#but regulus is sorta just there

[enbysiriusblack]

i very much see the appeal of loner dorcas but i also do love dorcas having 0 friends in their own year and then one day seeing a bunch of closeted, nerdy, neurodivergent students in the year below and just befriending them.

like dorcas meeting pandora in the potions class because she was in the middle of an experiment when dorcas' class was meant to start and she's refusing to leave until she finishes so dorcas just sits through class with pandora muttering to herself in the back and constantly getting stuff taken off her by their teacher because "if you add that it'll burn your skin off!", to which pandora just pours it onto herself to test if he's right or not and dorcas is instantly compelled to hang out with her. and also take her to the hospital wing

then dorcas meeting regulus in the slytherin dorms very early in the morning (dorcas was going to go on a run before breakfast), and regulus is just sat there with a pile of books, looking like he hasn't slept in a week. so dorcas offhandedly tells him to go to bed and regulus just stares at the book in his hands and says about how he found out about some serial killer from 1734 who vanished when cornered by aurors in a small alley and he has to work out what happened to him

dorcas then meeting evan at the slytherin table and his roommate, benjy, sits next to him and evan just stares at benjy's purple jumper than shuts his eyes and tells benjy to leave because purple is not a good colour and he will stab him with his butter knife if he ever wears it again around him

then dorcas meeting barty when barty sets fire to the charms classroom because flitwick said he got a question wrong but barty knows it was right and flitwick actually got it wrong and that he thinks flitwick shouldn't be teaching if he makes a mistake about some complex question so he doesn't deserve a classroom

[thegracefulroyaltownofthesaint]

the urge to just project your entire personality to your fav character but then that would make them into a bad person and they’re too good for that 😭😭😭

[iliketoreadstuf]

i mean this in the nicest way possible but jegulus and solangelo are not variants of each other i’m sorry

[fruityfroggy]

Hehe, I got my hands on the r99 animated promo video for their Pizza Hut collab! ITS SO CUTE

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH LOOK AT THEMMM

[ryoko-san]

sillies

[please-let-this-work-oh-my-god]

I find it funny but also sorta sad that practically everyone in Vertin's team as of the current point in the main story has basically been powercrept

[ifyoucandaniel]

i’m about to truly out myself with this one, but i’ve been thinking about the parallels between wei wuxian and jiang cheng and the black brothers and i need to get the brainrot out. so stay with me bc i haven’t read MDZS in a hot minute, but in terms of characters storyline, wei wuxian and regulus have nearly identical ends. wwx tried to do the right thing and was misunderstood and then died misunderstood and his brother lived the next 13 years thinking he’d betrayed everything they loved to follow the dark path. regulus died trying to save everyone and make things right and was misunderstood and his brother died thinking he had followed voldemort to the end. in terms of personality i think the characters would be swapped, but in parallels…… wwx 🤝 regulus - letting people think they were evil to do the right thing. ALSO the brothers parallel KILLS me. like wwx and jc kinda have their own prongsfoot moment where jc’s family adopts wwx and takes him in and they grow up closer than brothers. it’s like WWX got both brotherly relationships sirius has into ONE where it has both the betrayal and the adopted brother lore. anyways i’m gonna see myself out i just love them lots <3

[wondrlez]

Regulus is turning when Sirius barks out a laugh. Or a scoff. Regulus find that he cannot tell, these days.

Regulus lifts his chin. “Something funny, brother?”

Sirius’ eyes narrow. “Yeah. You haven’t changed at all, Regulus.”

Barty’s grip is tight, punishing, finger in the crook of Regulus’ elbow—tap, tap, tap, we have to go. Regulus grips his wand tight. Not yet, he’s thinking. Seething. Barty tugs, just a little bit. Regulus’ heel drives backwards into Barty’s boot.

Sirius’ brood titters, shifts. Every movement grates. “Mate,” the Potter boy says warily.

Good, Regulus thinks viciously. Be fucking wary.

Lupin eyes him with derision. Regulus wants to scoff—or laugh. He’s spent five whole years thinking of Lupin as something less than, even before Regulus met him. He’s thought of the whole lot of them as less than, actually, for playing at brothers while Regulus is the real thing.

Something ugly curls in his chest.

[moonstruckme]

Hiya Mae!! How are you?? It’s been a little bit but I was hoping I could request a poly!marauders fic (+plus Lily if you’re comfortable with doing that if not it’s fine). This week is the 6th anniversary of my brothers passing and this year is a bit harder as I’m turning 18. Having such a milestone coming up and him not being here is sorta making me sick. I was wondering if maybe you could base the fic off of that? Or something to do with grief and them helping reader out. I’ve found great comfort in the abundance of love you portray with their relationship and I could do with a lil of it.

If not it’s totally fine don’t feel obligated. Hope you have a good week!!

Hi sweetheart, sorry I couldn't get this to you during the week you requested it. I was also dealing with a bit of grief at the time and it felt too raw to try for a while. I hope you're doing well and that you really enjoy being 18, even if those feelings are complicated by your loss <33

cw: mentions of death, grief

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 622 words

The sky is turning from deep blue to black outside when Sirus notices you’ve slipped into a melancholy. 

The only hint of it is in your tone. You’ve been quipping about the film you’re all watching like you always do, bouncing off his and James’ comments and Remus’ amused grunts, but there’s a falsity to the cheer in your voice. This is something you and James have in common; when Sirius or Remus are upset it permeates the area around them like a thick fog, but the two of you have a way of keeping it contained within yourselves, putting on counterfeit smiles. Sirius often wonders if it doesn’t hurt you more. 

He leans away from where he’s been resting his head on Remus’ pectoral, snaking an arm around your shoulders. 

“Penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” he asks quietly. 

You shrug. Swallow. “Just thinking about them,” you murmur in reply. 

Sirius suspects this isn’t the full story, but he, too, knows the necessity of papering over certain pains. He doesn’t pry. 

Before the war—before Regulus—Sirius used to think that grief was the pain that came from the love you had for the lost person being ripped away from you. But even months after his brother’s death, all the love is still there. It’s amplified, if anything, every ounce of it demanding attention now that he can no longer take it for granted even a little bit. 

What went was the ritual of it all. The peculiar brand of happiness he’d felt around Reg, never easy but still there, buried beneath layers of troubled history and shared broodiness. The inside jokes they’d barely realized they had, things no one who wasn’t raised in their house would see the humor in. The surety that if they fought, they’d get a chance to make up. Sirius will never have those things with his brother again. In memories, maybe, but now they’ll always be tinged with the love so big it hurts. 

He wishes desperately he could keep you from hurting like that. 

He shuffles closer, awkwardly wrapping his other arm around you until he’s nearly covering your body with his. It’s like he thinks he can shield you, like he can protect you from grief after he’d failed to protect you from loss. 

“I’m sorry,” Sirius says. 

You shake your head, turning so it’s jammed in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Your face feels hot. “I don’t know what to do,” you choke out. 

Sirius squeezes you tighter. He gets it, but he doesn’t. He knows how it feels to grieve, but not how to grieve your person in your way. It’s an ache he can only approximate. 

“Sweetheart.” James’ voice sounds pained, and he gets up from Remus’ other side, rounding the couch to climb onto the armrest beside you. He rubs your back with one hand, the other coming to rest on Sirius shoulder, a comfort in case he needs it. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, my love.” 

Sirius feels a hot tear slip down his neck into his shirt, and James winces as your shoulders hitch under his touch. Remus makes a soft pitying sound. 

“You’re alright.” He latches onto the last unclaimed part of you, rough hand soothing up your calf. “You’re okay.” 

“Sorry,” you manage, and Sirius squishes you punishingly in his arms, pressing a staunch kiss to the side of your head. 

“Don’t be silly,” he tells you. James makes a half-choked sound of agreement. “No sorries, okay?” 

You nod, the bump of your nose moving against Sirius’ neck. He gives you another kiss to show his approval. 

“You’re alright, darling,” Remus says again. “Take all the time you need. We’ve got you.” 

[avee09]

I want cuddly moonwater friendship. For Regulus is so “you touch me you die” and Remus is so “Ew your hands have a weird no-no touchy texture” but Regulus will randomly walk into the common room after getting a letter or after the moon or when he has period cramps and just flops down onto Remus and just snuggles in real close. And Remus whispers yes or no questions that no one can hear because he knows he doesn't want to talk but needs to know he's ok.

It started when after the moon a small black cat came and snuggled into remus’ chest and Remus fell asleep like that and then woke up with his crush’s brother holding his waist, but it's so comforting

Everyone is shocked when Regulus randomly walks into the gryff common room looking on the verge of tears. And even more so when Remus, who likes exactly zero touch, immediately opens his arms and closes his book.

James and Sirius eventually get to the point of being contact-safe for them and then it's sorta a cuddle party after the moons because it takes a toll on all 4 of them

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 5 - slap - 1233 words - NSFW cw: spanking

for @persimminos & @messymoony & @stagpdf may the virgin!james adventures begin

“Mmn,” James makes, mouth full of cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the way Regulus’ thighs start shaking. 

He’s moaning into the pillow his face is shoved into, toes curling.

And James can only agree, another noice rumbling through him when Regulus twitches harshly. It’s just that Regulus tastes so goddamn amazing, and he’s been letting James do this for two consecutive orgasms now so it’s admittedly a little hard for James to keep a straight head with the way his cock is throbbing with neglect and the urge to cum. He licks a straight path from Regulus’ little cock to his entrance going farther even and sucking at the furled skin of his hole too.

“Don’t stop,” Regulus pants, swinging one arm back to grab James by his hair and drag him back down.

Shoving his face right back between slick folds, smushing James’ glasses against his face, nose pressed in there too, no way of getting air and by god James didn’t know but suddenly he wishes he would black out from this. 

It’s been glorious upon glorious revelation for James ever since Regulus first initiated more than kissing between the two of them. For example finding out about his basically non-existent refractory period, about how a few well placed words and kisses on James’ pecs and stimulation to his nipples paired with a single finger stroking up and down his cock can make him cum. And apparently that he’d die a happy man if only with Regulus’ cock in his mouth.

He’s digging his fingers so hard into the soft give of Regulus’ thighs that James is pretty sure he will leave bruises. And that’s another thing on the list apparently, now that he thinks of it. Leaving Regulus in shades of purple and red and blue, leaving his mark on Regulus. James makes a mental note to ask him how he feels about hickeys later.

For now James keeps gripping and kneading the flesh, suddenly plagued with the urge to smack his palm flat against Regulus’ ass. God, he wants to hit Regulus. The prospect is exciting yet James recoils a little at how naturally it comes to him, something so animalistic. Yet. Regulus might actually like it…given how he’d explained to James earlier that he relishes in the sting of soreness, in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched to the brim and fucked until he thinks his insides might bruise.

James helplessly groans against Regulus slit.

Soon enough Regulus’ noises grow an edge, back arching impossibly and tugging so hard on James’ roots it stings and then Regulus shudders through yet another orgasm.

Once they’re laying down next to each other, limps loosely entangled and breathing slowly mellowing out, James approaches the subject.

“Um, Reg,” he gnaws on his bottom lip.

Regulus hums in response, eyes closed, face still flushed sexily.

James takes a deep breath, reminding himself that Regulus had reprimanded him to ask about anything he wanted to know or try. “Earlier there, um, I think I wanted to sorta slap your ass.”

Regulus’ eyelashes flutter open prettily, grey eyes fixing James in an instant and making his breath hitch. He purses his mouth a little, regarding James with intense curiosity. His voice is a little husky from too much use when he speaks up, “Wanna try it?”

“Y-yeah,” James nods, finding himself even more eager than usual.

A small grin plays with Regulus’ mouth and James is momentarily enraptured by the tip of a sharp canine digging into his lower lip before Regulus arches one brow.

“Oh, right now?”

“No time like the present,” Regulus purrs, hiking one of his legs higher up and wiggling his bum.

James cock kicks where he’s still hard and heavy against his stomach. He nods, “Mh, right, yes.”

He goes to sit up but Regulus interrupts. “Wait, sit up against the headboard a little.”

James pliantly does as told, scooting up and placing a pillow between his back and the cool wood.

“Mm, perfect,” Regulus murmurs, giving him a quick kiss before he leans over his lap and lets his crotch rest right against James’ thighs, his ass now literally right in front of James’ nose. When James doesn’t do anything for a few moments too long Regulus twists his head in his crossed arms, cheek squishing adorably and cutting James a look that says Today, perhaps?

James swallows, chest fluttering with nerves and spine tingling with…something else. Sometimes he gets the urge to just bite Regulus. Like, very fucking hard. He takes a deep breath. James doesn’t want to overdo it right on the first hit.

He draws his hand up, gaze flitting back to Regulus who holds the eye contact reassuringly and gives him a tiny nod, mischief sparkling in his eyes and smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. It gives James the needed confidence to let his hand come down quickly. There’s little force behind it, it’s almost gentle, like you would swat the fingers of your loved one away from a plate of too hot cookies but it felt good, to feel the pert flesh react under his palm.

James warily glances Regulus’ way again who, bless him, sends James another encouraging nod. “That was totally okay, baby. You can definitely go harder. If that’s what you want.”

It goes straight to James’ cock, twitching where it was resting against Regulus’ hip. “Harder?” he chokes, clearing his throat violently and fingers clenching involuntarily against Regulus’ ass. James already feels delirious with the mere suggestion. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Regulus nods confidently, tilting his neck, shoulder blades rolling enticingly, “I can take it, Jamie.”

James makes a noise he’s not quite sure is human and then sucks in a stuttering breath, lifting his hand again. The next smack is decidedly harder. His palm lands right against the meat of his cheek with a resounding sound, skin immediately warming and when James takes it away he leaves behind a beautiful faintly red spot. James could cry right now.

“Oh, fuck- fuck,” his eyes snap to Regulus, watching this one lick over his lips, parted once more and eyes already lidded again. “Baby. Baby, fuck, can– Please, please can I do this again? I’m– fuck.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathes, nodding slowly, “Like it. More.”

“Oh, god,” James thinks he curses something in Spanish but then he’s already swinging down again, aiming for the same spot and marvelling at the way the pale skin flushes in an instant.

James kind of loses count after the first 5 hits on each cheek. He only knows the way Regulus grows increasingly louder again, breath hitching into gasps and moaning into the crook of his arm, crossing his ankles and arching his back more as James starts drooling pre cum down to add milky white to the mess of red and barely there purple that’s making James’ head spin.

At one point Regulus orders James to stop for a minute as he lifts slowly, groaning, only to reposition and lay down again but this time with James’ cock trapped between his thighs, right against his wet entrance.

Now, whenever James’ hits land, he feels Regulus clench around him. Feels him twitch and squirm around his cock restlessly until James cums with a stuttering groan and a breathless laugh all over Regulus’ marvellously mottled skin.

[siriuslygay1981]

Word count- 1066

TW- choking, talk of k!ling, Sorta NSFW , obsessed JEGULUS! Based off of this post

A/N this may have gone out of my hands....it went in a direction I didn't intend TBH... But I still like it very much! Thank you SM @tenakiie for letting me do a microfic for it! I've been trying to find inspo for a writing thing and this was perfect! The art is absolutely lovely :))

Read below the cut!

Regulus let's his hands travel up James's chest, marveling at the way James arches up into his touch. The small gasp that leaves his lips makes regulus groan. He lets out a shaky breath, his chest feels tight with overwhelming emotion.

They had been laying there for a while now, lips touching hands roaming. The two talked and talked and then just laid beside the other.

But as Regulus laid there, thinking of their relationship and how James made him feel, he was angry he was overfilling with love and he couldn't get the thought that he wanted to hurt James. Just a little. Just a small bit of pain. How else could he get this pressure off of his chest but to pinch his arm, bite his shoulder? Maybe...wrap his hands around his neck and squeeze...just for a moment.

Which unsurprisingly is what Regulus ends up doing. He straddles James and loosely wraps his hands around his neck. He frowns down at James who just smiles up at him, eyes trusting and so so soft. It makes the itch harder to resist, he clenches his teeth.

"I want to kill you." He says it softly, says it without even realizing. It's too late to take back now, it's in the air and he's sure James heard it. They're too close to not have.

James rests his hands on Regulus' thighs, squeezes softly before replying

"I'm yours." He says softly "I'm all yours."

His eyes are soft, crinkled at the side, his smile dopey and warm. One hand slides up to his hip and he rubs his thumb comfortingly. Regulus tightens his hands slightly in response and leans down so they're face to face, mere inches apart, but James doesn't even flinch, just traces his eyes across Regulus' face.

"You could...if you wanted to." James whispers, his voice slightly hoarse because of the pale hands still putting pressure on his throat

Regulus tilts his head, he keeps eye contact with James and scoots forward before knocking their foreheads together

"Your friends would kill me if I did..." He says as if he would actually go through with it.

"No." James says his eyes suddenly dark

"I wouldn't let them."

Regulus almost laughs, he tightens his grip again, his thumbs pushing slightly against his Adams apple

"You wouldn't be there to stop them though..." He whispers

Biting his lip he watches James's face twitch, he's angry. Regulus licks his lips and sighs. He can feel James swallow beneath his fingertips, he watches closely as James struggles to speak for a moment.

"You won't be harmed....even if I have to come back from the fucking dead."

Regulus gasps and loosens his hold. Looking down at James, James watches him closely, he rubs a soothing hand up Regulus' back

"No one will touch you.." He says, his voice is thick and scratchy.

Regulus leans closer and tilts his head to the right, his eyes half lidded. Their noses touch, he can feel James's hot breath against his mouth.

"What about you?" He asks huskily

James grips regulus tightly for a moment, conflict briefly flashing in his eyes

"Not even me, not if you don't want me to." He says firmly

Regulus brushes his thumb against James's throat again

"And if I told you right now not to touch me?" He asks, curious to his answer

James let's his hands fall to the side, his breathing heavy and a frown on his face

"Then I won't."

Regulus swallows hard, his eyelashes fluttering

"if I said you never could again?" His voice is low and raspy

James heaves in breath after breath below him, trying to regain some air he must've lost

"If that's what you want love....that's what you'll have."

Regulus watches James' Adams apple bob up and down for a moment he rests his thumb there and almost grins when James stops breathing, stops moving all together.

"I'm going to kiss you now.." Regulus murmurs against James's lips.

He watches the way James's eyes dilate, he groans in the back of his throat.

"God please do-" he whimpers

Regulus leans down and kisses James, his unoccupied hand going to his messy hair and tugging lightly. James gasps and arches up a bit. Regulus grins against his lips and bites James's bottom lip before pulling back slightly.

He lets go and squeezes his hand around James's neck when he sees his bottom lip plump. James makes a small choking sound which makes Regulus immediately loosen his grip, afraid he might've hurt him

James shakes his head lightly, his hand jumping to Regulus' wrist, he pauses before their skin can touch, let's his hand hover for a moment before dropping it

"No...it's ok." He murmurs, his dark eyes staring up at regulus

Regulus tilts his head back and groans, he squeezes his thighs against James's side and let's his head fall back down

"You can touch me James" he whispers, his eyes still closed

James grips the back of Regulus' neck and pulls him down so they're chest to chest again

"I wouldn't be able to live without you. If you told me to never touch you, I wouldn't lay a finger on you baby. Just as long as I can see you, be near you...fuck just hearing your voice would be fine-"

He sucks a breath in, one hand gripping Regulus' hip

"I might not survive it...but if that's what you want...I'd cut my hands off to keep that promise."

Their lips brush against one another, regulus let's out a sigh before kissing James with all the overwhelming, all consuming feelings inside of him. James responds in kind, his hands gripping regulus and pulling him closer, closer,closer as if to weld them together. To have their body stuck together irreversibly.

Neither would mind, some days Regulus is sure he'd let James consume him entirely, pretending as if he hadn't already. They were both willing to do whatever the other wanted, willing to follow one another to the ends of the universe. Destined to intertwine and connect, to never be separated. It would be unkind, would be cruel to rip regulus away from James, to take away the very air he breathes. He would not survive it, Regulus would not live in a world where James wasn't his and vice versa.

[thedreamybluepixie]

Au where lily and sev aren't friends from the start and there's no war.

Lily finds out in the middle of 3rd year that hey, they're technically neighbours! Lily and James have a weird sort of acceptance of each other by 5th year because they have friends in common. James? Crushing on lily HARD. Severus is trying to get an internship type of thing at a potions shop and trying to figure out why

a. a weird red haired girl is following her around (she claims that they're neighbours but?? Mom didn't raise a non paranoid kid)

b. Sirius Black's younger brother is also following him around. Like?? Are they all in onto a joke that he doesn't know about? (Hint: they all want to be his friend) .

Anyway James and Lily figure out that both of them like Sev when they both bump into each other and books fall down and out from it, you guessed it, pictures and drawings of sev

They're both like

Throughout this chaos, Narcissa and Lucius have adopted Sev and have already threatened many potential suitors away. Sev is oblivious to all this and is like that meme that goes "they all hated me"

Sirius is honestly just concerned about his friend's tastes . The plot twist is that he isn't concerned about James crushing on Sev, he doesn't understand it but Snape's sorta chill even if it's in a weird way BUT LILY??? (She's punched him once for making a weird comment, he's grown since then #characterdevelopment )

Regulus just somehow managed to imprint on Sev like a baby duckling honestly. He doesn't notice his friend who has a crush on him (upto ur interpretation honestly cuz idk any Reggie group)

There's so much chaos that at some point all the teachers are betting on who's getting with whom.

[bradleysass]

The Snare of the Stag - @leeny-leens - word count: 542 - Sorta Starchaser in the making

Regulus Black always felt like he was being watched. Not just by the oppressive eyes of his family, or the judgmental stares of Hogwarts students who whispered about his ties to the Dark Arts. No, this was something different.

Something sharper. Hungrier.

James Potter.

It started in fifth year. Regulus didn’t notice at first; James was too busy making a fool of himself, trailing after Lily Evans like a lost puppy. But there were moments—small ones—that began to set Regulus on edge. A glance that lingered too long. A smirk that seemed too sharp when their eyes met in the halls. James, normally loud and brash, would grow unnervingly quiet when Regulus entered the room, as though cataloging every detail of his movements.

By sixth year, it became undeniable.

James would corner him in forgotten corridors under the guise of mischief. He’d laugh, play it off as harmless fun, but his eyes betrayed him. They glinted with a mania Regulus couldn’t quite place���a predatory intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

One night, it escalated.

Regulus was heading back to the Slytherin dorms after a late Quidditch practice when he heard footsteps behind him. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps matched his rhythm, echoing through the empty corridors like a heartbeat.

“Black,” came James’s voice, soft but commanding.

Regulus stopped, turning slowly. James stood a few feet away, his wand loosely held in one hand. His glasses were askew, and his usually neat hair looked more disheveled than usual, as though he’d been running his hands through it compulsively.

“What do you want, Potter?” Regulus asked, his voice cold and clipped.

James didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his head tilting like a predator examining its prey.

“You’re fascinating, you know that?” James said, his voice low and almost reverent. “So much like Sirius, but… quieter. Sharper. Like you’re hiding something.”

Regulus stiffened. “Stay away from me.”

James laughed, but it wasn’t his usual carefree sound. It was darker, jagged.

“Why?” James asked, stepping closer. “Because you’re afraid I’ll figure you out? Afraid I’ll see what you’re really like?”

“And what exactly do you think I’m like?” Regulus shot back, his wand slipping into his hand.

James’s smile widened, but his eyes remained unhinged. “Like me,” he whispered.

The words sent a chill down Regulus’s spine. He took a step back, his grip on his wand tightening, but James was faster. In an instant, he had Regulus pinned against the cold stone wall, their faces inches apart.

“You think I don’t see it?” James hissed, his voice trembling with intensity. “The way you carry yourself, like you’re above everyone else. Like you don’t care. But you do. You care too much. Just like I do.”

“You’re insane,” Regulus spat, struggling against James’s grip.

James only laughed again, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. “Maybe I am,” he said, his voice softening. “But you… you’re the only one who gets it. Who gets me.”

Regulus stared at him, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time, he saw James Potter not as the arrogant Gryffindor everyone adored, but as something far darker. And in that moment, he realized he might not be able to escape.

[some-batfam-rp]

Hi, I have The Urges so

NEW RP - BatFam/DC

It’s just a chill, BatFam sorta thing. I definitely want Jayroy to be a part of it. A part from that, it is a free for all

Just BatFam fluff (or angst. I do love angst).

There is no real premise. If you want to talk about making plot stuff, dm me.

All I currently have planned is Jayroy maybe getting together (or being together and struggling to hide it from Bruce)

Also maybe all the siblings tagging in with the chaos (and trying to cause more chaos)

So yeah

This is not the first time I have ran an rp, and I’m sure it won’t be my last. That being said, this is chill. If you haven’t been in an rp before and want to try, you can join this

Taken Accs and by whom

Taken:

Jason by @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus

Dick by @stxrfaced

Tim by @regulus-the-raggedy-doctor

Roy by @aceofspades42

Accs:

Jason @jason-motherfucking-todd

Dick

Tim

Roy

[greenunoreversecard]

hi hi i came across your work a lot and i love it

i was wondering if you could do a ftm reader with barty crouch jr where the reader hasn’t done anything yet to medically transition besides top surgery (so no bottom surgery or testosterone) and it’s that time of month and they are feeling super dysphoric and just a bunch of fluff. if you’re comfortable with it please.

have a lovely day and i will return *evil gremlin laugh* bye!

A/N;I'll try, it's late.. almost 1am and I'm 🍃 rn.. ERM also lowkey basing off of my own experinces

Warning: slightly spicy suggestions, strong language, innuendos and explicit phrases(?) sorta got a enemies and lovers vibe, readers kinda a snarky asshole

Guess im a vampire- Barty Jr. X FtM! Reader

i shuffle uncomfortably in my bed, the room dark. I shuffle again as another wave of sharp, pulsating pain envelops my lower stomache. My grip on the heating pad tightens.

Fucking bloody Mary has decided to have a trampoline party on my... non wanted parts.

Not only does it slightly hurt my ego and absolutely destroy me mentally, it also decides to fuck me, and not establish a safe word.

As I shuffle again, feeling my insides shift as nausea hits as well as another wave of pain, my door essentially flies open, lock broken into firey pieces of metal, I see none other than resident "chalk dyed tips, emo twink" Barty Jr.

"Guess what I heard from Regulus that heard from Pandora that Heard from Evan?"

"what? Why are you all playing telephone?" I say, slowly sitting up, hair messy and a tired look on my face.

He leans on the doorframe, a mischievous glint in his eye. He raises a brow.

'He's not going to tell me unless I guess. Typical'

"Lucius and Narcissa broke up again?"

"Nope"

"Bellatrix comes out as being is in a lesbian relationship?"

"No, but that is in my Christmas bingo card so I fucking hope" He replies as he saunters over to my bed, plopping down next to me, although for some reason a bit more... Gently?

"They found out about when we-"

He glares at me.

"B, they can't hear us"

"they always hear us"

I sigh, and roll my eyes, although a bit more happier than earlier.

"Just tell me"

"Well, firstly I lied about hearing it through the grapevine, I just wanted rumor ideas-"

I snort a laugh, typical. He playfully glares at me.

"Evan told me this morning that you woke up in bloody sheets, and then we snuck into the library to get a gender book thing, and we looked at like-" He whispers the next word; "menstruation-. And like all that. and I asked Narcissa, -because you two are friends- how to help because he said you looked in pain, which, she said try coke,' that cheers most people up' and so we were gonna buy some, but Evan asked Pandora and-" he shuffles, sitting up and shoving a plastic bag for you.

You look at it causiously, but eventually give into temptation and look inside. Some hygiene products, a box of cigs, some candies and chocolates, paracitimol and... A box of lube?

You hold it up with a questioning gaze

"in case the thing gets stuck to the..." He gestures vaguely to your crotch.

"..what?"

"when you stick it on, the diaper, it's on your who-ha"

I laugh and cover my mouth.

"it's- it's not stuck onto my vagina, Barty. It's stuck onto the fucking underwear."

I laugh again, and Barty's head tilts lightly digesting the information.

"Oh."

I laugh again, before wincing from a harsh pain.

he looks confused, before remembering something, then gets off my bed.

He gestures to the bathroom.

"Wash up, get the vampire hoodoo off then come back over and we can try fucking round with a radio to become possessed."

I laugh lightly, yawning and respond: "Guess I'm a vampire now. Can I ask why?" I stretch,making sure the heating pad stays locked in position.

"Because Blood"

I raise my eyebrow. "Blood? What about it"

He shrugs. "Blood means vampire"

"Didn't you-"

"Never, not me wrong guy."

I quirk an eyebrow, and He shrugs.

"I'll be a vampire if your a vampire"

He rolls his eyes, head lolling backwards, he huffs over-exaggeratedly.

"if that means you fuck off and shower than sure" He grins sardonically.

I glance at the bathroom, before nodding and slowly getting up, which he ends up helping with and collecting some clothes for me for a shower; all because "we don't want grandpa to die".

After I shower, I come out, having had Barty essentially shove some pain killers down my throat, im feeling a bit better, but still tired. I find Barty, who is on his bed, with all of my blankets as well as his. He looks up as hee hears the door open, before quickly beckoning me over, he's laying down, so I join him in the same position.

He clears his throat.

"we can cuddle. Platonically, because I know your poor heart couldnt handle romantic"

I snort a laugh.

"it's not gay if we wear socks"

"I'm wearing only one, does that mean I'm bi?"

"what type of monster only wears one fucking sock?"

We continue to bicker as Barty gently maneuvers me to a position comfortable for both of us. We're pressed against one another. This isnt the first time this has happened.

We talk, and play some records and eventually fall asleep to Evan walking in with a camera.

That'll be a tomorrow issues.