fuck..have me..” you moaned again, your nails left welts on his shoulders. He didn't have to be someone else, your mouth parted widely, words were caught in your throat. You couldn't speak, replaced by passion and pleasure, He was just Reggie, the man you loved.

Your climax arrived, your essence gushed all over his dick and he gazed upon your face twisted up in pleasure, he kissed your lips after pulling out of you.

He carried you into the bathroom, gently seated you on the closed toilet lid.

He turned on the shower to wash away the evidence of your lovemaking. The two of you stepped inside, cleaning yourself. The warm water cascaded over both of you, cleansing not just your bodies but your souls as well.

Reggie held you close under the water, his arms wrapped around you protectively. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.

"I love you too, Reggie," you assured him, running your fingers on his shoulders.

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[seriousbrat]

ok it's Kreacher Hours apparently.

So my idea of Walburga and Orion is that they were jobless parasites socialites who were basically haemorrhaging the family money while attending dinners and fancy parties and trying to pretend they were still as wealthy as ever. Personally I see Orion as kind of absent, always out "on business" (arguing with goblins at gringotts, smoking cigars with other self-important losers, possibly gambling, possibly having affairs) whereas Walburga was the more present of the two, hence Kreacher being more attached to her than Orion.

But I think for Regulus, Kreacher was probably the most stable figure he had in his life. His best friend. Imo Sirius was the golden child up until he was sorted into Gryffindor, and Regulus was somewhat neglected in comparison; so while Walburga steered Sirius around proudly to show him off at dinner parties and focused on his refinement etc, Kreacher was kind of given the role of nanny to Regulus. It's so cute to think about him as playmate/companion/confidante to baby Reg, playing make-believe or gobstones or chess, making him porridge :(

And for that reason I think Kreacher was the one who truly saw and understood Regulus. While I think Walburga did love her sons she was too obsessed with the Black legacy to ever let them be who they were and not what she wanted; when Sirius talks about Reg it's extremely disparaging and he specifically calls him stupid, which Reg clearly wasn't, given that he figured out the horcrux. Meaning Sirius really didn't know him that well. So it was Kreacher alone who saw how clever and diligent and hardworking Regulus really was, and Kreacher who had this fierce pride in watching him grow up...

I always get the feeling Walburga had to suddenly switch her focus to Regulus when Sirius dipped and was always lowkey resentful about what she'd lost-- Reg is described as smaller, uglier (lol) than Sirius, his room is smaller, Sirius himself describes him as dim which implies his intelligence wasn't as obvious as Sirius's was. Sirius was probably that child that is an absolute delight at parties, wittier and more charming than he has any right to be at that age, while Regulus just kind of disappeared into the background. Not to Kreacher though! They were both in the background. I can see child-Sirius being kind of haughty towards Kreacher as he was probably taught to be, then as he grew up and diverged from his family outright hateful, as Kreacher would obviously side with Walburga.

Meanwhile there was Regulus! Quiet, well-mannered, studious, on the quidditch team, perfect penmanship, doing everything to live up to his parents expectations, doing everything that nasty brat Sirius failed to do. And I imagine Kreacher's wrinkled little heart just burst with fondness and pride whenever he looked at him. :')

[quillkiller]

Can u yap about sirius jr..❤️

sirius jr is the beautiful lovechild of bellatrix and regulus black, and regulus carried him.. 🤍

he’s not actually called sirius jr, just sirius. it’s a good strong name for an heir, and the first sirius is dead to them anyway, so why not name their first born: sirius. <- nevermind that regulus was probably in love with his brother and thah sirius was bellatrix’s favorite cousin. it’s fine! it has nothing to do with him ..

he’s born during the first war, regulus getting pregnant almost immediately after the wedding. me and kara said that he starts having doubts about voldemort (and we all know what happens in canon… ����…) so bellatrix baby traps him instead. regulus always wanted children, so she tells him she’s ready, and to get the potion ready (we imagine there’s an mpreg potion🤍) so he’s busy with that instead of doubting, and then he’s busy for the rest of his life because he’s a father-mother and stay at home-wife.

sirius jr is one year older than harry, and he also goes to hogwarts, and is sorted into slytherin. he doesn’t know anything about his uncle or that he ever existed. if harry can get to his third year without anyone telling him about sirius black, being his godfather and all, we’re pretty sure we can avoid any spoilery drama between harry and sirius jr too until prisoner of azkaban. like why would harry care about sirius jr….

sirius sr has been in azkaban for 12 years, so people don’t talk about him anymore, he’s old news. but then he breaks out of azkaban….. and all hell breaks loose. SIRIUS BLACK HAS ESCAPED !!! <- it’s all over the daily prophet and everyones talking about it. and it’s not like sirius jr can escape this….. he’s a black.. and named sirius… <- rough year for my guy

anyway, i imagine his upbringing as rather difficult. adjacent to how sirius sr and regulus were brought up, and i think regulus’ parenting style is a lesser version of his mothers. i don’t think he has the heart to be physically abusive, but he’s emotionally abusive. love-bombing and punishing are his vices. and keeping sirius jr away from bellatrix as much as possible because he’s jealous of bellatrix potentially loving anyone else. so yeah…… he doesn’t want bella to love their child kinda….. and reg can only love their son as long as bella doesn’t/is indifferent <3 + also kreacher is like. the one to raise sirius jr mostly

so sirius sr takes after an uncle he never knew he had, rebelliuos and mischievous, pulling pranks, being a trouble maker, cool and popular. i mean he is the heir of house black after all….. ofc his peers worship the ground he walks on.. but sirius jr is unhappy and miserable and hates going home over the holidays and feels alone and isolated…. :(

SIRIUS BREAKS OUT !!! I HAVE AN UNCLE ???

the cycle repeats itself, sirius (jr) runs away and is disowned, and sirius (sr) takes him in during the lie low at lupin’s era and they raise him together. <- that’s when he becomes sirius jr, or just junior….

also. imagine harry with an older brother figure in his life………. give that boy as much family as he can get !!!!!!

[addisonstars]

"the many masks of regulus black"

written for day 25 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "mask"

608 words!

James came into the house and he knew something was wrong. Nothing was different about the house or anything; the lights were still on, a candle burning like normal, and he even saw soup stewing on the stove. That’s a little unsafe, thought James, but he didn’t think twice about it. So no, nothing was really wrong, but his…call it his spidey sense, told him something was wrong. 

He kicked off his shoes, checked the pot on the stove to make sure it wasn't going to burn down the house and headed into his bedroom, disrobing as he went. James, walking into the bedroom, noticed then what was wrong. 

It was Regulus, he was curled in a lump on the bed with the lights off, blinds shut and everything in the room just off. James stilled in the doorway wondering how to approach the situation. He could turn away and leave Regulus to stew in his feelings. Or if he should go over and comfort him and snuggle up with. 

The answer seemed obvious, as ninety-nine percent of the time James knew what Reg needed, but that one percent was constantly looming over James. Had they been married for a little over two years now and had they known each other for over a decade? Yes. But they were learning new things about each other every day. 

James went over to Reg and gently rubbed his back, waking him from his slumber. Regulus rolled over and groaned, stretching his arms out rubbing his eyes. He must have been asleep for a little bit. 

“Hey love,” James whispered softly, so as not to disturb Regulus. 

Regulus blinked, trying to find James in the dark of the room. “James.” 

“Yeah baby, I’m home.” 

“Mmm,” he rolled back over to the wall, back once again facing James. He sounded happy to see James, but it looked like he didn't want to be with James. James knew then that Regulus was in some sort of funk today. 

It happens to everyone, and definitely happens to Regulus. Not because of anything specific, but he knew that Walburga and Orion had an effect on his depression. And on days like these, Regulus gets into a funk, and James tends to be one of the only people who can pull him out. Sirius as well. 

James undressed and climbed into bed with Regulus. Regulus scooted even closer to the wall, avoiding James even more. 

“Reggie,” James started. He didn't want to be imposing on Regulus, but someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water. 

“I’m fine babe, just tired.” He was breathing steadily which was good, a nice reassurance to James. “Hey, can you go check the soup, I forgot I had it-”

“Reg.” James said a bit more sternly. He hated being like this, but he knew that Regulus was close to the deep end. “Drop the mask, don’t lie to me.” 

Regulus rolled over and he buried his face into James' shoulder, taking slow breaths. “I am tired though.” 

“And?” James prompted. 

His voice sounded a bit muffled shoved into James' shirt. “I’ll tell you in a bit. Ok?” James frowned. It’s not what he wanted to hear, but he guesses that it’s better than radio silence. “I promise I’m not lying, I will tell you, but I just���need, I dunno-” he paused, “you? Quiet? A little bit more time to think about what’s inside my head?” He said softly, timidly.

James frown turned upside down. “Ok, Reggie dear, I’ll be here.” He kisses Regulus’ forehead and once he heard his heartbeat slow down, James shut his eyes too. 

...am i proud of myself for this line: "someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water" yes, yes, i am :,,)

-a.s.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Barty Crouch Jr Headcanons because it is his birthday according to my AU today!

Lots of daddy issues. He hates his father and it is mutual because all his father feels for him is disappointment.

His mother is either too busy to notice him but at least when she does, she shows him love. Mainly treats him like a baby.

Grew up practically by himself and alone.

Knows his parents don't care about him. They only maintain their marriage and their son for public image.

Hates the name Bartemius and when someone calls him that he gets in rage.

Does stupid things all the time to get his parents attention. He is very reckless similar to Sirius but what got him into Slytherin was his bigger ambition.

He wishes to be better than his parents and be as much of a disgrace to his father as possible.

Loner at first. His only friend was Regulus. Kind of hates everyone else. Hates their superiority and superficiality of his classmates.

Barty and Regulus were practically invisible. Everyone knew who they were because of their families but nobody cared about them.

They were happy being invisible.

Became punk and emo at the age of fourteen. Has a lot of piercings across his face. Wears black eyeliner.

He always has his nails black.

Bartemius Senior was ashamed that his son was "not masculine enough". So he was constantly throwing away his clothes and piercings and replacing them with "decent clothes".

Barty cut them off and styled them punkly.

He is weird most of the time for the rest of kids. Everyone at Hogwarts knows them as "The Weirdo Crouch". But he loves being different.

Regulus is his favorite person in the whole world. Reg started being the only person that actually cared for him. Then Barty slowly developed a crush on Reg.

It was just the two of them against the world.

Very gay. At first he invented crushes on girls only because he didn't want Regulus to judge him. But eventually he didn't care about being obvious about his crush on him and that he wasn't interested in girls.

Barty was pining for Regulus all the time. Regulus was very oblivious though.

It was funny because everyone else called them boyfriends anyway.

Barty's favorite color is turquoise

He wants to be a film maker in the future and it is always filming stuff around.

Is smoking weed all the time.

Had his hair honey brown and green eyes as well as his father's which made him look adorable as a kid. But dyed his hair black with rays of platinum at some point. Loves to change colors all the time. He wants to look very different to what his father is.

Fan of Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance.

Was very jealous of Regulus and Pandora's friendship at first and he didn't like her. But eventually he learns to like her.

[jaylienpotter]

I'll be offline for the next few days. Spending the weekend out to celebrate New Years! 🎉

So here's the Marauders holidays headcanons requested by Anon on my tree! Before it's January lol.

James

He LOOOOVES the holidays. So much. Christmas is probably his favourite day of the year. Along with his birthday. Family - and friends, since the Potters kidnap take in all the unfortunate kids - gathering together? Celebrating together? Giving gifts? James is in heaven.

He wouldn't shut up when he found out about Santa's reindeer, either, calling himself Rudolph's distant cousin.

Although he likes receiving gifts, he lives for giving them. And he's amazing at choosing too, you'll always get something big yet meaningful. He'd propose to play secret santa every year but he prefers giving all his friends something instead.

His favourite season is summer and he hates cold, but snow? Snow is an exception. It doesn't matter how old he is, if he sees snow, he will point to it and jump excitedly before running outside (and probably catch a cold).

Sirius

He used to dislike Christmas, or at least not care for it. It was nothing but a facade of pureblood gatherings and fake smiles, behaving like the heir of a family he hated. And there was nearly always some family drama (that part Sirius enjoyed). Him and Reg used to place bets on who would be the first family member to start a fight. It was often Sirius.

When he moved to the Potters, Christmas became a family holiday. A family that wasn't his blood but loved him much more. A family that chose to have him be a part of theirs, even if he wasn't perfect. Even if he was unstable. He didn't dread the holidays anymore.

He isn't as excited as James, but it's close. He loves cooking cookies with Effie, he wasn't allowed to cook in the Black Mannor, as it was seen as a low class activity. Secretly, his favourite part now is receiving gifts. See how others thought of him. Loved him. Especially his new family.

Remus

He enjoys the quiet holidays, not a fan of the parties and loudness. Malls are avoided. People are avoided. He'd much rather sit in an armchair by the fire, curled up with a book. Sip tea. Drink hot chocolate. Listen to the rain. It's calm, peaceful. He never had big Christmas celebrations, it's always been just him and his parents - helping his mom in the kitchen, getting a few humble gifts and watching a movie together if they were lucky. It was perfect.

And of course, the amount of chocolates! When people don't know what give you for Christmas, what to they usually go for? Chocolate. And there's so many different available types during this time! Yep, Lupin enjoyed this festive season.

Except the fact that everything became Christmas-themed. All the songs that play anywhere. Any type of decoration. Fake plastic trees everywhere. But oh well.

Once he hit Sirius in the head with a book because he called his - NORMAL, non-christmas sweater - an "ugly sweater".

Peter

He really likes Christmas, not obsessively like Prongs buuuut he's one of those people that start decorating their house on the November 1st, right after Halloween. His home always has a big tree, fully decorated. Every room smells of baked goods. He decorates gingerbread houses, bakes traditional cakes, makes sugar cookies... It's fun, it's calming, it's delicious!

Poor Pete always gets sick around this time of the year, sensitive to the change of temperature. He will complain about it. Sometimes he's not even sick, but he enjoys being babied and taken care of.

If there's snow, he'll for sure make snow angels and try to make a snowman with his friends, enchanting it afterwards to give it life for a few hours or days until it inevitably melts. And if his friends start a snowball fight... he hides behind a wall of snow or a tree and shoots blindly. He never won the game.

[cressthebest]

Tender Curiosities, Baby! thoughts pt. 4

chapter 5:

1. awww rosekiller are about to do their gay little outside the plane moment <333

2. the way barty thinks that james and reg are about to fuck behind the divider in the plane 😭😭😭 no babes they’re sobbing

3. 😳 i forgot they were absolutely unhinged for a moment and WOULD murder the mole despite james and reg’s wishes

4. awww we get to see reg being all soft about the house in brazil <333

5. WAIT NO STARTED SOBBING CAUSE I JUST REMEMBERED REG NEVER GETS TO BE THE ONE TO SHOW JAMES THE HOUSE IN BRAZIL

6. oh my god barty is being jealous of evan calling james pretty boy. maybe i like a little jealousy in fics, sue me.

7. god i fucking hate lucius. just felt like it needed to be said

8. oh shit, they’re gonna blame reg’s death on themselves because instead of finding out more about tom riddle, they’re celebrating an engagement and having a little fun

9. fuck i know i’ve already read the copenhagen swap and know what happens, but i’m not ready

10. thank fucking GOD evan finally got to murder lucius

11. 😳😳 oh my god. now, kink shame me if you must, for the horrible timing of this, but god, i bet sirius looked so hot. like picture long curly black hair loose and over his shoulder and his eyes are mad with rage as his hands and arms are splattered with blood as he’s trying to puncture tom riddle’s throat with his bare hands.

12. this chapter is making me cry again, jesus fuck

13. sitting in the blistering hot shower, completely clothed while drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey- the author is correct. that IS the way that barty would mourn

14. “Regulus would answer. He’d pick up. He always picks up when Evan calls. Always.

The phone rings and rings.

And rings.”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN REGULUS DIDNT PICK UP THIS TIME??? OF COURSE HE ANSWERED THE PHONE!! HES NOT DEAD!! HE CANT BE DEAD!

15. “Barty gets violently ill the next day and Evan sleeps for 36 hours straight.” um. hello. that’s a coma babes. evan went into a coma. holy shit

16. 😳😳 barty just broke down and yelled at peter so bad, that i’m actually scared

17. hmmmm barty has a list of rituals now to help with the pain. the showering. the tea making. that’s an odd way of grief and it mimics my own, in terms of rituals. i’m curious about this.

18. oh god, not barty finding comfort in being around sirius because sirius says and does things that remind him of reg. that’s. wow.

19. “Love had always been a violent thing for people like Barty and Evan. It was hardly ever tender or soft.” oh god, it’s no longer tender curiosities. that. that title is powerful, holy shit

20. oh god crying again. james just ndjdjsjdksks james jsut offered to do everytbjng that regulus did for evan and barty. like bailing them out of jail and all that. i— i’m not okay

21. oh my fucking god they left. this is so sad. how can this be jsut as sad as the first time i read ahb. this is ridiculous. i’m not okay

[dahliasxoxo]

Hi I’m from the ask asking if requests are open. Do you think you could do a fic where NSB finds out their girl is insecure? Whether it be she doesn’t like her looks or is insecure about the relationship, whatever you want! Thank you so much!

NSB finding their gf insecurities - part 1

pairings- bf nsb x gf reader -

members- Oliver and Regie

genre- fluff

warning- reader talks about about themselves,( weight, looks ,ect)

Oliver (Weight)

One of your biggest insecurities have always been your weight. You weren't what they would call "super model" skinny figure but you weren't also on the plus size scale. 

But whenever you looked in the mirror you just hated how you looked and never understood how Oliver could ever fall for you. But you could never tell him how you feel or anyone for that matter because who can understand. You were getting ready for a NSB concert the boys were having. 

It felt like an eternity of getting in and out of outfits  trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. It was a special night for the boy especially Oliver and you wanted to look your best. As you were in the process of changing into a few outfit Oliver came into the room.

"Hey pretty girl." he said walking up to you and hugging you from behind and with not even realizing it be grab you stomach which made you jump and stepped away quickly from his grasp.

"Babe? Are you okay, what happened?" Oliver asked while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead. You looked up at him and sighed 

"Nothing its stupid." you chuckled and making your away to the closet. 

he stopped you and lifted your chin you look up at him. "Babe nothing is stupid when it comes to you. Come on love you can tell me anything."

You stayed quiet for a minute and then spoke. "It's just that I hate how I look, I hate my weight, and hate who I'm." You let a few sobs come out. 

And Oliver pulled you into a hug right away. "Baby why would you never tell me. I hate you feel this away. Because for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so involve with you and will tell you everyday how beautiful and gorgeous you are." 

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Regie (Acne)

What could be worst than your worst habit also happens to be your biggest insecurity. Your acne. There you are stitch in front of the mirror picking on the black heads and popping every single pimple and zit that came into view.

The worst break out couldn't have happen on the worst possible day. It was you one year anniversary with Regie. There was no way you could leave the house looking like this. What will people think, all those stares and laughs. No there was no way. You couldn't even try to apply make up learned the lesson from last time you cried.

As small whimpers started they turned into loud sobs. That you didn't even hear the door open, it being Regie holding a bouquet of sunflowers and roses two of your most favorite flowers. But once he saw the state you were in he dropped the flowers and crouched down to hug you.

"Baby what's the matter?  Why are you crying?" he asked while kissing the top of your head 

"I hate the acne in my face. I look so ugly and horrible I don't and can't go out like this. My face is red and puffy! I just can't." I sob. He pulled me into his chest and rubbed my head. "

Baby girl, I won't tell you to not cry and not feel the way you are because we all have our insecurities but what I will do is tell you that you are so fuckn beautiful. I love you so much please remember that." he pulled you into kiss

 "And if you really don't feel like going out how about I postmates something while me watch some Netflix or build that lego set I bought you last week." he said 

You smiled for the first time since we got there and tackled him into a hug and gave him a big kiss. "Thank you Reg and happy one year my love"

[questforgalas]

March on the Temple pt 2.

Summary: While reflecting on memories of the 501st, Echo receives some disturbing news

Word Count: 4.6K

On AO3

Notes: WOOOO BABY DID THIS ONE GET AWAY FROM ME. This made me cry while writing it multiple times, so strap in for a lot of fond brotherly feels as well as post order 66 angst. Echo needs 8000 hugs, and Hunter is a good brother. Italics indicate flashbacks, all from Echo's POV. This chapter is all Echo's POV. I'm wicked proud of this one and feeling more comfortable in my writing, so I hope you all enjoy too!

Warnings: we be angsty babes. angst with a happy ending, post order 66, fond memories of the 501st, Rex is dogpiled by younglings, Ahsoka, Kix, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Appo, and Denal all make appearances, Hunter is there for his big brother

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

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“Echo, what does the reg manual say about loth wolves?”

Letting loose his sixth exasperated sigh since this conversation started, Echo closed his eyes with the false hope that he could block out Fives’ increasingly worrying questions.

“No animals of any kind are allowed in the barracks, Fives. Not tookas. Not loth wolves. Not eeopie. And definitely not rancor, before you even ask.”

“But hear me out,” Hardcase starts. “What if we get the general to ‘sign off’ on them? You know he barely looks at the reports before he signs them, always racing off once we land on Coruscant. No way he’d notice a petition for permission to bring a tooka on board.”

“Rex would love a tooka. He just doesn’t know it yet,” Jesse added.

The thing about the 501st, especially Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse, is that their boredom-induced plans were usually harmless. Echo could say that with 87% certainty. But that other 13% … well, the idea of bringing on a “mascot of the 501st” was being discussed longer than Echo was comfortable with.

“Fives, we’ve only been in hyperspace for a rotation. It’s too soon for you to give Rex a headache.”

“Oh come on Echo. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t ….”

The other thing about the 501st is that no matter how many times they made Echo groan, they made him smile twice as often. 

Staring into the bright jungle of Saleucami, Echo found his mind wandering to his brothers and thinking of the trouble they would get into here. Hardcase alone would run Kix out of bandages no doubt thanks to the brightly colored fauna. Echo loosed a sigh and leaned his head back against the side of Su and Cut’s house. Since they fled Kamino, he’s caught himself thinking of his old squad more often than usual.Maybe it was the memories of familiarity while now in a galaxy of uncertainty that brought him comfort. Or maybe because any memories of his newest squad involved one missing member, and the betrayal Echo felt ran deeper than he wanted to acknowledge at the moment.

Fighting hard to not let his mind conjure up images of clones shooting at a Jedi padawan or, worse, a black chamber with the sounds of machines beeping out of sight, Echo reached for memories painted blue.

“Do you think they’ll let us eat in their mess hall? I heard the temple food is some of the best on Coruscant,” Kix hadn’t stopped rambling since they got the orders to meet Commander Tano at the Jedi Temple. Echo didn’t blame him. It wasn’t often non-command clones were summoned to the temple, and even though Fives and Echo walked the halls a few times before, this was Kix’s first visit. So, his energy was nothing but amusing to the other two.

“Is it even called a mess hall here? That doesn’t sound very Jedi. It’s probably called something like ‘The Nourishing Hall’ or ‘Meals of Enlightenment’,” Fives joked. “Yeah, that sounds right. ‘The Nourishing Hall – double your midi-chlorians with every meal’,” he emphasized the title with a streak of his hand through the air like he was displaying a holoboard.

“Sorry Fives, no midi-chlorian doubling meals here. And hate to break it to ya, but it’s just the cafeteria.” Commander Tano’s voice sounding next to them made all three troopers jump at the same time. They looked to their left to find the young Togruta chuckling to herself, clearly amused with her stealthy stunt. Echo whipped his head around wondering where in the Maker she came from. “Jedi stealth must be a nice trick to have,” he muttered to himself.

Once they made it to the top of the stairs, the three troopers stopped to face Ahsoka, awaiting an explanation as to why they were here, but first, she waved over a blue skinned Twi’lek waiting by the entrance. The Jedi, or Echo assumed they were a Jedi, had kind eyes and an even kinder smile – not uncommon amongst the force wielders.

“Echo and Fives, you’ll follow me as I bring you to the briefing room. But first, Kix, I’d like you to meet Jedi Master Vokara Che. She’s the head healer here at the temple,” Ahsoka explained.

Echo looked over and used every moment of his ARC training to refrain from bursting out laughing once he saw the look on Kix’s face. The 501st medic stood there with eyes wide and mouth agape, processing the presence coming toward them. Echo wasn’t familiar with the Jedi Master, but based on Kix’s reaction, he certainly was.

“Hello medic Kix. I’ve heard about the remarkable work you do on the field for your battalion, and, if you’ll allow, I’d like for you to spend time in the healing halls here over the next few rotations. I think we can learn a great deal from each other,” Jedi Master Che spoke with a sing-song voice.

Hands clasped together, the Jedi healer stood patiently as she waited to hear Kix’s response, which, to everyone’s amusement, never came as he was stuck with the same wide eyes and open mouth that formed when the healer joined them. Master Che’s smile quirked up at the corners in amusement. Not able to let their brother make a fool of himself any longer, Fives softly punched Kix’s shoulder to jolt him out of his stupor.

“Don’t mind him, ma’am. We’re still adjusting back to Coruscant time from our most recent mission, but I can speak for Kix when I say he’d be honored to learn from you,” Echo supplied for the medic.

With a bashful smile, Kix finally spoke up, “Echo’s right. It would be an honor, ma’am. Please, show me the way.”

As he was walking away, Kix gave one quick glance back at Echo and Fives with a face that only said “Can you kriffing believe this?” Echo and Fives finally let loose their amused chuckles, and with two casual salutes, the ARCs bid their brother farewell and turned to their Jedi.

“So, Commander, what do the generals have for us this time?” Fives asked.

“Rex hand picked you two for this one. It’s as big as it gets boys. You’re breaking into the Citadel,” Ahsoka informed them with a gleam in her eyes.

Echo jolted off the side of the house, breath coming in pants, needing to put his head in his hand. That was one of his favorite memories, but Echo forgot what it led up to. The gleam in Ahsoka’s eyes. Echo’s excited gasp. Fives confident smirk. Maker, if only they knew what 12 hours later was going to bring them. Was going to bring him.

Recalling the breathing exercises Tech taught him, Echo focused on bringing his heartbeat down and making the ringing in his ears stop. As he gradually recovered, he heard the footsteps of someone approaching from around the house. Based on the soft footfall, Echo knew it was Hunter. He was the softest footed of his brothers next to Crosshair, and sure enough, the sergeant rounded the corner to find Echo slumped at the waist with his elbows on his knees.

“Panic attack?” Hunter simply asked.

“Flashback. Nothing direct. I’m almost back.” Echo rattled off like it was a mission report.

“Mind some company?” Echo looked up and gave his permission with a curt nod. Hunter slotted himself in between the ARC and some feed crates which Echo assumed was to try and give him space as he brought himself back to here and now. Yet, even through the haze of his flashback, Echo didn’t could pick up on the nervous energy coming off of his sergeant. Sure, Omega was almost eaten by a nexu not an hour ago, but he didn’t think it would still contribute to Hunter being this on edge.

“Memories of your old squad usually help, don’t they?” Hunter’s gruff voice broke through Echo’s thoughts, and he looked up with a confused look that had the sergeant chuckling, subtly tapping his ear as if to say, “Enhanced senses, remember?”

“I’d hear you sometimes during your recovery sessions with Tech. Especially during the tougher ones. You’d resort to telling stories of the 501st. I think Tech realized this too. He started to prompt you when he noticed you having a tough time,” Hunter explained. Echo wanted to be surprised, but all Hunter’s observation did was wash a calm wave over his frayed nerves. Typical of his brothers to distract him from the horrors of war even when they weren’t on the same planet – or alive.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as his heart beat finally calmed to a steady beat. Soft rays from the late afternoon sun started creeping around the corner of the house and draped the two in a warm haze. Echo was starting to relax from his episode, but he noticed that Hunter was as stiff as if they were standing at attention on Kamino. Unable to handle the anxiety any longer, Echo spoke up, “Something on your mind, Hunter?”

Echo was expecting Hunter to blink out of his stupor. Maybe jolt his head in Echo’s direction as if he had been lost in thought and forgot the trooper was next to him. What he didn’t expect was for Hunter to let out a deep sigh and close his eyes as if he was struggling to find his next words. Quiet settled over them as Echo waited for him to choose when he was ready to speak. With one more drawn out breath, Hunter finally spoke.

“Have you seen any of the reports coming out of Coruscant?”

Echo’s eyebrows furrowed at the random nature of Hunter’s question.

“We haven’t exactly had a lot of time to take a Holonews break, Hunter.”

“Humor me.”

“No, I haven’t sought out any reports. If I’m being honest, I figured Tech would take on that responsibility and report anything of note,” Echo answered. Seeing Hunter continue to be wound tight caused Echo himself to stiffen. He’d never seen Hunter like this, even with everything that just occurred.

“What’s going on Hunter? Why should I care about imperial reports?”

At last, Hunter’s eyes met his. “Tech was scanning through records and reports during the trip here when he stumbled across something.” Hunter reached across his body, and that’s when Echo noticed a datapad dangling from his belt. Unclipping it, Hunter brought it in front of him and activated it. “It’s an imperial article detailing the attack on the Jedi temple. Would uh, would you like to read it?” He grimaced when he asked. If this exchange wasn’t clouded with nervous energy, Echo probably would have laughed at the sergeant’s attempts to be casual about something that was clearly the opposite.

“Hunter.” The sergeant grimaced again. “Just tell me what’s going on before you make yourself implode.” That earned Echo an amused huff.

“Turns out, the clones didn’t just turn on the Jedi in the field. A clone battalion marched on the temple in Coruscant and wiped the place clean. Tech theorizes that the number of Jedi scattered across fronts at the time was deliberate so the temple was vulnerable. According to Tech, the majority of those in the temple at the time were…”

“Younglings,” Echo finished for him. As he was taking in Hunter’s words, he cast his eyes to the ground finding the Saleucami dirt comforting.

“Yeah, younglings,” Hunter confirmed. Echo felt him angle his body against the house facing him now.

“Why are you telling me this? You’ve sought me out, made sure we’re alone and out of earshot. Why isn’t this something the squad is being briefed on? And why are you grimacing more and more with each of my questions? Hunter, what the kriff are you trying to tell me?”

Echo’s voice started low and puzzled, but it rose with each statement. He managed to keep it to a harsh whisper since clearly Hunter wanted to make sure they had privacy, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to puzzle together what could possibly warrant this serious of a conversation. Thankfully, Hunter didn’t make him wait long.

“Echo, I’m sorry to have to tell you this. The clone battalion that marched on the temple? It was the 501st.”

Echo went still. He saw Hunter keep talking, but his ears were static as he processed the last sentence. “It was the 501st.”

When Echo watched the clones shoot down General Billaba, he’d accepted right then and there that he was going to have to process a lot of things that didn’t make sense to him in the coming future. He was proven right as he listened to the new emperor’s speech, as he saw Tarkin oversee clone evaluations, and as he saw Crosshair wearing all black armor. All of that he saw, he processed, and he adapted. It’s what ARC troopers did. But this? “It was the 501st”.

That one statement kept ringing in his head, refusing to be processed.

“Echo? Echo! Talk to me here,” Hunter’s worried voice broke through the static. Looking around him, Echo realized he’d gone from leaning against Cut and Su’s house to sitting on the ground with his knees in his chest, head held in his one hand. He didn’t remember sliding down nor Hunter coming down with him, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving it soft pats attempting to ground him.

Still feeling like he didn’t have complete control back in his limbs, Echo turned his head to look at Hunter. “That’s not possible, Hunter. Of all the battalions, no. It’s not possible.”

Hunter’s face softened as he took in Echo’s desperate eyes. He knew the look well – it was the same look he wore when he watched Crosshair walk into the hangar on Kamino. Desperate that what his eyes were seeing was a sick trick his exhausted mind was playing on him. He saw Echo struggling the same way as he let the news sink in.

“I know Echo, I know. I’m sorry.” It was all Hunter could come up with for now.

“They – they were there for the rescue. When the Chancellor was taken by Dooku. I spoke with Rex on the way to Kaller. He explained he, Jesse, and half the 501st were going to Mandalore while the other half stayed with Skywalker to go to Coruscant. I remember being envious he was getting to go fight with real mandalorians.” An amused huff passed Echo’s lips.

“The other battalions – they – there were on the fronts. It would’ve left just the Corrie Guard and the 501st.” His head thumped against the side of the house again. “But Hunter, Rex and Jesse were both on Mandalore. Who led the attack on the temple?” There was no one else left to lead. Everyone who would’ve been in command were sent with Rex. Even Commander Tano’s short return sent her to the warrior planet, and Echo admittedly wasn’t entirely up to date on the latest command structure of the 501st, but he was sure no one was left on Coruscant to…

Echo’s head snapped up, and he fought with everything he had to not hurl his lunch right there between his legs. “Hunter. Who led the attack? Who led the battalion into the temple?” Echo asked the questions so quietly that Hunter had to rely on his enhanced hearing to hear them.

“I think you know, Echo.”

“Say it.”

Echo felt more than heard the deep sigh Hunter let loose. “The article says the troops were led by General Skywalker,” Hunter finally admitted.

In war, you go through a lot of breaking points. They can be random, patterned, frequent, or rare. But every trooper has at least one story of when they finally felt it all cave in – the taxing missions, the losses, the anti-clone idealists, the deaths. The clones’ engineered adaptability could usually keep these episodes short, but that didn’t erase the mental scarring each one left. As an ARC trooper, Echo received additional mental simulations since it was assumed they’d see more gruesome realities. But right now, all of the mental simulations and breathing exercises in the galaxy couldn’t keep Echo upright.

It happened in slow motion. Hunter watched as Echo processed this last piece. First, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion like Hunter just spoke Huttese. Then, his eyes widened in shock when the words took meaning. Next, his pupils flared with anger like this was a tasteless prank Hunter was trying to pull. But when Hunter didn’t flinch and kept his face passive, Echo’s eyes showed a half second of acceptance before pooling with tears. In one last attempt to keep his emotions in check, Echo closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breaths. And then he crumbled.

The mental and physical exhaustion of the last 48 hours settled in, and Echo let this final hit tip him over the mental brink he’d been teetering over. The tears sprang quickly, and it didn’t take long for his body to be wracked with heavy sobs. As the world turned blurry, Echo found himself thinking one thing, “Thank the Maker Rex wasn’t there. Thank the Maker he doesn’t have to live with that nightmare on his conscience.”

The hangar of the Resolute was bustling as troopers loaded the last of the supplies. This was going to be one of their quicker relief missions, and the offload should only take an hour, tops. As the last troopers were loading into the LAAT/is ready to head down to the surface, Echo hopped up next to Rex.

“Fives make it on?” Rex asked him.

“And miss the opportunity to be revered like a hero? You know better than that, Rex,” Echo smirked at the captain as he gave an eye roll before putting his helmet on. Rex tried, but he was terrible at hiding his soft spot for the rambunctious ARC trooper.

“Listen up troopers, this is a simple offload and base rebuild. We’ll set the survivors up with basic medical, food, and communication capabilities. If time allows, we’ll assist with rebuilds of the school and main housing sector. Denal, you’ll take R2 and make sure their mainframe is online. Kix, you’ll head the medical setup. I’ll dole out the rest of duties on the ground. Understood?”

“Sir, yes sir,” answered in unison. Instead of relaxing though, all of the troopers on their ship, including Echo, remained at attention. Rex smirked to himself knowing what they were waiting for.

“Once your duties are complete, you have permission to free time,” he informed them. Soft whoops filled the LAAT/i. These types of relief missions were Echo’s favorites. Most of the time, they would unload the supplies, set up the required facilities, and then have to ship off to the next battle or war-torn zone. Occasionally though, they had a sliver of time where they could forget they were soldiers and just be.

2 hours later, Echo and Jesse had the common kitchen fully functioning, and they were now helping a group of clones and locals build shelter structures. The locals of this settlement on Haruun Kal were enthusiastic to receive the supplies and help from the clones. Pausing his hammering for a breather, Echo heard a commotion rise up behind him. Glancing in the direction of the noise, he found the source with ease.

Fives, Hardcase, and Appo were surrounded by a group of 12 younglings who were shouting questions at the clones. It didn’t take long for Echo to spot the holoball in Hardcase’s hand, and that answered nearly all of Echo’s questions. Gently, he nudges Jesse next to him.

“Looks like the boys are trying to get a holoball game going with the younglings. Wager on how quickly Fives gets knocked on his sheb?”

“Oh Maker no! They don’t think they’re playing without me!” Jesse exclaims before putting his hammer down and running over. Echo looked around and saw that the structure was complete, so he put his hammer back in the toolbox and wandered over to the group.

“What’s a holoball?”

“Do we have to run with it?”

“Does your armor give you super strength?”

“You’re twice as big as us! That’s not fair!”

“Can I hold your blaster?”

“Are you actually brothers?”

“Have you ever held a lightsaber?”

“Why do you have a tattoo on your face?”

“Ok ok! One question at a time. My brother here is going to explain the rules. Then, if you have any other questions about holoball, and holoball only, we’ll answer them before getting the game started!” Fives attempted to focus the younglings.

When more than 5 seconds of silence passed, Appo got started on explaining the game. Leaning against some crates off to the side, Echo felt a smile crossing his lips observing the younglings listening as if Appo was explaining how to obtain unlimited sweets. A moment later, he felt a presence come up beside him and settle on the crate next to him. Turning his head, Echo noticed Rex observing the scene.

“Holoball, huh? Nice touch. Hopefully, they know what they’re getting into,” Rex hummed. Echo noted Rex’s jaig eyes looking at him from his knee, and he appreciated that this is the most relaxed he thinks he’s ever seen his captain.

“Jesse and I think the younglings are going to run circles around Fives.”

Rex chuckled, “I don’t doubt that for a second. Fives is a skilled trooper, but he’s not the most athletic.”

“Hey Echo, we’re down a player! Wanna hop in?” Hardcase interrupted them from the makeshift field.

"I'm good Hardcase, just want to watch.” Then Echo tilted his head to the side. “What about you Captain? Wanna show them how it’s done?”

Echo was sure the look Rex gave him would skewer a rancor.

“Oh please please please Mr. Captain sir! You can be on our team!” A little girl with curly brown hair and big brown eyes looked up at Rex begging him to join. Echo had to keep his laugh in as he witnessed the stoic captain of the 501st melt directly under the youngling’s gaze. It was a similar tactic Echo saw Commander Tano use against the captain, and it appeared Rex was defenseless against it no matter the being.

“Yeah, Captain! Do it for the younglings!” Fives added with a cheeky grin. Rex shot him a quick glare, but he immediately softened again when he looked back down at the little girl.

“Ok cyar’ika, I’ll play.” The younglings erupted as Rex walked over.

To Echo’s glee, and Fives, Hardcase, and Appo’s horror, Rex turned out to be one heck of a holoball player. His team of younglings stood with rapt attention every time Rex kneeled down to draw up their next play. It was clear Rex’s leadership skills weren’t only for the battlefield because every play the younglings executed flawlessly, and soon they were leaving the other team in the dust.

Eventually, Fives gave the order to take down Rex with any means possible. Next thing they knew, Rex has carrying the holoball down the field along with 3 younglings hanging onto his arms and legs trying to take him down. At the last second, Rex was able to pass off to a young girl, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop himself from being tackled to the ground. Instead of stopping the little girl, the rest of the younglings decided this was the perfect time to take the 501st captain out.

Echo couldn’t believe his eyes. 4 younglings were piled on top of Rex tickling him, and Rex was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Seeing the effective strategy, the other younglings turned on Appo, Fives, and Hardcase and managed to take 2 of the 3 down. So there in front of him was the captain of the 501st, an ARC trooper, and Hardcase on the ground being tickled by younglings. Echo looked over at Appo and Jesse, and after a couple shocked seconds, the three of them were doubled over in laughter. They soon found this to be a grave mistake though, because Rex had managed to gain control of the situation again and rallied the younglings to take down the remaining troopers.

Hours later, back in the mess hall of the Resolute, many were gathered around to hear the story of the great holoball tournament of Haruun Kal. Many parts of the story were going to go down in 501st history if Fives had anything to do with it, but the legend of Captain Rex crying from laughter under a pile of younglings was already Echo’s favorite.

A gentle arm circled around Echo’s shoulders, bringing him back to the present. He felt Hunter give him a gentle nudge in his direction. A simple gesture saying, “I’m here. You’re not going through this alone. Use me if you need to.” If Echo had the energy, he’d take Hunter up on his offer, but his body was exhausted and all he could manage was occasionally wiping the tears from his eyes as he huddled over his knees. Always the leader, Hunter remained at his side allowing Echo whatever space he needed to work through the news.

“Do the others know?” Echo managed to ask when his sobs started to quiet down.

“Only Tech. He came directly to me, but it’s your play going forward.”

After what felt like an hour but was more likely a few minutes, Echo was able to even his breathing and lift his head up from his hand. Tilting his head up to the late evening sun, he let the final tendrils of shock and sorrow work their way out of his system. At last, he felt like he could take a full breath again.

“Thanks Hunter. I imagine that wasn’t an easy one.”

“Certainly wasn’t one of our training simulations, that’s for sure,” Hunter chuckled under his breath. Even Echo found it in himself to crack a small smile.

“Well, thanks for telling me. And for staying with me. That w-that was a hard one to process. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to remain here a little longer while I finish collecting myself.”

“Of course, Echo. I know you’ve only been with us a couple months, and everything’s kind of flipped upside down right now, but you’re one of us and whatever you need, we’ll be right here to help you.” Hunter placed a gentle hand on Echo’s shoulder as he spoke, and when he was done, he gave him a soft squeeze before standing up and heading back inside the house.

The sun was making its final descent behind the horizon giving Echo a sense of relief that this day was done. With a slight wobble in his knees, he stood himself up using the side paneling as support. Process and adapt – that’s all he could do. Taking each day one at a time. Feeling his body relax as he accepted this new galaxy, Echo gave a final glance at the sky. A deep, familiar blue blanketed the quiet farm as if it was trying to reach and wrap around him. A thought from earlier popped into his mind – even when gone, the 501st were there to help him see the next day.

Sensing that the peace and quiet had lasted long enough, the galaxy jolted Echo back into reality when he heard the front door slam and Hunter’s voice following. “Tech! Getting our ship impounded is not my idea of a solution!”

Gifting himself one final moment of quiet, Echo readied himself for the next unforgettable memory his newest brothers have no doubt gotten themselves into.  

[astroaries98]

Saturday in the Greenhouse...

CW: Swearing

It was a late September afternoon, the last of the summer warmth was slowly leaving the grounds of Hogwarts and the cool autumnal breeze was bringing in deep shades of red, yellow and orange on all the trees that surrounded the greenhouses. 

Regulus Black was alone, his outer robe and bag were discarded on a bench, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loose around his neck. He’d put his wand behind his ear and his face was deep in concentration as he sketched mandrake leaves in his workbook making sure to label all the correct parts and their uses. 

He was leaning over on a workbench surrounded by all types of magical and unusual greenery. He had always preferred to do his herbology homework this way, he didn't think you could truly capture a plant by copying someone else's sketches from a book, you had to study the living thing. 

Of course, none of his friends agreed with him, well maybe Pandora did but she had better things to do on a Saturday so here he was alone, quite frankly just how he liked it. 

His silent study was abruptly interrupted when the doors of the greenhouse swung open. 

“Now, I expect each one of those pots to be scrubbed ready for my classes on Monday,” Professor Sprout said firmly. 

Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath rubbing his hand on his temple annoyed. How dare someone get a Saturday detention when he wanted to study? He started to gather up his sketches and notes. 

“And Mr Potter….no Magic, your wand please,” she said and with that Regulus heard the doors go again. 

Well, Fuck. 

Not only had his study session been interrupted, but it had also been interrupted by the most arrogant, loud and obnoxious person at Hogwarts. There was no way he’d be able to sneak out without Potter seeing him and calling him some ridiculous nickname or teasing him about being Sirius’s baby brother. For some reason, because he was Sirius's best friend James Potter thought he had some kind of claim over Regulus, and Regulus hated it. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? He’d even take Sirius himself…

As these thoughts swirled through his head, he stepped back and carelessly knocked a watering can from a shelf behind him. It came down with a loud crash. 

Well, Fuck. 

“Hey who goes there, Demon reveal yourself” Potter shouted as he walked around the corner and came face to face with Regulus, his body still ridged from the crash. 

A big grin spread across Potter’s face he looked delighted. Regulus hated it. 

“Well if it isn’t my little Reggie, got detention too have you? What a naughty boy you are, what did you do? I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” He said walking towards him and throwing his arms around Regulus’s shoulder. 

“Me? Well, Sirius put a baby chomping cabbage in Snape’s bag, and then when he found it Snape the little bugger said it was me? And can you believe it your beloved brother let me take the fall, oh how I was wounded.” He lent back putting his hand to his forehead in a fake fainting motion.

Regulus shrugged him off, he hated being touched, his face turned to thunder and carried on packing away his things. 

“Ooo silent treatment, how very mysterious you are.” Potter looked at the sketches Regulus was throwing in his bag, and grabbed one. 

“Oh, so you are studying? Should have guessed, no way you'd ever get a Saturday detention.” Potter looked at him his grin just as big as ever. He held up the sketch. 

“Wow, Reg these are so good! Mysterious and arty, what more could a girl want?” He said fluttering his eyelashes. 

Regulus scowled and snatched the paper back, “Shove off Potter, haven’t you got pots to be scrubbing?” He snapped 

“Woah, touchy baby Black, it really does run in the family” Potter chuckled to himself. 

He then flicked his wand and the pots started to stack and the dirt on them vanished. Potter nodded his head with a satisfied grin on his face. 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “you aren’t supposed to use magic? Didn’t she confiscate your wand?” 

Potter snorted, “ah Regulus, so young, so good, so innocent. Professor Sprout took my fake wand, the one I always keep on me for this very reason.” 

“What if she checks?” Regulus didn't know why he was asking this, it’s not like he cared. 

“Well in six years of detentions no one ever has, so I doubt they’d start now” Potter replied with a sly smile. 

“Whatever” Regulus grunted as he pushed by Potter on his way to the door. 

“Leaving already? I thought we could talk, catch up like old friends do” Potter fake cried running after him. 

Regulus kept on walking forward and threw his hand back towards Potter with only two fingers on display. 

“Well now I am telling Sirius,” Potter said with laughter in his voice. 

Regulus kept walking. 

“Your sketches are really good Reg, I really meant that” Potter shouted, not following him this time. 

Regulus stopped for a moment but then carried on, pushing the greenhouse doors open. 

He couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm and tell Evan and Barty what an absolute prick James Potter had been. 

[fantastiqueali]

Again?

Summary: Arranged marriage with Regulus does not go well with the two of you. And Sirius is there to be by your side.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of a noncon act, Toxic!Regulus, Soft!Sirius, and Slightly one-sided love. (Please do not read if any of this disturbs you and I do not hate Regulus in any way. This is just an idea that came into my mind.)

Word count; 1.1k

On one cold night, your soon to be husband enters the room both of you sleep in. Oozing the scent of fire whisky, hair dampened and dishevelled from the rain, face flushed and tired, his body ready to lay down on the mattress and sleep.

Yet no, he saw you. Lying on your stomach, while the winds flap the edge of your shorts and ever so slightly give him a peek of your panties. He does not have any love for you in any way. But he simply cannot deny the feeling of arousal rising in his pants.

His form saunters near the bed, agonisingly staring at your exposed back that your camisole failed to cover. His knees dip onto the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt. You rolled back on a lying stance, giving Regulus a free view of your chest going up and down.

He immediately went into position, locking you in between his legs. He took your top away causing you to drift away from sleep. “Reg?” You called out, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you tried to sit up. Regulus pushed you back down, pulling both of your arms up and interlocking your hands with his. “Shut up.”

As the night went on, only cries of pain and not from pleasure can be heard. Also, the disgusted groans of Regulus whenever he looks down at you and sees your messed up expression. Drunk or not he had never done foreplay with you. Not let you adjust and be comfortable with his size. Merlin, he doesn’t let you also have the pleasure he’s receiving.

As regretful you become you do have locked up feelings for this vile man. You know that he cannot love you the way you do. And that he can never love you in the same manner as he had loved Vivienne. His first and possibly the last woman he would ever love. She was a muggle-born, making their love forbidden to his parents. He fought for their love but unluckily got vetoed. Which leads his parents to arrange a non-exquisite marriage between you and him.

But of course, not all arranged marriage turns into a conquered union. This is no fairytale for the two of you. At first, you believed in yourself that you could make him love you over time. A year has passed and he shows no sign of love whatsoever. You gave up.

You aimed to convince your parents to let you and Regulus go as it will be much more complicated. But they refused to take the offer. Saying that it is for the good of both lineages. Now, you're only being forced to believe that this is for the good of your family. Not yours. But the family.

Hardly anything ever made you happy or laugh. A small smile is something that you do often in falsehoods. Sirius however, could be that small percentage who lends you a minor one. From his overthrown jokes to the flirtatious compliments. Those simple things do give a tiny smile on your resting face.

You could not have a slight ounce of sleep that night. You stayed laying beside Regulus, your back facing him as he snored peacefully. Tears dared to escape your eyes as you held a pillow near your mouth, biting the ends of it. The last time that you cried and let out a sob, things didn’t turn out well.

As the horizons were seen on the narrowly opened curtains. You pretended to sleep when you heard Regulus groaning and sitting up. You don’t need to hear his complaints in the early morning as you had it already rough. Some are like “Clean yourself up. You’re not a baby anymore.” or “You call yourself a lady when you can’t even make yourself one.”

You patiently waited for him to leave and slam the door as he would always do, not minding if you were sleeping. As you fully know that he’s nowhere near you, you helped yourself into a session of breakdown. You hugged the pillow for comfort as salty tears pricked your eyes, blurring your visions. Head hurting from the lack of sleep. Frustration and disregarded thoughts echoing in your head. It was something that you did most of the time when you were alone. Well, you’re always alone.

Whilst Sirius was hovering around the halls to the kitchens to find himself a snack, he passed by yours and his brother’s room. He saw faint sobs and sighs. He stayed in front of the door instantly. He knows what’s the meaning of those cries. He absolutely hates it. He hates everything that they did to you. He hated that Regulus can’t even respect you as a human being. He hated that his parents manipulated you and Regulus like an object handled with a key.

He argued every day for you. Yet like always, his voice wasn’t heard. Sirius knows that Regulus had a hard time too. But whatever reason comes in his way maltreating you are far more than worse. He tries to be there for you always. Tries to make you laugh or smile even the littlest bit. Something that your future husband can’t even do.

He steps forward and knocks gently on the door. A hazy “Just a minute,” was heard from the other side. He waits patiently, knowing what exactly you are doing. Cleaning yourself up, washing your face with a cloth, combing your hair, overall attempting to look presentable. Struggling in there to wash all of the evidence of even a drop of tear.

The door eventually opened, greeted by you smiling, but then faltering when you saw it was Sirius. You know that you can trust him with emotions like this. “Again?” He asks, even though he knows the answer to it. You nodded, opening the door more and motioning him to come in.

Before you can even take two more steps, he pulled you by the arm. A small gasp leaves your lips whilst he conceals you in a warm hug. You needed it more than anything. His embrace warmed your cold tension. The assurance of his hand caressing your head. Everything about that small gesture wavers you into another fit of sobs.

He hushes you. Not in the way Regulus would do. Selfish and absence of affection. Sirius’ hush makes you melt into his arm, full of affection without literally saying anything. Your arms snake upon his back, yet the assertiveness of your body slowly wilts away, replaced by a soothing solace. You felt his head move away and kiss your forehead. His lips stayed there for a moment before saying,

“I’ll get you out of this hell. Both of us.”

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