#and reg who was just sitting there thinking about how much he loves james like ?? what im fine?

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The Plan

Jegulus centric fic, background wolfstar. My little oblivious babies.

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“Reg ! Reg I have something to tell you “Remus blurted out as soon as he saw Regulus sitting at their designated table in the library.

“Well spit it out then we don’t have all day” Regulus sighed thinking that Sirius and James had finally gotten to Remus being the way he was jumping and smiling.

“Me and Sirius” he started

“Sirius and I” interrupted Regulus looking at him incredulously “honestly Remus what has gotten into you today ?”

“Ok will you shut up and listen !” Remus snapped though still smiling

“Yes yes sorry go on” Regulus said with a grimace already a little wary

“Ok so Sirius and I are dating” Remus rambled out with flushed cheeks

“My brother, Remus really?” Said Regulus with fake disappointment he knew his brother was always mad for the brown haired boy

“Oh shut up” the brown haired boy in question said still beaming

“Now only you and Prongs need to get together” remus sighed no doubt thinking of chaotic double dates

“Why would me and that obnoxious twit get together ?” Regulus scrambled out not hiding his nervousness so well

“Because my darling reggie you’re in love with him no matter how much you deny it and he is in love with you and he makes no effort whatsoever to deny it” Remus said smugly

“He what now” blurted Regulus surprised

“He is in love with you” Remus said slowly as if talking to a kid

“Don’t get my hopes up like that Remus” Regulus sighed knowing there’s no point in denying it

“I’m telling the truth” Remus said indigantly

“I don’t wanna talk about it alright ? Let’s just study” snapped Regulus

“Love” called out Remus as soon as he entered his dorm

“Yes darling” Sirius yelled out

“Come out here please” Remus said fondly

“Hi” said Sirius with an adorable smile leaning up to kiss Remus

“Hi” sighed out Remus with a lovesick smile

“So what did you want to tell me ?” said Sirius jumping up on his bed while patting the space beside him

“Well you know how James stares at Reg all the time” said Remus climbing in the bed

“Yes.. he’s made it so obvious he doesn’t even hide it anymore” murmured Sirius

“And you know Reg likes him back” Remus said slowly as if anticipating an outburst

“I know that too but of them are too big of cowards to ask each other out” Sirius sighed

“Exactly !” Remus said with excitement

“So what are you saying” Sirius said warily

“We get them together !” Remus basically yelled

“My brother and my best friends who basically my brother ? you want me to get my two brothers together ?” Sirius commanded

“Okay weren’t you just saying those two need to get together” Remus said

“Well yes but I don’t want a hand in it” pouted Sirius

“Oh come on love get your brothers together (pause) ok no that sounded weird get your brother and your best mate together” Remus said with excitement

“Fine fine just because you want them to” Sirius said petulantly

“Oh you know you want them to get together so they would stop being such sorry sods” Remus teased

“Who’s a sorry sod ?” James interrupted

“No one” Sirius and Remus chorused

“Ok how about we hang mistletoe everywhere” suggested Sirius

“Won’t work they’ll just kiss on the forehead or cheek no” Remus said

“So we just need them to get at the same place at the same time, right” mumbled Remus

“Well, James goes to the library everyday hoping to catch a glimpse of him and he goes to almost all Gryffindor quidditch practices just to see James whilst pretending he’s coming to support me” Sirius said thoughtfully

“How the hell do they not figure it out ?” snapped Remus

“Babe, they’re fully convinced it’s unrequited love, those pretentious pieces of shit” Sirius smirked

“Oh I know, they’re both daft pricks” Remus no more than yelled

“I have an idea” Sirius said warily

“I hate Remus why the hell did he want to study out here in the freezing cold at 12 on a Saturday” Regulus thought going towards the lake where Remus had asked them to meet

“Bloody hell why are there more people out here” he mumbled looking at a silhouette

Getting closer he recognized James

“Potter?” he shouted so as James could hear

James turned around wearing a green jumper and a scarf

“Regulus” James grinned albeit a little confused

“What are you doing here and where’s Remus” said a trembling Regulus

“Shit you’re cold” James stated

“Here” James said wrapping his scarf around Regulus

“Thanks Potter” Regulus said with flushed cheeks

“Don’t thank me for such a small thing Reg”

“Now to answer your earlier question I am here because Sirius asked me to meet him here to plan Quidditch strategies, and I’m sorry but I have no idea where Remus is, why are you looking for him though?” James questioned

“Oh, he wanted to study, why out here I will never know” Regulus said with his teeth chattering

“Let me just” said James while putting a warming charm on Regulus after frowning at the way his teeth chattered

“Tha- “

“No I said no” James interrupted Regulus

“Right” Regulus said looking away

“What are you doing tomorrow” James asked with a small nervous smile

“Tomorrow?”

“Hogsmead, remember?” James grinned

“Ohh I forgot about that” said Regulus

“Would you want to-“ James said

“Hey Reg, James sorry we got caught up in something” Sirius interrupted coming out of no where

“Yeah sorry, Reg you wanna go now ?” Remus said with an embarrassed smile

“Yeah yeah lets go” Regulus said with a rejected sort of smile

“So what were you two talking about then” Sirius mumbled while looking at Remus and Regulus going

“Nothing” James said with a sad smile, when was he going to get a chance to ask the boy he so desperately looks forward to see everyday, actually that wasn’t fair he had gotten plenty of chances to ask him out but he chickened out everytime

“Well it seems the universe wants me to see you” Regulus said instead of a greeting when he saw James in the astronomy tower

“Hello to you too Reg” said James without even turning around still looking at the stars

“So what are you doing up here ?” Regulus asked

“Contemplating” Jame sanswered

“If that isn’t the most vague answer ever, what’s gotten into you Potter ?” Regulus asked

“Ok see imagine if you like a guy, and you’re like 90% sure the guy likes you back, would you ask him out ?” James said instead of answering in a straight forward manner

“What are you trying to say ?” said Regulus nervously

“ I’m saying I like a guy, he’s a bit younger than me, moody, doesn’t like to talk much but is amazingly nice, he has an older brother who’s a bit of a prat but lovable nonetheless and he has this weird aversion to the colour red . I want to ask him out should I ?”

“Yeah yeah I think you should” Regulus mumbled not looking at James

“So Regulus Black would you go to hogsmead with me tomorrow ?” James asked nervously

“James potter I would love to go to hogsmead with you tomorrow” Regulus replied grinning

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same, babe

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I hate you... I think.

Sirius Black x fem!reader ✩ 5.5k words

summary: wedding preparations are underway and suddenly you and Sirius are spending a lot more time together. the fallout from the balcony hangs heavy over your head.

cw: enemies to friends to ???, angst, tiny pinch of fluff at the end, reader is quite lonely and sad at the start

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Guilt.

It’s settled into the corners of your flat. No matter how often you clean–scrub the kitchen counters, rearrange the bookshelves, open every window wide enough to let London itself crawl in–it stays.

It’s not just the guilt about what you said that night. It’s the silence that has followed.

Regulus moved out not long after. Not because of what happened, he insisted, he and James had been planning it for weeks. They’d just waited to break the news until after the party. “Didn’t want it to feel like I was abandoning you,” he said, which was funny, because that’s exactly how it felt.

The flat is emptier without him. Regulus wasn’t loud, but his presence filled in the edges. He knew when to speak and when to sit in silence. He made tea without asking, left the lights on in the hall because he knew you hated walking into dark rooms, and always took the side of the couch that creaked.

Now? It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

You haven’t seen Sirius since the balcony. Haven’t spoken, not even in passing. He’s disappeared from your life. Just as you wanted.

Still, you hear about him.

James is around more now. You’ve accepted more dinner invitations than you’d like to admit, and you tell yourself it’s for Regulus. For James. Because you want to be a good friend.

But you dread it every time. Because someone always brings him up. Always.

“Oh, Sirius stopped by to help unpack,” James says, all casual and clueless, when you offer to do the same.  

"Pads came to brunch last week—he’s doing fine,” says Lily, who isn’t clueless, and watches your face just a beat too long.

Fine.

He’s fine.

At first, you thought the silence between you was what you wanted. Needed, even. But the longer it’s gone on, the more brittle your resolve becomes.

 Because you do think about him.

You think about the way he looked that night on the balcony—how small his voice got, how he said, “I don’t flirt with you because it’s funny. I flirt because I’m in love with you.”

You think about the way he walked away when you told him to go.

You told yourself he was a coward.

 But he stayed. He stood there, laid himself bare, and let you hurt him. Let you have the final word.

-

The street is quiet when you arrive, the sky cast in soft twilight. You hesitate on the stoop longer than you should, fingers curled into your coat sleeves, already bracing yourself for the ache. For the part of you that will want to turn around the moment you walk in. But you don’t. You ring the bell.

The door swings open almost immediately, and Regulus is there, warm and shining in a way that still feels new but suits him perfectly.

“There you are,” he says, and without another word, pulls you into a hug.

You stiffen for a beat, then relax into him, pressing your face to his shoulder. He smells like expensive laundry detergent and that stupid cologne James loves. You don’t realise how much you missed him until he exhales and holds you tighter.

“Missed you,” he murmurs.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Missed you too, Reg.”

He pulls back with a reluctant sigh, hands still resting on your arms. His expression softens, but there’s a flicker of something nervous there, too.

“Okay,” he says carefully. “Don’t hate me.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Sirius is here,” he says quickly, like ripping off a plaster. “I didn’t invite him for you, I swear. James insisted. And—look, I only need you to stay for half an hour. Thirty minutes. You can time it.”

You sigh, long and deep, already regretting your choices.

“I’ll make you tea,” Regulus adds, desperate now. “Or something stronger. Or I’ll pretend to have a migraine and kick everyone out. Please.”

You give him a flat look, but you’re already nodding. “Half an hour,” you repeat. “That’s it.”

“Bless you,” he says, guiding you into the house. “You’re a saint.”

“Mm, not quite.”

The living room is warm and golden with low lamplight and scattered laughter. James is perched on the arm of the sofa, mid-story, while Sirius lounges beside him, drink in hand and laugh halfway out of his throat.

The moment you step into the room, Sirius sees you.

He stops mid-laugh, something freezing behind his eyes. He straightens instinctively, shoulders tightening as if on a pulled string.

You pause in the doorway, stiff and sharp, gaze skimming just past him like he’s a ghost you refuse to acknowledge. He mirrors you exactly—his eyes flick once, then away, jaw setting.

The air changes. Tenses. Even without words, your presence redraws the room.

Only James remains gloriously unaware.

“You came!” he exclaims, beaming at you like the sun personified. “Fantastic. Come in, sit down—do you want a drink? I made that thing with rosemary again. It’s better this time.”

“I’m fine,” you say politely, taking the armchair nearest Regulus, as far from Sirius as the room allows.

James flops back onto the couch beside Sirius. Regulus claims the space next to him, casting you a subtle glance. He’s watching your face like a weather gauge, ready to intervene if the temperature drops any lower.

“So,” James says, lifting his glass with a theatrical flourish, “Reg and I have a question.”

Regulus clears his throat. “A serious one.”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a slightly rumpled envelope, and hands it to you with quiet ceremony.

You take it, frowning, and slide the card free.

There’s no big reveal. Just a line, scrawled in Regulus’ immaculate handwriting:

Will you be my best woman?

You blink. Look up at him.

Regulus shrugs, half-smiling. “I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.”

Your heart squeezes. You nod before you can think better of it.

“Of course.”

Regulus lets out a soft, relieved breath and leans forward to squeeze your hand once, grateful and grounding.

Across the room, James claps a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, nearly spilling his drink.

“And you—mate, I want you to be my best man.”

Sirius blinks. “Really?”

“Of course really! Who else would I ask? You’re my brother in all but name.”

Sirius huffs a laugh, blinking fast, like he wasn’t expecting to be asked and wouldn’t have dared to hope.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to,” he says. “Thanks, Prongs.”

James grins and throws an arm around both brothers, heedless of the tension in Sirius’ shoulders. “Look at us. Dream team.”

You meet Sirius’ eyes across the room.

There’s no smirk this time, no sly wink or half-baked joke. Just a strained, tentative curve of his lips—a quiet acknowledgment.

You return it with a ghost of your own. Tight. Brief. A silent, uneasy truce.

You’re both thinking the same thing, even if you don’t say it:

This means you’ll have to see each other. A lot.

There will be planning meetings, suit fittings, speeches to write, shared responsibilities. There will be dinners and decisions and maybe, if the universe is particularly cruel, a stag weekend.

You hold his gaze a moment longer, then look away first.

Sirius stands not long after the question is asked, setting his empty glass on the side table with practiced care.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” he says, voice too light, too casual. “Got an early morning.”

James turns with a pout. “Already?”

Sirius shrugs, already stepping toward the door.

You meet his eyes, just for a second. There’s a flicker of something behind them—weariness, maybe. Or something quieter. A strained smile tugs at his mouth followed by a brief nod, barely there, and you mirror it instinctively, brittle and uneven.

Regulus watches the whole thing with a careful, unreadable expression.

“Night,” Sirius says, not quite looking at you again.

“Night,” Regulus echoes and he’s gone, the front door shutting behind him like a held breath finally released.

James stretches with a groan. “Alright, I’m gross,” he announces, already kicking off his shoes. “Shower time. You can both survive without me, yes?”

“Have for a long time, Jamie.” Regulus responds, rolling his eyes fondly.

James tosses him a wink as he disappears up the stairs, humming something off-key as he goes.

The quiet that follows isn’t uncomfortable—not exactly. You’re curled up at one end of the sofa, legs tucked beneath you, sipping tea Regulus made the moment Sirius left. He’s opposite you, one leg drawn up, arm slung along the back of the cushions. There’s a softness to him now, all the sharp edges rounded by the glow of lamplight and something deeper. Something content.

It should be peaceful.

But then the conversation lulls. The music playing from the speaker fades into a slow, instrumental track, and you catch Regulus watching you.

He says it quietly. No judgment. Just a fact that’s been waiting its turn.

“You hurt him.”

Your hand stills on the mug.

The warmth of the tea bleeds into your skin, but you feel cold again—like cold air has crept inside with you and settled in your bones.

You don’t look at Regulus. “I know.”

He says nothing at first. Just lets the words hang, heavy and low. When he speaks again, it’s quieter. “Why?”

It’s not an accusation. It’s not even disappointment. It’s curiosity, the kind that only comes from someone who’s known you long enough to wait for the real answer.

You could lie. Say it was a reflex. Say you were angry. Say it was about the past. And it wouldn’t be false, exactly—but it wouldn’t be honest, either.

So you say nothing for a long time. And then:

“I wanted him to stop,” you murmur. “To finally stop pretending. Stop playing whatever game he thought he was playing with me.”

Regulus tilts his head slightly, dark eyes steady on yours. “He wasn’t pretending.”

You close your eyes. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence.

And then, softer still: “He meant it.”

You nod once. “I know.”

“And you still sent him away.”

Your throat tightens. “I know.”

Regulus lets out a slow exhale, and it’s not frustrated. It’s not angry. It’s sad. Gentle.

“I think you’re scared,” he says at last.

You let out a quiet, humourless laugh. “Of what?”

“Of forgiving him,” he says. “Of letting go of all the reasons you’ve held onto for hating him. Because if you do that, you have to admit something worse.”

You finally glance at him. “What’s worse than hating Sirius Black?”

Regulus offers a faint, sympathetic smile. “Wanting him.”

You look away again. “I don’t want him, I just wish I wasn’t so cruel.”

He sighs like he doesn’t believe you but he doesn’t press you. Just sips his tea, calm as ever.

-

Turns out, planning a wedding takes a long time so being trapped in Sirius’ orbit comes around a lot quicker than you expect. 

Somehow, you’re left alone with Sirius. James had outright declared that instead of traditional stag dos, he wanted a big group get together. Anything to celebrate, to have fun, with all the people he and Reg love most.

That's left you and Sirius to try your best to plan it. 

The silence is almost unbearable.

You’re standing in Regulus and James’ kitchen, hands braced on the counter while the kettle rumbles behind you like it’s trying to fill the space. You’re supposed to be brainstorming ideas. Making notes. Collaborating.

Instead, Sirius is lounging in the doorway like he owns the place, arms crossed, one foot resting against the frame, watching you with something between amusement and exasperation.

“You’re seriously suggesting board games,” he says flatly, like the words themselves offend him.

You don’t turn around. “Not just board games. A quiet weekend. Something relaxing. Maybe a rented cottage. Countryside. A lake, if we’re lucky.”

He snorts. “You want to celebrate their last weekend before marriage by knitting in silence?”

You roll your eyes. “I want something they’ll actually enjoy. Not some drunken free-for-all.”

“That’s the whole point of a stag,” he argues, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the kitchen. “Come on, it’s James. He’d love a pub crawl and a karaoke bar and waking up in someone’s flower bed.”

You arch a brow, finally turning to face him. “And Regulus?”

Sirius falters, and lacks a rebuttal. 

“Exactly,” you say, folding your arms. “So we split the difference. Somewhere nice, away from London. Cocktails, board games, charades if we must. Some space to breathe. Maybe a hike.”

He groans, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re killing me. A hike?”

You ignore him. “And no strippers.”

He gives you a disgusted look. ”Christ, I wasn't going to suggest that. Who do you think I am?”

You scoff, “That's not far from the realm of possibility with you,” Your tone is biting as you shake your head, as the kettle clicks behind you and steam curls into the air. 

You turn to pour the tea–more out of habit than necessity–and slide one mug across the counter toward him without looking.

He takes it. Doesn’t say thank you. You didn’t expect him to.

It's too easy to fall into insults and vitriol with him. The guilt settles in again.

You sit down at the kitchen table, Sirius sliding into the chair opposite you after a few seconds of hesitation. He taps a spoon against the edge of the mug, rhythmic and unfocused.

You hesitate before speaking, mouth opening and closing. 

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, barely audible. “For that night how I spoke to you.”

He shakes his head, eyes pinned on his tea. 

“You don’t have to be sorry for that.”

“I do,” fingers tightening around your own mug, “I don’t regret what I said, but I do regret how. No one deserves to be spoken to the way I spoke to you.”

Sirius lifts his head to look at you, pausing to weigh up his next words. 

“I think the only way I would've listened is with it being said the way you did.”

Words don’t come to you as easily as you’d hoped now. It's strange, he’s not defensive or angry, just soft in his surrender. So you sip your tea, looking at him over the lip of the mug, hoping that’s the end of it. 

Sirius extends a hand to you, across the table, crossing the chasm. 

“Shall we try being friends?” he asks, a plea written over his face.

When you hesitate he adjusts, meeting you halfway.

“Or just civil, if you prefer.”

With that, you nod and lean forward to shake his hand. 

-

Then there’s the suit fitting for the boys.

You’re already regretting agreeing to help with it by the time you get to the shop. It smells like cedar and champagne, and everyone inside is impossibly attractive.

Regulus is running late. Of course.

Which leaves you and Sirius standing awkwardly in the entryway, beside a rack of velvet blazers.

Sirius doesn’t speak at first. Neither do you.

You pretend to scroll through your phone, and he pretends not to glance at you from the corner of his eye.

Eventually, he clears his throat.

“Didn’t think you’d come,” he says, voice low and neutral.

You glance at him. “Regulus asked.”

He nods, lips pressing into a line. “Right.”

More silence.

A tailor appears, and ushers you both toward the fitting rooms. Regulus is still missing in action, but the shop clearly has instructions to get started.

Sirius is straight into the hot seat. He steps onto the little pedestal, shrugging into one of the sample jackets. It’s emerald green with black lapels and fits him like sin.

You try not to notice. You fail.

“What do you think?” the tailor asks, adjusting the hem with quick, practiced hands.

Sirius glances at you through the mirror. “Well?” he says. “You do have opinions.”

You arch an eyebrow, arms folded. “It’s alright.”

“Just alright?”

“Your hair’s distracting. Pull it back properly.”

He rolls his eyes but obeys, grabbing a hair tie from his wrist. When he turns back to the mirror, you can’t help but give a small nod.

“There,” you say. “Better.”

The tailor beams. “Agreed. You’ve got an eye for it.”

Sirius smirks a little at that, and for a second, it feels almost normal. Almost easy.

Then Regulus barrels in, apologizing for the delay, and the moment snaps.

But later, when Sirius is stepping down from the pedestal and you’re arguing over cufflinks—silver or black—you notice something strange. You’re agreeing with him.

You’re both pointing to the same fabric swatch, the same boutonniere, the same damn waistcoat.

“God,” you mutter, flipping through the catalogue again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I think you’re right.”

Sirius blinks at you like you’ve grown a second head. Then smirks, smug and infuriating.

“Careful,” he says. “Say that again and I might die of shock.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it.”

But you don’t bite. Don’t snap. Don’t look for the old sharp edges between you.

And that’s when you realize it: you’re truly not angry anymore.

-

Cake tasting is worse.

Not because of Sirius, surprisingly, but because everything tastes amazing and Regulus refuses to commit to a single flavour and James just loves everything.

“Maybe we do tiers,” he’s saying, mouth full of chocolate ganache. “Like, different ones for each layer.”

You’re scribbling notes. Sirius is twirling a fork between his fingers, watching you both with that annoyingly observant look he gets when he’s trying not to talk but wants to say something anyway.

“You’re fidgeting,” you mutter without looking at him.

He stops instantly. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

“You’re imagining it.”

Regulus cuts in before the bickering can escalate. “Alright, thoughts on this one?” he asks, pushing the next plate toward you.

It's a vanilla sponge with elderflower buttercream. You try it. Sirius tries it. You both pause at the same time.

“Too floral,” you say.

“Too floral,” Sirius echoes, just a second behind you.

You glance at each other. He grins. It’s brief. Barely there. But real.

And suddenly, it’s happening again.

You’re agreeing. You’re passing plates to each other without flinching. You’re sharing a look when Regulus asks if they should consider lemon curd. You’re functioning.

It’s not comfortable, exactly, but it’s familiar. Like a jacket you haven’t worn in years that still fits. A little snug, a little worn, but yours.

Then Sirius opens his mouth and says something that should piss you off.

“Honestly,” he muses, licking a smear of icing from his thumb, “we should just let James choose the cake. The man eats enough of it to qualify as an expert.”

You stare at him. If it was just left to James a decision would never be made.

He looks up at you, expectant. Like he knows he’s poking the bear.

You open your mouth to argue. You really do.

But instead of unleashing some scathing retort, you just…

Huff.

You huff. Roll your eyes. Flick a crumb off the table.

And inside your own head, something shifts.

Oh, you think.

I don’t think I hate you anymore.

- 

The weekend starts off hopeful. You book a cottage in the Cotswolds—something rustic but charming, with just enough rooms for everyone and a generous common space where you can pretend this is still about Regulus and James. There are board games stacked on a crooked shelf, a clawfoot tub with questionable plumbing, and a fireplace so large it demands storytelling.

It’s perfect. In theory.

The fire crackles softly, and the air is thick with warmth and wine and the kind of joy that feels both temporary and golden. You’re curled up on the couch beside Regulus, knees brushing his, one hand wrapped around a glass of something red and heady. James is sprawled on the rug, half on top of Remus, who has long given up pretending to mind.

Laughter is easy now. Familiar. You're flushed from the wine, something like peace settling over your ribs for the first time in a long time. And suddenly, you feel more comfortable surrounded by these people you didn't know all that well a few months ago.

“So,” you say, a little too loudly, a little too gleefully, “I think I have to tell you all that Reg really fancied James in school, it was ridiculous.”

James perks up immediately. “He what?”

Regulus groans beside you. “No. No, we’re not doing this—”

“Oh, we absolutely are,” you grin, waving your glass for emphasis. “I had to live through it. You don’t get to erase history just because you finally pulled.”

Lily leans in with dangerous interest. “I want every detail.”

“It was tragic,” you say dramatically, leaning back like a stage performer. “He used to follow James around like some moody twat. Always coincidentally needing to be at the Quidditch pitch. Or the library. Or the corridor outside the Gryffindor common room at exactly the moment James walked by.”

James is bright red and grinning. “Oh my god, you stalked me.”

“I was subtle,” Regulus hisses, hiding his face behind his glass.

“Subtle?” you scoff. “Once, he actually tripped over a bench because he was too busy staring at you. You asked if he was okay and he blushed so hard I thought he was going to combust.

James is laughing so hard he nearly spills his drink. “Reggie!”

“It was a stressful time!” Regulus cries, voice muffled by his own hands. “You were very–tall! And charming! And you had that ridiculous floppy hair–”

You’re laughing now, really laughing, shoulders shaking, hand clutching your side as Regulus slides lower and lower into the couch like he’s hoping to be swallowed whole. He’s grinning too, even if his ears are red.

And you don’t notice Sirius is gone until much later.

It’s only when the room has settled into a quieter lull, when the laughter has faded into the lazy warmth of half-finished drinks and soft music–that you realise he isn’t there. You think back and can’t remember him laughing with the rest of you. Can’t remember him adding anything. You remember him standing. A glass set down quietly. A hand brushing the wall on his way out.

You frown, but brush it off. Maybe he went to the kitchen. Maybe he needed air.

Eventually, you excuse yourself–blaming the wine, the endless glasses of water after, the curse of your perfectly healthy bladder–and head down the narrow hallway toward the bathroom.

You’re not trying to snoop. Not really.

You’re halfway down the corridor when you hear it.

A soft, wet sound. Muffled, but not enough. A hitch of breath. A sharp inhale that doesn't quite land.

You pause.

Sirius’ door is ajar.

You wouldn’t have stopped, wouldn’t have noticed, but the light spills out in a thin strip onto the hallway carpet. And through the crack, you see him.

His back is to the door, hunched on the edge of the bed. His shoulders shake once. Then again.

The sound is unmistakable.

He’s crying.

Not loud, not dramatic. Just quietly, like someone who’s had a lot of practice making their pain smaller. More manageable. Easy to ignore.

Your stomach twists.

You shouldn’t be seeing this. He didn’t want to be seen. That much is clear.

But you don’t move. You can’t.

So you push forward. Quietly. Calmly. Softly. 

“You okay?”

Sirius startles at the sound of your voice, sniffing before lifting a hand to harshly scrub at his face and turning around. 

“I don’t want to speak to you, Y/N.” The sharpness of his voice stuns you for a moment, before you nod.

“Right,” you murmur, “I can get James or Regulus or… anyone else if you need me to.”

“Just leave me alone please.” he sniffs, scrunching his eyes shut to try and alleviate the pressure that’s built there.

“Okay…” you whisper, before quietly starting to edge your way out of the room.

You’re halfway down the hall, breath caught somewhere in your chest, when you hear it.

A soft, broken thing.

Your name.

It’s not loud. Barely even reaches you. But it lands like a stone in your gut.

You freeze. Turn.

Sirius is standing there in the doorway, hair tousled, face blotchy and damp in the low light. He doesn’t speak, just lifts his chin slightly. Nods toward the room.

An invitation. A plea.

You hesitate for a heartbeat. Two.

Then you nod back, and follow him inside.

He doesn’t sit again. Just paces, sharply, like he can’t quite settle. You stand by the bed, not quite sure where to look. The silence between you crackles, not with anger this time, but with something sadder. Older.

“Sorry,” he mutters eventually, voice rough. “For snapping. I just… I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

You don’t say anything right away. You’re still watching him. Watching the way he won’t meet your eyes. The way he presses the heel of his hand to his chest like he’s trying to keep something inside from breaking loose.

Sirius stops pacing. His hand falls from his chest, and he looks at you, really looks at you—eyes tired, lashes still damp, vulnerability clinging to him like a second skin.

“I think I just realised,” he says quietly, voice hoarse and cracking at the edges, “how much of Reg’s life I’ve missed. When you were telling those stories earlier. Things I didn’t know. Should’ve known. I was his brother and I… I didn’t see any of it.”

You stay quiet, giving him the space to keep going, to spill whatever’s clinging to the inside of his ribs.

He takes a shaky breath, still watching you like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to.

“Thank you,” he says, softer now. “For being there for him. For… staying when I didn’t.”

You blink, the weight of his sincerity catching you off guard. But your response comes easily. Truth always does.

“Of course,” you say simply. “He’s my best friend.”

That cracks something in Sirius further—just a hairline fracture, but you see it. His shoulders slump, like your kindness is more painful than your silence ever was.

“I think I was so caught up in trying not to be like my family,” he says after a long moment, “that I didn’t realise I was still doing the same thing. Pushing people away. Being cruel. Seeing everything in black and white.”

He lets out a small, bitter laugh. “I didn’t care that I hurt anyone. I thought I was right. That if I kept running fast enough, far enough, I could outrun everything they made me.”

His eyes flick up to yours. “And that included you. I hurt you. I know I did. And I’m sorry. I should’ve said that a long time ago.

You breathe in slowly, letting the words settle between you. Letting the truth of them wrap around the ache that’s lived in you for too long.

“You said it yourself that night on the balcony,” you murmur. “We were children.”

Your eyes meet. Neither of you look away this time.

“And as much as I pretend I’m angry at you for it,” you continue, voice barely above a whisper, “I haven’t been. Not in a long time. Not for myself, anyway.”

His brows crease, just slightly. “For Regulus?”

You nod. “He deserved more from you. But… I think you know that now.”

“I do,” he says immediately, like the words have been waiting on his tongue for years. “And it wasn’t a good reason to do any of it, was it? Being mean. Shutting down. I didn’t even try to explain.”

“No,” you agree, not unkindly. “It’s not.”

There's silence again.

“But…” you say, shifting slightly, “I don’t think it makes you a bad person.”

He scoffs lightly, but you don’t let him look away.

“I mean it,” you say, firmer now. “It pains me to admit it–and I will deny this if you ever repeat it–but you’re a good man, Sirius.”

Sirius goes quiet again. You can see him chewing over your words like they’re foreign, like they don’t quite fit in his mouth. His hands are trembling slightly—just enough that you notice.

“I don’t think I deserve to be forgiven,” he admits, at last. Voice flat. Not self-pitying, not defensive, just hollow. Like it’s not up for debate. Like he’s already decided.

You don’t answer right away. You look at him, really look. His eyes are ringed with exhaustion, the kind that doesn’t come from lack of sleep but from carrying too many years of blame and nowhere to put it.

“Well,” you say, slowly, “Regulus already has.”

Sirius flinches—just barely, but it’s there.

You shift your weight, cross your arms tighter around yourself. “And I’m… on my way there.”

That does it.

He lets out a breath like it’s been knocked from him. A low, shaking sound that’s too much like grief. Like release. His eyes drop, and when they close again, more tears slip out; quiet and relentless.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, trying to wipe them away again, but his hands won’t cooperate, and the more he tries to pull himself together, the more he falls apart. “Fuck—sorry, I—”

“Sirius,” you say softly.

He shakes his head, still not looking at you, still hunched in on himself like he can fold all the shame away. “You shouldn’t be kind to me. You shouldn’t.”

You take one step forward. Then another.

He doesn’t stop you. Just breathes in short, shallow bursts, one trembling hand clutched at the hem of his shirt like he’s trying to keep himself from unraveling.

And you don’t know what else to do. You don’t know what to say. You were never good at this part—the softness. The comfort. The aftermath.

So you do the only thing that comes to you.

You wrap your arms around him.

It’s awkward, at first. He’s rigid, stiff, like he doesn’t know what’s happening or why. But then his arms come around you, slow and tentative. Then desperate. He clutches onto you tightly, like he doesn’t believe you’re real. His face tucks into your shoulder, and you feel it, his breath stuttering against your collarbone, his chest trembling with every ragged inhale.

You don’t say anything. You just hold him.

And the longer you do, the more you realize: you needed this too.

You melt into the embrace, eyes closing, arms tightening around him as something deep in you settles. You didn’t know how tightly you’d been wound until now, didn’t realise how much weight you were still carrying in your own chest. But it loosens here, in the quiet, in the space where neither of you is angry anymore.

Where it’s just the two of you, exhausted and grieving and soft in a way you haven’t been in a long time.

You don’t know how long you stand there. Long enough for the storm inside him to pass. Long enough for the tight grip of guilt inside your own ribs to begin to loosen.

Eventually, his breath evens out. His hands loosen their grip on your back. He shifts, just slightly, and you step back half a pace, just enough to look at him.

His eyes are red-rimmed, lashes clumped together. But there’s something calmer in his face now. Something quieter. Like he’s finally let go of something he’s been holding for years.

He doesn’t speak right away. Neither do you.

Then:

“Thank you,” he whispers, and it’s the first time he’s ever said it like he means it. Like it’s sacred. Like it’s everything.

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s searching for something, some answer in your eyes. Then, as if making up his mind, he gives a small nod, his lips curving up slightly in a weary smile.

“I think… I think we’re getting better at this,” he says, voice hoarse but more grounded than before.

You let out a breath. “I think so too.”

There’s still awkwardness, but it’s different now. Two people are finally starting to see each other for who they really are. Not the personas built from old wounds and past mistakes, but the messy, complicated people standing right in front of each other.

Sirius hesitates, his gaze flickering to the door for a moment before he looks back at you. “Do you think... Maybe we could do this? Be friends, I mean. Properly.”

You smile, the weight in your chest lightening as you finally let yourself believe in the possibility. "Yeah. I think we could.”

He nods, slow and careful.

“Okay,” he says. “Then let’s… try.”

You offer your hand again, but this time, not as a truce. Not out of obligation. Just something simple. Real.

He takes it.

And the guilt begins to lift.

Not gone. Not entirely. But quieter.

Manageable.

Something you can live with, now that you’re not carrying it alone.

masterlist <3

[elilelibeli]

YouTuber James x Editor Regulus

James is a YouTuber. He is big okay, like yes he started with vlogs and fairly common content but as he is very fun and outgoing and down to try anything and everything he becomes biig and now he makes movie production level videos of traveling, trying extreme scenarios, training for different stuff, like his youtube could be a reality tv show at this point.

Regulus has just escaped his house. He finally has some peace and is desperately trying to cling to it, does everything to keep it. He stays inside all the time so his family doesn’t find him, but he wants to do something with his time and make some money. Turns out he is really good at editing and he really enjoys it so he tries to pursue it seriously. This is when he gets hired to be an editor of James’s youtube channel.

James doesn’t know who his new editor is, he just knows that his team hired this new guy, who is really good but also doesn’t have a big work experience. So James starts leaving small messages in his videos, like “you should cut here”, “please do not put this in”, “the guy who is editing this, please make sure I don’t look absolutely stupid in this shot” stuff like that. It’s goofy, it’s sweet, it’s James in the most James way.

Regulus starts loving this, it’s like communicating with a guy who doesn’t know him but talks to him and only him specifically, it’s fun and makes hours of editing so fun.

He chooses to stay anonymous for safety reasons but chats with James about some editing questions and work related stuff. So when this chats become more regular James’s little messages in his videos become more frequent. Reg answers this with his editing like making funny cuts of James’s shots or like doing the opposite of what James asked in his videos, people love this. It becomes this known feud between James and his editor no one knows anything about. As this is very popular and knowing James he adores this “feud” they keep it up. They also keep up with chatting more and more, talking about more personal things. As the chatting gets more personal the video messages also get more personal, like James can be traveling and sees a book reg mentioned in chat and says “oh the editor guy, look what i’ve found, it’s the book you were ranting about” or like “oh I think you will like this view editor guy.”

Regulus realizes how much he loves this little video message and that he is genuinely slowly getting a massive crush on this goofy guy.

James also realizes on his end how he doesn’t even know the name of this guy, let alone how he looks or what type of person he really is.

It’s a really weird situation. One has a crush on a guy from a video he edits and the other has a crush on a guy who sits and edits him.

Will they meet? oh they will ;)

Will they find out more about each other? Of course!

Will there be black brothers drama? Of fucking course there will be, who do you think I am.

Will they live happily ever after? Abso fucking lutely they will!

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 10 - Euphemia Potter | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 638

Regulus, despite being strictly against waking up in the morning, had a body that decided to wake up at seven in the morning and not be able to go back to sleep. So, every morning, he has to slink out of bed and make his way downstairs, where Effie is always setting up her things to make breakfast while waiting for James and Fleamont to get back from their run and for Sirius to wake up.

She smiles at Regulus whens he hears him, “Good morning, Reg.”

“Morning.” 

The woman laughs at the tone, as she normally does, “You’re up a bit later than usual?”

Regulus groans, going to fill the kettle with some fresh water, “I laid in bed for a solid twenty minutes trying to coax my body to go back to sleep.” 

“You know that won’t work, how many times have you tried it?” 

He hums, “Yeah, but the definition of insanity is trying the same thing repeatedly hoping it’ll work, and my family most definitely has traces of insanity within our blood.” His quip makes the woman laugh again, a bell of a sound that relaxes Regulus��� tired limbs like honey -- she has the same laugh as James, just as bright and smooth and Regulus adores when he hears it from either of them. 

“We keep offering you the sleeping draughts that Lee makes, they’re always open to you.” Regulus shakes his head and is going to say something, but the door to the house opens and two voices fill the mostly quiet air, laughing. Regulus feels his heart soar at the sound, but he knows that he’s not going to see James quiet yet -- they like to shower immediately after their run, something about their day being all off if they go around feeling gross from it if they wait too long. But Fleamont always has a different plan. 

In comes the man to the kitchen, opening the door and wolf whistling, “Good morning, beautiful.” 

The sound makes Effie laugh and shake her head. She takes a break from where she’s mixing the muffin batter to turn and look at him, “I’m in my pajamas, Lee. And besides, there are children present.” 

“He’s 16, he’s probably seen and heard worse,” the man shrugs, walking over to the island and going to sit down for a moment, “And, for your information, you look beautiful in anything that you wear. And besides, it’s a legal obligation of mine to compliment you any time you’re in my presence.” 

“Oh is it?”

“Mhm, don’t you remember the clause in our wedding certificate that states that? It was in bold red.” 

Effie rolls her eyes, “Oh yes, how could I ever forget?”

“That’s simply why I’m here to remind you.” He stands up, walks to her and pulls her into him by the waist, pressing a quick kiss to her lips and mumbling about how he’s excited for breakfast before going to shower and change. 

When he’s gone, the woman turns to Regulus, who’s now pouring himself a cup of the boiled water to start steeping his tea, “Make it your goal to marry a man as devoted as him.” 

“I think I’d get annoyed.” 

“Oh you’d be surprised,” Effie smiles, the motion of it crinkling the corner of her eyes, “They can be worse.” 

And it’s just as she says it does James traipse into the kitchen, wolf-whistling much like their dad did before and adventuring across the kitchen to wrap their arms around Regulus’ waist, muttering, “Good morning, mi estrella.” 

It makes Effie laugh once more, “Oh James, you and your father.” 

“What did we do?” 

“Nothing, love,” Regulus shakes his head, though he does send a grin to Effie, “I’m sure I’m already taking the right steps to achieve that goal.” 

“I would think so.”

[theprongspotter]

Brag - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 24 - 328 words

"I don’t like Potter!” Regulus hisses to his friends, his voice low but heated. He’s sitting cross-legged on his bed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Barty, lounging on his own bed with a bored expression, snorts. “And my dad isn’t abusive.”

Regulus scowls, snatching up a pillow and hurling it at Barty’s head with surprising force. The other boy doesn’t even flinch; he just lets it hit him and then slide down into his lap, a smug grin stretching across his face.

“He has a point,” Evan adds lazily from his spot beside Barty, where their knees are touching. “Potter is all you talk about these days.”

Regulus groans, dropping back onto his bed and throwing an arm over his eyes. “Not you too.”

Pandora, sitting cross-legged on the floor, gives a small shrug. “I think it’s cute.”

“Of course you do,” Regulus mutters, peeking out from beneath his arm to give her an exasperated look. “But you don’t get it, Panda. I really don’t like Potter. I hate him, actually. I hate how he’s always showing off and has to brag about everything, how he thinks he’s so clever. I hate his stupidly messy hair that he never bothers to comb. I hate his stupid eyes that always seem to be laughing at something. I hate his stupid smile that makes everyone else smile too. The list goes on.” He waves a hand in the air, as if to illustrate just how many things he could rant about.

Dorcas, who’s been quietly braiding Pandora’s hair, looks up with a grin. “I don’t know, Reg, that sounds an awful lot like true love to me.”

Regulus lifts his arm just enough to glare at her, but there’s no real heat behind it. “You’re all hopeless,” he mutters, but his heart isn’t in it. The truth, the one he’s desperately trying to ignore, is that he doesn’t hate James Potter nearly as much as he wants to believe.

[thestarsshineevenwhenhidden]

"Reg, are you ok? You haven't touched your food," James said, looking pointedly at his boyfriend pushing the food around in his plate with his fork.

"I'm just not hungry," Regulus replies, getting up.

James watched him walk away, shaking his head confusedly, then turned back to his own plate.

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Reg rested his chin on his hand, staring down at his full plate.

"Reggie can you please eat?" James said gently.

"I don't want to," Reg snaps.

-----

Regulus lifts a spoonful to his mouth, then puts it back down. He pushes away from the table and leaves, leaving a very confused James behind.

James who is starting to worry about Regulus.

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Laying in bed a few days later, James decides to bring it up. "I want to talk to you about something, love," he says. "You haven't been eating much lately-"

"I'm fine," Reg says, cutting him off.

The doubt in James' mind grows more.

"Are you sure?" his voice is soft, his eyes are warm, and Reg is pulling away from him and leaving the room.

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They sit, the panic in Reg's face as clear as the worry in James'.

"You're not eating." It's not a question.

Regulus looks away, but James continues. "I'm worried about about your health, love. You have to eat something."

"No I don't, I'm not it's fine James really," but his voice is thick and his eyes are welling up. James wants so badly to pull him into a hug but he can't, not until he knows for sure that Reg will be okay.

It's a while before Regulus speaks again.

"I don't deserve it." James' eyes grow wide, but he doesn't say anything.

"I don't know why, I just...whenever I look at food, or think about eating, I feel like can't do anything I become sort of helpless, and I feel sort of unworthy of eating and I don't...I don't know how to fix it, Jamie, I've tried forcing myself but it just makes it worse and I can't-"

He stops, his breath coming fast, head down to avoid James' gaze. "Please don't hate me," he says, his voice small.

James places his hand on Reg's cheek, tilting his head up, forcing him to look at James' eyes to see the truth that lay there. "It hurts me to think you would ever believe, even for a second, that I hate you. Reg I love you, always, no matter what."

"And I want you to be safe, and healthy."

Regulus nods and only then does James pull him into a hug, tears falling into Reg's hair, a relieved smile on both their faces.

[nightsmarish]

Summary: after talking to Regulus, you both decide to take the offer to stay with the Potters, and barty gets thrown across the slytherin table by Evan

Pt1

A/n: very focused on Reg for some reason, not 100% sure why, but it's lovely, also we love bestie barty. ALSO ALSO, reader is aggressively, very aggressively, hinted to be slytherin

Poly!moonwater x reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.4k words

Tw: toxic family, running away? Family disappointment, ect. Barty jinxing Gryffindors for sport and an owl flying into a chess game

Asked to be tagged: @misacc08

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It's finally two weeks until the end of this year at Hogwarts. Class times have been filled with going over study guides and reviewing for the final exams only a few days away. 

Neither you nor Regulus have said yes to staying at Potter Manor this summer. Despite James being very adamant about it.

“I’ll just mention you blokes might be joining us.” James told you when you visited Gryffindor table one morning, as he wrote his parents. 

“James-” 

“No, no, let ‘im. No harm in it? Is there?” Sirius cuts you off, feet extended to rest on the bench across the table from him. 

“But Mrs. Potter shouldn’t prepare an extra room if neither of us will be joining.” Your points are acknowledged when James hums to confirm he heard you, but his quill never stops moving.

Remus has been looking at you the whole time. Not in a creepy way, you're both pretty sure not in a creepy way at least. Just in an undivided attention way. Practically ignoring the other two boys to admire you, other than when he occasionally slaps away Sirius’ hand on his fifth attempt to grab Remus’ food. 

You look down to where Remus sits as well. Honestly, he's not that much shorter than you sitting down, but wherever. Your hand that's not holding the strap of your bag gently scratched the hair at the base of his head before kissing his cheek, mumbling a small promise to see him during your study time later. 

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It's not like you don’t want to go to stay with everyone else. It’d be amazing; it really would. But the idea of going when Regulus stays at the Black House feels wrong. You know being with your parents won’t help him, nor will being at James’ house, but it feels wrong. 

Remembering how destroyed he was when Sirius left. When he came back to school, you two hadn’t known the Marauders like you do now. The anger he knew was misplaced, but he couldn’t help but feel abandoned by Sirius. You remember it—the crying, the way he couldn’t focus until a month into school. And you remember Sirius being disowned.

And maybe that's part of it too. The idea of being disowned. Even if you know they are horrible people, people you don’t wish to be related to. The idea still makes you sick. Their horrible and evil, but dear Salazar, parent approval is so addicting and you hate how much you still want it. 

So which is worse, feeling like you betrayed one of your boyfriends, or your parents disapproval? 

“Regulus?” You keep your voice low in the library. The aforementioned boy looks up from his textbook sitting across from you. Remus, next to you, pauses, moving his quill to focus on you two as well.

“Yes?” His voice matches yours, despite being a little more stiff. 

“I wanna talk about it again. About James’ house.” You rush the words out. Probably because you know Regulus will want to shoot it down immediately.

“Love, you know I’m not going.” He sighs, sitting up straight in his seat. 

“Why? Why not go?” 

"Dove-" Remus tries to interject, not sure how well direct confrontation will go after Regulus has already denied it far too many times.

“What would I do?”

Both you and Remus pause, looking right at Regulus. Who stares right back at you.

“What do you mean?’ Remus says what you think.

“I leave, I get disowned, I lose the family fortune.” There are unspoken words there; everyone knows. He loses the Black name, he loses the reputation, and he loses everything he ever knew. Sirius had always wanted to leave; he had dreamed about it long before the possibility ever even crossed Regulus’ mind. The older Black had an idea of what would happen long before he left. Regulus hasn't gotten that right. 

“We can figure it out when we get there, love.” Remus rests his quill in the small ink pot, reaching both his hands to cup Regulus’ hands between his own. 

All three of you stay silent for a second, Regulus looking down at Remus’ hand covering his own, you staring at Regulus, and Remus looking between the two of you, trying to figure out what to do. 

"If..." you sigh, shifting in your seat, “if... you go... I’ll go, and we can figure it out together.” 

Gray eyes shoot up to yours. “Are you serious?” His voice is unsure, like you're going to take your offer back for no apparent reason. 

“Yeah. I’m scared too, but I don't think I can bring myself to go back, not this time. But at the same time, I won’t be okay with going if you don’t go.”

Remus takes a deep breath, one hand still holding the younger boy's hand, other moving so his arm wraps around your shoulder, gently rubbing your upper arm. “So, it's settled. I can tell James.” 

“Thank you,” You whisper, and Regulus takes one of his hands from the lycan to intertwine your fingers. 

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The letter felt wrong to write. Less than a week before you're off to Potter Manor is when you get a response.

You're sitting at the Slytherin table in the morning when the letter holding their response arrives. Your owl landing smoothly, unlike the poor Hufflepuff owl you see sly head first into a game of Wizard Chess.

The seal of the letter belongs to your family, and it's painfully obvious. Regulus had gotten his response within a few days. Hurtful and harsh, despite never reading it yourself.

Looking around, Regulus is watching Barty, who is sitting on the long table rather than at it, cast small, mostly-hopefully harmless jinxs on a few older Gryffindors who haven't seemed to notice who's doing it. While Evan is whispering more and more jinxs for Barty to use.

Deciding that you might as well get it over with, you break the wax seal. The letter was nothing but vile, as you expected, the threats, the anger, the disappointment. Yet, you are honestly relieved. Like a huge, bolder is off your back. Sisyphus would envy you.

"And what do you have? A secret admirer? Are you planning on finally leaving the wild beasts you call boyfriends?"

Barty turns his attention to you as you finish reading, snatching the letter to inspect it.

"Ew, is that from your parents?" Evans nose scrunches up, noticing the names signed at the bottom of the parchment when he leans over Bartys shoulder.

"Yeah, I wrote them last week that I'd be staying with the Potters this summer, and they finally got back to me." Your voice remains surprisingly even, despite feeling somewhere between calm and like you're going to vomit, cry, and punch a wall.

Evan and Barty continue to scrutinize the letter, the phrasing, and how your mother writes the letter S weird. While Regulus leans closer to you.

"Everything okay?" His quite, a stark contrast two the boys sitting acorsd from you as Barty pushes his boyfriend off the seat for something or another and Evan kicks a little too close to Bartys dick.

"Yeah, it'll be okay." You hum, scooting closer to the pale boy, "would you and Remus want to come stay at my dorm tonight? At least for a little? Serenella and Iris are both going to be out all night."

"Of course, love. I'll grab Remus after charms and we can meet you there before dinner?" A soft kiss is placed on the top of your head when he finishes his sentence.

"That sounds good."

The peace of the situation is cut off by Barty falling off the table towards you, taking you down to the floor with him.

"God damnit Barty!" A smile far to big for the situation paints your face face.

"Evan threw me, gem! He tried to kill me! I'm wounded." Barty sits half on hus knees, half laid out on the gross Hogwarts in such a pathetic manor Regulus chuckles under his breath.

"And I'll do it again idiot!" Evan sits back on his spot at the long table. Huffing while smoothing out his hair and uniform.

"Oh God, gem, I won't make it." Barty throws himself onto you, your back to the ground as you laugh. "If I die will you leave your loser boyfriends to join me and Evan?"

"Okay, junior, that's enough." Remus appears in your vision, slightly nudging Bartys side, like touching him too long will make whatever is sodding wrong with the boy rub off on him.

"Hello, big boy." Barty stands up and takes you with him, dusting off his and your clothes. "You know, both of you could leave Regulus and-"

"Okay Barty!" Regulus pushes Barty to sit back down, shutting him up as he begins to bicker with Regulus next.

[raven-dor]

sweet nothing

In which james potter makes sure his friend isn't late for class

PAIRINGS: james potter x ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: given last name, fluff, flirting, crushing, OBLIVIOUS READER

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

🎶 : sweet nothing - taylor swift

AN: 🩵💗 - i just love marauders fics where they're happy and nothing is wrong and they are just living their lives

The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing, Pandora, Regulus, and Y/N contributing heavily to that sound. The blonde girl had said she’d discovered nargles, which caused Regulus and her to get into a heated discussion about the topic. Y/N watched helplessly, laughing at how animated Regulus was with his hands when he talked. A hand swung over her shoulder, rectangle glasses coming into view. 

She shrugged him off, glaring playfully. “What do you need, Potter?” 

James scoffed. “Can’t a man say hello to his favorite Ravenclaw without being reprimanded?” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Not when I’m in the middle of a conversation.” 

“Were you? Because it looked like you weren’t doing much talking.” 

Regulus cleared his throat. “Actually, Pandora and I were just leaving. We need to inspect the… the nargles.” He smirked. “Have fun.”  

“Reg!” She turned to Pandora, pleading. “Please, don’t leave me here! You know how annoying he gets when left unsupervised.” 

She giggled airly, walking away. “Have fun, Y/N/N.” 

She turned to James, smiling lightly. “How are you, James?” 

“Just fine, love.” She tried to ignore how her heart clenched at the nickname. He nudged her arm. “And you?”

“Fine.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Fine? Just fine?”

She nodded, staring at the ground. “Y/N, come on.” He slipped his pinky around hers as they walked. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

She could never keep a secret from him for long. If she wanted to become an Auror, she really had to work on her resolve. “It was-” She shivered. “Horrible. My parents cornered me, practically threatened me into getting the dark mark.”

He stopped, his grip on her pinkie stopping her as well. He grabbed her hand, tracing over the freckles on the back. “And did you?” 

“Rowena, no.” She scoffed. “Do you really think I’d do that?” 

He shook his head. “Just asking, lovie.”

She sighed, pulling him along through the corridor. James put his arm over her shoulders once more, and this time, she didn’t shrug him off. His voice had a joking tone to it, but she knew he was being serious. “If you ever need a place to stay, my parents would be more than happy to have you.” 

“James, I’ll be fine, really.” 

“Only if you’re sure, love.” 

She blushed, mumbling. “Don’t call me that.” 

He gasped, putting his hand over his heart. “Why not?” 

“You know why. You like Lily. So in the future, direct the endeering nicknames towards her. If you keep flirting with everything you see, Potter, she’ll never give you a chance.” 

His cheeks were pink, and he scoffed. “For your information, I actually like someone else. In fact-” 

“I enjoy a good deer pun as much as the next person, but are you two going to sit and eat lunch? You’re blocking the sun.”

She laughed, reaching across the table to ruffle his hair. The Gryffindor gasped, immediately shoving her away to fix his hair. “Don’t harm the merchandise, love.” 

James mumbled, glaring at his friend. “Oh, so he can call you love, but I can’t.” 

Y/N chose to ignore him. “Sorry Siri. I couldn’t resist.” She sat down, placing a heaping pile of mashed potatoes on her place. “And I would never miss lunch. It’s the most important meal of the day.” 

Remus smirked, tilting his head. “I think you’re thinking of breakfast, Y/N/N.”

She glared at her friend. “I am shocked you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, Remus.”

He laughed. “I’m shocked you were.” 

“Remus John Lupin!” Her jaw dropped. “What a rude thing to say.” 

“You’ll be fine.” 

Peter giggled, shaking his head. “You’ve always been the funniest person I know, Y/N.” 

She bowed, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “Well thank you, Pete.” She looked at the other three, who could not care less. “Take notes. That is how friends treat friends.” 

James scoffed. “Speak for yourself. I treat you like a princess.” 

Y/N smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “When you're not tormenting my peace, yes, you are.” 

Sirius looked over at Peter, highly offended. “I’m not forgetting you said that Pete. You know I’m funnier than her.” 

Peter nodded, smirking. "Sure you are, Sirius."

"I'll have you know-"

"Boys, boys." Y/N put her hands up. "No fighting at the dinner table."

"It's actually lu-"

"Remus, again with the know-it-all card."

He raised his eyebrows. "Now, who's fighting at the dinner table?"

Free period was Sirius and James’s favorite part of the day. 

It was not Remus, Y/N, and Peter’s favorite part of the day. 

Because every day like clockwork, the pair begged them to watch their impromptu Quidditch practice. Peter luckily got out of this one, mumbling something about tutoring and scurrying away before he could elaborate. Remus and Y/N walked down to the pitch, holding their coats close to their bodies as they talked about their latest read.

“I don’t know Y/N/N, Jane Eyre seems to forget that she is the heroine in this story. Staying with that psycho who kept his wife in his attic? Not her wisest choice.” 

“I think you’re missing the main point, Remus. She’s finally doing something that no woman in her time had the fortune to do. Decide her own destiny. I agree, I think that particular choice was not the smartest, but she becomes the heroine of her own story anyway because she chose to stay. It’s a rare trope in that era of literature.”

James and Sirius stared at them from the sky, both of their stomachs queasy for the same reason. James turned to his best friend, whispering. “Do you think they’re… together?” 

Sirius spluttered, scoffing. “I mean, he can’t- he- she- they definitely-” 

James rolled his eyes. “Relax, Pads. Moony isn’t going anywhere. You still have a chance.” 

His friends cheeks grew pink, but he said nothing. James smiled, nudging him lightly. “You know I’m actually very proud of you, Padfoot. I know how difficult it is for you to accept that you like someone.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Prongs. I’m just shocked at the idea of them.” He nodded, but his voice didn’t sound as sure. “That’s all.” 

The practice ended quickly, and Remus left Y/N in the stands. He knew she liked to soak up the crisp, fresh air before sitting class for two hours.

“I am so surprised to see you here.” 

She opened her eyes, holding a hand above her to block the sun. 

“James. Great job out there. You continue to impress me.” 

He smiled, bowing. “Thank you. What are you doing after this?” 

“Transfiguration, James. With you.” She raised her eyebrows. “The same as every other Thursday.” 

“Can you blame me for trying to block it out of my memory?” He laughed. “Besides, I don’t need to take Transfiguration, I’ve already mastered that art.” 

She hummed, laying back down on the stands. He smiled, she looked rather peaceful like that. “Then you should be fine, sitting there for two hours. It isn’t that difficult, anyway.”

James scoffed. “Of course you would say that. Some people have to try, you know.” 

“Well not me and you. Don’t stress about it.” She sat up, huffing. “Suppose it’s time to walk over. I’ll see you in a bit James.” 

Y/N hadn’t even gotten two steps before a hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “What if I told you I have an idea?” 

She squinted, whenever James had an idea it either ended in a prank or detention. No one could blame her for being hesitant. “And what is this so called plan?” 

He grinned. “Fancy flying?” 

“You cannot be serious right now James.” 

He smirked. “You’re right. I’m not Sir-” 

“Shut it.” She raised her finger to his lips. “McGonagall would have our heads.” 

“Nonsense. Minnie loves me. And if you don’t want to be late, you should take me up on my offer.” He held his hand out. “Don’t you trust me?” 

She sighed. Once again, her resolved crumbled thanks to James Fleamont Potter. “You know I do.” 

“Then get on.” She jumped up, gripping his waist as tight as she could. His voiced shook his chest. “Hang on, love.” 

She screamed, nuzzling her face into his back instantly. James laugh echoed through the grounds, and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. It was contagious, his laughter. What felt like seconds later, their feet touched the ground, her hold as strong as ever. “You can let go now, Y/N/N.” 

She shook her head, rather comfortable in this position. “One more second.” 

“You’re shameless.” He whispered. 

She nodded, releasing her hold. “I’m ready now.” James grabbed her hand, racing towards McGonagall’s classroom. “Merlin, James slow down!” 

“Can’t have our resident genius late to class. It’s a bad look Y/N/N!” 

She laughed, panting. “I’m not our resident genius James!” 

They whipped around the corner, throwing the doors open. McGonagall stood at the head of the room, her eyebrows raised. Giggles echoed through the class, the Marauders audibly laughing. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Mr. Potter. Ms. Baudelaire. How kind of you to join us. What exactly were you doing before you intrusion?” 

Y/N turned bright red, stuttering. “Professor, I am so sorry, I-” 

“It was my fault Minnie. I was running through the halls and bumped into Baudelaire. She took a nasty fall so I offered to walk with her to make sure she was alright.” He looked over at Y/N his eyes wide, practically screaming ‘go along with it.’ “Just plain, old fashioned chivalry.” 

Y/N fought a giggle back down her throat. “Exactly. Chivalry.” 

Sirius laughed, before quickly getting smacked over the head by Remus. McGonagall nodded, turning back to the chalkboard. “In the future, Mr. Potter, watch where you’re running.” 

He nodded. “Of course, Minnie.” 

Y/N looked down, realizing they were still holding hands. James grinned, pulling her over to their desk. He leaned over, whispering in her ear. “I told you we’d be fine.” 

She blushed, pushing him away. “Minnie really does love you.”

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: nuts || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 638

“So how goes the honeymoon?” Sirius's voice on the phone is slightly interrupted by the poor connection, but unfortunately for Regulus, his words are understandable. 

“It would have been better if you hadn't reached me in the middle of the bloody ocean.” Regulus replies lazily, picking up another cashew nut from the platter next to his lounge chair. 

“Uh, what does Jamie do?” Regulus isn't surprised at all at how soon Sirius jumped to the topic of his beloved friend, it's even strange that it wasn't his first question.

“Why don't you ask him yourself?” 

“Well, he didn't answer my calls. I was starting to think that you are holding him prisoner for your sexual pleasures and want to break us up completely.” 

“Sounds like very accuratedescriptionof marriage, but, this is shocking to you, I didn't marry your best friend just for his huge d-” 

“Oh, stop it. Don't make me lie awake at night again with that horrible picture in my head. Better tell me how Italy is.” 

There's a splash of water and Regulus turns his head to see James climb out of the pool, ignore the towel and walk straight to Regulus, letting the water drip off him in heavy drops. 

“I don't know about Italy, but the ocean is... wet.” Regulus holds out his hand with the nut toward James, who has stopped at his feet. He bends down, a couple of cold drops falling on Reg's sun-warmed thighs, and the man wraps his lips around the nut and his fingers without breaking eye contact. 

“Oh, I wish I could be there, London is a pain in the ass right now with all this rain.” Sirius reminds Reg of himself on the phone. 

“Mmm.” 

Regulus's eyes are fixed on James's lips, and he doesn't let go of his fingers for a few seconds, but eventually the man releases them to ask, “Who's on the other side?” 

“Your ugly twin,” Regulus says with a smile, now running his free hand over the man's wet shoulders and hearing the unhappy exclamation on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, tell him I said hi,” the way James's smile has taken on a new bright glow at the mention of Sirius is a little annoying, but Regulus can't deny that he loves him to death even so. Regulus reaches for another nut so that he can touch James's lips again right now... not that he doesn't have every right to as his legal husband.

“James said hi,” he repeats into the phone, and meanwhile James sits on the edge of his lounge chair and strokes his bare legs with his wet hands, and his lips wrap around the nut and his fingers again.

“Ooooh, give him the phone, I miss him so much!” Sirius doesn't let him forget, but all Regulus' thoughts are now focused on the feel of wide palms on his lap and the seductive smile on James' lips.

“Argh, Sirius, I'm going to be honest. Right now I'm feeding your best friend nuts in a very homoerotic way and it's only a matter of time before we have gay sex right here on the lounger. If you're bored and miss him, I can keep you on the phone and do my best to keep his voice ringing in your ears, but I can't promise that it will be coherent words. The choice is yours.” Regulus is already in a sitting position and restrains himself from placing a deep, passionate kiss on James' lips. 

“Oh, bloody hell, you're going to drive me to my grave.” Sirius hangs up the phone without hesitation, knowing the rules of this game. Regulus always keeps his word. 

“All right,” Reg mutters under his breath, throwing the phone on the table and finally getting to the most important thing. 

[lexithwrites]

Any jegulus fluff/soft smut headcannons?

Forever and always<3

I like writing regulus on the asexual spectrum, he’s already demisexual to me anyway but I think he’s really particularly about how far he goes and with who, but most of the time sex doesn’t really cross his mind

James loves quality time and physical touch so he’s always hovering behind reg, either smiling or yapping about something whilst regulus is sipping a matcha and holding his hand

they share clothes since regulus buys oversized and James fits them

they're very lovey dovey in private and outside they keep it a bit more casual, regulus is more comfortable that way, but if someone makes james mad then he goes protective mode and holds reg's waist or wraps an arm around him

barista regulus means a lot to me but also bookshop regulus,,,james flirting with him and buying books to add to their collection? yes please

in terms of nsfw,,,reg is in charge i'll die on that hill that man knows what he wants

and as a trans regulus truther reg buys a bunch of straps for james to practise on, james potter sucking dick is truly a sight to behold

reg loves stroking his cheek and tugging his hair when he's deepthroating and james is rock hard the entire time he loves it

also t4t jegulus take turns topping, i love that kinda vibe where it's equal

they both help each other with their insecurities like regulus and his gender dysphoria and james with his adhd and how they navigate their reactions to certain things

they go for biweekly dinners at effie and monty's place, they love cooking for them

they also go for a games/dnd/drinking night with the gang, their local pub hates them all because they're so loud lmao

i feel like sex for jegulus is usually very soft and loving, regulus is an anxious guy and i feel like super rough sex would stress him out sometimes, like having to perform and be a dominating role all the time can be fun but when its not fun its NOT fun, and james just wants them both to be together and have fun and feel good

they love slow sex with lots of kissing and looking into each other's eyes and whispering how much they love each other

i do feel like they're both kinda on the ace spectrum somewhat, i saw a headcanon about ace james and i do like it, i can see the vision of them prioritising other things before sex (how i feel tbh lmao lemme hold your hand thats more intimate)

they sit and read books together and i have a hc where they're both currently bingeing lost (they like the theories and trying to navigate all the flashbacks lmao)

their flat is the cosiest but then there's some random goth decor here and there

i will die on the hill that james gets up for a run and gets regulus a coffee or a hot chocolate or a matcha most mornings

sleepy regulus is the cutest regulus and drunk james is the cutest james

they call each other bubs/bubba im sorry they just do its disgusting but its cute

[accio-sriracha]

Shouting From the Rooftops.

A Jegulus Oneshot

(Prompt: Try. From a random word generator.)

~~~ ~~~

"We can't go through this again, James. I gave you my final answer." Regulus hissed as they walked through the corridors to the Slytherin dungeons.

James persisted anyways, nearly having to jog to keep up with Regulus' brisk pace, "I don’t understand why you hate the idea so much. I thought you liked being with me?"

Regulus groaned, "I do, you know I do, but what you're asking is impossible."

"What's so impossible about this? We're already seeing each other in secret, Reggie. I don't want to hide my feelings for you anymore!"

James knew he was being too loud, he didn't care. So what if people over heard him? So what if people stared?

James was in love with Regulus.

And he wasn't ashamed of that.

"Keep your voice down." Regulus muttered, "You shouldn't let people hear you. You know what they would think-"

"I don't care what they think."

"I care. Did you ever think about that?" He snapped. James scoffed,

"Why the hell do you think I've kept my mouth shut for the last three months?" He stopped walking, needing to catch his breath.

Regulus came to a stop just in front of him, staring at him with the hardened expression James had grown used to whenever they talked in public.

James sighed, "I want to see your smile, and not just in your bedroom. I want to sit with you in the sun and laugh and be who we are without all of these fucking secrets."

"These secrets are what's keeping you from being harassed by the entire school." Regulus rose an eyebrow, "I won't put my infatuations above your safety. No matter how much you beg."

"And what if I don't get harassed? What if nobody cares? Your brother is gay. He's been openly dating Remus for three years and nobody gives a shit about them."

"They're different-" Regulus started.

"How? Because you're a Slytherin? Because I'm a Gryffindor? Merlin, if people really cared that much about inter-house relationships you'd think there'd be a lot less of them, wouldn't you?"

"James-"

"No. I'm not finished." He huffed, "I don't want to hide you anymore. I want to take you to hogsmeade with me and my friends. I want to buy you butterbeer and be ridiculously fucking corny and hold doors open for you and give you my jumpers when you're cold. I want those things with you, Reggie."

"I want them too. It's not that I don’t..."

"Then why won't you just try?"

Regulus exploded then, "Because I can't! You know I can't! This is wrong, I-"

"Why?" James asked, cutting him off, "Who says this has to be wrong? Who says I can't love you exactly how you're supposed to be loved? Who says you're not allowed to love me back?"

"What about my brother?" He whispered, "What about Sirius? You're just going to waltz up and tell him you've been seeing me in secret?"

"Why not?"

"I'm not going to be the one to tell him i've been sneaking around with his best friend behind his back!"

"Then I'll tell him! I will gladly be the one to tell him the good news, because that's what this is. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, Reg. Sirius is my best friend and I hate keeping things from him. You know how badly I've wanted to tell him about you."

"He'll never forgive us." Regulus looked away, "He won't understand. I'm his brother, your his best friend."

"He'll understand. I know he will. Just give me a day. Please. Just one day. If you don't like it we can pretend to break up, I swear."

"James-"

James kept going, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he came up with this time,

"I want to love you, Regulus. I want to walk down the halls holding your hand. I want to scream at the top of my lungs from the towers that you're mine. I want to give you the entire fucking world. Please just let me try."

There was a long silence. James tilted Regulus' chin so they met eyes. Regulus' were brimming with tears,

"Fine." He whispered, his voice breaking, "We can try."

And that was all the confirmation James needed.

He kissed him. It was deep and agonozingly beautiful. He kissed him until neither of them could remember how to breathe.

"I love you." He whispered against Regulus' lips, "And I don't care who knows it."

Regulus knew he should hesitate, he should look around to make sure nobody was watching, but something about the way James was smiling at him, something in the earnestness in his voice made him soften,

"I love you too, Jamie." He murmured.

And they kissed again. Right there in the middle of the hall.

They went straight to the Gryffindor common room, Regulus' restless hand tucked neatly in James' sure one.

When they told the others, Sirius was the first to hug them, congratulating them on coming out.

"We've known for a while, mate." Sirius smiled, ruffling James' hair, "It's good you finally felt ready to tell us."

The rest of their friends followed suit in congratulating them, the room was filled with smiles and laughter. James had never felt so happy.

And that was it.

From that point on the pair of them went everywhere together, they ate their meals side by side, they took strolls by the lake with their fingers intertwined. They went to The Three Broomsticks and everyone could see James holding open the door for him, putting down the money for both of their drinks as Regulus fidgeted with the tag on his jumper, the tag that read J.F.P.

And if you happened to hear shouting that sounded an awful lot like James Potter's voice coming from the astronomy tower, it's best to keep walking, he'll be there for a while.

[naphrodisac]

Moonwater? Better if Remus and Sirius were dating and then the prank happens and Remus takes revenge by telling Sirius how he fucked his brother. James who also had a crush on Regulus is shaken and jealous of Remus. Over time Remus and Regulus get a really deep connection outside of just pissing off Sirius and enter a proper relationship. So now Regulus comes to the Gryffindor table all the time usually sitting on or near Remus and they are so cute together and James and Sirius are dying inside. Because while Sirius is thinking he should be where Regulus is James is thinking he should be where Remus is. Lilly thinks its cute and says to both James and Sirius if they where going to do anything to mess this up for Remus and Regulus she will never forgive either of them because it is the happiest he has seen Remus and reg in a long time. So they both suffer in silence. Sirius fucking anyone that looked like Remus in the slightest and James going on to marry Lilly.

Omg absolutely (as I’ll thanks for the ask xx)

I know this ask isn’t NSFW but I want to make it so I can see that James is conflicted on Remus and Sirius’s side but he ends up on Sirius’s side which irritates Remus and he finds out James likes reg so— yk

Aand then Remus goes on to tell James all about their sex

“Hes just so wonderful James, his pussy is such a pretty shade of pink and so tight when I put my dick in,”

And it irritates James so damn much

And I love this ask so thank you first anon

[z-eel]

i felt insane writing this. like we can talk about size kink and free use and maybe even a weird adjacent virginity kink but NOT that y’all are dating…. love them! also i should be back today i’ve been rotating narcissa in my mental microwave :(

he’s literally their toy but in the best way!

they’re living like boyfriends, they’re fucking like boyfriends, they go out like boyfriends and kiss on the sidewalk and hold hands in the bookstore and even are affectionate outside of the bubble of their apartment

sirius isn’t the over protective brother he once was, but still when regulus sits in remus’s lap and lays his head across james’s chest he has to ask what the fuck. out loud. and regulus just kind of… doesn’t answer. he’s more like oh and you don’t cuddle with them? okay. the rest of the night, sirius is staring at them out of the corner of his eye. it’s weird. he knew reg was staying here, he’s not that dumb, but the way james has an arm keeping regulus exactly in place while remus contentedly rubs his hip… it’s all bizarre.

meanwhile regulus cant stop thinking of all the things remus said they’d do if he stayed put tonight. he has to stay exactly where he is, no wiggling or grinding, and remus is finally gonna fuck him if he’s good. james even stretched him before everyone came over. not like it’ll still easily fit, but just to make the stretch for remus’s ridiculous huge cock easier. he’s not even paying attention to the movie, just thinking about remus and his stupid dick

sirius and peter try to linger but even james is too eager and tells them they need to turn in. regulus told him that remus has the biggest cock he’s ever seen, and james wants to see regulus squirm when he takes it. based on the way he took james for the first time, he’s going to be quite the sight

and remus… well, he is excited. he’s been listening to and watching james fuck regulus for weeks. james has told him every detail of how good regulus bottoms, but remus wanted to save it for a good opportunity. he wanted to test regulus, who’s been grinding in his lap every opportunity he gets. he’s just as sex crazed as he claims james and remus are, but he’s better at lying about it because he’s such a pillow princess. and regulus is a little manipulator. that too.

so remus has him on the bed in james’s lap, three fingers in him, kissing him while regulus can barely do anything but moan. remus, remus pleaseeee give me your cock, i’m too close already i want it so bad please please please i’m literally begging pleeeeeeaaaasssee

and then remus goes to push in and before he can even get his head fully in, regulus is whimpering wait wait it’s too big, remus no it’s-it’s too much. and remus goes to pull out but james runs his hand through regulus’s hair to calm him. he’s not too big darling, i’m sure you can take him. just calm down, deep breath, relax.

so regulus does, even if he’s a little scared because holy shit it feels even bigger than it looks which is already absolutely massive. so remus pushes in a little more and regulus has to keep deep breathing and he’s clawing into remus’s shoulders because fuck he’s being stretched so much and it feels so good even if it stings. maybe because it stings. maybe he likes the pain. hmmm what other kinds of pain would he like …

remus leans down and kisses him. reg, back here with me baby. are you feeling good? tell me

and regulus can barely speak, he’s so full, but he gets out that yes, he’s feeling so so good. and then remus pushes the last little bit in and regulus’s eyes roll back and he whines out fuck fuck so full, i thought you were done but fuck oh god remus

james is sitting over regulus grinning from ear to ear while remus is barely clinging to his sanity. so of course james goes remus you can fuck him already. he’ll be so good for you, i promise

-💫🐀

no because Remus would fuck into him, no restraint and Regulus has never taken Remus like this and it to much he crying because he come twice, and James is trying to pull out third one and Remus isn't done and he doesn't plan on being done anytime soon.

and James is just praising him for taking Remus so well because in the beginning it had taken James a while to get used to Remus but because the prep they did now Regulus got to be properly used by Remus , dont you just love that angel, dont you just love being used by Remus.

and Regulus can't even fucking answer because he came and Remus stopped and James stopped talking, and they're starting at him because he had a dry orgasm and fuck that so hot. and now Remus is practically bending him in half and fucking him to him fast while James is jerking himself off. Regulus is crying griping on to James' arm as he begging for a break, one break please, because he's shaking and oversensitive and he wishes he could just sleep but he's pretty sure his legs are a sleep because of how hard Remus was gripping on to him.

(i miss Cissa)

[vinylfoxbooks]

August 29 - Theatre  | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 766

“Where’s James?” Pete asks, sitting down at the table.

Sirius shrugs, “Apparently they had to stay behind tonight, something to do with their whole theatre thing.” 

Remus hums, “I thought Regulus said that rehearsal wasn’t running long today, the director had to leave earlier than usual.” 

“Dunno. Do we want to go find them?” Sirius shrugs again, “I think Regulus was saying that the director keeps the door to the auditorium and to the outside open when they’re doing rehearsal in case anyone needs to run in and out. We can go through there and give them a visit.” The other two agree and they stand up, heading out of the cafe after ordering themselves and James something to drink -- Sirius also gets something for Regulus since he’s also in that direction and they head off. It’s not a long walk back to the school, the cafe that the four meet at every week just being a couple blocks from it so they’re at the school quickly and have to walk around to the back where the door near the auditorium is, unfortunately, closed. But Sirius is quick to bang on the door -- having been here several times to visit and pick up Regulus -- before Lily is coming out of the nearby classroom and letting them in. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Lily asks, a pencil tucked behind her ear. 

“Came to pick up James and Regulus.” Sirius gives her a charming smile, “What’re you doing, Evans?”

“Props design in the classroom. Just finished talking with director about it, now I’ve gotta put all the ideas on paper and figure it out from there. You were looking for Reg and James? I think they’re downstairs with costumes.” She jerks her chin in the direction of the door that leads to the basement where all the costumes and changing room are. Sirius thanks her and they head in that direction, hands getting incredibly cold from the drinks that he’s holding for himself and James.

When they get down the stairs, they can hear Regulus and James’ voices in another room further down the hallway. And Sirius starts sneaking towards it, intending to scare the two of them. However, as he approaches the door, he stops short when he finally sees the two in the room. James has a couple dresses draped over their arm but they’re standing chest to chest with Regulus, arms wrapped around each other. 

“Oh yeah?” James asks, a small tilt of a smile on their face, “You think that Kingsley could take you from me?”

“I mean, he is playing the love interest.” Regulus shrugs, a small smile on his own face, “I think that he could sweep me off my feet.”

James chuckles, “We both know that casting romances are bad ideas. Don’t you remember what happened between Emmeline and Amelia.” 

Regulus snorts, “That was a mess.” “As you would be with Kingsley. Plus, you like me too much.” ANd with that, James sweeps down to kiss Regulus. 

It’s relatively short and, when they pull away, Regulus rolls his eyes, “You’re lucky that I do. I don’t know how I put up with you.”

“Not the first time that I’ve heard that.”

“Okay, what the fuck.” Sirius says, bursting into the room and watching the two of them break apart suddenly, “What’s happening here?”

“Surprise.” James hums, doing sad little jazz hands, “We’re dating.”

“And that’s why you’ve been hanging back longer than you need to here?” Sirius asks, walking forward and outreaching the hand holding James’ drink, “You could’ve just told me.”

“In my defense,” James smiles, taking it, “We’ve been actually working on costumes, you just caught us at a bad time.”

Regulus nods, taking his own drink from Remus with a small ‘thank you’ and taking a sip before he clears his throat, “Speaking of which, we should probably finish up here soon. Director had already left and Lily was waiting for Mary, who I imagine is here by now.” James nods and the two of them set to work with closing everything up while their friends -- and family for Regulus and SIrius -- stand at the end of the creepy hallway and wait before they’re shouldering their bags and turning off the lights, guiding their friends back upstairs. 

“Did we want to go to the cafe or?” James asks, “I know that you guys were already there.”

“Yeah, we can head back.” Sirius nods, “I don’t really feel like going back home right now.” The group agrees and they head out after saying goodbye to Lily and Mary.

[starchasersunseeker]

Wolfstar about jegulus {microfic, word count: 781} @into-the-jeggyverse

It was one of those rare moments when Remus had peace. He was alone in the dorm, reading a new book he had been dying to finish. Some book a muggle friend of his had recommended.

The quiet of the dorm room was disturbed by Sirius, who promptly started ranting about something. As he looked around the dorm, he noticed that it was empty apart from Remus. Noting that the boy was reading on his bed he quietly decided to join him. Sirius stopped by his chest first, where he took the Map out, murmured something and then sat next to Remus. They sat quietly side by side with their backs against the wall.

He tried to indulge Remus by quietly looking at the Map. He really did try. But he could stay quiet only for so long. His thoughts became too loud to contain, however, as he saw two names by the Black Lake, "Do you think they suspect anything?"

Remus kept his head down, still focused on his book, "Hm?"

"If they suspect anything," Sirius repeated. 

"Who?" Remus finally looked up. "And what are we talking about?" When he gazed at his boyfriend he saw a slight frown on his face. His lips were pulled to the side as he was lightly chewing at his cheek.

"Reggie and Prongs," he answered as he looked away from their names on the Map. Looking at Remus, he continued, "I've been trying to set them up. I'm not sure if they've figured that out, though..." 

Remus closed his book, putting it to the side "Why? I thought you said you would scare away anyone that even tries to get close to Regulus."

"And I bloody will!" Sirius exclaimed before pausing. His brow furrowed again. "Not James, though. I know he'd be perfect for Reg. That's the thing, I think they're perfect for each other." His lips turned upwards just slightly, "Balance each other out, you know? And I Know I can trust James with Reg. I know he'd never hurt him."

"Maybe they're just oblivious?" Remus suggested. He had seen James and Regulus together before, and it was not a question of 'if' they're compatible or interested but more one of 'when' they would actually do something about their connection. Their very clear chemistry. 

"What?" Sirius asked, startled. He didn't quite understand what Remus was talking about now.

"They're still not together, so maybe they just don't see that their feelings are returned?"

"Wait," Sirius was very confused now. And his face was contorted with a mix of emotions. Shock. Surprise. "You think they have feeling for each other?"

"I... Yes?" It was said more like a question than anything else. "I thought you saw how they looked at each other?" Remus wasn't quite sure why Sirius's face looked the way it did. Had he not seen it? He had been meddling with them long enough to have noticed. Surely.

"What do you mean? How do they look?" Sirius no longer looked surprised. Now he just looked confused. Very much so.

"Like they're all the other one can see." Remus explained. "Like how I look at you," he paused, his face fond and a small smile playing on his lips, "and you at me."

"Oh." Sirius paused for a moment. Processing the information. "Oh! So my plan is working!" Sirius's entire face lit up with a smile. His smile could light up the world, Remus thought. It did his, anyway. 

He chuckled at Sirius's antics, "Maybe it is. Why don't you give them time to sit on their thoughts and feelings, hm?" he said as he started to reach out towards Sirius. "They might just figure it out on their own," he pulled him in his lap. Threading his hands through his hair. He always loved doing that. And he knew Sirius enjoyed it too.

He sighed, "Yeah." Sirius's smile no longer took up his entire face, but was a smaller one. Not any less genuine though. "I hope they do. And soon," his smile got wider again and his eyes lit up with mischief. Teasing. "I want to go on double dates! Oh it'd be so fun annoying Reggie on double dates!"

That made them both laugh. When the laughter died down, Remus just placed a small kiss on Sirius's lips, "I'm sure it will be." And he was. He was positive they'd all have a lot of fun when that day came. Until then, he was more than happy to go on dates with Sirius alone. He quite liked it when it was just the two of them. It was a good thing they had one planned for that weekend.