#reggie is getting carried away

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MANIAC

the one where you don't go back to the boys.

part two of the conan gray series

“i wish i were heather” out now!

synopsis: after getting cheated on by your previously expected soulmates, a change in perspective occurs and you find yourself falling for a different set of three.

warnings: foul language, slander on the marauders, sexual innuendos, mentions of smoking, a small taylor

"PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS WANT BACK WHAT THEY CAN'T HAVE."

Leaving Hogwarts early for Christmas this year was not something anyone could've forshadowed.

You, the girl who spent most of her time studying for her upcoming OWLS in November, had disappeared without a trace.

Of course most of your close friends knew where you were, and some not so close friends did aswell.

"She can't just run away from her problems." Said Sirius, his leg bouncing anxiously from the news Regulus had just sprung onto them.

"Sirius, It'll be fine, okay? When they get back to school, we can formally apologize and move on, right?" Remus attempted to reassure Sirius, but he in reality he felt quite crestfallen.

Lily sat quietly, already regretting her decision to do this with them.

In her head, she knew they had every intention to not cheat and solve things the right way— but she hadn’t helped.

It all started one night at a loud and ear-shattering Gryffindor victory party after a successful win for their Quidditch team.

She got drunk, and they were completely wasted.

And you weren’t there.

So their drunken minds believed it would be a missed opportunity if they didn’t take their chance with Gryffindors golden girl.

Lily knew she should’ve said no, she should’ve gone back to her dorm and hid from them for the rest of eternity.

But fate clearly had other plans.

And after secrets, longing stares, and lingering touches that the truth finally came to light.

and it was all at your expense.

“So— When will our Reggie be joining us, Meadowes?” Evan slurred, his voice carrying a heavily intoxicated tone.

“Soon enough, he’s got one more OWL to complete and then he’s on his way.” Dorcas mused as she gently pet the head of her tipsy sleepy Gryffindor girlfriends head as she babbled on about Quidditch.

Evan nodded drunkenly— before taking another swig.

Dorcas seemed so peaceful with Marlene— who had surprisingly accepted her invitation to spend Christmas with the Slytherins, though Marlene truly wasn’t prejudice against them like others were.

They seemed so… in love.

You had love once.

Remember?

They’re gone.

Remember?

They’re gone.

“I— I had love… once—“ You hiccuped sadly, beginning to sob for the umpteenth time this evening.

You were extremely drunk, who could really blame you?

“Aww… Treasure…” Barty (who surprisingly was very sober) cooed, encapsulating you in a bear hug as you cried into his chest.

“How many more times is she going to do that?” Asked Peter, who— by the way: lied to his friends and said he was going home for Christmas.

He was only visiting for the night, as he was currently visiting his girlfriend— Sybil Trelawney who lived in town.

“Who knows, Pete. Who knows..” Evan slung his arm around him.

“This should be the last time before she realizes that she doesn’t need them, that’s what the sprites are telling me.” Pandora smiled, petting your hair gently in comfort.

“Pettigrew, you should turn back to your rat-pack and tell them they’re trash.”

You spat, in broken sighs.

Obviously, Peter felt a bit of offense to the rat slander but alas— they weren’t aware of his rat-secret.

Quite a shame.

“Sure thing, L/N.”

'FEELS LIKE WE HAD MATCHING WOUNDS BUT MINES STILL BLACK AND BRUISED.'

on December 19th, Regulus had finally arrived at Barty's flat he'd rented for the holidays.

Marlene, Dorcas, and Peter had their departure just the day before, leaving just you, Pandora, Evan, Barty, and Regulus.

Pandora had just wished you all goodnights and dream blessings before nodding off to your shared room for your stay.

"So, anyone up for some firewhiskey?" Offered Evan, who held a giant bottle of the substance.

"Just a small bit, Rosie." Barty accepted his offer graciously.

"Need anything, amour?" Regulus mused in your ear, by far he was the most comforting one. As the other two just distracted you with their own twisted ways of thinking and chaos.

"I'm alright, Reggie. Thank you." You nodded politely, you had felt incredibly off this break.

Though they all weren't stupid, they knew why you were acting strange.

Every year since third year; You and the boys would leave Hogwarts and spend Christmas with the Potters.

Snowball fights, roaring fires, Effie's hot cocoa, the memories echoed through your brain like they were music blasting from your headphones.

Every time you closed your eyes to sleep, you would see endless slideshows of everything you had ever done with them.

The nights of passion, the hugs, the pre and post-quidditch game good luck and good job kisses, the play fights, the happiness.

Your life was black and white before you met them, they brought the color.

But they showed you colors they knew you couldn't see with anyone else.

Well, besides your 'best' friends.

Were you really just that? Just friends?

You were a year younger than the Marauders, same year as Regulus.

and Sirius would be so pissed off if he found out that you were sleeping with his brother-

...

Wait.

Who gives a fuck about Sirius?

Who cares what intelligent insult will come out of Remus' mouth?

And James, he liked Regulus once.

They'd hate you.

But,

Maybe you wanted them too.

So, you ended up taking a few shots of firewhiskey.

Okay,

More than a few.

"Um- actually, Reggie. I- I do need something." You slurred, holding onto your sober ex-boyfriends brother best friends nimble shoulders like he was your lifeline.

"Yes, amour?"

"I want a kiss."

Evan spat out his drink back into his cup, and Regulus' face heated up significantly.

"I'll give you a kiss..." Barty clambered over his boyfriends as his cold, veiny hands meet your waist.

His hands skim your body up and down, before pecking your lips softly, as if he was asking for acceptance.

"Can I kiss you?" Barty spoke so softly, he may have been chaotic and insane- but he was extremely cautious and respectable with things like this.

"I-I wanna taste you so bad.." Evan cooed at Barty's sweet words, as he held an extremely flustered Regulus in his arms, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

"Barty- please, kiss me." You mewled, barely finishing your sentence as he dived into your lips.

His lips surprisingly tasted like cherry chapstick, even though he had just been chugging firewhiskey.

After feeling like an eternity, Barty broke your kiss.

"I've wanted to do that since fourth year." He mumbled drunkenly, gazing up stupidly and lovingly at your blush-kissed face.

His kisses were heavenly, and so were Evan's, and Regulus'.

And needless to say, you didn't return back to Pandora that night.

'YOU'RE POINTING AT THE STARS IN THE SKY THAT ALREADY DIED.'

The return to Hogwarts was an awkward one at that.

But returning back to Hogwarts feeling happier than ever with your boyfriends? That was the best return you could make.

Hand in hand with Barty, you strutted into the Great Hall.

Evan and Regulus trailed behind, as you rambled on and on to Barty about something.

James stared your direction, and you unfortunately met his gaze.

He wasn't dense, he could see how your bright smile seemed to dim.

He smiled, softly.

James knew that they'd never get you back the way they had you.

He should've realized that you were the light of their lives.

Everyone should've woken up to see you.

They hurt you.

And this was their price.

They had to watch you thrive, with three other men.

Who would treat you like a goddess, something they never sought time for.

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

part three

pairing: (future) james potter x black sister!reader, regulus black x sister!reader

genre: angst with like maybe a little fluff?

el's thoughts: this is part three! hope yall enjoy! part four is in the works, i promise!!

main masterlist | regulus masterlist | james masterlist

“We should run away.” Y/N didn’t skip a beat, catching him off guard. 

“What?”

Y/N reached over him causing him to groan when her elbow dug into his stomach. 

“We should run away. It worked for Sirius, why wouldn’t it work for us?”

“It worked for Sirius because we were still here. We are still here. Plus, where would we run to that mother and father wouldn’t find us?”

She paused for a moment, thinking through just how wise it would be to voice her thoughts. “I have a small idea… But I’m not sure you’ll approve. I’m not even sure I approve.”

Regulus eyed her skeptically, “Y/N?”

“The Potters.”

The older twin stared at her for a long moment before laughing quietly. “You’re joking.”

Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched up and she tried to speak through his chuckles. “No, I’m not. Why would you think that? I’m being very serious right now-”

“I thought you just said that we should run away to the Potter’s manor. Where Sirius is. Where James is.”

Y/N sighed and buried her face in the pillow clutched to her chest. “I know what I said… And if you-” She cut herself off, moved the pillow, and looked up at her brother. “I can’t do this anymore, Reggie. It’s killing me. I just can’t. I want to get out of here and if running away isn’t the best way to do that then I’m open to ideas. But Reg�� I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Regulus’ heart broke at the sight of her watery eyes looking up at him. He knew she needed out and he had tried thinking of ways to get her out but none seemed to make sense. Nothing would have ended up well for anyone. 

“Okay.”

Y/N eyed him, “Okay…what?”

“We’ll leave, we’ll run away. This weekend, Mother and Father have a large gathering at Cissa’s. We can leave then.”

~

“I thought we were smarter than this.” 

“Shut up,” Regulus grunted. He lugged two large trunks behind him and followed the path up to the Potter’s front door.

Y/N rolled her eyes and heaved as she dropped the luggage she was carrying. “Why would you make me pack up my wand when we could’ve used it to carry the bags? That was an idiot’s move, Reg.”

She quickly unzipped the side pocket of her bag and pulled out her wand, levitating all their luggage to the doorstep. 

Regulus gave her a sharp side-eye before he led the way up to the door. “Don’t say anything till we’re inside. They could be hostile, and in their strange minds, they’d be in the right. I’ll handle it.”

Y/N nodded silently and then looked up at her brother. “Do you think they’ll turn us away?”

Regulus’ facial expression softened at the quiet tone of her voice. “I hope not. They’re supposed to be morally right and all that Gryffindor shite.”

She chuckled at his words and watched as he knocked on the door. 

“I’ll get it, Mum!” Sirius’ voice sounded from deeper inside the house. Mum. He’d referred to Mrs.Potter, James’ mother as his own. He had never called their mother ‘mum’. 

The twins shared a look of surprise before turning back to the door when they heard the lock turn and creak open.

Sirius stood in bone-chilling shock. “What’re ya doin’ here?” His voice was no louder than a murmur as he looked over his shoulder before stepping outside and closing the door behind him. 

The older twin took a step back causing Y/N to stumble back a step as well. “We thought a sleepover would be fun.” Regulus deadpaned. “What do you think?” 

“She didn’t kick you out, did she? No way. Your mother wouldn’t’ve done that.” 

“No our mother didn’t kick us out, but in case you didn’t realize… We needed out as well, so we found our own way. We’re here to ask if we could stay for only a little while till we can find a place for ourself.”

“No-”

“Last I heard, this was the Potter’s manor, not yours. So if you’ll please go get the head of the house, that would be wonderful.”

Sirius tore his gaze away from Regulus and looked at Y/N over his shoulder. She was looking anywhere but at him, as she fiddled with her ring-clad fingers and rocked on the balls of her feet. She was ready for rejection, that much the eldest Black could tell. His heart ached for his little siblings and in that moment he realized how cold he had been to them. And how little of it all they actually deserved. He gave them a curt nod and let them into the house to wait in the foyer while he went to find Fleamont and Euphemia. 

Both twins looked around the house’s main entrance in complete awe. It was so welcoming and felt so warm, like a big hug. Not that either of them had much experience with those. 

James Potter came hurdling down the large staircase. “I heard the door! Is Moony here yet?” He froze mid-stride, almost falling off the last step. “Oh.”

“Potter,” Regulus nodded in a polite greeting, though he noticed the bespectacled boy’s gaze didn’t leave his sister’s frame. 

Y/N smiled somewhat timidly. “James.”

“How- What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to speak with your parents actually.” Regulus’ was cut off from any further explanation as Mr. and Mrs. Potter came walking up to the Black twins. 

“Regulus, Y/N! It’s so wonderful to finally be able to meet you both properly!” Euphemia greeted them with the kindest and brightest smile. It was slightly overwhelming to the pair as they tried to smile back out of respect.

Fleamont looked over the siblings and sighed inwardly at the sight of their trunks and luggage. Pity swelled up in his heart over the thought of how the Black children were raised. “Why don’t we talk in my home office? If you prefer a little more privacy, that is.”

“Yes, that would be perfect,” Regulus said professionally as he guided Y/N to walk in front of him to follow the Potters. 

Y/N could hear the harsh whispers being shared between James and her eldest brother but paid them no mind as she was led to Mr. Potter’s home office. She tried to tame her look of surprise at the cozy office space designated for the senior Potter. It startled her how different her father’s office was in comparison.

“Please, sit. Would you like anything to drink? We have water and tea or even juice or lemonade.” Mrs. Potter’s hospitality bombarded the twins as they shook their heads in polite decline. 

“Okay, then let’s get to what you’re here for.”

Regulus sat up straighter from his position on the soft sofa. “We deeply apologize for the inconvenience this may be to your family. We understand that what we are here to ask for is a lot, seeing as you have already taken in our brother-”

“But I really couldn’t think of anywhere else to go that might be remotely safe. I’m so sorry, Mr. Potter. Truly.” Y/N interrupted her brother before lowering her head slightly with her hands clasped together in her lap.

“We’re here to ask for a place to stay. Not for long though, we promise. Just till we can get on our feet and find a place of our own. We don’t have access to any of our funds or bank accounts till we turn eighteen, so until then, we’ll have to find jobs to make our money. I don’t expect it to take too long to make enough to afford a small flat for the two of us. And once we’re a bit better off then I’ll make sure to pay you back for any expense we cause you. Anything at all-”

“And while we’re here, we’re prepared to help in any way you see fit, Mrs. Potter. I understand that running a household isn’t easy yet alone with four children. I can help with the cooking or cleaning, though I don’t know much of either of them… But if you can show me just once- I’m a really fast learner! I promise I’ll help with anything.”

The couple shared a look before Mrs. Potter smiled warmly. “Of course, you both can stay here. And there is no rush from us for you to find a place of your own.”

Regulus and Y/N shared a confounded and confused glance. “Really?”

“Yes, really. You’re welcome here anytime or as long as you need. I remember very well how Orion and Walburga were back in our school years. I can’t assume they grew warm hearts overnight.” Regulus looked away from the older man at his words. “And please, there isn’t a need to worry about paying us back for anything,” said Mr. Potter.

Tears sprung to Y/N’s eyes but she kept her composure. “Thank you. Thank you so much! I promise we won’t be a burden or in the way of anything.”

“Oh, my dear, you won’t be a burden at all. I’ll show you to some spare rooms.” Mrs. Potter stood up from her seat next to her husband and placed a hand on the younger girl’s shoulder, guiding her out of the office looking back for Regulus to follow.

James and Sirius scrambled away from the office door as it swung open, quickly diverting their eyes.

Euphemia snapped her fingers and the trunks in the forere lifted off the floor and went up the stairs to what Y/N assumed their new rooms. The youngest Black looked to the two Gryffindor boys and smiled meekly. The events of the day finally caught up to her and caused her chest to feel heavy. She reached back for Regulus’ hand and continued to follow Mrs. Potter up the staircase.

~

Regulus sat on the large bed that occupied most of the space in Y/N’s new room as she laid back with her hair sprawled out on top of the pillows. No words were exchanged, the twins just sat in silence, needing to process the events of today. Three knocks on the door broke them out of their trance.

“Hello, sweetheart. It’s only Euphemia, can I come in?”

Y/N sat up and pulled her top down from where it rose just above her hip bones before she called out, “Yes, of course!”

The door was pushed open slowly and Euphemia poked her head in with a warm smile. “Oh, Regulus, I was going to go to your room after. I just came to let you know that dinner is ready. I would completely understand if you would prefer to eat up here for tonight. If that is so, I can prepare two plates and bring them up?”

The pair sitting on the bed shared a look and nodded back to Mrs. Potter. “Yes, please. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. I’ll be back with your plates.” She closed the door behind her and left the siblings to themselves.

After a beat of silence, Y/N spoke up. “We actually did it.”

Regulus nodded soundlessly. 

“We ran away and to the Potters of all places.”

“To Sirius.”

Y/N sighed, “To Sirius.”

[poeticallyspiteful]

hiii! could you please write a regulus black x potter! reader? maybe something like reg and reader secretly going out and getting discovered by James?

thank you!! have an amazing day 💗💗

his muse (pt. one)

regulus black x reader

fluff / angst

cw: unedited as always 😌, a sex joke but it’s a titanic reference lol, marauders being overprotective, kissing, cuddling, someone may threaten to pull out someone’s teeth and put them on a necklace (it seemed like a very regulus threat), artist!regulus because 🥰

summary: you’re the honorary little sister of the infamous marauders; what happens when they catch you with a certain someone?

notes: hey love, thank you so much for the request!! just so you know, i don’t like to write readers to be related to another character, because i want my readers be able to relate to the ‘reader character’ without altering their preferred fancast for another one based on things like race or ethnicity. that is totally on me for not putting that in my request post and i will do that asap, but i hope you enjoy this anyway <33

more notes: i did get just a tad bit carried away and decided to divide this request into two parts, just to make it less overwhelming for me and y’all as well. anyways, enjoy <333

“oh reggie, paint me like one of your french girls,” you giggled, draping yourself dramatically across regulus’ pristine sheets.

he looked up from his sketchbook, brow furrowed in a way that made you want to kiss him until you both passed out from lack of oxygen.

god, you loved him.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing.”

evan and barty had both left the slytherin dorms, off to some place or another, giving you the perfect opportunity for some alone time with your lovely boyfriend. you’ve made sure to do this at least once a week since you started dating in your fourth year. now that you’ve reached sixth year, the tradition had only grown more cherished; precious were the moments spent with someone you’d been otherwise forbidden to see.

“he’s dangerous, (y/n),” sirius insisted, only just finished with his dramatic act of fake vomiting. you had made the grave mistake of assuming your friend would have a normal reaction upon hearing who had asked you to the yule ball.

“a slytherin, (y/n), how could you?” james moaned, collapsing onto the auto-man like he was faint in the heart. “you have been my little sister all my life—”

“you met me when you were twelve and we are not related,” you corrected.

james feigned offense. “how dare you question our bond? blood does not matter! we are family and that is that, young lady.”

“leave her alone, the both of you,” remus laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. “our little girl had to grow up someday.”

sirius looked appalled. “not with my bastard, slimy, death eater of a brother—”

“he’s not a death eater, we’re fourteen!” you exclaimed, pouting dramatically at the older boy. “just one dance, i promise padfoot, if it’s that weird to you, i’ll never see him again.”

you lied.

sunlight peaked in through the curtains, the golden rays hitting regulus in such a way that made him look angelic. so focused on his sketchbook, glancing up every few moments to gaze at you like you were something to be revered.

you sat up in his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sweater that lay around your mid thighs; though you loved to, you rarely got the opportunity to wear reggie’s clothes, given sirius would recognize them in an instant. so, you took advantage of these moments whenever they came your way.

you loved wrapping yourself in the soft, strong, warm smell of him: minty cologne, sea salt, and pine trees. the scent was practically woven in the fabric, making everything feel so much softer, so much more him.

you did have a couple shirts and sweaters you’d stolen over the years, but they remained in your dorm at all times.

well, mostly.

it was a moment of stupidity. a dreary saturday morning, a hogsmeade trip, and you had slept in. naturally, you had to rush out of your dorm to get to breakfast in time; but, you didn’t need to change, did you?

why not wear the sweater you had slept in and save yourself a little time?

so, after changing into more appropriate pants, you made your way down the breakfast and sat in your regular spot; in between remus and james, and smack dab across from sirius.

he noticed his brothers favorite sweater the second you sat down.

“what’s that?”

you’d barely sat down by the time sirius spoke and continued making your morning coffee as the group grew silent around you. finally looking up, you glanced between your friends in confusion.

“what’s what?”

you lifted your sleeve to rub your nose, breathing in quickly through your stuffed up sinuses; stupid fall allergies.

you froze as the familiar sent cooled your insides, eyes darting over to the slytherin table across the great hall.

oh.

that’s ‘what’s what’.

“who’s jumper is that, (y/n)?” james asked, arm draping over your shoulders to tug the sleeve on the other side. “doesn’t look like one of mine—”

“or mine,” sirius chimed.

“or mine,” peter chirped, though you hardly stole borrowed his sweaters anyways (too scratchy).

“it’s mine!”

you were surprised to hear remus’ leap to your defense, as you knew damn well the sweater wrapped around you wasn’t his— still, you weren’t about to question it.

“mhm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee, hoping the boys didn’t notice your shaking hands. “i don’t know what that third degree was about, but i stole this from moony a month ago.”

“what’re you thinking about, lovely?”

regulus was suddenly just inches away from you, sketchbook tossed to the side, instead opting to look at his muse more close up.

“nothing,” you mumbled, smiling as he dipped down to kiss your collarbone, working his way up to your lips with featherlight kisses that made you wish you could stay with him forever.

though at this point, everything he did made you wish you could stay with him forever.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered, eyes scanning every curve and point of your face like a work of art; his work of art, his muse.

he’ll never get tired of that word.

you breathed in deeply, the smell of him practically making you glow like some sort of protection charm; you’d never felt safer than you did with regulus near. you felt untouchable with him, like nothing could ever hurt you.

“what are you doing here?”

lovely.

a grating voice to disrupt your terrible day.

“hey,” severus called. “i’m talking to you.”

you spun around, glaring at the greasy haired boy across from you with as much contempt at you could muster. “piss off, severus!” you shouted; you’d never bit back like this before, but the shocked look on his face was worth it. “really, cornering a younger student in an empty hallway? pretty cowardly, don’t you think?”

before you could debate the consequences of your actions, severus’ hand was gripping your cloaks and you were shoved up against the wall.

“you filthy little—”

just as quick as snapes hands were on you, they’d been torn off, and you scrunched to the ground. regulus shoved him up to the wall opposite you.

“defending your little mudblood, huh?”

“shut your filthy mouth about her or i swear on merlins grave, i will rip every single one of your teeth out and put them on a necklace like a string of fucking pearls,” regulus bit, baring his teeth, an emphasis to the threat. “you got that?”

that night, you ended up in a very similar position to where you were in now; wrapped up in your lovely boyfriends sweater, curled in his arms, and having sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

“y’know, i mean it when i say you are beautiful,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he spoke, breath fanning over your face. it tickled, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to hear his voice. “breathtakingly gorgeous, inside and out.”

“really?” you teased, nuzzling your nose further into his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

“really,” he laughed. “i could stay like this forever.”

you pouted, pulling yourself half on top of him. “but my daft friends just have to get in the way, don’t they?”

you hear a gasp from the doorway.

“did you just call us daft?”

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Neck - Oct 28 - @rosekillermicrofic - 354 words - Warnings: biting, marking, not explicit

Breakfast was usually Evan’s favorite meal of the day. He liked to get up early and spend his morning slowly enjoying his meal, reading while he ate. Pandora usually joined him, and Dorcas and Regulus got up early for quidditch, so they came in a half hour after the Rosier twins. Barty always showed up with only a half hour left of breakfast. He was very lucky that Evan saved him a plate, otherwise all of the most tasty foods would be gone.

When Barty did finally make it down to the Great Hall, he looked artfully rumpled, his robes slightly askew and his tie missing. He was blinking sleep from his eyes, stumbling a little as he made his way to the Slytherin table. Evan had to hide his smile against his tea cup as he took a sip; Barty was just so adorable in the mornings.

“Morning,” Barty grunted in greeting, sliding into his spot next to Evan and grabbing one of the pastries on his plate to take a huge bite. As he was chewing, Regulus was staring very critically at Barty.

“What the hell is all over your neck, Crouch?” Regulus finally asked, and Barty made a fool of himself by trying to look down to check, before shrugging.

Evan tried very hard not to smirk as he remembered what had happened last night. He had admittedly gotten slightly carried away, but Barty was entirely too tempting for him to take the blame. His neck was pale and long and deliciously unmarked, and Evan felt the primal need to bite and suck. He’d ended up moving in a line across Barty’s throat, leaving a purple and red bruised necklace.

“None of your business, Black,” Barty tossed back, taking another bite of his pastry.

“It looks like you were mauled,” Regulus scrunched his nose up. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It’s a good kind of hurt, Reggie,” Barty said through his food. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Regulus glared at him, but Evan was beaming, pulling Barty closer to snuggle into his side. He quite liked the look of the bruises, actually.

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My *nsfw* Meangirls head cannons no one asked for ;)

x Fem! Reader

Characters: Janis Imi’ike, Regina George, Cady Heron, Karen Shetty, Gretchen Weiners.

Janis: Wants so badly to be a top cause she’s “such a bad ass” but is really a power bottom/pillow princess. (still a badass though). She will carry that to her grave. Low key (high key) likes to act like a brat. Will try to gain control but ultimately fold the moment a hand is placed on her waist. Enjoys being treated rough but would never admit it, you could put a gun to her head and she’d just shrug. Degrading kink. Deeply appreciates affectionate aftercare. *cough* masochist *cough* Pet names for her: Love, Hun, Butterfly, Cutie Pie*to annoy her*, shortie *cause of her height not ShAwTy*

Regina: Switch leaning bottom. Has a thing for punishment (wow so surprising). Will challenge and egg her partner on just so she can get the outcome she hopes for. Pet names for her: Reggie, Princess, Darling, Love, Bitch(an inside joke that became real)

Cady: Low key switch *leaning top when paired with janis or regina cause we know*. People pleaser. Can and will use her puppy eyes to get what she wants. Pet names for her: Love, Cutie, Honey, Bee.

Karen: Pillow princess, nothing else makes sense to me. Proud of it too. Very possessive but in a cute way. *like if someone flirts with her girl she will smile then kiss her partners cheek before gushing how much she loves her* Begs all the time even during the most inappropriate times. *She would definitely try to drag her partner away mid conversation* Touch starved. Pet Names for her: Pretty Girl, Karebear, Bub, Love, Sweetie, Princess.

Gretchen: Switch leaning bottom. Also touch starved. Loses it when being held by the waist or sitting in partners lap. Her cute smile and puppy eyes makes her partner fold. Pet names for her: Bebe*wink wink*, Love, Cutie, Babes, Darling, Amor.

[villain-crown]

challenge | @jegulus-microfic| words: 1210

critical care, part 7 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 8, part 9)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

As soon as James set foot back in the critical care tower, it felt like everyone took one look at him and knew immediately that he’d fucked Regulus Black.

Which he hadn’t, by the way. 

He just desperately wished he had. 

They’d finished up their lunch with James dying to pull Regulus into a supply closet for some unsupervised quality time. Every sentence from that smirking mouth felt like his blood was being set on fire. But their breaks were nearly over, so he had settled for flirting more aggressively than he ever had in his life all the way back to the critical care tower elevator until James was so wound up that he was willing to be a bit reckless. 

“So what does a person have to do to get a goodbye kiss from you?” James quipped when they were alone in the lift with the doors closed. He was about a head taller than Regulus, and it felt good towering over the petite man. He braced himself with a palm against the wall just above Regulus’s soft black curls, looming above him and trying very hard to look cool. 

Regulus looked him up and down, evaluating him in that heated, challenging way that made James crazy. “Hm. Are you worth one?”

James stepped closer until he could feel the heat of Regulus’s breath. The Slytherin had to tip his head back entirely to look up through the lace of his eyelashes. 

“You tell me.”

And oh, it was so fucking close. The urge to pin Regulus against the wall right then and there was strong; to pull from his throat the filthy sounds he fantasized that the Slytherin would make when it was 2 AM on James’s bed. James was so there for it. But—

Ding.

“Oi! Reggie! Prongs!”

James sprung back like he’d been electrocuted when the lift doors opened swiftly and Sirius muscled his way in from the neurotrauma intensive care unit. He had the ICU transport pack slung over his shoulder and seemed to notice the tension in the air only after he’d inserted himself firmly between the other two nurses and the elevator door had started to close again. 

“What are you up to?” Sirius asked his little brother suspiciously. 

“Seducing your best friend.”

James let out a strangled noise as Sirius scowled. “Not funny, Reggie!” 

But Regulus just rolled his silver eyes in that maddeningly attractive way. “Oh relax, Sirius. It’s a joke, not a dick. Don’t take it so hard.”

Mate, you might witness your little brother getting dicked down right here in this elevator if he doesn’t stop talking.

“Reggie! No! Bad!” Sirius exclaimed, horrified, repeatedly hammering the doors close button like it’d make the elevator move any faster. “I know you don’t say that shit in front of our cousins! They just let you do whatever you want because they think you’re cute, you know. If they could hear what a menace you really were, you’d get away with a lot less.”

While this action was being carried out, James felt something being slipped into his scrub pocket. He shivered as Regulus’s fingers brushed teasingly against his inner thigh while his brother was distracted, but when James tried to meet his eye, he found Regulus’s face completely neutral. 

“That’s why I’m nice to them and a menace to you.”

Ding.

“Looks like this is your stop,” Sirius noted without answering as the elevator doors clicked open on the Slytherin floor. “Well, you’ve been a nightmare as usual. Thanks for that. Be sure to tell Snape we’ve sprayed for insects so he can’t float to our unit for another six months.”

“You’re so petty. And clearly pissed off that he passed his critical care certification first. Doesn’t that mean he gets paid more than you?”

“Not for long!”

“But for now.”

Regulus flounced out of the elevator, James’s eyes glued to his deliciously narrow waist. 

“UGH! He’s so annoying!” Sirius seethed in the background, jamming his finger against the doors close button. “I can’t stand that kid sometimes! Anyway…”

If he really was somehow telegraphing his intentions to absolutely rail Regulus, Sirius would have surely murdered him by now. Instead, his best friend was chatting him up about their latest prank as they wandered out of the elevator and over to the surgical ICU’s nurses’ station. James was trying very hard to focus on what Sirius was saying, but someone had to picture his younger brother in a variety of compromising positions and James’s imagination was certainly willing to take up the task.

“...and I know Snape thinks he’s got the upper hand, but c’mon. What are they going to do—fire all of Gryffindor…?”

He could see Regulus now, sinking gracefully to his knees in an empty exam room. Those stunning silver eyes would locked on his as he untied James’s scrubs, drew out his cock, and slipped it past his lips without breaking eye contact. 

“Prongs? Are you even listening to me?”

“What?” James asked automatically, feeling like a kid caught zoning out in class. These daydreams were starting to get a bit out of hand. “Yeah, I’m listening.”

Sirius didn’t look like he believed him. “Bullshit. Anyway, you know that Ravenclaw charge nurse, Pandora? I tried to ask her if she wanted to transfer her neurotrauma patient back up to their floor since they have the space, but guess what she said…”

A vibration from his pocket prompted James to fish his phone out while nodding supportively at all the right bits of Sirius’s story. The screen had lit up with a text, partially obstructing his background wallpaper of him and his parents beaming at the camera on their last vacation to the ocean. It was from a random number that he didn’t recognize, which made James nearly stow his phone again before he finally registered the words on the photo.

R.A.B: STD Screening Results.

James choked. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Sirius asked suspiciously, thoroughly oblivious to the fact that his baby brother had just texted James his sexual health paperwork.

“Nothing! Just, you know, about Snape. We should come up with a prank for him. Something really good.”

The surgical charge nurse brightened. “Oh! I had a really good idea for that! What if we…”

James looked over the text while Sirius spoke, rather impressed with Regulus’s efficiency. Judging by the timestamp, he’d gone in yesterday to have the screening done. He had tested negative across the board for any and all sexually transmitted disease or blood-borne pathogens. 

He had certainly tested negative for indecisiveness, which was actually sending James to his knees.  

[The only thing missing is a pregnancy test,] James joked, unable to resist teasing his thoroughness.

“...right, Prongs? Hello? Anyone there?”

“Oh!” James hastily stowed his phone, trying to remember the last thing Sirius had said. “Well, yeah, if you can get Frank Longbottom in on it.”

“I bet I could! I’ll get Alice to…”

A few minutes later, a new text came in.

It was another photo, which only made sense when James unlocked his phone and opened up the preview. On the vaguely recognizable Slytherin supply room countertop, a new, hospital-brand pregnancy test was laid out like a taunt. Someone had taken a sharpie and written one word on it in elegant cursive.

Negative. 

Negative for pregnancy, but positive for sarcasm. 

This fucking menace. 

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 11!!

July 11th <3

Essential - @jegulus-microfic - words: 960

First part Previous part

"It is essential you stick with your partner!" Regulus heard the camp leader holler before leaving all of the volunteers to find their pairs. He was sat with Pandora, her head on his lap as they chatted, ignoring everything going on around them.

The girl flicked her shockingly pale blue eyes up to his, wearing a suspicious smirk. "So..."

"Oh no." Regulus groaned at the mischievous glint in her eyes.

She cleared her throat loudly and flicked him on the knee, Regulus letting out a sound of annoyance before flicking one of her platinum braids in the air. Letting out a giggle, she rolled her eyes and carried on. "So! How's your partner doing?" She spoke with an eyebrow wiggle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He grumbled.

"You know exactly what I mean." She patted his leg. "You never hang out with us anymore, and when you do it's always 'James' this and 'Potter' that!" 

He paused, letting the thoughts run through his head. He supposes he does talk about him a lot, but he just needs to get it out of his system. There's just so much about James that he could talk about, the good, the bad, the strange, the attractive, all of it! There's so much he feels the need to say about him, because other people need to understand why James is so captivating. It isn't just him, right? 

He settled on denying everything, he can't deal with his own feelings right now. "No it isn't."

"Then how come I know exactly what shade of brown his eyes are, the shape of his waist, what you want to do to said waist..." She trailed off with a loud cackling laugh, shoving a dark skinned hand in front of her face when Regulus swatted her on the arm. "...and his favourite movie?" She finished with a sheepish smile.

"What's his favourite movie then?" Regulus questioned in triumph.

"He says it's the fast and the furious-" She answered quickly.

Regulus cut her off, both now spoke at the exact same time. "But it's actually Footloose." He looked down at her with an exasperated expression, she wore an amused and pitying smile on her lips.

Giving a shrug, Pandora tutted as he groaned and threw his head back onto the solid wood behind his head, trying his best to ignore how much that actually hurt. "Fuck."

"You finally figured it out?" She spoke in a soft tone.

He nodded into his hands, trying to stop the string of thoughts from rushing into his head and drowning him in everything James Potter, crashing away any other thoughts even lingering there. All he could think right now was purely one regrettable thing, one that he would quite like to forge,t but that didn't seem to prove possible.

He likes James Potter, doesn't he?

-

Two minutes into Regulus' mental breakdown, almost perfectly on time, over comes James Potter, skipping over to them with a wide smile. He pretty obviously wasn't aware of the mental turmoil he'd caused the dark haired boy in front of him, looking like he'd just found out something utterly tragic.

Slowly removing his fingers from his eyes, Regulus saw James looking between him and Pandora with an almost... annoyance to his face. Before the look flickered away, but not entirely, he looked purely uncomfortable when he looked at Pandora, who offered him a smile in welcome that he didn't respond. 

That's odd, James always smiles. Regulus couldn't help the itching feeling inside him to put a smile back on the older boys face, the bright, the stunning, the heart curing smile that ultimately made Regulus question absolutely everything.

Pandora slowly picked her head up, looking from James to Regulus multiple times, before jumping her knee up to her red painted lips to hide the wide grin that had taken over her slim face.

"I've come to collect Reggie." Regulus jutted a leg out to kick at the older boys ankle with a grumble. "What were you two talking about-"

"You." Pandora stated.

"Barty." Regulus spoke at the exact same time. 

The smile that took over James' face had to be blinding, the way his tongue darted out to trail over his bottom lip in amusement made Regulus' heart skip multiple beats, aching out of his chest. Oh, that's what that feeling was.

"Oh really?" He spoke in his curious, low voice. Regulus purposely trained his view on the floor in front of James' feet, but he could still feel a pair of lit up eyes in that specific shade of brown that Pandora was talking about, flit over him, all of him. He was sure the flush to his lightly freckled cheeks was showing even more now. 

Finally, he had the nerve to tilt his head up and let his gaze meet the other, shrugging. "I was telling Pandora about how Barty tripped you up." Regulus responded casually, thanking the gods that he managed to keep his voice clear and confident, because as much as he felt practically transparent right now, he most certainly didn't feel confident.

The smile seemed to dim slightly, much to Regulus' confusion, and even more when Pandora's head dropped right back into his lap. He swore he saw a twitch to James' normally soft eyes when Pandora smiled up at him.

To Regulus' shock, James marched even closer and hooked a hand through his elbow, pulled him up, and watched with a triumphant look as Pandora rolled off his lap quickly. "We have to go, we can't be late." James spoke, the twitch now gone and the lightness back to his face.

Regulus bid goodbye to Pandora, watching her waltz over to Lily with a bemused expression in her eyes, flicking her hair over her shoulder and giving one last wave before looking away.

That was... strange.

Next part

[marauders-brain-rot]

Jegumas - Day 15: Sledding - 570 words - @noblehouseofgay

The snow had blanketed the world white once again and James didn’t want his family to miss a minute of it. He’d gotten himself and Harry dressed for the snow before telling Regulus to get himself ready and join them, which he did without argument. Now they stood at the top of a snow-covered hill looking down at the white expanse beneath them. 

“And you’re sure it’s safe for him?” Regulus asked anxiously. 

“It’s not like he’ll be going down on his own love, One of us will hold him,” James answered as he placed the sled on the snowy ground. 

“Will we both fit on there?” He asked, eyeing the sled suspiciously. 

“Yes Reggie, we’ll be fine,” he encouraged. He’d been wanting to take Regulus sledding for the last couple years but it had never worked out before. This was one of those few times where his son and his husband could enjoy something together for the first time. 

“We’re gonna trust your dada Harry, if this goes wrong you’ll only have a papa from now on,” he whispered to the oblivious five month old as he climbed onto the sled. James settled behind Regulus so he and the baby were between James’s legs and he had to wrap his arms around them both. 

“Ready?” He asked, Regulus had barely nodded before James was pushing them off and down the hill. The world zipped by for a few moments as they slid down the hill, a bubble of laughter coming from the dark haired man in James’s arms and giggles from their son. When they reached the bottom Regulus turned to him with a broad grin plastered on his face. 

“It was like flying!” He exclaimed excitedly. “We were flying but we were on the ground!” 

“Exactly!” He shouted, his voice echoing around the wintry landscape. 

“Can we go again?” James watched in appreciation as Regulus didn’t try to hold back any of his joy, how there was no reservation on his face. It had taken so long for his husband to get to a place where he could feel joy and not constantly be waiting for it to be ripped away. He knew there were still bad days, days where he was convinced one day he’d have to pay for every moment he’d spent happy with ten more spent in agony, but James would never stop showing him that that wasn’t the case anymore. 

“As many times as you want, love.” 

They stayed on that hillside until the sun had gone down, making sure Harry never once got too cold. James would’ve stayed out there all night if it’s what Regulus wanted, anything to keep his laughter going. When they settled in for the night, after they’d put Harry to bed and gotten themselves something warm to drink, when they were cuddled up in bed and the world had gone quiet, Regulus placed a kiss on James’s cheek so light he almost could’ve believed he’d imagined it. 

“Thank you for today,” he whispered softly, his eyes wide with love and happiness. 

“Anytime love, you never have to thank me,” he answered, voice low and soft. He nestled Regulus into his arms’ kissing whatever skin he could find. The memories of their day played in his head as he laid there, small giggles and the most beautiful smile James had ever seen carried him off into a blissful sleep.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Of course James knows what Mistletoe is!

for @siriuslygay1981 - AU- everyone lives, no voldemort - jegulus holiday fluff

He knew what mistletoe was, of course.

In theory.

It was a plant. That one kissed under. Easy enough.

So when the holidays approached and he still hadn't succeeded in building up the courage to kiss the object of his affections, forgive him for taking up a new tactic. It was festive.

The first step?

Get a plant, of course.

But it was cold! It was snowy, and windy, and he didn't really fancy bundling up. So, he figured, all plants were basically the same, right? (He was a very smart person but he wasn't exactly a star in Herbology.)

Good thing he knew where the kitchens were.

He grinned to himself, praising his own intelligence, as he left the kitchens with his plant, and also possibly an entire cake because the house elves insisted.

Step one- check!

The second step?

Hang it up high.

In all the stories he'd heard, the mistletoe had been hung above doors, so he contemplated the perfect door to hang his plant.

Eventually, he settled for the entrance to the dungeons.

Why?

It seemed easy enough to get both of them in that spot at the same time, during a time that might be at least a little more private. He didn't want to embarrass anyone, after all.

So, with Remus grudgingly standing lookout a ways away, he levitated the greenery above the entrance and affixed it with a simple charm, admiring his work for a minute before running back to his friend.

Step two- check!

The third step?

Get both of them there at the same time.

It was odd, he realized. For a group of people who talked a lot about mistletoe, a lot of students didn't seem to want to actually follow through with the tradition. Even pairs who were obvious couples walked under his trap without kissing, and the only reaction he observed were some confused glances and pointing.

Oh, well. James Potter was nothing if not a trendsetter.

So, the next day, he mustered up all of his courage and walked up to his target.

"Can I walk you to Potions, Reg?" He asked in his most gentlemanly voice.

"Bugger off, Potter," the shorter boy said through a grimace, barely looking up from his breakfast.

But James was nothing if not persistent. "C'mon, Reggie! Please?"

Regulus Black looked up, considering. James caught an endeared look in his eye. Ha!

"Fine. I have to go early to work on an essay. Let's go now," Regulus relented.

James couldn't stop himself from beaming as he grabbed Regulus's bag before he could protest, carrying both bags on his left shoulder so he could grab Regulus's hand in his right one. Regulus gave him a look, but didn't pull away.

Step three- check!

His heart positively hammered as they approached the entrance to the dungeons. Would Regulus know what mistletoe was? Would he see it? Would he want to kiss James? They'd spent a lot of time together lately, flirting and playing Quidditch, but perhaps it was just as friends? Regulus was difficult to read...

But, thankfully, Regulus stopped as they reached the door, pointing above them. "Have you seen that?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

Could it be true? Was Regulus hinting that he wanted to kiss him, too?

"Yes," James breathed. "It's-"

"Lettuce. So odd. I wonder who did it," Regulus said while chuckling a bit.

James realized he'd have to explain. "It's a holiday thing, Reg. Mistletoe."

Regulus gave him a long look. For the first time, James began to feel like maybe he was missing something. "Potter, not all plants are used as mistletoe. Mistletoe is a specific type of plant. It has little green leaves and white berries."

Oh, no.

He could feel himself turning red.

Oh, fuck.

"Potter? Did...did you hang the lettuce?" Regulus asked, his expression unreadable.

"No," he muttered, refusing to meet Regulus's eyes.

"Potter. Why did you hang the lettuce?" Regulus pushed, his voice almost gentle, now.

"Erm..." James sighed. 'I wanted to kiss you' sounded so desperate to say out loud.

"You thought it was mistletoe?" Regulus asked.

James squeezed his eyes shut, feeling unbelievably foolish. He nodded.

"And you hung it? And...led me to it? Why? As a joke?" Hurt. Regulus's voice sounded cold and hurt now.

James opened his eyes quickly. "What? No, I-"

"You thought it'd be funny to kiss me, to mess with me like that?" Regulus continued, looking angry, now. "Or were you trying to catch Evans as she went to her class, but you decided to settle for me, instead?"

This was not 'Step Four- Kiss Regulus'. This was not going right. And James was panicking. And sometimes James said stupid things when he panicked. "No, Reg! I just wanted an excuse to kiss you, because that's all I've been thinking about for weeks!"

Regulus stopped ranting then, and stared. "That's not true, Potter."

"Well it bloody well is! Ask Remus, or your brother, or Peter! You're really all I can talk about! It's pathetic!" James said, throwing his hands up in the air. "And I finally came up with such a good plan, and now I buggered it all up!"

But Regulus just took out his wand, and for a moment James thought maybe he was going to hex him, but he pointed it up toward the browning, wilted piece of lettuce on the ceiling.

Suddenly, it began to transform, to a sprig of small leaves and berries, a red bow tying it all together.

"That is mistletoe," Regulus murmured softly, yanking on James's collar and pulling their lips together.

Step four- check!

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Astrology

@jegulus-microfic July 1, Word count 789

James was sitting at the back of the library, hidden from the majority of the other students so he could concentrate on his homework. 

He had his star chart out and was using it to complete his divination homework. Astrology, he decided, was a load of rubbish. So far, his prediction was telling him that soon there would be a strain on his friendships because of the way the Leo moon was leaning or something like that. He checked the charts again but couldn’t find the flaw in his workings. It also said he had to learn when to hook, whatever that meant. 

He scribbled down a bit more and put down his quill. Someone walked past his table, pausing for a second to look at his parchment and scoffed at his work. James looked up to see who’d been so rude, and there stood Sirius’s little brother, Regulus Black. 

“And why might I ask are you scoffing at my homework?” He leant back in his chair and raised an eyebrow at him, copying the way Sirius did it. Regulus’s eye twitched, but the rest of his face gave nothing away. 

“Divination is a waste of time. Why on earth did you take it? Also,” He added, bending slightly over the table to point something out. James stilled, he’d never been this close to Regulus before. He’d never noticed the elegant way his neck swooped down to his shoulders or the perfect beauty of his alabaster skin. He was so lost in lustful thoughts that he never thought he’d have, that he almost missed what Regulus was saying. He immediately focused on Regulus’s words. 

“You’ve predicted this incorrectly.” Regulus pointed at the last part of his prediction. James leaned forward to look closer at it. Trying to ignore the way his heart sped up when he inhaled Regulus’s scent. 

“What’s it supposed to be?” He asked, his voice only slightly squeaky.

“And why would I tell you that?” Regulus sneered at him.

“Because you pointed it out,” James replied, his eyes locked on the way Regulus’s plump lips were curling up at the corner. 

“How will you ever learn if I do your work for you, Potter?” Regulus asked, his eyes dancing with wickedness. 

His hand was right beside James’s. All he’d have to do was reach out with his fingers and they’d be touching. Regulus must have thought he was trying to figure out his mistake because he huffed impatiently when James took too long to figure it out. “Oh for Salazars sake. Here look.” He traced the star chart with his slender fingers and then flipped through James’s divination textbook and landed on a passage. “It’s duck not hook. You have to learn when to duck, and with that monstrous head of yours, Potter, it is a skill you should learn quickly.” Regulus suddenly ducked his head as if demonstrating. But before James could react to the movement, an ink well hit him square in the forehead, splattering ink all over his face, robes and, most annoyingly, his homework. 

“Oops, sorry, James. I was aiming for Reggie,” Sirius waved at him from across the library, disappearing when Madam Pince came to investigate the noise. 

Regulus whipped out his wand and cleared away the mess in one fluid wave. By the time Madam Pince had stormed towards them, Regulus was sitting in the seat next to James pointing out Saturn’s trajectory. 

“What’s going on here?” She scowled at them. 

“Potter here is incorrectly using his star chat and I am teaching him the way it should be utilised, Madam Pince. I’m sorry were we being too loud?” He said it in such a way as though daring her to question his story. 

“Not at all, Mr Black, please carry on,” She turned on her toes and left them to it. 

Regulus pulled out a book from his bag and settled in. 

“Get on with it then, Potter. I’ll check it over once you’re done.” James stared at him, completely bewildered. 

“Why?” 

“Because I’m feeling charitable. Now hurry up, you have exactly one hour of my time, so make it count.” Regulus went back to reading his book. James picked up his quill again and began working on his homework. Marvelling at the companionable way they were sitting. He relaxed and finished his homework in record time, only making three mistakes that Regulus quickly corrected. 

Regulus sat with him often after that at the same desk, either completing his own homework or simply reading his current book. It took weeks for their fingers to brush as they reached for the same textbook. Their eyes had met and James knew Sirius would probably never forgive him for what happened next. 

[hidden-for-reg]

august 7: stimulate | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 332

prompts are from the august 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

Regulus and James had been going out for a week, but they still pulled each other into broom closets between every other class. 

Regulus wasn’t complaining though. He quite enjoyed it even though his attendance record was taking a but of a hit. They tended to get carried away together. 

So when James grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty classroom, Regulus followed eagerly with a smirk blooming on his lips. 

As soon as James closed the door, Regulus spun them around and pressed James into it. He linked his hands behind James’ neck and snogged him. Regulus heard James make a tiny noise in the back of his throat when he pulled away. 

“I need some more stimulation before I go to Charms,” James whined, cupping Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus moved his hands to rest gently on James’ hips. “And I need to not be late to Potions again,” Regulus barely got his last word out before James leaned in to snog him relentlessly.

All thoughts about school quickly faded from both of their minds as they continued. 

Just as James had picked up Regulus and placed him on a desk, a loud gong sounded through the room.

The late bell. 

Shitfuckshit.

Regulus pulled back and swatted James over the head. He glared at him but his anger melted when James gave him a sheepish grin and mumbled an apology.

James helped Regulus off the desk as Regulus grumbled to him about how Professor Slughorn would have his head for being late again. 

Everything he had said, though, seemed to have gone straight through James because when he was about to step out, James pulled him in again for a quick peck on the cheek.

“See ya later, Reggie!” James waved goodbye before proceeding to skip to his next class.

Regulus shook his head affectionately as he took the stairs down to the dungeon.

He didn’t care about his attendance record if it meant he’d have more time with James.

[noblehouseofgay]

Nowhere to go

Jegulus and Black Brothers microfic

Reg survives the cave

Longer than usual, I got carried away

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

He was bleeding out, he was sure of it. His blurry vision alone told him that he only had so long left.

He almost couldn't decide if he'd rather come here or just bleed out. But he did have some self preservation left, so here he stood at the Potter's door.

As far as they knew, he was an evil death eater. He knew there was a chance he'd be turned away or even killed on the spot. After years of turning down their invitations, what right did he even have to be here?

Unfortunately he couldn't change his mind. He all but collapsed against the door. This was it wasn't it? The Potters would find a corpse on their doorstep and not even know why. Well, at least he'd get to traumatize his brother one last time.

He felt the door open against his leg and he heard someone yell. He had no idea who it was or what was being said. He was blacking out fast. Ha, blacking out. Black. Oh I'm dying. His deluded thoughts ceased as he left consciousness.

~~~

Regulus shot up, breathing quickly. Where the hell was he? He remembered the cave. He remembered ordering kreacher to leave. He remembered.....oh merlin, he remembered being dragged down. Pulled beneath the water. He remembered being apparated. He didn't know how but he'd ended up on a street corner. And he remembered choosing to find the Potters. Oh fuck. He was at the Potters.

He looked around, quickly finding his brother asleep on the chair nearby. Sirius. Without thinking, Regulus began to reach out to him. He gently touched his brother's hand. He was real. He was here.

Sirius stirred and Regulus pulled his hand away. They made eye contact for the first time in years. "Reggie..." Regulus bit his lip. What was he supposed to say right now? How do you even explain this situation?

Apparently it didn't matter, because Sirius moved quickly to hug Regulus. Soon enough they were sobbing into each other. The embrace felt like home, something Regulus hadn't felt since he was 13.

"What happened to you? Did our parents do that-" Sirius pulled back, looking horrified. "I swear, Reggie you- you looked dead!"

"I know how to kill him." Sirius froze. "I know how to kill the dark lord. I already have one piece, I- I don't know how many there are- but he can be killed, Sirius."

Sirius looked beyond lost. "Reggie, slow down." He sighed. "I'm going to grab James and his parents, then you're going to tell us everything."

So he did. Regulus filled them in on what he could, all while avoiding James' eyes as much as possible. Even now, those eyes held so much power over Regulus.

After he'd told the story, Effie and Monty left to discuss, leaving the three boys alone.

The silence was thick. "I'm glad you're ok." Of course James would say that, he had a heart too big for his body. Regulus nodded in response, his feelings too overwhelming to speak.

"You're staying here, by the way, I hope that's obvious. I'm not letting you get away from me again, Reggie. You're not going back to that house." Regulus sighed and looked at his brother. He assumed that would be the case. "Fine, but I'll need to get kreacher to bring me things from there. I've done a lot of research on the horcruxes, it's all in my journals. Plus I had him take the locket since-..." He almost didn't want to say it again. "Since I didn't think I'd make it out. The plan was he'd take the locket and my studies to you. But I think he brought me here as well, I'm not sure."

"Well at least that bloody elf has done one good thing." "Watch it. He's helped me a lot, Sirius. He's loyal to be more so than the house of Black." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Fine. But I still don't like him." He stood up. "I'll go get your guest room set up, it's next to mine."

Well now this was just awkward. He was left with James, you know, the boy he'd spent years in love with. The boy he'd danced around and teased for years. The boy he never got the chance to be with. The boy he never thought would even look at him.

The Marauders' final year had changed a lot though. Regulus and James became closer than ever. That is, until Regulus had to distance himself for everyone's sake. They'd never even kissed. Never did more than give each other looks in the halls, really.

Regulus spoke quietly, not looking at the boy. "I had nowhere else to go, I-" he took a breath, "I really wouldn't have put all this on you if I'd had a choice." James carefully moved to sit next to Regulus, his hand lightly resting on his. "I'm glad you did, Reg. We didn't- we had no idea if you were even still alive. Neither of us had ever seen you on the battlefield, there were no reports of you." James fingers held Regulus hand gently. "This was your plan from the start?" Regulus nodded. "I understand why you didn't tell us...but I wish you could've. I wish we could've helped you."

Regulus swallowed, staring into those warm hazel eyes. "I didn't want to risk your lives. I did it to keep you as safe as I could. If you hated me...then you wouldn't try to save me." Regulus laughed a little sadly. "Yet here we are now, it ended up being your problem in the end anyway." "Hey, don't do that. We want to help, Reg. You've done so much. We can end the war now! Because of you..." James brushed some black strands of hair out of Regulus' face. "You're so brave, you know that?" The taller boy stood up and left a kiss on Regulus' head, leaving the smaller boy blushing like crazy. He smiled at Regulus and nodded for him to follow. "I'll take you to your room, you should rest."

Regulus stood and followed, in somewhat of a daze from that interaction. They went upstairs and found Sirius setting up the room, adding a few little details. Sirius smiled at his brother, something Regulus never thought he'd do again.

The two other boys nodded to Regulus and headed out, Sirius giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. "I'm right next door, Reggie. James is across from me, and the bathroom is at the end of the hall." James peaked back in from the hall. "And my parents are just down from me if you need them. Or us. Whatever you need, alright?" Regulus nodded with a small smile. "Get some rest, Reggie."

Regulus immediately laid down, feeling himself already being pulled into sleep. He was exhausted. Today had been forty hours long, he swore it. He'd almost died and reunited with his brother and James all in a few hours. There was a lot to deal with starting tomorrow, but for now he'd rest well, knowing his had those two back in his life.

[read-write-thrive]

JATP x DBDA crossover where the Phantoms are free but Willie still isn’t and Caleb is playing dirty now that the boys have bested him (possessing Nick but also cmon he definitely has more magic up his sleeve) so they start trying to figure out Magic on their own, which is really just Julie and Flynn googling things and trying out various types of magic/spells/scam artists in the area, only for someone to come across something to do with the DBDA who are happy to take the case 👀

I have too many WIPs for this but just some ideas floating around my head:

- Crystal at first butts heads with Julie and Flynn (residual mean girl tendencies/differing senses of humor) but end up bonding over being surrounded by (dumb) dead teenage boys

- None of the Phantoms are good at proper spells but their music 100% has magical properties that is utilised in whatever final battle type event happens

- Edwin has come to terms with Charles’s eccentricities but the Phantoms are a whole other type of teenage boy and I think he would be just so catty about it all. Like why are they cute and so stupid this is ridiculous why the Hell did we even take this case can they please take this seriously

- Charles and Reggie vibe. I don’t make the rules

- Flynn can’t see the boys either which naturally leads to hijinks

- Monty attends a concert (he deserves to have fun) and while I considered him being the link between the two groups I think it would be funnier if he decided to go to a concert and runs into them coincidentally

- Based on a precursory AO3 search I’ve seen some fics where Monty gets in trouble with Caleb which makes sense with the whole magic familiar angle but I’m not copying here so I won’t get into that

- I think Willie interacting with DBDA would be wild. Like. Dead pretty boy with a sense of humour and tragic backstory? They’re all swooning fr

- Niko (shhh) gets along with Julie and Flynn IMMEDIATELY like they are talking about shows and DIYing things together and it’s great

- Crystal gets along better/faster with Julie and Flynn with Niko present fs

- There’s at least one dance number with everyone involved

- possessed!Nick is still trying to woo Julie and not only do we get the Phantoms side eyeing him but now we get the DBDA just openly judging him (Crystal roasts the shit out of that fedora and she’s RIGHT)

- Crystal would decimate any of Carrie’s attempts at being bitchy so I think we have to redeem Carrie for that reason alone

- DBDA goes to a JATP concert and the boys are actually awful at vibing there. Like Crystal is relatively normal (idk if it’s her scene but she’s been to concerts before) but Edwin does not know what to do at a modern concert and Charles is used to a much different style of dancing/concerts (I don’t know enough abt aka punk to elaborate unfortunately but ykwim)

- girls night includes style swapping bc the DBDA girlies deserve some butterfly clips and the JATP girlies deserve some eyeliner

- in the nature of JATP I don’t think Caleb gets sent to hell in the end but I do think his ending needs to be ridiculous. Like have him get the Night Nurse treatment and get eaten by that fish so he can be redeemed by Kashi

- not to bring up Monty again but I think he sticks around and keeps up with the JATP crew more than the DBDA (he is not interested in any more of that Hell/monster energy and that’s so valid of him)

- montage of Edwin and Charles teaching the Phantoms ghost abilities (I can’t remember if/how they vary between shows but if so shhh or explain it away yk)

- Unseen Emily reprise and it’s all the boys mourning loved ones. Just for the feels.

- Actually just more backstories for everyone please

- Love ballad/slow song that Willex and/or Payneland dance to 🥰

- Palasaki being openly in love (which inspires whatever the Flynn x Carrie ship is bc I love them)

[vampireimiko]

Hi I really enjoy your work. I wanted to ask if you could do a fem! black! fluff reader for A-Train? Thank you!

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warnings, angsty somewhat in the beginning but it gets better in the end!

note, i have had this already written for 3 days i just couldn't find time to post it😭 also no title cause i could not for the life of me figure out what to name this fic

The all-too-familiar sound of a train speeding by jolted you out of your thoughts. The rumble vibrated through the walls, a constant reminder of his world and yours colliding. You closed your book, the pages crinkling softly in your grip, and looked up to see Reggie standing in the doorway, a confident smirk on his face.

"Hey, baby," you said with a warm smile, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. Rising from the bed, you crossed the room with light steps, the floorboards creaking softly beneath you. As you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him while his arms landed around your waist, the familiar taste of adrenaline and electricity on his lips. After a while the two of you pulled away.

"Well, someone missed me," he said softly, looking down at you."Every second you're gone feels like an eternity," you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you looked into his eyes. There was something different about him tonight, a hint of fatigue hidden behind his usual bravado.

"Rough day?" you asked, concern lacing your words as you gently caressed his cheek.

"Yeah," he admitted, his shoulders sagging slightly. "The usual hero stuff, but it gets to you sometimes, you know?"

You nodded, understanding the weight he carried. "Come on, let's sit down," you suggested, leading him to the bed. As he sat down, you joined him, your hands never leaving his.

"It's just... sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "All the running, the saving, vought on my ass all the time, the pretending everything's fine."

"You don't have to pretend with me, Reggie," you assured him, squeezing his hand gently and placing a reassuring kiss on his cheek. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

"You see, this is why I love you, girl," he said, giving his signature charming smile before playfully diving onto you, making you lay back on the bed. His weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.

You laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Oh really? And here I thought it was my incredible cooking skills," you teased, poking his side.

"Yeah, that too..." he said, his gaze softening. "How about we take a trip somewhere? Just you and me, away from the Vought bullshit."

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Really? Where do you have in mind?"

He shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Anywhere. Somewhere quiet and far away from all this. We could go to a beach, a cabin in the mountains, wherever you want."

The thought of escaping with him, even for a little while, filled you with excitement. "A beach sounds perfect," you said, imagining the two of you basking in the sun, the sound of waves crashing in the background.

"Just us, the ocean, and no distractions." Reggie smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly. "It's a plan, then. We'll leave as soon as we can."

additional note ! this is DEFINITELY not my best work, but i really just wanted to get something out just to start writing again 😭🫶🏾

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

I Did It!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who sent me prompts to help me reach my 2024 writing goal. As of about five minutes ago, I completed it!!! I wrote an average of 500 words every day for 366 days, and you guys were SO great and helpful in me getting there. To celebrate, my final writing of the year is 5 snippets about some of our favorite blorbos celebrating New Year's Eve together. I asked five friends to pick the pairings, so I'll tag them next to their snippet. If you're still waiting on a prompt to be filled, I do plan to get to them in the New Year, but probably with way less haste. You guys are awesome, thank you so much for reading my work!

Julie & Flynn: for @joyandthephantoms

“Okay!” Julie says decisively, settling herself up against the headboard of her bed with her notebook poised in her lap. “Who wants to go first?”

Flynn, lying on her stomach down the bed from her, feet kicked in the air as she taps her pen against her own notepad, says, “You, cause I’m still working through some of mine.”

“Well, hurry up cause it’s almost midnight.” Julie holds her notebook up like a hymn book and begins to read. “First of all, my word for the year is!” Pause for dramatic effect. “Ease.”

“Ooh, love it. Very Eat, Pray, Love. Go on.”

Damien & Mark: for @starchemist

“So, uh,” Damien says, voice low and gruff in the dark of the hotel room. They’re lying tucked up against each other, Mark’s back to Damien’s chest, Damien’s arm wrapped around him. The Ball Drop, still about forty minutes away, is playing softly on the TV, but they’ve been much more focused on each other than Times Square.

“Yeah?” Mark says when he doesn’t go on, barely a whisper.

“New year usually means, like. New you, and all that bullshit. Resolutions. Airing your grievances and whatever.”

Mark turns his head to look at him. “I’m not telling anyone about us.”

“Oh, thank God.”

Willie & Alex: for @skeletaltoad

Their friends started counting down about a minute and a half ago, because Reggie gave a whole speech on December 23rd about how “it’s really not fair that the last ten seconds of the year are the only ones that get recognized, when really we’ve been counting down since midnight on last New Year’s Eve” etc etc and wouldn’t shut up until they agreed to start the vocal countdown at 90.

Willie and Alex haven’t been counting with them. They’ve been sitting on the floor of the Molinas’ living room, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, preparing themselves for their first New Year’s Kiss.

Nick & Carrie: for @queenofthequillandink

At 10:00, her dad goes to bed, so Carrie sets Nick up on the couch in the den with about fourteen blankets and The Holiday on streaming.

At 11:00, she paints his nails a festive shade of pink and orders a large pizza with everything for them to share.

At 11:30, they make twin hot fudge sundaes with about a million toppings each. 

At 11:45, Carrie puts the Ball Drop on and makes fun of Ryan Seacrest, as per tradition.

At midnight, they ring in the new year. A year of healing, of friendship, of peace. Still by each other’s sides.

Caleb & Adam: for @staystrange

“How’s the party?” Adam says on the screen, a red solo cup in his hand.

“Loud,” Caleb says, rubbing absently at his chest, and they both know he doesn’t just mean the volume. “I wish you were here.”

“I know, me too. We’ll ring in next year together.” Adam glances over his shoulder, and Caleb can hear someone (probably Caitlin) shouting from the next room. “I’m being summoned for the count down.”

“You’ll come back to kiss me, won’t you?”

Adam smiles at him— the tiniest smile ever, which means it’s the most real. “Of course I will. Happy New Year, babe.”

“Happy New Year.”

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