#Reggie answers the thing

[actuallykyogai]

9 and 12 for the jjk ask meme!

Of course!! :3

9. My favourite fight scene...there's a lot of options to choose from, but if I had to choose one, it'd be Reggie vs Megumi's fight in the gymnasium.

Although I'm not a huge fan of Megumi, it's probably my second favourite fight behind Takaba vs Kenjaku. However I did choose this one because Reggie's my favourite character besides Pinchan + Hazenoki, but I just enjoyed it overall. I like how it wasn't just two dudes throwing hands; strategies and general intelligence played a big part in the outcome of the fight. The stakes were high, there were times where I thought the fight would go either way. Ultimately, Megumi won, which despite not liking him much, I was fine with. I liked Reggie's conclusion and his last words, he served his purpose well.

(Also gotta give a shout out to the Sendai Colony deadlock, more specifically Ryu vs Yuuta ☆)

12. Again, there's a lot to unpack here, I might not be able to state all my thoughts in a particularly logical or cohesive way. But it's all good!! For me, one thing I'd like to change is the lack of information regarding Yuji and his family. Considering that his mother and uncle are quite literally the main antagonists of the series as a whole, it feels like a waste to know so little about them.

Although I don't have any ideas pertaining to how Yuji would find out about his family (more specifically, Jin and Kaori | Kenjaku) I'd guess Choso would be the one to inform him. It wouldn't necessarily be what I would prefer (A Kenjaku and Yuji reunion would work more in my opinion) it'd relay some information that could possibly have been crucial to the plot and everything surrounding Sukuna's past as well.

A little additional opinion is that I think Kenjaku died too quickly. Another fight before what happened in Lake Gosho colony would have been nice. Hey, not even a fight, even a conversation with Yuji would suffice for me. I'd like to know more about Kaori's cursed technique and, like, anything about Jin and him being the reincarnation of Sukuna's twin.

The Itadori family + Sukuna and the Death Paintings are all very interesting characters and concepts to me ☆

[enhanced-operatives-division]

i would love to hear about the ollie and handler crack ship here’s a silly doodle as well

LOVE THE DOODLE YOU SEE THE VISION!!!

Also this got my ass to design Ollie so:

(Love him - Also redesigned Reggie for this too so thanks!!)

And idk if it's moreso a crackship or a rarepair that only works in an AU (HACKS up Starstruck), but Reggie's line of "...and I hope Ollie made it out too. I hope a lot of things." It's totally me reading into it but like,,,,I want them to talk because Ollie is not dead to me in my heart of hearts.

Maybe the only change is like Reggie taps into the communication on the radio in Hot Water instead of using the earpiece, so Ollie ends up hearing him also? And they end up getting along really well (with Reggie having to jump through a couple hoops to be like "haha what agency..."). There's an Agency base in the South-East coast of Australia and maybe the Agency ends up adopting him after he washes up on the shore with the escape pod (after HEAVY questioning).

Alas take a doodle of my own:

Transcript (it's just canon lines):

Ollie: "She's being controlled, it's not her fault."

Reggie: "Agent, I have 0 experience dealing with giant security squids."

[innytoes]

sweet tarts, academic rivals to lovers

The thing about being Carrie Wilson was that she had standards. She had to be perfect. She needed to be perfect. All eyes were on here, watching, waiting for the moment she wasn't perfect.

Which was why it was so annoying that every single test, Reggie Peters had the same mark, or just half a point extra. If she got a 99, he got a 100. If she got 100%, he'd answer an extra credit question with such enthusiasm he got 101.

It wasn't fair. Reggie was the stereotypical himbo. He didn't understand sarcasm until halfway through his reply when he'd trail off with an 'ooooh'. He never seemed to do his homework, he was often doodling little Star Wars robots or dogs instead of taking notes, and he seemed to spend more time on his hair and his stupid band than on studying.

Listen, Carrie also spent way too long on her hair and her band, but she was also up until three every night before a test going over notes and using flashcards and sometimes maybe crying a little at all the stress.

So when she finally, finally got 101 while Reggie just got a measly 100, she wanted to rub it in his face a little. Except when she smugly showed him her score, he beamed and gave her a thumbs up, telling her she rocked, and suggested they go out for celebratory milkshakes.

Carrie wasn't exactly sure what she expected, but it wasn't sitting in a cutesy 50s themed diner sharing a strawberry milkshake with her academic nemesis. (She had a lot of nemeses, okay.) Or coming to find out he was really funny. And kind of cute. And sweet.

She wasn't expecting for him to give her his number, on a napkin filled with dog doodles. Or actually calling him at two in the morning in another mid-study breakdown.

She also wasn't expecting him to show up at her house half an hour later with chocolate and a pep talk.

So maybe her boyfriend was still her academic rival... but he was also a pretty good cheerleader.

[aj-lenoire]

apparently the reason may december is being snubbed during awards season is because a lot of actors REALLY didn’t like what it had to say about actors who take on the roles of real people, and the idea that a bunch of former theatre kids might be sensitive about criticism of the industry they work in is, to me, just so shocking

[uncomfortablepiratecollection]

My hot take is that season 4 of the umbrella academy was good actually

[legolasghosty]

Cruise Ship AU plus Dinosaurs AU

Okay sorry on the delay, been dealing with family holiday stuff! But ooooooo, interestinggg!!! So for whatever reason, my first thought was basically a cruise ship Jurassic Park type setup. Dinos as an attraction on a cruise ship.

Dinosaurs have been recreated using *Science*, and while they're mostly in zoos and labs these days, they're not the most uncommon thing anymore. They have to be kept contained though cause they can absolutely destroy an ecosystem either from eating a ton of plants or just being a predator that the biome doesn't know how to control.

But at least the smaller ones are understood well enough to be attractions. Not on a full scale dino island kind of thing, but a few here and there are totally cool! (or considered to be so by everyone other than the employees who are NOT getting paid enough for this...)

Enter Phantasmic Cruises, a cruise company that brings the past to you, aboard one of the half dozen state of the art cruise ships. Why wonder about the ghosts of the past when you can experience them for yourself? Run of course by the one and only Caleb Covington, each ship features a unique time period experience. (With all the modern amenities of course). So one is all Victorian era, attire included, another is themed around the middle ages, though very glorified and much cleaner, and that kind of thing.

Caleb's newest insane brain child is a ship centered around the Jurassic period. With actual dinosaurs included, of course. And, insane or not, what Caleb says goes. So Julie, the head interior designer of the ship, Alex, the main engineer, Reggie, the future captain, and Luke, the entertainment coordinator, have to figure out how to somehow make this thing come to life.

The four of them haven't worked together directly prior to the project, though Alex and Julie have seen each other's work in passing, Luke has done some work on the ship Reggie was first mate on before this, and Luke is well aware of Julie's style when it comes to creating great entertainment spaces. So they know of each other, but they aren't friends.

Julie and Alex meet first in a meeting about the overall design of the ship. Caleb introduces them himself, and then springs it on them that they're basically the heads of their respective teams on the project. Cue joint freaking out and potentially hiding in a closet together while working through their matching panic attacks. And then they're just bonded for life after that. They butt heads a fair amount, as what is best engineering wise isn't always the best interior design wise and vice versa. But they figure it out.

Then Reggie and Alex meet in a crew meeting about what the basic idea for the ship will be and what kinds of training and safety stuff will have to be done moving forward. Reggie makes Alex laugh a bit more than he probably should have, but they grab coffee after, just to get to know each other as human beings, and they're well on their way to becoming besties.

Luke and Julie, meanwhile, have already gotten into an argument about the design of the stage in the main event space. Luke wants the lighting to be a certain way, Julie insists it's not practical to set it up that way. They end up compromising, but not before exchanging a few heated insults.

The gang finally all meets up, along with the financial manager for the project, Flynn, the PR specialist, Carrie, and the... dinosaur handler, Willie. Flynn and Julie already know each other well from previous projects, and Carrie did a whole publicity tour thing at one of Reggie's old ship jobs so they're pals. Willie doesn't know any of them, but a few side comments indicate some kind of connection to Caleb...

Needless to say, the project is an absolute mess from start to finish. I mean, who builds a cruise ship with dinosaurs? But somehow, they pull it off. And they all get to know each other REALLY well.

Alex and Carrie find a shared love of bubblegum pop and take to working together in an office with the music on blast. They're good body doubles for each other.

Flynn, Luke, and Reggie end up in a rather dramatic argument about which brand of energy drink is the best (while they are all highly sleep deprived due to a deadline and on at least their third of their respective beverages), which turns into lighthearted teasing once the crisis is solved.

Julie and Luke keep butting heads, but somehow it always seems to work out. And the results are pretty dang cool. Though no one mentions the random, poetic sounding lines that are sometimes seen scribbled on the corners of the memos the two pass around. Or that the line on Julie's latest one seems to match up with the one on Luke's from the other day.

Alex and Willie kinda skirt around each other for a bit, not really wanting to admit that they think their coworker is really cute and sweet. But eventually they give up and actually go out for dinner. And it goes really well! It takes them a while, and they have to learn some pretty tricky stuff about work-life balance and leaving the ship at the door when they're going out and stuff. But they make it work!

In the end, the ship does work out, though maybe not exactly how Caleb originally planned. Oh well, it's booked out for the first year and a half within a few weeks of opening, and no one gets hurt. So... win for team JATP!

Yep that's what I got! Hope you enjoyed, thank you for the ask!!!

[thelaurenshippen]

JABXKAKAKALA HELLO HI I hope you're doing well!! I just wanted to start off by saying that I saw your response to the email you received on Instagram and I love how you handled it so so much as a fellow queer person that loves creating and writing!! Thank you so much for everything that you have done!

AND SECONDLY I've been listening to audio drama podcasts for around four years now, and I'd only stumbled upon The Bright Sessions last year (after my friend recommended it to me over and over again!), which is pretty recent! And I just wanted to say that the amount of emotions and inspiration I received from listening to the podcast has just about changed my life 😭

I started listening to it avidly (on the daily JDNJAA on my walks to and from school and work) and just grew so so attached to the characters. The way you write their narratives is absolutely beautiful and brings me to tears if I think about it long enough😭 The way Sam is so full of love and care while struggling to do so for herself and that turmoil visibly affecting her relationships with other people?? OW OW OW it hurts so good every time?? AND JOAN OH MAn I love how Joan is written SO MUCH I think she actually changed my brain chemistry genuinely?? she is so layered and so full of emotion (it's safe to say that safe house ii absolutely DESTROYED me for that 😭❤️) and her dynamics with others ?? the amount of research put into writing her?? beautiful so beautiful HDBSJAHA and I could go on about every single character but that would take YEARS but I just want to say that the writing is so layered and authentic because these characters /aren't/ perfect, but they're still so lovable in every way, there's still some way to emphasize (I love Caleb) with them (COUGHS LOUDLY DAMIEN) even when they seem like the most unlikable (COUGHS LOUDER DAMIEN WADSWORTH HELEN) characters ever (I love how they're written so much I think it has actually changed my brain chemistry). ALSO the voice acting?? is absolutely BEAUTIFUL?? the amount of soul and found family vibes that go into this is just absolutely incredible I cannot stress it enough. Sam's panic attacks were written perfectly along with Mark's hidden anxieties and Agent Green's own guilt and hurt and oh man I COULD GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL ABOUT ALL OF THIS but oh man this is just incredible😭😭 also super random but the soundtrack makes me so emotional WHICH LEADS ME TO MY NEXT POINT AJDBAJ

I started listening to this in my freshman year of highschool (uh oh) so a lot of things were really stressful for me during this time! The Bright Sessions was something that despite causing me emotional pain, provided me healing just as much JSBXKAJAKDJSJKSD AND LIKE OKAY OKAY I would listen to this on my walks to and from school (I was walking back from school once and was zoning out until I heard Caleb beating the shit out of Damien and had to stop on the sidewalk to take in what just happened) and during art (I heard the part with Mark and Damien in the van and had to sit down when I heard Damien's backstory) and after I got my eyes dilated and couldn't look at much (I listed to agent Green's goodbye and actually cried until I couldn't breathe) and listened to the college tapes while studying for my unit circles test and just thank you thank you for the road trips and room cleaning memories and for being the best story to listen to while painting and going on runs. I struggled a lot with mental health and accepting myself as queer, and SO many of the narratives throughout the story also helped me figure out who I was, so thank you so so much for everything 😭 I still relisten to several of the episodes and still get that giddy feeling in my stomach when I hear the am archives soundtrack get a little darker, or literally want to lie down every time I hear an interaction with Frank and Chloe, but just overall thank you so much😭❤️🫂🫂

RAHHH AGAIN I'm so sorry this was so long but truly thank you so much for everything that you do!! your writing is absolutely incredible and your voice acting and the way you handle difficulties is so inspirational!! the rest of the cast and the art and community and soundtrack just,,, chefs kiss. thank you so much for being an incredible role model and inspiration for so many people!!!

HI WOW OH MY GOD THIS MESSAGE IS SO AMAZING THANK YOU!!!!!

I'm so glad the instagram video resonated with you (if anyone's curious, this is the video)! and I'm sO glad you found The Bright Sessions!! it means so much to me that you love the characters the way you do, that you see their imperfections and their complexities and you care about them because of and in spite of them!!

I'm so happy that the show could be a part of your life in such a real way - listening to it in so many places, and having it there in difficult times. that it helped you with healing and figuring stuff out is the highest praise that you could possibly give! I poured my heart and soul into this show - as did all of our amazing cast and crew - so it's incredible to hear that it touched you in the way that it did.

also, hearing that you love the TAMA score is so amazing - I love that score, Evan did such an incredible job!!

thank you so so SO much for this wonderful message and for loving my characters and my world and for telling me about it!! I'm so grateful to you!!!

[no-context-nonsense]

This one's a bit rough, FORGIVE ME

[caswellseyes]

“you said you wanted to talk?" “yeah…it can wait, though. enjoy your date.”

For more of my Boggie brain rot

i'm always happy to help further the boggie brain rot, thanks so much for sending this in! it got a bit long so i've posted it over on ao3, the link to the full fic will be in the reblogs!

the one who's waiting at home

Bobby is getting really tired of this.

It just keeps happening, is the issue. It keeps happening, and Reggie keeps trying, and Bobby is always left to pick up the pieces when it goes wrong. 

Because every single time Reggie goes on a date with someone, he gets attached. And every single time, whoever it is that he’s seeing ends up not appreciating the wonder that is Reggie. Every single time, it ends in heartbreak.

And every single time, Reggie blames himself.

It’s stupid, really. Reggie is quick to love, and honestly, it’s one of Bobby’s favourite parts of him. His roommate has a big heart and doesn’t hesitate to let people in, which, especially considering the difficult life he’s had, is really admirable. Bobby himself could never be this open with his affection. There’s a reason Reggie is the one scoring dates left and right while Bobby doesn’t even remember the last date he’s been on. Which is fine – based on the way dating is going for Reggie, he’s not exactly eager to ‘get out there’ – and he’s the last to judge, he really is. If dating all these stupid people who aren’t good enough for Reggie is what makes Reggie happy, then by all means, Reggie should date more people.

It’s just that, you know, all these stupid people aren’t good enough for Reggie and inevitably end up breaking his heart.

Okay, maybe Bobby is getting a little more upset about this than he has any right to be. In his defence, he’s been crushing on Reggie since the second the other moved into the apartment and so far, he’s doing an admirable job of not letting anything on. 

There’s no point in telling Reggie, of course. Reggie loves so easily, so openly, that surely, Bobby would know by now if his feelings were returned. They don’t seem to be, and thus, Bobby keeps his mouth shut. 

What he will not keep his mouth shut about for any longer, though, is how much these dates are breaking Reggie’s heart. No, that he has to stop. 

[non-plutonian-druid]

Hi!!! I absolutely love your ATWQ au, I never got to read that series but I loved ASOUE so I’m intrigued!!

Would love to hear more about Klaus and Ben specifically in this AU because they are my Sons and I love them

This is such an interesting idea!!

thank youuuuu! i love ATWQ, although i do think that ASOUE is probably objectively the better series. ATWQ is just much more up my alley in terms of aesthetics! also i fucking love the art for it, which you may have observed in my repeated attempts to copy it for this au

Thank you!!! I love ATWQ. I think ASOUE is probably objectively the better series, but the aesthetics of ATWQ are so up my alley. Plus i really love the art, which you may have noticed since i keep trying to copy it for this au.

I haven't decided if they're a little older or a little younger than Five, but either way they'd be in the range of 12-14, with Klaus being maybe a year older than Ben.

In this AU, Klaus and Ben have been living together on their own in this little abandoned town for a long time. I don't think i came up with a town name, but in the books its called Stained-by-the-Sea and used to make ink, and in this au it is a town that used to manufacture umbrellas instead. Like in the books, this town was formerly fairly successful, but has fallen on hard times in recent decades and slowly been closing down ever since. At the time of this AU, it's nearly entirely dead, and most of the only people remaining are children holding down the family businesses while their parents set up new lives for them in the City. There are some adults remaining, but not very many, and not many people in general.

This got long, so I'm putting the rest of it under the cut lol

I mention all of this in the context of your question in order to show that *at the moment*, Klaus and Ben are in a pretty similar situation to many of the other children in the town; many children are unsupervised while their parents are in the process of moving. However, Klaus and Ben have been unsupervised for much much longer. They've never been precisely homeless, because there are many empty buildings, but they haven't had anyone other than themselves watching out for them for a long time.

Both of them have been taking odd jobs for the duration of their acquaintance, entry level retail jobs, and so on. They avoid the remains of the police force because if they were caught without parents or a guardian they would be sent to the City and probably separated.

They were living in this way for several years, up until... i have a specific number of months in my outline but i'm too lazy to go fact check. Lets go with "a few months" before Five arrives in town. See, a few months before, the town's old school mysteriously reopened. It had been a fancy boarding school for rich umbrella manufacturing people's kids (like some kind of... umbrella academy), until there weren't any rich people in town anymore and it closed down. Now it's reopened and it's saying that the children from the town can attend, for free!

Ben has wanted to go to school for so long. He loves reading!! The library is his favorite place!! Klaus wants absolutely nothing to do with school. He likes their life in town, where they're beholden to nobody, way better thank you. But he knows Ben really wants this. So they separate, for the first time in years. Ben *promises* he will write every day, and come back on weekends or breaks or however it is boarding schools work. There is probably much crying.

At first, it goes just like how Ben promises. He doesn't write literally every day, but more than once a week. He hasn't had a day where they're free to return to town yet, but they make plans for when he will. He's having a blast learning about science and reading books and doing math, although it's weird having rules to follow again. Although, he mentions that they have a weird amount of mandatory medical checkups, and he's caught a cold a few times from being in close proximity to a bunch of kids for the first time in while.

And then.... the letters start to have gaps. Because Ben is busy, or feeling ill or tired. He gets distracted. And then, they stop entirely. By the time Five shows up in town, Klaus hasn't gotten a letter from Ben in months.

I think most of that is a just slightly more in depth version of what I've already said about them. Here are a few other tidbits:

before he.... disappeared...., Ben had a giant and incredibly obvious crush on the new librarian, Jill. Klaus teased him about it a lot and tried to get him to send her love letters (he did not succeed in this endeavor because Ben knows when he's being played)

one of Klaus' current jobs is at a printing shop. He's using it to make missing posters for Ben.

Klaus meets Five because he is a witness for a crime that Five is investigating. Once he learns about people investigating crimes that aren't the police (and once he finishes teasing Five for having a number for a name), he asks for Five's help in figuring out what happened to Ben. This, more than the crime, is what gets the plot in motion. Ben is the main Damsel In Distress of this saga, sorry Ben

I'm thinking that one of Klaus' side jobs is being a phone psychic. I just think it would be funny

im not telling you what happened to either of their parents. One of the recurring things in ATWQ is that you never truly learn what's going on with children's parents. You are given no information other than the kids' words, and they never tell more than the absolute bare minimum. So I will not be doing that either!

[daintyduck99]

Just wanted to tell you that finding your account on Ao3 made me realize I actually really ship Julie/Reggie! 🥺🥰 I was only reading the summaries, but the fluttery feeling even just that elicited was wild! Can't wait to read to read through more of your fics!

🥺❤️ Thank you so much!! It means so much to hear that--I saw this after I woke up and all I could do was squeal into my pillow ahhh

I know a lot of people in the Fandom tend to view the two of them as strictly as siblings, but there's more than one way to make Reggie a Molina 😁 The former can also be a great dynamic! There's just a lot of it already and I'm so interested in the romantic angle, what with the crumbs we got in Canon (think we're cute 😏, the tender Orpheum looks), and how sweet they'd be together ❤️ Plus, I'm a sucker for bi4bi couples 🩷💜💙

I do try to go all out on the fluff and fluttery feelings in my fics for them and knowing that you got that even from the summaries is 🥺

Actual picture of me every time I've tried to reply to this:

Thank you thank you thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

[1shadowhole]

Alright alright I have a question.

Footloose... About Following the Beast...

If Thomas Eliot Osmond of the Canterbury Osmonds is Tommy

And Reginald Worthington III is Reggie

And Olivander Laird is Ollie.

Does that mean...

That Arthur Pendragon is Artie?

AND IF THAT IS THE CASE

How did Arthur's friends get to call the antichrist Artie?

And how do they react to the news of who exactly Arthur is when he eventually takes over the world?

I love these three psychopaths so much that I'd read a whole book about them.

[ellecdc]

How about a fic where Remus falls for reader who is Sirius’ sister? If Sirius freaks out with Regulus and James, just imagine how protective he would be with a sister! Specially if she is sweet and kind (totally opposite of him and Regulus)

will I ever make a sibling fic that isn't chaotic? no, likely not. also, I didn't exactly make her the opposite of Sirius and Regulus but it could be argued that she's better than them anyways. ALSO, I've always refrained from reader-inserts with Black!sister reader simply because I see her as Reggie's twin who looks the way he does, and also can't get beyond the fact that she would have a celestial name SO, in any Black!sister fics going forward, please note that her middle name will have been Soleil which is French for sun, and the boys call her Sunny as a nickname <3

Remus Lupin x Black!sister reader who he has fallen head over heels for [1.5k words]

CW: siblings, threats of murder

Most boys at some point in their lives will be asked the following question:

Are you a mummy’s boy, or a daddy’s boy?

If a boy wasn’t asked such a question, it was likely because the answer was painfully obvious.

“Little Lucius Malfoy is such a daddy’s boy.”

“That James Potter, such a mama’s boy”.

“Oh, sweet Peter Pettigrew, he has always been a mummy’s boy.”

Since the answer was so painfully obvious, neither Sirius Orion Black or Regulus Arcturus Black had ever been asked this question. For them, the answer was simple:

They were their sister’s boy’s.

It was this fact that made Remus Lupin’s current predicament so bloody difficult. 

“Where is she!?” Regulus barked as he stormed over to the Gryffindor table where Sirius was sitting beside James across from Remus and Peter.

“Goodmorning, Reggie.” Sirius offered instead of answering his brother.

“For Sala- hi, Sirius. Where is she?”

“Where is who?” 

“Your sister.” Regulus spat, causing Sirius’ brows to furrow as he chanced a look over his shoulder at his brother. 

“How is she my sister? She’s your twin.”

“Nevermind that, do you know where she is?” Regulus muttered.

Sirius sighed and stood from his seat to scan the Great Hall. 

“Nope.” He offered with a pop of the p before returning to his breakfast.

“I’m going to avada that meddling witch!” Regulus hissed as he stormed off; Remus, James, and Peter all watching after him as Sirius continued happily with his toast.

“Are….you not worried about her?” Peter asked cautiously then.

“Not really.” Sirius responded quickly. 

James let out a breath at that and shook his head in disbelief. “Siblings are weird, mate.”

“Thanks, Siri.” You chimed as your head popped up between James and Sirius; the former shrieking not unlike a displeased mandrake plant as he clutched at his chest. 

Neither you nor Sirius paid him any mind as Sirius nudged his plate closer to you so you could pick from it. 

“What’d you do now?” Sirius asked.

“I simply told one of Reg’s admirers that he was already seeing someone; I hardly see what all the fuss is about.” You offered simply, causing Sirius to look at you in bemusement and mutter “Reg is seeing someone?” at the same time James looked at you in horror and hissed “Reg has an admirer!?” 

You simply smirked and looked at Remus who was sitting across from you and shot him a wink.

He hoped to all get out that no one noticed the heat radiating in his cheeks as he smiled nervously down at his plate, though he was relatively certain he could feel a set of spectacled eyes burning a hole into the side of his head. 

“Wait, why do you look like that?” Sirius asked then, causing the table to look at him to see he was surveying your form.

“Like what?” You asked him slowly, looking down at your uniform as if to see what Sirius could possibly be talking about. 

“You look…like…nice.” Sirius muttered as if that was a particularly bad thing.

“I always look nice.” You argued then.

“That’s not true, you usually just look fine.”

“You’re such a git.” You spat, taking the piece of toast he had in his hand and taking a bite of it.

“Doesn’t she just usually only look fine?” Sirius asked then, and Remus was horrified to see he was looking at him. 

“Me?”

Sirius nodded impatiently as if saying “yeah? What about it?”

“Why are you asking me?” Remus asked somewhat shrilly. 

“You’re objective.”

“And Peter and James aren’t?”

Sirius huffed as he kicked Remus in the shin under the table. “Would you just answer the sodding question?”

“I…well,” and Remus looked at you - you, who always looked nothing short of lovely and radiant and dauntingly perfect in every way, and today had been no exception. But he couldn’t very well say that. “She…she looks fine, yeah.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed further as he turned back to look at you, and Remus tried to pretend he didn’t notice a brief look a hurt cross your features. “You do, though. Look lovely today, that is.” He added awkwardly, simply receiving a half-smile in response. 

“Sunny!” Regulus barked then; apparently having found his way back to the Great Hall in his search for you.

“Oh, Merlin and Morgana.” You grumbled as your head fell back in exasperation.

“What did you tell him?”

“Who?” Sirius and James parroted. 

“Sunny.” Regulus repeated, his gaze never moving from you as he sidled up behind you. “What did you tell him?”

“Oh, stop with the theatrics, Regulus; you’re embarrassing yourself.” You drawled, sounding like a true upper-classman as you refused to look at your twin. 

“What did you tell Fenwick?” He gritted out slowly in a way Remus was sure would make a lesser man cower, but you simply rolled your eyes at him. 

“I simply told him that he was grasping at billywigs because you were already seeing someone.” 

Regulus held your gaze as you raised your eyebrow at him. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.” You hissed, completely unimpressed. 

“Who in the hells are you seeing?” Sirius asked then, causing the two of you to look over at him.

“Nevermind, Siri.” You responded in a bored tone around another bite of his toast.

“I will too mind, thank you very much! Who is my baby brother seeing!?”

“Oh relax, Sirius, there’s no need to call the DMLE; it’s not like Sunny’s seeing anyone.” He chuckled, causing Sirius to snort in laughter.

“That’s true.”

You made a disbelieving sound as you looked between your two brothers. “What in Merlin’s name is that supposed to mean?!”

“That means, my dear baby sister,” Sirius responded curtly as he yanked his toast back from you, “that you must never date, otherwise your big brother will end up in Azkaban.” 

“Oh give us a little credit, Sirius; we’d get away with it.” Regulus countered. 

“Why!?” You beseeched. 

“No one is good enough for you, obviously.” Sirius responded simply, as if you were quite ridiculous for even needing to ask. 

“And anyone who thinks otherwise will end up dead.” Regulus continued earnestly, causing James to bark a laugh.

“Don’t worry Moons, Pete and I will make sure your funeral is nice.” He said as he brought another spoon of cereal to his mouth.

Remus felt all blood drain from his face as everyone turned to look at him.

Regulus stared at him in a confused sort of horror, Peter looked at him with a sympathetically worried expression, Sirius didn’t look exactly horrified or disgusted as Remus had thought he would, but he definitely looked disturbed to some level, and you were looking at him with what he thought (and certainly hoped) was hopeful surprise.

James looked up at the silence to see everyone staring at Remus, whilst Remus just stared at him in betrayal.

“James!?” Remus whisper shouted; his voice having apparently run off along with his bollocks. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Regulus finally asked then, staring daggers at Remus as Sirius raised his hand slightly as if warning Regulus off of his best friend, though never removing his own scrutinising gaze from Remus. 

“James, what’d you mean by that?” Sirius asked James - eyes still glued to Remus.

“I, well, erm. I’m actually, not entirely sure? I just…well…”

“Do you fancy her, Moony?” Sirius whispered as if it was some horrid joke and so completely unfathomable that Remus could possibly find you as enchanting as he admittedly did. 

No, he wanted to say, of course not, Pads. That’s your baby sister, I’d never fall so head-over-heels for the sister of my best friend, that’s absurd. 

But that wouldn’t be true.

And he’d already been outed. 

His gaze moved to you and offered what he hoped was an apologetic smile before opening his mouth to respond. 

“Regulus is shagging James!” You blurted then, causing James to flinch so violently that his knees hit the bottom of the table top, and Regulus deflated severely from where he’d been staring down Remus like some well-trained guard-dragon. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Sirius shrieked then, turning to point his glare at someone other than Remus, finally.

Remus had been so caught up in the verbal volleying taking place between Sirius, Regulus, and James that he hadn’t noticed you had disappeared from your spot beside Sirius until you popped back up beside him and were encouraging him up by the sleeve of his uniform jumper.

And you looked so sweet and so lovely and so hopeful and so mischievous and Remus really was helpless in the pull you had on him, which saw him rushing out of the Great Hall with your hand in his as you dragged him away from your brothers and laughing all the while. 

So yeah, this made Remus Lupin’s current predicament incredibly bloody difficult.

Because if Sirius and Regulus were sister’s boys, you were your brothers’ girl.

And that made Remus Lupin a dead man walking.

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@fableeffect sent, “you may not live through it. and if you do, the you that lived through it will not be the same you that lived before it. in that sense, you will definitely not exist after, and i’m sorry.”

there's a resigned expression on her face, a tiredness that goes beyond her lifetime. shouldn't this be scary? for anyone else, it surely would be. that's not to say reggie isn't afraid, but she'd had her own dance with death before, in a space she didn't know how to name. she was scared, but maybe the exhaustion overweighed that. how many times can you face off against an ancient beast and keep yourself together?

reggie made it three out of three times, so...

"... how many times must i rebuild from the ashes?"

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I have the cutest idea. How about prompt b 3 with regulus black. Kinda Sunshine x grumpy, where reader is so openly in love with regulus and is just enjoying that even when regulus doesn’t seem to be returning their feelings (or at least not outwardly saying it). Just reader who is absolutely soft and understanding with Regulus.

😬😊 Hope you have a great day!

i genuinely had so much fun writing this, the request and dynamic fits perfectly with little reggie. thanks darling<3 i hope your day was great as well

Prompt: B.3 "You occupy my every thought"

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, reggie is mentally unwell and a bit insecure, hinting at the black brothers drama, reader is very emotionally open and secure (good for you), friends-but-kinda-more dynamic going on, reader is bestie with the marauders

Regulus was not sure how or when it started.

Perhaps it was that day in the library when you strolled right up to him, breaking the sacred silence of the space with your bright voice, oblivious to the withering stares of Madam Pince and the other students. You sat down beside him, uninvited, and started chattering as though you had known him for years, as though the wall he meticulously kept around himself simply didn’t exist.

“You’re a good listener, did you know that?” you had said cheerfully after several minutes of mostly unreciprocated conversation. “We should sit together more often.”

Regulus hadn’t known what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. He had merely given a curt nod, lips pressed into a thin line, and waited for you to get bored.

You never did.

Perhaps it only truly solidified when he was trying to read his book in the Slytherin common room while Barty, Evan and Dorcas did everything in their power to distract him, until you skipped in, plopping down beside him and asking him about his book with genuine interest. His friends were all shocked to see him actually give you an answer, albeit short, and most important of all not pushing you away. He allowed you to sit there and read over his shoulder, smiling dreamily at him, and shot the others a few dirty looks as they snickered. The feeling in his chest that he still can’t quite place, began to bloom in his chest then, and it has yet to let go.

Nevertheless, somehow you became a fixture in his life. You sat beside him in the library, during meals, and even in the quiet corners of the castle where he had once gone to find solitude, and now oddly didn’t mind sharing with you. There was always a smile on your face and a knowing look in your eyes, that remained trained on him, even when in the company of his or your friends. You never demanded conversation; in fact, there were days where you spoke little and just kept him company, respecting his occasional genuine need for silence as much as you successfully challenged it when you knew it was a facade. It baffled him, but he couldn’t say he disliked it. Far from it.

It took a while to get used to, and Regulus was not sure if he ever could entirely. He had grown up with everyone wanting something from him – his parents wanted the perfect heir after Sirius left, his friends wanted chaos, his brother wanted his trust. He dealt with it all by aiming for perfection, for control and precision, but he knew it was crushing him. Then, you – you had never once asked anything of him. You were just there one day, and you never left.

The habit of it all did start to settle and he found himself allowing you further and further in. A friendship formed, perhaps something more as well, and he revelled in it, even as the shame of doing so grew deep within him. The certainty that it was not forever was clear in his heart, but the way you looked at him, the way you spoke without a care in the world, made him think that maybe he could let himself enjoy this one thing while it lasted. 

He began making space for you in his everyday life, part subconsciously, waiting for you outside your classrooms, saving you a seat wherever he was, seeking you out and allowing you to seek him. It was unspoken, yet you picked up on it so easily, so beautifully, making him feel a twinge of safety that he ached to chase. As Barty often teased him, you had become attached at the hip.

Which is one of the main reasons why he ended up on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, leaning against the edge of a sofa with a novel in his hands – because you wanted to spend time with your friends, and where you are, he went.

Unfortunately, though, your friends were primarily Regulus’ brother and his fellow troublemakers.

The common room was loud, filled with the usual banter and shouting, much less controlled than that in Slytherin. While you had long grown accustomed to the buzz of energy in the air, finding comfort in it, you knew the same was not the case for Regulus, so you had a hand playing with the curls at the back of his head as you sat leaning on the sofa’s armrest.

He wasn’t part of the lively conversation about Quidditch plays – though you knew he actually had several strong opinions on this very topic – nor was he trying to laugh along with Sirius’ absurd stories. He was there, present, yet apart from it all, seemingly chewing on a thousand thoughts. You ached to save him from them, but for now you settled on looking happily down with him and enjoying the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

“Oi, sweetheart!” James all but shouted as he threw a tiny piece of crumpled up paper at you, trying to gain your attention. Regulus didn’t look up from his book, but his ears quirked up. “I was talking to you!”

“Oh, sorry Jamie,” you said and Regulus had to fight his smile at the dreamy sound in your voice. “Was distracted.”

“I can see that.” James looked pointedly between you and Regulus. You didn’t dignify his hinting with a response.

“What was it you were saying?”

“Just asking you about your take on the story Siri just told… which I’m now seeing you didn’t even listen to.” Before you could reply, Sirius cut in.

"How do you do it?" Sirius's voice was a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "Regulus barely tolerates people, and yet, there you are, right beside him, like it's the most natural thing in the world."

At that, Regulus had to look up, giving his brother a levelling glare for the unwanted attention. You only smiled in response, glancing at Regulus and his tense posture, hand in his hair never slowing. "There's nothing to it," you had said simply. "He’s not hard to understand once you take the time. It is the most natural thing in the world."

Sirius looked like he wanted to say more, eyes boring into both you and Regulus, whose face was angled back down into his book but whose attention was anywhere but – but before he could, Lily intervened, steering the conversation towards some drama she just learned from Slughorn.

You looked down at Regulus, reading his body language like the book he clearly was not, and in one languid movement slid down from your seat to plop beside him on the floor. He looked over at you, expression unreadable, and you beamed at him. 

The others carried on without much notice, except for Sirius who still had half an eye on you, raising a brow at your changed position from where he was draped over the armchair across the room. He glanced between you and his younger brother, visibly trying to figure out what the dynamic between you really was and what that meant for how he viewed you two. You paid it no mind, instead attentively zeroing in on Regulus and his mood.

You tucked your legs underneath you, leaning slightly closer to him. “You doing okay? You’ve been a bit quiet today,” you said softly, keeping your voice low enough so that the others wouldn’t hear.

Regulus’ eyes flickered toward you briefly, then over to the fire burning not far away from you, book forgotten in his lap. “I’m always quiet.”

“True,” you conceded with a grin, not deterred by his exterior attitude. “But this is the extra-brooding kind of quiet. The kind where your forehead does that little frowny thing.” You gestured to your own forehead, mimicking his usual frown.

He let out a short breath – something that was almost, but not quite, a laugh. 

“There it is!” you teased gently. 

Regulus shot you a look, one that others often labelled annoyance, but you could clearly tell was a form of confused entertainment. It seemed to ask you all the questions he would never say out loud. You had seen that look a lot, more than you could count, but it never stopped you from being your usual sunny self around him. If anything, it only made you want to stay closer.

“You don’t have to sit beside me, I’m fine,” he muttered after a moment, his voice so low it almost got lost in the noise of the room.

You shrugged and remained seated. “I know, but I want to.”

Silence settled between you two for a minute. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though; it never was. Despite how different you were, there was an odd sense of understanding that always seemed to hover between you. You could fill the space with chatter, or sit quietly, and somehow it was always okay. 

Though, as the life bustled around you, you noticed how his left leg was unruly and how he had not flipped a page in his book since you sat down – and you knew Regulus was a fast reader.

After a while, you gave him another soft nudge. “Wanna get some air?”

Regulus hesitated, glancing at you like he wasn’t sure if you were serious, but when you kept his gaze, he eventually nodded, internally grumbling about how he had just thought how some air would be nice. You smiled and stood up, extending a hand to him. He gave in and took it. You led him out of the common room, keeping his hand in yours, winding through the corridors until you found a quiet nook just outside by the Black Lake, far enough from the castle to escape the noise but close enough that you could still hear the faint murmur of the wind over the water.

You plopped down on the soft grass and patted the spot next to you. In your newfound privacy, Regulus didn’t hesitate to sit down beside you, his arms resting on his knees as he stared out at the lake.

You took a deep, loud breath, night air clearing through your lungs, and it inspired him to do the same, much to your liking.

“Better?” you asked, drawing your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them as you looked at him expectantly.

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze distant. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over both of you, and for a moment, you let the silence linger.

“Why do you do this?” Regulus finally asked, his voice low but tinged with something you had not heard before – something vulnerable.

“Do what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Follow me around,” he clarified, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Why do you bother with me? You could be with any of them.” He gestured vaguely back toward the castle where your friends were. “They’re fun, and loud, and… like you.”

The way he said it, like he was utterly convinced that you should be with people more like you, made your heart ache. You knew what he was trying to do – push you away, not with anger but with insecurity. He did this sometimes when his own thoughts became too heavy, you had seen it. 

“Yeah, they’re fun,” you said lightly, keeping your tone easy. “But so are you. I like spending time with you, so I want to be here. With you.”

Regulus’ brow furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his head. He didn’t get it. You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to, he just had to accept it, but you knew he was not quite ready for that.

“I don’t–” He exhaled sharply, frustration creeping into his voice. “I don’t understand why you chose me.”

You laugh a little at that, and he tries to ignore how it makes his heart race. “You say it like there was some grand plan and thoughtful process. I just spoke to you and found out I really like speaking to you, so I continued. I don’t know Reggie, I just like you. There doesn’t need to be any more to it than that.”

He stared at you silently, clearly trying to digest your words. This was the first time he challenged you about your friendship directly, before he had only hinted that maybe you shouldn’t run around with the likes of me, to which you had simply disagreed.

You smiled at him softly, wanting to guide him through what he was feeling. You leaned back on your hands as you looked up at the stars. “You want to know the truth?”

He didn’t respond, but you knew he was listening.

“You occupy my every thought, Regulus,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “So it’s only fitting you occupy my personal space as well. Even when I’m laughing with James, teasing Sirius, or debating something with Remus… I’m always thinking about you.”

Regulus’s mouth was slightly agape as he stared at you, and you had to fight a giggle at how flabbergasted he seemed – now was not the time.

He blinked, his confusion deepening. “Why?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Because you’re you, you’re Regulus. You don’t need to see it, because I do. I like the way you’re quiet but notice everything. I like the way you actually listen when I talk. I like the way you’re thoughtful, even if you try to hide it behind that whole grumpy façade.” You reached out, nudging his knee with your foot. “I like you, Regulus. Just as you are.”

He stared at you, utterly perplexed, like he couldn’t comprehend why someone like you, someone oh so lovely and lively, would be drawn to him of all people. But you just told him he didn’t need to get it – you got it for the both of you.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You could have anyone. Someone who’s better at… this.” He gestured vaguely between you two.

You leaned closer to him, keeping your eyes on his. “Maybe. But I don’t want anyone else.”

Regulus let out a quiet, almost involuntary laugh, as if the mere concept was funny to him, and you grinned, feeling like you’d just won some kind of secret victory.

“You’re a bit ridiculous, you know that?” There was no bite in his voice. In fact, the shine in his eyes almost looked… relieved. Like he was starting to believe you.

You scooted a little closer, closing the gap between you two, placing a tentative hand on his elbow “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” You felt some of the tension melt off of him as he leaned into the feeling of your shoulder against his. 

For a while, neither of you spoke, just sitting there by the lake, stars twinkling overhead. And though Regulus didn’t say it, you could feel the shift in him – something was softening, letting go.

After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… different.”

“Good different?” you asked, smiling softly.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Good different.”

You beamed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Good. Though you better get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus had a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. When he spoke next, it was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him, but you did – and flowers bloomed in your chest. 

“I’m glad.”

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“spin” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 410 words

CW: drinking / smoking

“Ok! We’re playing fuck, marry, kill!” Barty announces, overly excited.

The party has been over for a while, but there’s still a group of them lingering in the common room playing random drinking games and they’re all fairly drunk by this point.

“Alright…” Barty thinks, looking around the circle “Reg! Fuck, marry, kill–”

“James.” Regulus answers instantly without letting Barty finish.

“Ugh. Reggie, you have to wait for the… wait what?!” Sirius starts then cuts himself off when he registers what Regulus said.

“You want to fuck James?!” Sirius asks looking shocked and appalled.

“You want to marry me?” James swoons with hearts in his eyes.

“I think you’re both focusing on the wrong thing here.” Peter tries to interject.

“I think we should have played spin the bottle instead.” Marlene grumbles under her breath from the other side of the circle.

“The bottle’s pointing at James!” Regulus yells as he starts crawling across the circle to James.

“No one even spun the bottle, Reg.” Dorcas tries to grab Regulus but he’s too far away, so she just falls back to where she was laying in Marlene’s lap.

“I don’t think Reg knows how to play any of these games.” Remus says as he passes a joint to Peter so he can try to grab Sirius who just got out of the chair the two of them are sharing.

“Stop that right now! What is happening!?” Sirius trips on his way to try and pull Regulus off James to stop what has turned into a rather intense make out session.

“Is no one concerned that Reg wants to kill James?” Peter asks seriously as he lets out a puff of smoke.

“He doesn’t actually want to kill James, you high idiot.” Mary rolls her eyes and smacks Peter on the back of the head as she steals the joint.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Reg has some weird kinks.” Evan says as he’s reaching for the half empty bottle in the middle of the circle that was never spun, but is pointing at James.

“I think everyone’s really drunk and we should all go to bed.” Lily announces from her spot on the floor, dropping her head on the couch behind her.

“I think you’re really pretty.” Pandora looks at Lily from where she is laying upside down on the couch with her legs hanging over the back, her head laying right beside Lily’s.

Regulus and James continue to make out, completely oblivious to everything else around them.