#reggie is getting carried away

[ethereacals]

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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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

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?”

[lovingu43vr]

SOMETHING IN THE WAY

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

warnings: none?

summary: the story of how you and Regulus came to one another.

NOT PROOF READ

6th year.

Y/n’s brother and his friends insisted on walking her everywhere. “James i swear to merlin i will actually tell mum your stalking me” Y/n walked quickly to attempt to get away. Sirius quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders as they entered the great hall. “It’s the last year we can protect you” Sirius cooed she shrugged his arm off her shoulders. “right” she cringed.

As she walked to sit with her friends. “James still on the whole protector bit he’s doing?” Marlene asked. “It was like getting escorted by a swat team. Anyone who looked at me they would try and hex” Y/n put her head on Dorcas’ shoulder.

“i think your friend wants to speak to you” Lily pointed out at Pandora waving her over. “Be right back” Y/n attempted to get up with out one of the boys noticing. Luckily it was only Remus who did but he gave her a small wink which she gave a toothy grin.

“Hello Dora” she took a seat next to her on the Slytherin table gaining strange looks.

“I’ve found some stuff on the…thing” Pandora trailed off. Y/n took notice of the boy next to Dora who looked confused at the pair. “Hi, im Y/n” She held her handout the boy looked at Dora who have him a small nod. “Hello, Regulus…lovely too meet you?” Regulus made it sound like a question. “ignore him he’s brooding” Dora teased.

“Pandora i could kiss you this is amazing!” Y/n smiled wildly. Something about Y/n’s smile made Regulus warm inside. He couldn’t put his finger on it but it was making him nervous.

“Excuse me” Y/n face dropped as she heard a all too familiar voice. “Why are you sitting with these lot” James voice dripped with disgust. “I’m sitting with my FRIENDS james i don’t see the issue” Regulus slightly smiled at the thought of the little interaction in her mind made them friends.

“Regulus” sirius gave a tight lipped smile. “Sirius” Regulus gave no expression to his ‘brother’. “Fine James you win the most irrational brother of the year award” Y/n said storming out the great hall.

“You didn’t tell me she was Potters sister” Regulus whispered to Pandora. “Does it make a differance to if she is or not?" Pandora sighed. Regulus defeated looked at the blonde girl. "I suppose your right"

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"Sorry i'm late Professor" Regulus turned his head to the girl running into class. "It's quite alright Miss Potter take a seat next to Mr Black" Slughorns words caused Regulus to curse. With a warm smile "Hello again" Regulus gave a tight lipped smile. "Hello" Y/n sat her things down on the desk as she prepared herself for the lesson.

Regulus was almost certain she would be the mirror of her brother, disruptive, dim, annoying. But instead she sat there quietly talking detailed notes with small illustrations here and there. Regulus stared at the girls quick writing. "Now your first project is a pair project, your pairs will be your table partners. You will both study the potions given to you next lesson and attempt to create a remedy"

Regulus would be lying if he wasn't looking forward to spending more time with the Gryffindor girl. She turned to Regulus "Will you be with Pandora later?" Regulus quickly responded "Most likely" they were walking out the classroom as she stopped him. "Brilliant, Have a good day Reggie" She quickly hugged him before rushing off.

Regulus stood still his mind racing. How could a girl he barley knew show him more affection and kindness than he had ever received in his life.

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Y/n was sat at the astronomy tower smoking a cigarette. She alwats came here to relax after a particularly stressful argument with her brother.

Regulus' feet carried on walking as far as they will take him. His head spinning from the pureblood agenda his 'friends' shared constantly with him.

He walked up to the astronomy tower before opening the french doors to the balcony. The smell of smoke quickly hit his nose before he quickly muttered. "Sorry i didnt realise anyone was here" the head of the girl sat faced him. "Oh its you" he quietly said. Y/n's face broke into a smile. "Reggie,sit" she smiled patting the ground next to her.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence. "i know you think im naive" she said taking a drag of her cigarette. Regulus raised a brow. "Why would you think that?" he asked. "Because Regulus Black i choose to see the good in everyone, even little urchlings like your brother" Regulus chuckled. She offered him a cigarette which he gladly accepted.

“i choose to see the good in people because with all the hate and darkness happening , theres no point in adding to it" Regulus fell silent for a second. "ive never thought about it like that" Y/n smiled at the boys realiseation grabbing his arm "See even you the big bad Regulus Black can see the good".

The pair had spent the night laughing and smiling. "i wish i could have met you sooner" they had been in school with eachother for 6 years yet only been friends for a few months. Regulus nodded his chin hitting the girls head on his shoulder. 'Maybe you could have saved me' he thought.

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Regulus was sat on y/n's bed as they ‘studied’ for potions. Y/n was giggling as she teased Regulus. Without thinking Regulus rolled his sleeves up. “Alright let’s get back to it” Y/n poured as she sat up. Her heart stopped.

“Please tell me that’s some sort of sick joke” Her voice barely above whisper her gaze fixed on the inky black on his arm. Regulus panicked following her gaze. “It’s not that you think” he reached out to her but her body flinched away.

“I trusted you” She whispered. Regulus quickly muttered a silencing charm. “My parents forced me Y/N i had no choice” Y/n scoffed. “So that makes it okay… ‘Sorry Y/n my best friend i know i’m a death eater and all that but my parents made me…promise’. No it doesn’t” Y/n raised her voice. “Get out” she couldn’t even look at him. “Get out Regulus” she yelled.

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“Just hear him out” Pandora begged her friend and they sat in the library. “No way” Y/n spat. “You know him Y/n he’s not a bad person” Pandora reasoned. Y/n knew she was right but that’s why it hurt more. If he was a bad person and a death eater she could have stomached it.

“Pandora, there’s absolutely no way in hell he can justify getting that” Y/n slammed her book closed. “Wellimlockingyouinhereuntilyouhearhimout” Pandora quickly ran off.

“Y/n”

“Y/n”

“LALALALALAALALLA”

“Very mature”

“Very mature of you to become a death eater too but oh well” Y/n spoke. “Y/n i had to, my parents they would have murdered me literally” Regulus sat across from the girl who wouldn’t look at him. “Well i’m going to murder you now so i don’t think you thought that one through Regulus” Y/n spat. “Y/n my parents you know what they did to Sirius, What they DO to me”

Regulus was so desperate for her to forgive him he watched her play with her hands before speaking. “It’s not hair to guilt trip” Regulus sighed grasping at straws. “I’m a double agent i report to the order everything i hear in the meetings, i’m in no way for the manifesto of the dark lord” Regulus reasoned to be met with silence.

“Listen i know im a monster, i know im a sick,evil,twisted bastard for having this mark but it’s not who i am, and you know that” Regulus’ eyes were met with green ones for the first time today. “I know” She whispered. “I’m sorry” She began apologising only to be cut off “-no you haven’t done anything” he walked over hugged the girl. She hesitated before hugging him back before pulling away slapping his chest. "dont.ever.do.that.again"

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"OH MY GOD" y/n groaned. "Im just saying my friends are great they can be your friends" James was annoying the living merlin out of his sister. " my friends are great too so im gonna have to pass on that offer thanks" Y?n scoffed at her brother. "Your friends are slytherins they arent great" James crossed his arms. "Well one of your friends has monthlys, another one likes to turn into a passive agressive gay dog and the other is such a coward he cant even look me in the eyes" James stared at his sister mouth agape.

"And you, You have bullied,stalked and ridiculed almost every student in this school, not to mention the fact you stalked Lily for literal years until she went out with you" Y/n stared at her brother challenging him to respond. "see your friends are bad influences on you, your making up lies" Y/n was shocked. "Delusion is afraid of you James Potter" Y/n walked off to her dorm where she packed the remainder of her things for christmas break.

"Hello Angel" Pandora walked in. "Are you excited for christmas break?" Y/n asked her friend. "It's going to be the same as every year so no , but i am excited for you to see your gift" Pandora sat on the edge of the other girls bed as she handed her the yellow box. Inside was a beautiful glass ball with two enchanted miniture dragons inside one icy white with blue eyes the other a dark brown with green eyes. "Panda...its beautiful" Y/n was speechless admiring the gift. "its me and you , so wherever you go we are always together. The girls exchanged a tight hug.

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"How are you finding this year sweetheart?" Fleamont asked his daughter as they eat their Christmas eve meal. "Fine, it would be great if i didn't have a stalker" Y/n glared at her brother. "A stalker? why what are they doing?" Euphemia placed her cutlery down awaiting a response from her youngest child. "Well he follows me around, doesn't let me sit with my friends, controls who i speak to, controls who i'm allowed to be friends with. Even revised my shedule to wait outside my classes" Y/n watched her fathers face contort. "Well he deserves a good talking too behaving like that is out od order and quite frankly disgusting" her Father was beyond angry. "Who is it Darling?" her mothers voice was met with a monotone "James" Sirius who was barley paying attention to the comversation giggled. Her fathers face dropped. "What have we told you about this" Her ptiher sighed. "Im only looking out for her, shes friends with Slytherins mum, Slytherins! Not just any Slytherins Pandora LeStrange and Regulus Black" a quick offended 2hey2 came from Sirius.

"Pandora is a lovley girl and Regulus is Sirius' brother im sure if he were dangerous he would habe told us" Fleamont looked at Sirius "Nah hes just a moody bugger" Causing James to scowel. "Stop stalking your sister" Fleamont gave James a stern look. #

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"oh sweetheart this came for you" Euphemia left the package on the foor of her daughters bed. Y/n grabbed the package and opened it. On top was a letter.

To my Darling Y/n ,

i know this may come as a shock but, i cant find the words to explain in person so i have written this letter. The very first time i met you i couldnt figure out why your smile was haunting my mind. The first time you hugged me my heart was beating so loudly i was sure you could hear it. The first time you fell asleep on me i spent hours studying your facial features. I counted your freckles. Stared aimlessly at your perfect nose. With whats going on i can not keep my feelings a secret for i dont know if we will survive this war. I am unconditionally and ireviciably in love with you Y/n Potter. Merry Christmas My heart wholly belongs to you. R.A.B

in the box laid a beautiful sapphire necklace. Sapphire the gift that represents an eternal pledge of love.

[twistedteatime]

Coffee

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Scorpio!Reader

A/N: A continuation of the birthday fluff story. Not as long, but it's reached a good spot for me to end it so I'm going to consider it finished.

Summary: Bucky promised he wouldn't forget to come "rescue" you from your admirer at work. He didn't. He even remembered your requests and you explain another modern concept to him he takes offense at.

Warnings: LANGUAGE. Gruesome and violent descriptions of how to best get rid of a body. Dark humor. Implied fat shaming. Implied violence. Sexual references. Flirting. Can't think of much else. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Word Count: 2.3k

Master List: Scorpio AU

Previous Story: Signs

AO3 Link: Coffee

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Bucky could hear your voice already. He hadn’t made it all the way to the archives just yet, but he could already hear you talking to someone. He couldn’t make out words, even with his hearing, but he could hear the rise, fall, and staccato of your voice.

You were irritated.

He heard your voice again, slower, and lower.

Correction: You were very irritated.

Bucky walked a bit faster while carrying the two cups of coffee and the little bag carrying the scones you liked. He knew you had handled everything thrown at you so far. Yet ever since you told him how often you had to punch people while working in the archives, he couldn’t help but worry.

What if one day a far more determined someone walked in with the intent of stealing something? What if it was someone dangerous? What if you got hurt?

No one else seemed too worried about this. They insisted you were fine. Even Steve.

“She’s fine, Buck. She knows how to handle herself.”

Natasha agreed with him, “Yeah…night we met she floored some 300-pound guy. She’s got good reflexes, too.”

They didn’t elaborate past that. Loki had only laughed and proceeded to tease him about being smitten with you. Bucky didn’t deny it. He was too confused to deny it.

“Anyone that decides to cross her deserves what they get.” The god had stated before leaving, mischievous smile on his face as he did.

“Reggie. I am not part of your research topic. Go. Away.” Your voice said as Bucky grew closer, close enough he could hear you sigh in frustration, and to hear the response.

“You’re like Google, though. Everything I’m searching for.”

“Lord, I beg of you…send help.” You whined, exasperated, and Bucky slowed down slightly so it didn’t look like he was running as he rounded the corner, pretending to not have heard anything, and smiled at you.

You had never been happier to see a super soldier walking towards you in your entire life. It wasn’t even that he looked amazing with his dark leather jacket, sunglasses on his head, and that sunshine smile of his. It wasn’t even the coffee or the little bag he had with him. It was just that he showed up like he promised.

“Hey, doll.” He greeted, ignoring Reggie as the lanky blonde scowled, especially as you smiled.

“Hey, Bucky. Coffee?” you asked and Bucky nodded with a crooked smirk as he set the tray down.

“Of course I brought my best girl her coffee. Can’t have you goin’ feral down here.” He said and set the bag down on your desk as well, “I even brought you one of those scones you like.”

“You are a prince among men, Bucky.” You said with a smile and accepted the coffee from him while Reggie scowled more, “What?”

“Barnes doesn’t have anything more important to do than bringing you caffeine and carbs?” he asked, his eyes flicking down to how you cross your legs while sitting back with the coffee cup and scone.

“Are you saying bringing her coffee and food when she asks isn’t important?” Bucky asked as he pulled a chair over with his foot and sat down next to you, holding his own coffee and scone, taking a sip before looking at you, “What’s the thing with carbs these days?”

“They’re supposed to be bad for you and make you fat or something.” You replied and Bucky nodded before looking over at Reggie with a scowl.

“So you’re trying to say she doesn’t need to eat that or she’s going to get fat, aren’tcha?”

You just sigh and nod while dunking your scone in the coffee, “It…feels like that is indeed what he is implying.”

Bucky shook his head while scowling, “Last I was aware, which, may have been a while. Maybe I’m just old fashioned, but…most ladies don’t like it when anyone implies they’re fat or need to eat less. That hasn’t changed, yeah?”

“No, that hasn’t changed, Bucky.” You confirmed and glanced at your adversary on the other side of the desk.

“No. That’s…not…I didn’t…” Reggie sputtered then scowled at Bucky, “Do you even have clearance to be down here?”

“How else would I get down here if I didn’t?” he asked, one eyebrow raised before taking a bite of the scone.

“You’re the fucking Winter Soldier. You tell me.” Reggie retorted and before Bucky could reply…you did it for him.

“Reggie…I want you to shut the little gorilla chest thumping brain in your pants off and turn the big brain in your head on. This handsome, sweet, and considerate man here with me is, as you said, formerly the Winter Soldier. So…how would insulting him with his past ever be a good idea? Or is it that you’re trying to remind me? I am fully aware of who he is far more than you ever will be, Reggie, so don’t try to manipulate the situation so you look morally superior. You don’t. It makes you look small and petty. Nothing you say or do is going to make me suddenly change my mind about not being interested in you. We go through this every week. You are being deliberately obtuse.”

“So…you’re picking…him? The ex-HYDRA assassin that can fold someone’s spine in half backwards?” Reggie asked and you sighed while looking at Bucky.

“This is what I deal with every week.”

“It explains a lot. I never did that, though. Too time consuming. Quick knife work or a gun. Much more efficient.”

You nodded before looking back at Reggie, “You’re not shutting the gorilla off, yet. I’m warning you one more time to shut it off before I shut it off for you. Bucky Barnes is a good man. You don’t think so. I can see that you don’t think so…because you’re too wrapped up in your chest puffing charade to realize that I can see right fucking through you. You aren’t interested in me. You’re interested in the fact I’m pretty. Most of the time you stare at my tits, my legs, my hips, my waist, my lips, my body…all of that’s fantastic. I agree that it’s fantastic. I’m well aware of how amazingly sexy I am on any given day and so I know that’s all you’re interested in. Bucky-”

“And he’s not?” Reggie interrupted with a scowl while pointing at Bucky who just blinked coldly at him, slowly, unnervingly, and sipped his coffee again silently before speaking.

“You’re rude. Y’know that? You just interrupted her. You don’t interrupt a lady, but to answer your question…no. She’s gorgeous. There’s no point denying what she knows. Yeah…I think she’s beautiful and stunning…yeah, that’s the first thing I noticed when I first saw her, but honestly I kinda just like how she’s nice to me more than anything else. That and she’s fascinating because I can’t figure out why Thor is terrified of her.”

You couldn't help it and chuckled almost darkly, a wicked smirk on your face as you recalled just why the god of thunder is afraid of you. Not that you’d ever actually tell anyone. In public. It would ruin the fun.

“And Alpine likes her.” Bucky continued and Reggie looked at him confused, “My cat. You say one word about my cat and you will never speak again.”

Fear. You almost laughed at the look of pure fear on Reggie’s face as Bucky pointed a metal finger at him. Almost. Mostly you were annoyed at his persistence.

“I…wasn’t.” he said and looked at you as you sipped your coffee, your foot tapping idly in the air as you looked back at him.

To Bucky you looked a bit like a disgruntled cat. It was a look he recognized from watching Alpine whenever she met someone she didn’t like. Eyes narrowed slightly, silent, tense, tail flicking…yet in your case it was your foot tapping.

He had no idea what was going through your head, though he imagined it had something to do with getting rid of Reggie. The guy was dense. Stubborn and dense.

Like Steve but in a much worse and far more annoying and aggravating way.

“What?” Reggie asked and you answered while blinking.

“Sorry. Got lost in thought about my research.” You said and his eyes lit up, you’ve never mentioned this before.

“Maybe I can help.” He said hopefully, “You’ve never said what your research entails though. I know it’s…probably…quite complicated with…how often you’ve been accessing old records the past two months.”

“Researching how criminal syndicates get rid of people they don’t want around…yeah it gets complicated, but there was one method that was quite ingenious.” You said and gestured with what was left of your scone, “I can’t even disagree with them. Moving a body in one whole piece is always going to be difficult. Especially if it’s big.”

“You have to cut it up.” Bucky nodded, gesturing with his coffee cup in his metal hand, “Six pieces at least and then pile it together…and don’t put them in the freezer. People always find them in freezers.”

“Exactly. What my research has found is that the best thing to do is to feed those pieces to pigs. You don’t feed them for a few days so they’re really hungry.”

Bucky nodded again, “They’ll eat anything at that point…go through bone like butter…but you have to shave the heads and pull the teeth out. They can’t digest the teeth and the hair…so…”

“Yeah. Incidentally…a lot of crime syndicates own pig farms. The last case I studied was someone about Reggie’s size. They didn’t pull the teeth but sixteen pigs took care of the rest in about 8 minutes according to the witness reports. Which…doing math…I guess it works out…math has never been my thing.”

“Yeah. One pig can go through about two pounds of uncooked meat a minute.” Bucky nodded and gestured at Reggie, “He’s about 200…so yeah…about eight minutes. Nine tops.”

“Plus the time to pull teeth and shave the head…” You said and Reggie paled while you both looked at him calmly, seriously, and contemplatively…and then he walked away stiffly back into the archives.

You smiled.

Bucky finished his coffee, “He’s obviously never watched Snatch.”

“Nope.” You said with a short laugh and finish your coffee, “I’m surprised you sat through it.”

“I…think…I was mostly confused and trying to figure it out, but it was entertaining.” He replied with a nod and tossed the cup into the bin, “So…what are you really researching?”

“I’ve been tasked with pulling records from the seventies concerning alleged HYDRA activity in Idaho.” You answered and he sat back in his seat to think, “All I’ve found is something with turning a potato into a battery and something to do with disrupting supply chains. Nothing…monumental. It has the feel of…something they gave some complaining spoiled kid of a commander to do so they’d feel important or something like that.”

“That…is possible. I vaguely remember…one of the commanders had a kid he was grooming for leadership position. The most I remember about them is I really wanted to strangle them they were that annoying.” Bucky recalled, narrowing his eyes to think about it more, “That’s all I remember. Just thinking: ‘Shut up. Shut up. Please, yes…load the grenade launcher that way…just go outside and pull the trigger. It’ll work really well and do everyone a favor.’ He didn’t…sadly.”

“I can only imagine your disappointment and the difficulty you had in hiding all of that.”

“I learned to hide what I was thinking…fast.” He said and you nodded, “They then assumed I didn’t have thoughts. People still…kind of…do that.”

“You have plenty of thoughts. Sometimes fractured, but they’re still there. There’s nothing wrong with being quiet. Quiet doesn’t mean stupid. It just means quiet.” You replied before pausing as someone exited the archives with a stack of books, “Place them down and show me the clearance forms.”

“Oh come on…” the man sighed annoyed, “You do this every day. They’re the same books every day.”

“Don’t make me ask again and don’t make me decide to pat you down, Tim. Those might become mandatory if Shelly tries to hide papers in her bra again.” You say and he looked at you just as Bucky did, “They were peaking out at the top so I caught her and reported her behavior. Then put the paper at a deeper clearance level. She is the last person that needs to know how to cook up any kind of aphrodisiac.”

“Why is that even in there?” Bucky asked as you cross referenced the books to the form given.

“I don’t know why Tony puts things in archives. I just know he does and I suspect it has something to do with replenishing the population of some nearly extinct species considering it wasn’t even for humans.” You explain and Tim shook his head but accepted the books back from you, “You’re good to go. What’s Reggie doing in there by the way?”

“He’s researching pigs right now. I don’t know why…but he’s slowly turning various shades of pale and green.” He said before leaving and you chuckled.

"We should do this again." You said with a smile and Bucky chuckled while shaking his head, amused.

"You're somethin' else, doll, I swear." he said with a smile at you and you looked at him, watching the amused contentment filter through his eyes along with a glint of hope.

It made you smile as you nodded, "Yeah...but you like it."

"I might..." he replied casually, lightly...carefully.

"And I might...thank you for your service today...with a meal of your choosing. Breakast, lunch, dinner. I'll even cook. Banishing Reggie deserves a reward." You said with a smile and watched as the thoughts swirled behind those blue eyes.

All of them. Confusion, realization, and contemplation of what he could decide on. That ranged widely from the innocent to the not so innocent he shoved down and away before letting it peek back up. Just a bit. Exploratory. Curious. Furtive.

"What about dessert?" Bucky asked, his voice a touch lower, his eyes holding your gaze, lips twitching at the sides as you smiled.

"Dessert is definitely an option."

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A/N: There. Another finished one. I may continue this. Eventually.

Next Story: Dessert

[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.

[deadkaywizard]

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.

[bradleysass]

Fray - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 686 - Brothers + background jegulus

Regulus wasn’t sure how he got here, sitting stiffly on James Potter’s couch with his hands gripping his knees like they were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His skin burned, not with fever, but with the kind of heat that came from being trapped too long in his own head, suffocated by the endless cycle of thought and worry and noise.

He’d reached out to James because, for whatever reason, James made things feel a little lighter. James didn’t expect things from him—not the way his family had, not the way Sirius had before they'd torn apart at the seams. James was uncomplicated in his affection, steady in a way Regulus wasn’t. But James wasn’t equipped for this.

“Uh—should I make tea? I can make tea. Or, like, do you wanna fly? Flying helps me when my brain’s being stupid,” James said, hovering uselessly by the arm of the couch, shifting his weight like he might sprint out of the room at any second. “Or we could—uh—I don’t know, mate, what do you need?”

Regulus shook his head sharply, fingers tightening against the fabric of his trousers. His breathing was uneven, and he felt like his body was fraying at the edges, like he’d come undone and spill out into the world in a way he couldn’t fix.

James took a step back, and then, as if struck by an idea, he turned towards the door. “Sirius!” he bellowed.

Regulus flinched.

James winced. “Sorry. But, uh, Sirius is a lot better at this emotional stuff than me. Hang on.”

Before Regulus could protest—though he wasn’t sure he had the energy to anyway—Sirius was there, looking at him with a gaze that was far too knowing. Sirius had always been better at reading him than anyone else. Even after years of distance, of silence, Sirius still saw him.

James lingered in the doorway for a moment before deciding he was out of his depth and slipping away.

Sirius sat down next to him, not too close, but close enough that Regulus could feel his presence, grounding in a way that James’ frantic energy wasn’t.

“You’re spiraling,” Sirius said softly. “I used to get like that, too. Still do, sometimes.”

Regulus clenched his jaw. “I don’t—”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, Reggie.” Sirius’ voice was gentle, not demanding. “You look like you want to crawl out of your own skin.”

Regulus let out a shaky breath, pressing his palms together. “I don’t know how to stop it.”

“I know,” Sirius said. “I used to get like this all the time when I first left home. My hands would shake so bad I couldn’t hold my wand properly. I felt like everything was pressing in on me, like I was waiting for something terrible to happen even when things were fine.”

Regulus turned his head slightly, looking at Sirius. “What did you do?”

Sirius hummed, as if considering. “Sometimes I ran until I couldn’t feel it anymore. Sometimes I drank, which was… less helpful. Mostly, I learned that I needed to get out of my head before it ate me alive. Talking helped. So did music. You remember how I used to play in the middle of the night?”

Regulus did. He remembered Sirius’ music carrying through the walls when they were younger, half lullaby, half rebellion.

Sirius shifted, nudging Regulus lightly. “Do you want me to talk? Just about anything? Or do you want to sit in silence?”

Regulus swallowed. “Talk.”

Sirius nodded like that was the easiest request in the world. “Alright. I’ll tell you about the time James and I tried to sneak into McGonagall’s office and nearly got eaten by a suit of armor.”

And so Sirius talked. He talked about ridiculous pranks, about stolen broomsticks, about Remus rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle he hadn’t sprained something. He kept talking, and slowly, Regulus’ breathing evened out, his hands stopped shaking, and the fire under his skin cooled.

He wasn’t fine. But he wasn’t falling apart either.

And for now, that was enough.

[mosslikeschaos]

"You could stay, for me?"

cowboy!bucky x male!stablehand!reader

summary ; Bucky and Steve come into town, meet a handsome stable hand whom Bucky falls for. They spend some time before Bucky and Steve need to go again.

warnings ; none

content ; fluff, dumbasses, mutual pining

mentioned characters ; Bucky, Steve, Reader, Peggy, Fury, Banner, Sam.

Bucky POV; 3rd person.

NO USE OF Y/N - reader is nicknamed mouse, due to being taken in by Banner at a small age, and him always being in the stable. mouse is not used much.

word count; 3,324

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Alpine and Reggie's hooves thudded softly against the mud road leading through town, heading toward the cobbled stable yard.

People milled about the town, men, women and chilren. Kids were playing cowboys with their fathers too-big cowboy hats and kicking up the sand as if they rode on horses. Shouting at eachother and fake shooting.

One man took the hat off a kid, smiling when he told the youngen off for something Bucky didnt hear.

Women in scruffy dresses carrying washing, food and other tidbits moved out of the way for the two men on horses.

But people didnt stare, they continued business as usual. Newcomers were not rare here, let alone passers by only asking to fill their stomach and spend a night in a good bed.

"D'ya think there'll be a good pub 'round here?" Steve hummed, turning to his buddy.

"Saloon looks clean and open. Maybe we'll get a hot meal."

The scenery changed when they came in to the stable yard. Busy atmosphere phasing over into a certain calmness where soft chewing could be heard from inside the stable.

Only one horse abandoned its food for a minute, popping its head outside to look at the newcomers. A pretty bay with dark, kind eyes. She whinnied low, to which Alpine simply snorted. Reggie pricked his ears, looking over but staying otherwise silent.

Steve petted his neck, swinging his leg over and dropping to the ground. "Hold him and i'll find the owner or a stable hand?"

Bucky steered the two horses to a tiny patch of grass, letting them munch on the lush greens. The grinding of their molars chewing the small tufts of grass lulled him into thought. The town was big, with pretty wooden housing and big painted signs. A general store and a saloon. A tailor that -according to the black sign out front- specialized not only in clothes, but tack and hats too.

Before too long Steve arrived back with a boy hot on his heels. "He says its two dollars a night, or if we stay a week its three dollars every two. and that places to stay are cheap."

Bucky hummed a sound of affirm, handing Steve his piebald back.

"If you'd just follow me, ill show you where you may house them and put your tack. Gelding, stallion or mare?" asked the boy, running a hand through his hair.

"Good o'l Gelding,"

"Alpine's a mare," Bucky couldnt help but take another look at the stable hand. He was yae tall, not towering, not short. His hair was cut roughly and pushed back out of his eyes, not too long, not too short. The clothes were also to be noted, a good pair of boots but the rest looked a bit tired. A worn pair of jeans and a loose, dirty gray shirt. Somehow it complemented him just fine.

"Alpine is a pretty name. For a pretty horse too."

"Sure, nursed her back to health when i found her as a little abandoned filly."

"you did a good job," he hummed, stopping and turning around to face the men, but talking to Bucky. "Com'on, ill take you down," then turning to face the blonde. "ill be back in a minute. dont stray too far." and off they went.

The walk down to the open stall was short, and a comfortable silence settled between them as they listened to the continued chewing from the horses. A couple pretty faces popped up to greet Alpine and the boy swatted away one mare who tried to nip. Before too long they were at an open, uninhabited stall.

"Here, a nice straw bed and some hay to munch."

"thank you, whats your name kid?" he asked, leading Alpine in and starting to undo and take off her tack. The bay horse from before poked her muzzle through the bars, letting Alpine smell her.

"here let me take that," the boy motioned to the saddle, carrying it with ease as Bucky continued. "They call me Mouse."

"how come? youre not so tiny."

"ah but i was when mister banner took me in."

"dont you got a proper name too, Mouse?"

"Sure i do, but everybody calls me mouse. i dont mind s'much. Most people got themselves a nickname."

"Well in that case you can call me Bucky."

he nodded quickly, letting Bucky leave the stall before he shut the door and latched it.

Bucky trailed behind him as he was shown the tack room and which empty hooks he could use.

The main stable had smelled of hay, warm horses and horse shit. all around not such a bad smell, but the tackroom somehow smelled better. Mouse had left, so Bucky took the opportunity to study the tackroom. It was clean, roomy and smelled of leather cleaner. The wooden walls were a deep brown, with two big windows, one out into the stable, and one out to the yard.

A lamp sat on the first wall, easy to grab in the dark if need-be. On the opposite wall was a door in the same dark wood as the walls. Tack-hooks covered the left wall except where the window was, and on the right were buckets of oats and grain for the horses alongside a green cabinet for medicine. Beneath the cabinet was a worn down wooden chair, with a frame infront of it. Perfect for cleaning tack.

He checked the door infront of him, finding it unlocked.

What he hadnt expected however was a tiny room with a bed pressed against the wall. Realising this was probably the stable-hands room he shut it, backing out until he stood in the middle of the tackroom. The few things he did notice was fhe room was walled with the same dark wood, that the bed was unmade with half a dozen blankets piled on one side, and that there was a little dresser on one side.

Shaking the thought from his head, he turned on his heel and walked out to find Steve again.

When Bucky found him, he was chatting lightly with the stable hand. Steve noticed him, turning and immediately exclaiming "did you know the kid owns the pretty bay Alpine said hi to earlier?"

"the one she neighbors now?"

Mouse nodded, prompting Steve to continute. "so shes only yours, do you gotta pay to have her here?"

"no, shes in reality mr.banners horse. His mares filly from about six summers ago."

"why dont he ride her?"

"shes got too much attitude in his opinion. he prefers her momma."

"so he gave her to you?"

"sure, mr.banner lets me keep her."

Bucky gave a chuckle, seeing the fondness creep into the boys face. It was clear he liked the pretty bay.

But instead of staying on his beloved topic, the stable hand hopped up on the stall door. "Are you goin to the pub tonight? gets real full on a friday. if ya'lls want a hot meal, better get there sooner rather than later."

"thanks kid, does everyone in town go?" Steve didnt turn around as he continued brushing the piebald gelding.

"yup, pretty much."

The light dimmed as the sun started to hide behind the clouds as they chatted. "are you going?"

"nah,"

Bucky raised a brow, taking over the conversation. "How come?"

"too much work to do."

~

"two hot meals for the gentlemen." the bartender hummed, sliding the two bowls to Bucky and Steve. The man wore an eyepatch, dark skin glistening from the heat as he poured a beer for a different patron.

Steve was talking to Mr.Banner, having found him in the crowd based off a rough description the stable boy had given him earlier. As the men chatted, Bucky tuned out, letting his thoughts take over.

His conciousness seemed to phase from observing the Saloon to thinking about the stable boy.

The saloon was spaceous, filled with tables and chairs, a set of stairs on the east side going up to another floor. Plenty men were playing for money. poker and cards complemented the full glasses of beer they chugged down. The man behind the bar currently was also known to be the town sheriff, mr.Fury. A pretty woman with pinned hair and pretty skirts helped serve at the bar. Steve seemed to have taken a liking to her, as bucky caught him staring at her on multiple occasions.

Bucky felt like he was zoned out as he took another spoonful.

The warmth felt like it perfectly mirrored the stable hands smile. He seemed to exude warmth, somehow. Happy to work, happy to be. He loved the horses, that much was obvious.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. "Hey newbie. need somewhere to stay t'night?"

The man shone a toothy grin at him as Bucky nodded.

"Yeah, thought we'd find somewhere. could be handy."

"Well come to the hotel right beside here when ya'll are done. so you dont get lost. the name's Sam." He gave Bucky a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Bucky."

~

The pretty bay was eating from the small patch of grass in the yard when Bucky went to the stables. Her headcollar was tied to the hitching post loosely by a dark red leadrope.

As he gave her neck a good scratch the stable boy came across the yard. His outfit was mildly different from the last time they had seen eachother. His hair was pushed down by a hat, and his mucky gray shirt had been switched out for a much nicer -albeit slightly bigger- brown shirt.

"g'day sir," he hummed, tipping his head in a greeting.

"goin out for a ride?"

"yup, gotta help the Carters herd cattle,"

The bay kept munching her grass as the stable hand threw the saddle over the hitching post. "cmon Willow, up ya come,"

her head shot up, staring disapprovingly at her owner. "yes i know you want the grass sweets."

"Her name's willow?"

"yup," he grunted, throwing the saddle over, making sure it landed softly on her smooth back. "she loves chewin on 'em, so why not name 'er after 'em."

Bucky smiled, continuing to itch her neck for her. He soon found a spot she seemed to love, since she started pushing the weight of her entire neck into his hands. "The hat suits ya."

"Thanks, its Banners old hat. Bit too small for him."

He flashed Bucky a toothy grin as soon as he got up on her back, to which Bucky chuckled, giving willow one last hefty pat, then looking up to lock eyes with the boy, "stay safe out there, doll."

"i will, sir." he gave Bucky another nod, this time using his right hand to further tip the brim of his hat before turning Willow and dissapearing out of the yard.

He gave a sigh, watching willow and her rider dissapear off. His grin seemed to have been burned into Bucky's scull, the image of him, smiling widely, face slightly shadowed by the brim of his hat. He was thinking of the way he had carried the heavy saddle against his hip, bridle hanging off his arm. The way wearing the hat seemed to make him feel more confident. How nice the brown shirt looked, despite hanging a little loosely, tucked into his jeans. Maybe hed come with to the Saloon tonight.

"earth to buck?"

He seemed to snap back to reality as Steve waved a hand infront of his face. Bright blue eyes stared at him, "you were out of it mate, the same look as when youve seen an exceptionally pretty lady."

"oh," he hadnt even realised. "really?"

"yeah, do the stable lad have a really hot sister or something? or is it mouse himself you like?"

Bucky simply waved the comment away, walking past steve. "cmon, get reggie. mr.Fury asked if we could pick up some stuff from the neighboring town."

"yeah yeah i know."

~

The trip went well and Fury had given them a fair bit of coin for their help, but Bucky couldnt seem to focus on it. Steve was talking about the fact that this could sponsor a good deal of hot meals on the road, but he couldnt bring himself to be excited to get back out there. Leave again, as they had done so many times. They usually only stayed a week, doing odd jobs for sheriffs to get a little coin, then continue on. In reality they were looking for somewhere to settle. Get a proper job. Find love maybe.

Maybe he really should ask if the kid wants to have a drink later.

"i wonder if miss carter will be at the saloon today."

"y'think shes pretty?"

Steve looked almost offended, then after a moment he seemed to soften. "i mean, she is, but thats not why."

"y'sure? apparently Mouse was gon' help out her family with the cows today."

"Aha! so it was him you were looking all starstruck about!"

Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve grinned triumphantly. "I wasnt starstruck, but okay."

"oh no you were."

"was not!"

"whats the yappin about?"

they had been so busy bickering that they hadng even realised a little company had come to the yard, led by the stable boy.

Half a dozen men, dusty and dirty with their horses not looking much better. Most of them tipped Bucky and Steve their hat in greeting as they passed, but willow was brought up to the hitching post beside Reggie and Alpine.

"Mouse, kid! you not takin' Willow i'side?"

"Gotta wash her off, mr.Carter."

The man nodded, accepting the answer.

"well you look happy," Steve hummed, having gone to Bucky's side of Alpine.

"Cow herdin is fun, nice to get out sometimes."

"heard it was out at Carters, thats Peggy's parents isnt it?"

"yuup, how'd ya know Miss Carter?"

As the two started chatting about the carter family, and that Steve maybe found the daughter pretty, Bucky started brushing Alpine. Her white coat slowly getting silky smooth, as she and Willow started messing about a little bit.

He watched quietly as Steve and Mouse chatted. How the boy leant against the hitching post, crossing one leg over the other when he was done untacking Willow.

And that his hair seemed damp when he took his hat off and ran a hand through the strands. How it seemed to shine in the hot afternoon sun.

Bucky sighed, almost longingly as the boy laughed.

"you should come down to the saloon, if everyone else is going."

"just might, if mr.Banner lets me slack off on some work."

"you always got so much work to do."

"thats what happens when youre the lone stable hand, Steve. Got a lotta stalls to muck and horse t' feed." He chuckled, giving willow a firm pat. "'Least i enjoy it."

Steve nodded, turning to his buddy. "'Ey Buck, what'cha say, should we put in a good word for him so he can have an evening off?"

"oh, uh" he realised he was being talked to, snapping his head up to meet Steves mischievous gaze. "Sure."

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "if you want you can go talk to mr.banner now. he should be with the geldings, talking to mr.Carter. take reggie and i can take Alpine and Willow for ya."

"Oh, thank you,"

"Will do, thanks Mouse," Steve hummed, poking Bucky as he passed him to untie Reggie.

Two men could be heard talking as soon as they entered the stables. As Steve went to put Reggie away in his stall, Bucky went up to the two men.

"Ah hello Bucky!"

"hey, i was gonna ask, mr.banner, does Mouse have any more work today? we were gonna try convince him t'come to th' saloon with us."

Carter chuckled hartily. His face was all straight lines, rich with stubble and a good-looking mustache. "The kids always working isnt he?"

"hes a hard worker, never complains," Banner smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hes got nothing else for today, other than dinner feed, but tell him im happy to do it."

"you give him so much freedom, like a good father."

Bucky hummed, not quite understanding why Mr.Carter found that to be so funny, so he gave a nod to Banner instead, quickly thanking him before scurrying off to find the Stable boy.

He found him giving carrots to the two mares, one for Willow, one for Alpine. The carrots gave way for the soft sound of horses crunching.

without looking up, he asks Bucky "sooo, how'd it go? and wheres steve?"

"still taking care o' Reggie, he'll prolly be 'ere soon. But it went well, you aint got no work to do later."

He finally looked up, smiling. He had such a pretty smile that soon turned flustered when he realised Bucky was looking at him.

"hey! why're you studyin me?"

"you look nice, is all."

"oh—"

Before the conversation could continue, a certain blonde popped up behind Bucky.

"Were you able to come with us?"

Bucky pushed steve off him, chuckling. "yeahyeah banner said it was fine."

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"so you really never settle down?"

"nope, usually stay a week. then go again." he hummed, resting the side of his face in his palm.

the stable boy hummed, shifting in the barstool. "What's the goal with all the travelling then? a specific destination i suppose?"

"somewhere to live, stay. Hell id love to settle down."

There was no answer for a minute as the saloon kept going around them. they could hear Steve and ms.Carter, Peggy as she'd told them to call her.

"i suppose that makes sense," a sigh as he seemed to look anywhere but at Bucky.

The air felt like it changed, grew a little tense. Bucky didnt like it.

"what do ya say, Sweetheart, we could take a ride. take a look at the stars."

"thats so sappy."

Bucky watched as he took another sip of his beer. "so what? dont you want to?"

"course i do, id love to." he was trying to finish the drink. "if its with you anyway."

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the night air was cool, and the sky was clear. not a single cloud to be seen, nothing to cover the endless amount of stars. The moon was crescent, giving just enough light to see, but not enough to hide the stars.

Yet bucky wasnt looking up.

Neither of them were.

They would catch glances of eachother as the silence grew comfortable. Bucky was just following, wondering where the stable hand would lead them.

The horses barely made a sound as they walked through the sandy path, only their breathing cutting through the quietness.

Soon another sound emerged. Water.

He couldnt see it yet, but the path started sloping down as the sound got louder.

when they got down the slope, both men hopped off their horses, and unclipped the reins to let them drink.

A tiny stream, water running along soft pebbles, grit and sand as tiny plants spouted in the wet dirt surrounding it.

As they sat, looking out across the land, Bucky spoke. "Its gorgeous."

"yeah, i love coming here."

a comfortable silence stretched between them, a symphony of calm. Bucky looked at him as if he were the stars, glistening and shining, lighting up the dark.

Eyes met his with a smile, and Bucky chuckled. "what?"

"You dont have to leave, yknow?"

the comment took him by surprise as he stayed quiet, trying to figure out what was meant by it.

"you and steve. you could stay. i bet fury could find work for you." he shifted, still looking up at the stars. "i dont think steve would complain, he could get to know Pegs better. and, you could stay, for me?"

He finally looked at Bucky.

"of course, sweetheart. i'd love to stay. for you."

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A/N ; This has been fun to write. it's not my best work, but its been a project for a couple days while i dont have internet.

hope you enjoyed, and you did feel free to like/reblog <3

[jamespotterthefirst]

Dress (Ethan x F!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey and MC (Lilac Allende)

Word Count: 1.5K

Rating/Warning: T/ Some Language

Summary: Loosely based on the events in Book 1, Chapter 9. After dinner with her roommates, she runs into Dr. Ramsey at the bar.

Note: Because Ethan never saw my MC in that hot dress. Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift. Longer note at the end (meep).

The dimly lit bar thrummed with excitement, the energy as palpable as the plethora of glasses leaving the bar. All around, overworked medical staff in various degrees of inebriation laughed and talked over the loud music, making the most of the rare moments of freedom at their disposal. It was undoubtedly karaoke night—and if the neon sign flashing from above the small stage didn’t clue him in, the awful singing, the ruckus laughter, and the smell of fried bar food definitely would. Still, the tension pinching Ethan’s muscles knew only one remedy.  

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Reggie exclaimed with exaggeration at the sight of Ethan. “Hell must’ve frozen over if you’re here for karaoke night. What song should I queue up for you?”

“Very funny,” Ethan replied dryly, taking his usual seat at the bar. “No song, but I will take the usual.”

The bartender laughed his characteristic guffaw, one that he reserved for whenever he taunted Ethan. “Must’ve been one hell of a day if you need a drink badly enough to put up with all this.”

He nodded toward the stage where a group of interns belted the notes of some 90s song Ethan couldn’t place. They huddled around one microphone, swaying under the effects of half-priced pitchers of the night. One of the interns broke off in laughter, signaling at someone in the crowd to join them. 

“Hell of a week,” Ethan began to reply, but his attention lingered on the group. 

The more he watched them, the more recognition dawned on him. The one grinning broadly at the center, shorter than the rest, was Sienna Trinh. Beside her, Elijah Greene rapped the verse of the song expertly. On his right was a tall, lanky intern Ethan could not name if his life depended on it. 

If they were here, then so must—

“Lilac!” Trinh hissed into the mic, beckoning wildly from stage. “Get up here, now!” 

Jeers erupted as the crowd parted, revealing a laughing Lilac Allende. She shook her head enigmatically, but Trinh refused to give up. At long last, a pair of strong arms engulfed Lilac and easily picked her up. That arrogant surgeon that strutted through the halls of the hospital carried her on stage. 

Ethan looked away, annoyed. Lucky for him, Reggie had long since placed the glass of amber liquid in front of him. He took a swig, refusing to give in to the urge of glancing her way. 

It was no use, though. 

The last few months had proven that Lilac Allende was impossible to ignore. She had confidently taken reign of his senses from the moment her green eyes met his. Defeated, he glanced at the stage. The stage lights had brightened, matching the rhythmic Spanish song blaring from the speakers. One glance at the screens surrounding the small room told him it was a song by Selena Quintanilla.

“Anything for Selenas!” Lahela screeched through cupped hands. 

Lilac, meanwhile, made no use of the screens with the flashing lyrics. She sang the words confidently into the microphone, swaying and dancing, letting the music take over. Each sway of her hips commanded the space around her, all but hypnotizing anyone who watched. She was aware of how badly her voice sounded as she tried to hit the high notes, but the peal of laughter that rang out made Ethan’s chest feel weightless. 

At last, during a pause in the song, she shrugged off her long coat to the wild cheers of the crowd. 

“Get it, bitch!” Sienna cheered as she caught Lilac’s discarded coat. 

There was nothing particularly special about the dress Lilac wore. It was a shade of dark green Ethan could not specifically name if pressed. It could have even been modest or plain on anyone else, with long sleeves and a skirt that reached the floor. But on Lilac Allende the dress was nothing short of sinful. It caught the light as she danced and swayed to the music, captivating many in the room. The fabric hugged every curve and dip, flowing in a tantalizing rhythm as she danced. 

Ethan watched, clinging to his glass with unnecessary force. 

For one wild moment, he allowed himself to fantasize what it would be like to run his fingers along the leg slit. His lips would find her exposed shoulder, moving up her neck, and whispering in her ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

The song ended with a roar of applause. 

As though sensing his gaze on her, her green eyes found his from across the room, paralyzing him. 

Piercing blue eyes pinned her in place, making her body hum more than cheap alcohol ever could. Ethan Ramsey was watching her from his usual place at the bar, his expression unreadable but intense. Every instinct told her to stay away from him, her senses recognizing what grew heavy between them with each passing day.

Before she could think better of it, Lilac hopped off the stage and made her way to the bar, giving her friends some pretense about needing a drink badly. As she approached, Ethan’s posture stiffened, his attention on his glass of scotch. Though he stared at the amber liquid intently, it was nothing compared to the way he had watched her from across the room. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Doctor Ramsey,” she said by way of greeting. “It’s karaoke night.”

He looked up at last, though his posture still appeared tense. Lilac noticed his fingers flexed around his glass. 

“I’m aware,” he responded. “It looked like you were having fun.”

Lilac gave him a little shrug, sliding onto the barstool next to him. “Just blowing off some steam after a difficult day.”

Ethan’s shoulders stiffened slightly. She knew he was thinking about their earlier conversation regarding Mr. Platt. He opened his mouth, impassioned, as though ready to go toe-to-toe with her like before. Then, he seemed to think better of it. 

“Did you figure it out yet?” he asked instead. 

“Why you assigned him to me? No.”

“His diagnosis, Rookie.”

“Also no. That’s eluding me as much as your reasoning behind this.” 

She knew he was pushing him a little too hard. He could very well angrily shut down like he had done earlier, leaving her even more irritated and confused. Instead, he set his glass down on the bar top, sighing heavily. 

“I thought you could handle it.”

The inadequacy of this response made Lilac’s annoyance flare up.

“I must’ve miscalculated,” he added. 

“I can handle anything you give me,” she returned scathingly. 

“Surely not if this simple assignment is throwing you off.” “It’s not the assignment or the patient. It’s the reason why you did it.”

“The reason is simple. I'm your mentor. It's my job to push you.”

The busy bar around them continued to buzz with excitement. No one around them paid them any mind, and if they did, the look on Ethan's face alone was enough to make anyone glance anywhere else. Lilac, however, was not afraid of the icy glare fixed on her. Instead, she straightened her spine, her body imperceptibly closer to his. 

“I don't believe you,” she informed him. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You're not letting this go, are you?” 

“You already know the answer to that, Dr. Ramsey.”

Lilac watched him take a long swig of his drink. Truth be told, she was shocked he was still sitting there, humoring her. Any other time, he would have stormed off. 

Tonight was different. 

“If you're so sure there's some grand explanation, then enlighten me, Rookie.”

Lately, everything was different with him, as though the Earth shifted on its axis without their knowledge, leaving them swaying for balance. 

“I think…” she said, her voice quiet. She trailed off, entranced by his blue eyes on hers. Without her knowledge, she had leaned closer to him, their arms and thighs so close that she could feel the warmth of his body. For a breath, she allowed herself to imagine what that warmth would feel like pressed against her body, roaming every inch of her… The warmth of his hands on her skin, as he tugged her dress, pulled it, ripped it...

“I think…” she tried again, willing herself out of her haze. 

“Yes?” 

“You're deflecting.”

Ethan reeled back. “Deflecting? Deflecting what exactly?” 

How did she explain that she burned for him and a part of her believed he longed for her too? She couldn't bring herself to explain her deluded reasoning: that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. That there was something tangible between them that neither of them could ignore. That the reason Ethan assigned her an impossible patient was to prove that he didn't feel the same as Lilac— that she was just another intern. Saying the words out loud felt like giving up too much of herself. 

“There you are, Lilac!” Trinh exclaimed as she appeared by her side. “We need you. Landry and Elijah want to sing ‘Non-Stop’ but I have to sing ‘My Shot’. I have to or I will cry.”

Sienna's eyes fell on Ethan and she froze. “Sorry—Am I interrupting?” 

“Not at all,” Lilac assured her, hopping off the barstool. “Dr. Ramsey and I were done talking.” 

Ethan, on the other hand, looked as though he wanted to reach out to stop her. Lilac's body thrilled at the thought. 

“Enjoy your night, Dr. Ramsey.” 

“You, too, Dr. Allende.” 

Note: Hi. Hello. It's me. I'm the absolute problem, it's me.

There's so much to say. I always forget everything I want to say when I type these.

First, if anyone is still out there, and read this-- Thank you!

Second, to everyone reading and liking my old work while I was away, also thank you! You made my day when I would log on and see!

Third, I am working on a huge Open Heart project. As I re-read ch. 9 inspiration struck. Writing after all this time felt like rusty gears slowly starting to turn. It felt good, though. I hope I can do more of it!

I will definitely post old fics I wrote once upon a time but never posted.

Love you all. Missed you!

-Bree

[noooooooop-e]

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.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Vain

Wolfstar, January 30, word count 671

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One year previously

Sirius stood at the front of the church, greeting all his parents, associates, and other guests. Most of them had never even met Regulus. He gritted his teeth as politicians, bankers, CEOs and other supposed mourners who had only come to get in good with his father. He hated this so much. His parents had made it into a circus. It should have been a simple private affair. Regulus would have hated this. 

The service, while extravagant, felt almost nice. The priest was respectful and Sirius was able to mourn in peace. His mother had forbidden him to help carry the casket outside, so he walked behind it, following his brother outside to the family crypt. 

Disturbance at the doors halted the procession. Walburga brushed past him, disappearing around the casket. 

“How dare you come here,” She hissed. 

“I just want to say goodbye,” Shit, Barty. Sirius hurried after his mother. 

“You are not wanted here, leave. Now,” Walburga ordered. 

“Please, I just want to say goodbye, please.” Barty pleaded, his jaw quivered, and his eyes filled with tears. Sirius quickly stepped in, putting a firm hand on Barty’s shoulder in a vain attempt to diffuse the situation.

“I’ll deal with him Mother,” He said in a bored drawl, before marching Barty out of the doors and into the churchyard. They turned away from the graves and walked away from the church into a little wildlife area. Once they were hidden in the tall grass, Sirius found a bend and dragged Barty down onto it. The other man collapsed into him. Sirius held him as Barty broke apart. His sobs were muffled by Sirius’s thick wool coat. 

“Shhhh, we’ll go say goodbye once they’re gone,” Sirius murmured softly, stroking Barty’s soft hair. “He’d prefer it if it was just us anyway,” Barty sniffled as the last of his tears petered out. 

“I’m sorry, I should have known better. I just, I just wanted him to know that I came. I needed him to know I’m still his.” 

“He knows, don’t worry about that,” They sat on the bench until the sound of Range Rovers, Austin Martins and Jaguars starting filled the air and waited some more until everything was still and quiet again. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye,” Sirius helped Barty to his feet and led him to the Black family crypt. 

The door was already sealed again, Regulus locked away for eternity. 

“I really loved him, you know?” Barty told him, walking forward and laying his hand on the door. “I love you Regulus, always will, always,” He shook his head and turned away. “Can we go get a drink and talk about him for a bit, or do you need to get off?” 

“Yeah, let’s go. Pub?” Sirius looped Barty’s arm through his, and together they walked to the local pub.

“They drank far too much while they mourned Regulus, so much that when Sirius wiped the fresh wave of tears from Barty’s cheeks with his hands, Barty leant in and kissed him. Sirius kissed him back. There was no spark, no urgency, they were simply finding solace in each other. They pulled away at the same time and Barty rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know how to live without him,” Barty confessed. Sirius wrapped his arms firmly around him. 

“He wouldn’t want you to mope about Barty. In fact, he’d kick your arse if you tried,” Barty choked out a laugh, and they called it a night. They shared one final kiss outside the pub and went their separate ways. Sirius truly hoped that Barty would be alright. He looked up at the night sky, easily spotting his own star and letting his eyes drift to the left until they landed on Regulus’s. “Look out for him, Reggie. He needs you still,” He called a taxi and went back to his empty house and opened the bottle of whisky, drowning his sorrows, not wanting to remember what had happened that day. 

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Summer camp AU, part 11!!

July 11th <3

Essential - @jegulus-microfic - words: 960

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"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?

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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.

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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. 

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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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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)