#regulus chill son

[anonymocha]

i want u to know i keep thinking abt yuri regulux because of you

PEACE HARMONY LOVE JOY SMILE ROCK ROCK ROCK CHANGE THE WORLD

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Is it because of that one drawing where medpoc suffers bc regulus is kissing x???? 😭 wait thats so funny im glad. their yuri is everyone else's headache; these two MAY make laplace a jollier place with their whimsy and bs

[ellecdc]

poly!moonwater x potter!reader who has so many nicknames (trouble, ickle potter, little lion, treasure, amour, dove, etc.) that her boys are the only ones who remember her actual first name. please and thank you.

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poly!moonwater x Potter!reader who is called anything but her name [1.2k words]

CW: siblings, swearing, background prongsfoot, Peter fearing for his life

….and tell your brother to try to avoid any more detentions between now and Christmas, okay? Love and miss you, my little lion.

“Jamie!” You called as you made it into The Three Broomsticks, shaking the chill off of your jacket as you folded the letter back up.

“What?”

“Mum says to fuck off with the detentions for the rest of the year.” You responded as you took a seat, reaching over Sirius to grab a chip from his and James’ plate only for James to snatch it out from under you.

“I have a hard time believing that the lovely Euphemia Potter said her beloved son should fuck off with the detentions, Trouble.” Sirius chided as he shook his head at you, though he moved the plate back within your reach and allowed you to help yourself.

“Honest to Merlin, hand to my heart.” You responded solemnly as you handed him the letter, watching as he furrowed his brows and held it out in front of him as if it were a royal decree.

“Well would you look at that,” Sirius murmured, “she really did tell ya to fuck off, babe.” 

James made a tsking sound as he snatched the letter out of his boyfriend’s hand. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Message received, bug.” 

“What did the little ickle Potter do now?” Peter asked as he plopped himself down in the booth beside James, ruffling his friends hair causing James to aggressively swat his hands away. “I only ever see James this worked up when his sister’s around.” 

“The fuck did you just call her?” You heard Barty demand from the other end of the pub, kneeling on the booth and peering over the other Slytherin’s to level Peter with a severe glare. “That witch is a Treasure, Pettigrew, and you will address her as such.” 

“Merlin’s beard…” Peter muttered as James snorted at his expense. “Okay…okay, sorry Junior.”

“You will be.” Barty spat menacingly before he slowly lowered himself back into his seat. 

“Oh don’t mind him, Pete.” You offered jovially. “He’s harmless.”

Your sentiment was severely undermined by Evan and Barty who had their heads lowered together as they kept their predatory gazes locked on the - now pale in the face - Gryffindor boy, though. 

“It’s hard to know what to call you sometimes.” Peter offered with a nervous shiver as he pulled his attention away from the otherside of the pub. “You’ve got so many.” 

“So many, what?” Lily asked as she took a seat at your table. 

“Names.” James said around a mouthful of chips. “She was called about four just now.” 

“Ickle Potter.” Peter whispered as he eyed Barty carefully.

“Trouble.” Sirius offered.

“lovebug.” James carried on.

“And Treasure, according to Junior.” Peter continued.

Lily hummed thoughtfully. “Four nicknames, that’s not bad.”

“Your mum called you her little lion in her letter.” Sirius added.

“There you are, amour.” Regulus sounded from behind you as he and Remus entered the pub; the three of you having split up to run to the post whilst Remus joined Regulus to Pippin’s Potions for a few supplies. 

“Amour.” Lily, James, and Sirius all chorused as Peter chuckled, causing Remus and Regulus to slow their strides and their brows to pinch in bemusement.

“What’s going on?” Remus chuckled somewhat nervously as he pressed a kiss to your hair before taking a seat beside you.

“We were just talking about your girlfriend’s names.” Lily explained.

“Names?” Remus laughed as he turned back to you. “How many do you have?” 

“Apparently a lot.” 

“Why? What’s wrong with ‘Y/N’?” He asked, and the entire table fell quiet.

“Why would you call me that?” You asked as steadily as you could manage. Remus’ brows pinched again before he turned to look at the table worriedly. 

“Remus.” You begged. “Why would you call me that?”

“What? Call you what? Your name?”

“That’s so rude, Rem.” You whined, your pout almost turning into a snicker when you heard Regulus breathe out a chuckle from behind you when he caught on, though you managed to hold strong. 

“I…I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. What- why can’t I call you by your name?”

You let out what sounded like a breathy sob as you turned towards Regulus and pushed your face into his chest. “He’s so mean to me, Reg.”

Regulus made a sympathetic sound as he circled his arms around you. “My poor girl.” 

“That was cold, Remus. Stone cold.” Sirius stated solemnly. “If James were a better brother, he’d beat you up for this.”

“I’m a perfectly fine brother, thank you.” James protested immediately. 

“I don’t see you fighting to defend Trouble’s honour.” Sirius argued. 

Remus looked between his two oldest friends for but a moment longer before he turned to see your shoulders shaking as you hid in Regulus’ chest.

“Dovey.” Remus cooed, moving to reach out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder only for you to jump up and turn to expose a beaming smile on your face. “What the hell was that about?”

“How many is that?” You asked no one in particular, though Peter, Lily, James, and Sirius all chorused “seven”. 

“For Godric’s sake; was this all over a silly nickname?” Remus asked in faux admonishment as he turned to level you with a look that did not translate when he was smiling at you like the lovesick fool he was. 

“It’s not a silly nickname.” You denied immediately, eyes soft and smile softer as you leaned further into him. “I love it.”

“You really had him there for a moment, amour. I think he actually thought you were sobbing into my shirt over something he’d done.” Regulus offered, shooting Remus a wink when he tried to scowl at his boyfriend. 

“It’s not easy to trick Moony so it’s always extra fun to see him sweat.” James agreed.

“You should spend more time with us, Trouble; see what other pranks you can help us out with.” 

“Sorry lads.” Remus said as he rested his arm over the back of your chair and trailed his thumb over your neck where the fabric of your jumper gave way to skin. “This dove is our Trouble.”

“And Treasure.” Regulus added as he knocked his ankle into yours under the table. 

“My little lion.” Remus whispered into your cheek, causing you to curl into yourself at the tickles from his breath. 

“My lovebug.” Regulus chuckled.

“Should we go on?” 

“No, no. Merlin’s saggy balls, we get it.” James groaned as he rubbed his eyes harshly under his glasses. “You guys are disgusting.” 

“No more disgusting than you and Pads all wound up after a win.” Remus retorted, causing Peter to nearly spit out his butterbeer. 

“Alright, alright.” You relented. “I think there are a few too many siblings here to be talking about this right now.”

“Agreed.” Regulus and Sirius chorused before glaring at each other. 

Remus simply chuckled and pressed another kiss into your hair. “Sorry dove.”

“You’re forgiven, Moons.”

[acourtofchaos]

MARAUDERS ERA FIC RECS

REMUS LUPIN

BY TIRED HANDS by @luveline

CALM AFTER THE STORM by @angelfic

HIS GIRL by @opalesquegirl

IT'S TIME TO GO | PART TWO | PART THREE by @godlessandwrecked

TAKE A BITE OUT OF MY HEART* by @upsidedownwithsteve

JAMES POTTER

IF I KISS YOU, I'M SORRY

TIME WARP

by @astonishment

IS IT CHILL THAT YOU'RE IN MY HEAD by @boneblushed

WILDEST DREAMS by @pretty-little-mind33

YOU DON'T REALLY LIKE ME, YOU JUST THINK YOU DO by @perpetuallydaydreaming

SIRIUS BLACK

GORGEOUS by @cassiopeiasdaughter

LITTLE LIES* by @amiableness

'CAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND by @evermoreal

AREN'T PROMISES MEANT TO BE BROKEN by @perpetuallydaydreaming

RIGHT WHERE I WANT TO BE by @appocalipse

REGULUS BLACK

DARLING, YOU LOOK DIVINE* by @theostrophywife

SECOND SON by @cherryslyce

HOW EMBARRASSING by @ellecdc

POSSESSIVE

INFATUATION

by @r0mantic-f00l

TENSION* | PART TWO* by @mysticmoaning

*indicates smut

[cherryslyce]

Second Son (Epilogue) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: The new era. The end of one chapter, and the beginning of another.

Part XIX / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Thank you all so much.

You peer out of the fenestrated walls, eyes glazing over the faint swinging of wooden signs and veranda covers. The ambience around you swirls like a sheer veil as you lean back into your seat, sighing out blissfully as your cooling charm beats with fervor, shielding you from the blistering heat of the summer day. 

Dragging your eyes away from the bright view, you run your finger along the thick cardstock in front of you. The blocky letters begin to fade into the background of snowy mountain caps and faded waterfalls as you continue to trace your eyes over it. 

‘Greetings from OREGON’ 

You flip the postcard over and swipe a finger across the swirly letters. 

‘Hope you’re well, kid. - A. Fiske’ 

A sudden thudding noise echoes across from you, and you slowly shift to sit straight as your eyes drag themselves away from the letters. You tilt your head with a coy smile as your companion leans back to get comfortable, evidently miffed by the unrelenting heat waves. 

“Good to see you, B.” You smile saccharinely, fingers dancing along the chilled cup in front of you. 

Blaise rolls his eyes and places his own drink down on the table—iced americano, simple, bitter, and everything that Blaise wasn’t. You would never understand his fascination with the drink. He huffs before smiling sarcastically at you, “Yes, how long has it been? Two days?” 

“Don’t whine, it’s unbecoming.” You mutter playfully, twirling your straw around the rim of your cup. 

“Merlin, you’re even starting to sound like her. Really, no wonder mother finds you so endearing.” He tuts as he throws his elbow back to rest on the back of his chair. 

You chuckle and shake your head, “Okay, let’s digress then.” You lean forward and cross your legs, “How is Draco doing? Theo is irritatingly uninformed on the topic.” 

“He’s alright, thanks to you and Potter anyway. His father might not be facing a long sentence, but many of the elected Wizengamot heads are shifty even with your statements. Lucius Malfoy has been a slippery eel for a few years too long.” He hums, face unflinching as he sips on his potent drink, “How the mighty have fallen so.”

Nodding, your voice drops lower as you survey the rest of the cafe, “Azkaban will still do a number on him even with a lighter sentence. Narcissa is worried.” 

“As she should be,” he replies curtly, “and speaking of Azkaban, how is Lord Black nowadays? He’s become quite the hermit. Is he faring well?” 

You sigh and rub your chin, “Yeah, he’s just been busy with remodeling. He’s still quite miffed that Reggie and I decided to move out.” 

“At least he has Potter with him.” Blaise supplies, eyes darkening in rumination at the mention of Regulus. He levels you with inquisitive eyes, “Before I forget, what should I send over?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you hum, “How do you mean?” 

“Your house warming gift, daft one.” He rolls his eyes lightly. 

“Just bring your lovely self.” You huff out. 

Blaise crosses an ankle over his knee, “A vase then.” 

“If it clashes with the aesthetic then I’m tossing it into the basement.” You warn jokingly, smiling widely at your friend. 

He shakes his head with a muffled chuckle, “No worries. Anyways, you still need to unpack, right? Need any help?” 

“Oh? Work not keeping you busy enough?” You rest back against your chair, head bleeding with thoughts about how taxing work has been in the past few months with the Ministry trying to dial the reconstruction process to an inconceivable pace. 

Blaise groans at the reminder, taking a long sip of his drink, “Merlin, they should rename the whole Department! Department of International Magical Cooperation? What a joke, all they do is sit in an oval and squabble.” 

You throw your head back to laugh, a feathery light bubble of relief expanding in your chest. It was mind-boggling to think that not even a year ago you were all fighting for your lives, and now the same backdrop of fear that followed everyone around for so many years had disintegrated. People strided through halls and streets with lifted shoulders and bright eyes, war-hardened, but jovial as their burdens gave way. 

Blaise had worked his way up the Department of International Magical Cooperation, often leaving meetings with a sharp migraine and dwindling hope in the frequency of common sense. Theodore was faring well, now a highly revered Unspeakable for the Time Branch, all made possible with his swift denouncement of his father. Draco was the more withdrawn one out of the three, but you held out hope for him, having corresponded with him over his budding fascination for Alchemy. 

You found that your new friends were on your mind often, and you were endlessly grateful to them as they took Regulus’ reintegration into society with stride, often giving you advice on how to politely tell inquisitive reporters to bugger off. Meetings with them were slowly becoming a rarity as all of you became engrossed in work, but your friendships remained resolute as you all quickly became each other’s closest confidants. 

Luna wrote to you often, and you sent her trinkets and snacks by the dozen, finding yourself constantly worried that others would mistreat the girl with the absence of your friend group. Luckily, the girl found a friend in Ginny, and you were looking forward to reuniting with her during her Summer Break. 

Harry and Ron were inducted into the Auror ranks by Shacklebolt only a few weeks after the war. You had your reservations about their decision to jump into such a high-risk job, the stench of carnage and battle throbbing like an open wound, but they insisted that they would never be able to focus enough to finish school. 

On the opposite side of that sentiment, there was Hermione. She had quickly delved back into Hogwarts’ curriculum amidst its reconstruction, and was now looking to you with hopeful words about beginning her own sabbatical. 

You had published your research under both yours and Regulus’ name, omitting information about Regulus’ discovery of sentient portraits as a precaution for the future. 

You both respected Anders’ wish to leave his name off the cover and the research, but he failed to warn you against leaving his name anywhere else, so simply on the first page of your book, you dedicated the findings to him and Asger with a simple ‘For A. & A. Fiske.’ 

The research was groundbreaking, to say the least. You wouldn’t be able to forget the swaths of letters and documents from the Ministry, and one very heated missive to you from Blaise about how he was even more swamped with work, many foreign countries reaching out to inquire about the findings. 

It all paid off though, the royalties you and Regulus got would sustain you both for the rest of your humble lives, and the boost on your portfolio made getting a job in the Department of Mysteries a cakewalk. 

Once the sun rolled across the cloudless sky, the singing blues morphing to hues of pinks and purples, you bid your friend goodbye, wishing him luck with work and promising to gather with the rest of your friends the following week. 

You were certain that apparition was the most useful skill you had in your toolbelt, and you couldn’t fathom how you managed to survive the majority of your life without such a feat. As your shoes pad against the pavement, the bristling of leaves skidding around you, you let out a content sigh as you approach your destination. 

It was the closest thing you had to home for so long, and it still felt like safety and comfort despite the sudden heaviness of your own house keys in your pocket. As you pop the door open, head peeking around the heavy wood, your face lights up as a figure comes into view. 

“You’re home!” You exclaim excitedly, stepping inside with a wide grin. 

Harry approaches you and gives you a fleeting hug, hand raising to adjust his glasses as he pulls back, “Yeah, Tonks let me off early. How was your meeting with Blaise?”

“Good,” you draw out suspiciously, eyes narrowing as you both pace through the dim walkway, “how’d you know about that?”

“Regulus.” He answers simply, eyebrows raising in tease as you huff. 

You both cross into the threshold of the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you see countless manuals splayed across the wide berth of the table. Regulus and Sirius are both hunched over in their seats, flipping furiously through the catalogues. 

“Some light reading, Sirius?” Your voice rings out playfully, body already moving towards your squinting boyfriend. Both men shoot up from their positions and blink owlishly at you and Harry, the sea of papers long forgotten. 

“Furniture shopping, pup!” Sirius replies with a tired grin as he stretches his arms over his head. 

Regulus rises from his chair and meets you halfway, arms wrapping securely around your body as he burrows his face into the crook of your neck. A few more moments pass by before he cranes back and blinks slowly at you, “Birdie.” 

You run a hand through his curls and smile lightly, “Love.” 

Regulus keeps you secure to him as he moves to drop back down into his seat, leaning his head against your stomach as you remain standing. Your eyes drop down to look at the varying bleak images on the shining white pages. 

Raising your eyebrows, your eyes drift around an image of a steep bookshelf with two glass doors, “Is this for us or Sirius?” 

Sirius leans back in his seat and rubs the bridge of his nose, “Your place. Reggie helped me pick out a few pieces earlier.” 

Your eyes wander around the aged cabinets and drabby wallpaper, trying to envision the space in a remodeled visual, one that would be Sirius-esque rather than screaming of cobwebs and medieval torture. You smile minutely before reaching a hand out across the table, bringing your other hand to card through Regulus’ hair as you mutter quietly to the tired man across from you, “I’m happy for you, Sirius.” 

The man reciprocates your smile and clasps his hand in yours, “Thank you, pup. I’m happy for you too,” he huffs and glances at Regulus, who remained immobile against your stomach, “the both of you.” 

The tender moment continues for a few more beats before Harry slowly leans on the seat next to Sirius’, eyes scrutinizing a forgotten pile of booklets off to the older man’s left, “Sirius, where are we going to put a lion table?” 

You snort out a muffled laugh as the man swivels over to his godson with beaming eyes, knowing that Harry would be whining to you later about Sirius’ ineptitude at interior decorating. 

“You should start cleaning up, Remus will be here soon for dinner.” You murmur with a pointed look at the trio. 

As the final outlines of the sun slinks away in the horizon, you and Regulus bid farewell to the occupants of Grimmauld Place, intent on spending the rest of the night in your home. It was fortunate that Regulus had managed to set up the floo network to your home only a matter of days before, and the journey back left little room for complaints as the green flames dragged away from your vision. 

You step out into the darkness of your study room, ears perking imperceptibly when the network flares again as Regulus joins you. The twilight sky filters into your home, dimly illuminating the barren room. 

“We’re home.” You mutter with a content smile. 

Regulus slowly pads towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he sways you both. Your eyes are drawn to the French casement windows behind the desk, getting lost in the sight of the dancing flower field. 

“Shall we head to the cliff, birdie?” Regulus muses, eyes following your gaze as he drifts into rumination. 

You nod and reluctantly step forward, pivoting on your heel and dropping a hand onto Regulus’ arm, “I’ll meet you at the front? I need to drop off a few things in the bedroom.” 

“Of course, baby.” He leans over to capture your lips in a soft kiss, hands dropping to your hips as he lightly grips onto you. 

Humming against his lips, you slowly pull back and rub a thumb across his cheek, “I’ll be quick, promise.” 

He pecks your lips again and gives you one last squeeze before he slowly backs away, shooting you a warm smile as he makes his way to the entryway. You retreat from the study room soon after, making a sharp right turn as you pace towards your shared bedroom. 

Regulus had been the one to bring up the idea of getting a beach house, assuring you that he was unsettled by still water and not turbulent waves. It was a quaint building, one that sprouted into the center of a lustrous flower garden, and you both knew it was the one when you toured it. Just a short walk away from the blooming fields, a precipitous cliffside broke away and loomed over a thick landing of sand, giving a small brief from the swaying waves 

As you enter the lusterless room, you shed away your bag and walk towards your bedside table, propping the Oregon postcard against your lamp. Atop the same white bedside table sat Regulus’ old golden frame, now whole and without trace of ever having been shattered. Under the frame, the folded piece of paper that Regulus had given you the night after you bought the property peeked out. 

You grasp both items in your hands, and smile lightly as an idea formulates in your head. 

“Kreacher!” You call lightly. 

The house-elf pops into the bedroom with a curious frown, teetering towards you as you extend the items out. You fish out your wand as Kreacher grabs the frame, muttering a faint engorgio at the rectangular object. The frame wobbles in the elf’s grasp before slowly stretching to nearly thrice its original size. 

“Could you possibly frame this note for me? Maybe above the headboard?” You request with a small smile. 

“Kreacher will do that.” The house elf nods and begins to fiddle with the frame. 

Your eyes run across the note one more time before you hand the slip to the elf, making your way out to Regulus with a fleeting farewell. The boy has a jacket slung over his arm as he waits for you by the door, carding his hair back as a flicker of joy flashes through his eyes when you appear in his line of sight. 

“All ready?” He murmurs once you reach him. 

“More than ready.” You reply with a hum, leaning to peck his cheek. 

The trek towards the cliffside passes by in the blink of an eye, and you’re left with butterflies in your stomach as Regulus picks several tulips for you along the way. By the time you’re close enough to the ocean to hear the crashing of waves, you are left to huddle close to Regulus for warmth. 

The sky begins to darken above you, but you give no protest when Regulus drags you to sit down on the ground. He peers up at the sky above him, eyes tracing across the faint twinkles of the approaching stars. 

You bring a hand to trace his chest as you do the same, cradling the flowers to your side as you begin to sift through the reel of memories in your head. 

“I love you, birdie.” Regulus whispers into the air, his arm moving to rest on your waist. 

You smile widely and press your face into the crook of his neck, “I love you.” 

And as you both laid under the stitches of glowing stars, sharing tiny whispers and shielding each other from the brutal winds, back in your home, Kreacher makes the last adjustments to the new wall decor. 

Kreacher mutely assesses the space as he backs out, the elf’s head full of future possibilities.

It was peaceful. After so many years, he felt at peace.

The door closes with a faint click just as the stars peek through the bedroom window, reflecting off the glowing frame. The swirls of inks encapsulated in the shining beams dance amongst the canvas of the wall. 

‘29 October, 1979

I wonder what being in love feels like. 

26 April, 1999

Love is like flying freely from the inhibitions of your burdens, where your person is your wings, your eyes, and your heart; you soar freely with the knowledge that they will carry you above the storms of doubt. I no longer wonder because now I know.’ 

Fin.

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[metalomagnetic]

Hi Metalo! First of all thank you very much for being such an not only amazing author but also such a nice person, in the last few days I went through majority of your works (which literally opened a whole new world for me) and the quality is absolutely insane and your replies to comments/Tumblr asks are so nice to read, always interesting and engaging. The thought put into your lore doesn't fail to blow my mind!<3 You are incredible! I hope your health will improve soon and without a problem!<3

Last chapter of It runs was such a pleasure to read, I loved cute domestic moments with Sirius and his kids the most and have a couple of questions.

1) Does Bella have favourite nephew?

2) Does Walburga have favourite grandchild?

3)Orion is Bella's ward, but what about other kids?

4) Who is whose best friend among kids? I imagine Harry's is Draco, and Orion is probably jealous about it, lmao

5) Did Astrid grow to actually love Harry or is she still pretending for Sirius's sake?

6) It seems like Orion&Marvelous genuinely view Harry as brother, but Sirius always notes that he is not Black (I remember he even think stuff like "perceived siblings"). Does he truly feel this way, or is he just feeling guilty before James and kinda lies to himself?

Very sorry if it's too much questions for one ask, I'm not all that familiar with Tumblr...

Thank you so much! 🥰

Orion

Orion 😂

Orion and Marvolo are Bella's wards. Helix is Regulus' (and Isadora's).

Harry and Draco are best friends! Orion gets along best with Regina and Regis. Marvolo, poor boy, is often left behind, but he has a couple of closer friends, like Avery's son and one of Yaxley's sons (that man has a lot of children).

Astrid does love Harry, but she will never love him as she loves her sons. But she does her best to treat them the same, even if not always quite successful. Hilariously, she sometimes *likes* Harry the best, because he's such a chill boy.

Everyone in that family has the awareness Harry is not a Black; even Orion and Marvolo, as they grow, they start to understand the difference. This is not just because of his last name that obviously settles him apart, but it is mostly Sirius' fault. And yes, it's because of James. Sirius would feel he's 'stealing' James' son, the last thing that remains of him, if he properly treated Harry like a Black. So in his mind there is always the distinction that Harry is James', not his. He does it out of love and loyalty to James, but perhaps it wasn't quite the best approach.

[veritas-scribblings]

radiate - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 1,244 [warnings: discussions of religion]

There’s this church in Mayfair. Every Sunday at 11am, Barty goes to the park opposite and sits on the fence and chain smokes as he waits patiently to catch a glimpse. A glimpse is all he needs. It will sustain him, fuel him for the week to come. It will nourish his soul. Save him. Raise him up. Lift him high.

It never takes Barty long at all to spot Regulus. He’d spot him blind in the dark. He knows Regulus from the way Regulus carries himself. From the line of his shoulders, which are always so tense. From the scowl permanently written across Regulus’s face as though the mere existence of the world deeply offends him.

Barty takes a long draw from his cigarette and blows smoke into the air. Regulus always looks like the weight of his thoughts have grown heavier each time he leaves that church. Like someone has laid his all of his sins out before him. Regulus already has a complex relationship with religion (his family is already a fucking cult) and whatever bullshit they’re spewing behind those walls is only further complicating things.

Regulus glances across the road. He knows that Barty waits there each Sunday. Walburga knows too, Regulus says, and makes disparaging comments about “that boy” who sits on the fence and smokes. “A filthy, disgusting habit,” she will say. “Only sinners smoke.”

Regulus’s gaze lingers on Barty for just a moment, and in that moment Barty is sure Regulus can read his thoughts. Meet me, he thinks desperately, the fear and longing a mangled, dark monster within him. Meet me. Come to me. Fuck your church and fuck your God. Let me save you.

Come evening, the rain falls in sheets and the wind is unforgiving. Barty is chilled to the bone, to his very soul, and it isn’t just the wind and the rain that batters against him as he stands on the footpath outside the church. It’s the weight of everything bearing down on him: his fears that he isn’t enough to save Regulus, his fears that he will lose Regulus to his family, that the Blacks will devour Regulus whole and leave only the empty shell of Regulus behind.

When Barty was younger, during his ‘cusp of adolescence’ years, he would sometimes find himself oscillating between ‘it’s probably better not to tempt fate’ and ‘let’s fuck around and find out’. Like he would enjoy nothing more than to climb a ladder to the roof of their school’s building and flip the sky the bird so he could wait and see if Regulus’s God will smite him where he stands.

These days, Barty is just sure there’s no higher power involved in anyone’s lives. It simply would not make any sense. Because if there is, the higher power is a sick and twisted son of a bitch unworthy of anyone’s worship.

“I’d say at this stage that what you’re doing is almost considered harassment,” Barty says. “Give the woman a break, she’s heard it all. Multiple times.”

This is the way Barty sees it: the God that religion wants is a woman, the God that religion has is a man. No further explanations needed.

The church in Mayfair is dimly lit inside. Regulus sits in the pews, his forehead resting on the backs of his hands, which grip the pew in front of him. He’s praying, Barty knows. Or more like, he’s harassing his God with every thought and worry he has in his mind. And Regulus has an endless supply of thoughts and worries…so Barty supposes to some extent that having an invisible counsellor makes some sort of sense.

When Regulus doesn’t look up, Barty says, his voice husky and cracking, “Fuck your God. All the boring sons of bitches go to heaven, anyway. I reckon hell’s where the party’s at. We’ll fuck on our way down, enter hell with a bang.”

This gets Regulus’s attention, as Barty knew it would, because Barty is nothing if not an expert at poking Regulus’s buttons. Regulus has never quite understood how Barty can be so very blazé about things such as who loves whom, and who has sex with whom, and who has knowledge of who loves whom and who has sex with whom. Whereas Barty has never quite understood Regulus’s hang-ups. It’s not so much that love and loving others comes naturally to Barty; it’s just that he’s more of the ‘who gives a flying fuck what others think’ party.

And Regulus has never been able to separate himself from what others might potentially think.

Barty slides onto the bench next to Regulus. “You ran away the other day. Before I could say I—” Barty places his hand on top of Regulus’s, which is cold and gripping the back of the pew tightly, “Reg, I love you,” he says hurriedly.

There’s something missing in the air between them, the way that Regulus would have once said, “I love you, too,” so easily. Before Barty had refused to keep ignoring how things had changed between them and love no longer meant "I want you at my side", but instead, "I want to keep you inside me".

Barty surges forwards and kisses Regulus. It’s a closed-mouth kiss, taking Regulus off-guard so that he is for a moment paralysed with how to respond. They’ve done this before, back when they were fourteen and Barty had wanted to try out kissing and trying it out on Regulus, his forever best friend, had made so much sense to him.

That, back then, had been a chaste kiss. This kiss is anything but. It’s desperate and fierce, messy and intermingled with tears that Barty is sure are Regulus’s. And this kiss is very much one-sided as Regulus doesn’t respond immediately, though he also doesn’t push Barty away. He merely lets himself be kissed, lips parting ever-so-slightly, like he thinks that if he is not an active participant in the interaction that he cannot be faulted for it.

“I love you,” Barty breathes against Regulus’s lips, and Regulus makes a sound that is so broken it chips away at Barty’s heart. Because how can Barty make Regulus understand the enormity of his love for him? How can Barty make Regulus understand that he’s loved him for years in every way it’s possible to love someone?

“Barty,” Regulus breathes out, and in his name Barty hears, I love you, too. And, I need you, too.

Pressing back into the kiss, Barty pulls Regulus so close that Regulus all but crowds into his lap. Finally, Regulus responds and the kiss is no longer one-sided. Warmth pools low into Barty’s belly. He slips his hands under Regulus’s shirt to run over the smooth, warm skin of Regulus’s back. There is barely any space between them, and Barty can feel through Regulus’s movements in his lap that Regulus is quickly unravelling.

Barty slides his hand up Regulus’s neck to tip his head back and deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth. He wants more than he has wanted almost anything else. He wants to watch Regulus come apart. He wants to feel him, hear him, experience him.

He knows that it’s a bad idea to do this in a church, particularly one with a congregation so conservative, but Barty’s never met a bad idea he doesn’t like. And Regulus’s God can come for Barty if they have any qualms about this happening.

They can come for Barty. Or they can try. Because, Barty thinks, he is prepared and they won’t know what hit them.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 18 - Date

@jegulus-microfic June 18, Word count 585

Previous part First part

“Monty, I need you to either adopt me or marry me because if those two idiots break up I won’t survive not having this cake in my life,” Sirius gushed dramatically, while Regulus groaned and tried to disappear into his chair. James pulled him back up while the others laughed loudly at Sirius’s words. 

“Son!” Monty cheered, throwing his arms wide for Sirius. 

“Father!” Sirius bellowed as he crashed into Monty’s arms.

“Brother!” James jumped up and joined the hug. 

Regulus slid down again. 

“You know,” Remus said to him from the opposite side of the table, mischief dancing in his eyes. “If Sirius is now adopted by Effie and Monty, that means he’s James’s brother, and you’re Sirius’s brother, which means you are officially dating your new brother,” Regulus’s face twisted into a grimace as Remus snickered over the table. 

“Remus Lupin, you are a doctor, behave yourself,” Effie scolded him. “Regulus darling, will you help me make the coffee?” She didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing Regulus’s and dragging him next door. 

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked kindly, busying herself with the kettle and finding enough mugs for everybody.

“Yes, Sirius is just loud,” He lied swiftly. Effie raised a knowing eyebrow. 

“Whatever you say dear,” Effie smiled at him as she handed him the towering tray.

“Yes, Monty!” Sirius said loudly, nearly making Regulus drop the tray, “Reggie, Reggie guess what! Monty and I have a date!” Regulus ignored him and put the tray down. James came to his side and pulled him in close. 

“Dad’s going to show him how to bake the cake, that’s all,” He reassured Regulus. 

“Sirius, put my husband down and come have some coffee,” Effie ordered as everyone took their seats again. 

Regulus was relieved when the time came to go home. He accepted the warm hugs from Effie and Monty without fuss and promised to come back soon. Sirius ran back for one more hug and Regulus used that as his distraction and booted Remus out of the back of the car. 

“What the?!” Sirius said, surprised when he opened the back door and found James staring back at him. 

“Get in the front, loser. It’s our turn in the back.” Regulus glowered at his brother. Sirius slammed the door shut and climbed into the front. 

Regulus leaned over and rested his head on James’s shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh. He couldn’t wait to get into bed. Maybe he’d have a nice hot bath first, maybe with a hot chocolate, maybe with a naked James. 

Sirius pulled up outside the house and froze. 

“Regulus, stay in the car,” He said evenly. Regulus tensed up. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” His voice shook. Sirius was only like this when it was bad.

“Just stay, okay. James keep him in here.” Sirius got out of the car and Remus followed him. 

“He doesn’t want you here! Leave him alone! If I have to call the police again on you I will!” Sirius’s angry voice travelled into the car. 

“Jealous Sirius that for once you’re not the centre of attention? That I prefer Regulus over you?” Barty. Barty was there. Regulus burst out of the car and ran towards the house. There, standing under the stoop, leaning against the door, was Barty. “Hello, lover,” Barty lowered his voice into a growl. Regulus felt a chill run through his veins as he looked into Barty's eyes. This couldn't be good.

Next part

[moutainrusing]

netflix & chill

“Remus, mate!” James pulled him into a hug and clapped him on the back as he entered the café for their evening chat after work together. “So long since I last saw you. How’ve you been?”

“James, you literally saw me this time yesterday.”

“Yes, and twenty-four hours without you has been too long,” James replied mournfully.

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Now, don’t roll your eyes at me, young man,” James scolded, placing his hands on his hips and comically furrowing his brows.

“Sorry,” Remus patted his arm, and smiled while placing two fingers on James’s glabella and smoothing out the skin.

James grinned. “You’re lucky you’re my favourite son.”

Remus didn’t even bother questioning how he was the son of the best mate he was older than by seventeen days. “I’m the favourite? What about Harry?”

“Harry’s betrayed me! His favourite dad is Regulus. Can you believe it? Lily’s so lucky she doesn’t have to compete with any other mums, she’ll always be the favourite,” James grumbled.

“I’m sure Harry loves all his parents equally,” Remus nodded supportively. “And therefore you should love all your kids equally too.”

James looked up at him with wide, proud eyes, and pulled him into a hug, mumbling, “How did my little boy get so wise?”

“I was born like this. Inherited all the clever genes from Lily, you see.”

James gasped, and pushed him away. “So now Lily is your favourite parent?!”

“I love all my parents equally. Although I’m really not sure how I suddenly have so many.”

James winked. “Best not to question it.”

Remus grimaced. “This life is so weird.”

James punched his shoulder amiably. “Now, don’t be like that. Life is awesome! Like, what’re you doing tonight? Living it up, right?”

“Nah, Sirius and I are just gonna watch Netflix and chill.”

For some reason, James’s eyes went as big and round as his glasses’ frames at this. Remus raised a questioning brow. James stuttered, “Uh— what? What?! When did this— Why did no one tell me anything?! I have to call Sirius!” And James flew out of the café, leaving Remus leaning against a high table in confusion.

To be fair, James often did spontaneously up and jump without even buying anything, so Remus shrugged it off and began walking to his flat. He’d see James after work tomorrow evening, same time, and ask what possessed him this time. It was their routine, after all. Knowing James, he probably realised he hadn’t seen Sirius in over an hour, and desperately needed to rectify it. Remus smiled to himself: James and Sirius were the epitome of two people who couldn’t live without each other.

Anyway, he could also relate to desperately missing Sirius, even after seeing him only this morning, because whenever Remus was with Sirius, his skin buzzed and his eyes were alive, constantly seeking him out to trace over his laughing face, but when Sirius was gone, his eyes went back to looking dead and the feeling… vanished. Replaced with a strange twisting and tugging of his gut, like it was trying to pull Sirius back to him.

He thought maybe it was similar to how James felt when he would outright yell, ‘I MISSED YOU!!’ to people he saw just seconds ago. Previously, he thought James was exaggerating, but now… now he thought James was downplaying just how intense the longing and the missing hurt. He felt bad though, because it was only Sirius he felt this way for, while James felt this friendly towards all of them. James truly was the greatest friend ever, but Remus never missed him the way he missed Sirius.

Eventually, as he climbed the stairs to his and Sirius’s flat, he stopped feeling bad, instead getting caught up in the excitement of the mundane activity of slouching on the couch together and bingeing through ‘Friends’ while knowing 70% of the lines. (They obviously needed to learn 100%.)

He unlocked the door, entered, locked it, and was finally ready to fling himself into cushions, but he stopped, because Sirius was pacing the room shirtless, donning incredibly low slung joggers, biting his messily painted nails on one hand and rapidly typing on his phone with the other.

“Remus!” He cried, dropping the phone. He didn’t seem to notice, instead shuffling from foot to foot as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked in concern.

“Great! It’s just, well James told me something…”

“Something?”

“Something,” Sirius nodded, biting his lip and looking at Remus searchingly. So Remus allowed him to look. He wasn’t really sure what he was looking for. But at least it also gave Remus time to look, because Sirius was stunning. His hair was spilling from his shoddily tied bun in small black rivulets, his cheeks were tinted pink, his lower lip was in his teeth, and he seemed so innocent and adorable, nervous yet so casual, not caring at all about how he looked, because he didn’t need to.

Although his joggers were really way too low. And he really needed a shirt. But those hips and that waist and that chest; Sirius was like a chiselled Greek sculpture.

“Remus?” Sirius whispered, moving closer. Remus hummed, and looked up to meet his eyes expectantly. Sirius sucked in a breath, and then he blurted, all in one breath, “James said that you said that we were gonna have sex tonight.”

Remus paused. “What?”

Sirius repeated again, much faster, if that were even possible, “James said that you said that we were gonna have sex tonight.”

Remus frowned, “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh,” Sirius bit his lip again, nodding slowly. “So, uh, why…”

“I don’t know. We were meeting in the café like usual, and, like almost-usual, he ran off to do something. Said he had to call you.”

Sirius raised his brows. “He did call me. And he said that you said something which you now say you didn’t say and neither of you are liars so what is going on?” Sirius had begun to raise his voice.

Remus blinked, thoroughly confused. “I don’t know! And why are you getting mad?!”

Sirius looked like he was about to yell, before he paused, and slowly said, “What, exactly, was the conversation you had with James?”

Remus threw his hands up. “I never said we’re gonna fuck!” Sirius’s eyes widened slightly.

“Sorry,” Remus toned it down. “I genuinely don’t know where James got that idea from, and I know he’s not a liar, but I also know I didn’t say that. I just told him you and I were gonna watch Netflix and chill, and then he ran off!”

For some reason, after processing the words, Sirius burst out laughing. He clutched a hand to his lower abdomen, where the muscles rippled beneath his skin as he doubled over in guffaws. Remus had the very sudden and disarming thought that actually, he wouldn’t be opposed at all to fucking Sirius. He coughed slightly, banishing the thought in embarrassment. He would check Sirius was okay, before locking himself in his bedroom and questioning his sanity.

“You good?” He muttered quickly.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just, Remus, oh my God, you’re so innocent.”

Remus thought that right now he wasn’t having innocent thoughts at all, but okay. He nodded hesitantly, as if to ask for more information.

Sirius finally sighed, leaned towards him, and whispered into his ear, “Netflix and chill stands for SEX.”

Sirius leant back, grinning devilishly as he took in Remus’s ‘o’ shaped mouth and flushing cheeks. “Sorry,” Remus stammered, because Sirius was still in his personal space and his chest was really, really bare, and he was still staring at Remus like he expected him to say something, or do something, and Remus had no clue what.

So he let Sirius stare at him. It allowed him time to stare at Sirius too. Finally, Sirius seemed to decide something. He brushed his lips against Remus’s ear lobe as he whispered, “So, do you wanna watch Netflix and chill with me?”

And Remus realised that he really, really wanted to do that.

[artbyace]

what pet do y’all think each marauder would have? i’ll start-

james: obvious answer is golden retriever BUT i don’t agree with this. i think james is a lil bird guy. like , cant u imagine him with a tiny little mini james chilling on his shoulder ??? just teaching him little sayings and being like OMG GOOD JOB MY SON when he says one 😭

regulus: black cat. obviously. no other option.

sirius: lizard owner. idc idc. they’re cold blooded just like him /j

remus: orange cat owner. he is 100% just like “yep this is my son he is an idiot and has no brain” energy

lily: GERMAN SHEPHERD GIRLIE. i’m so serious. like the huge black ones. she has them trained so so well they are so intelligent.

mary: A PITBULLLLL this makes so much sense to me as someone who grew up around pitbulls <3

marlene: she has a hamster. that’s it .

pandora: PANDORA IS A FERRET MUM I CANT EXPLAIN ITS JUST HER ENERGY. she has at least 2 and they’re as wild as her

pete: this man owns a frog. the silly little pac-man ones. he takes such good care of itand it bites his finger sometimes when he’s feeding it becuase it is so dumb

evan: snake owner but not like the cool, intimidating kind. he has a lil goofy corn snake named smth dumb like toe

barty: he wants to come off as tough but he saw a senior chihuahua (like marbles) in the shelter and now he dresses her up in cute lil outfits and that’s his daughter .

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 44

chapter 67:

1. jfc remus (how is he that strong)

2. god, can’t our side have one fucking win? all these people captured. including my remus

3. “"She started the war for me, and she'll end it for me, too."” GOD i love lesbians

4. NO NO NOOOO NO NO NOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO MARLENE STOP NOOOOO!!! SHE WANTS TO PROPOSE TO DORCAS AFTER THE WAR!!!! SHES GONNA DIE I CANT HANDLE THIS

5. 😦

6. marlene?? i-

7. i’m still in shock

8. okay i have my bearings. this is why the post is two days after the last one lol. anyways, i’m actually pissed that she didn’t get to die a big dramatic or memorable death. she didn’t do anything. it was just a landmine. and she’s dead. and i get it, i really do. war isn’t always big heroic deaths. it’s also this. where one moment, you’re planning to propose to your partner and laughing with your freind, and half a second later, you’re blown to bits. but genuinely, her death fucked me up. i knew it was coming, but not like this. holy shit, not like this

anyways, the first thing i did after i read that bit was text my freind. and first thing they did was call me. i sent in bold “IM CRYING” and i get back “why” “MARLENE” bro immediate call. not well. not well at all

9. i continued and read the rest of her death. and her last words being dorcas will forever fuck me up

10. PANDORA????? PANDORA????

12. anyways all i did was call back the freind and say “PANDORA” and that bitch laughed at me. (love them to death) told them to go suck a lemon (they’d never heard that phrase before) and then they made me hang up to finish reading

my poor roommate has heard me call this freind twice (it’s ten o’clock at night)

13. “Horace would need more than just two hands, many more, to count the amount of people who would have gladly put their guns down for Pandora alone.” yeah, me for one

14. FLEAMONT NOOOOO

15. james will be devestated beyond belief

16. remus? huh??? he was shot in the head. but. he had a pov. i’m not sure now

17. …dorcas? i was so sure she had a pov

no wait she has a pocket. just checked

18. regulus???

19. um actually albus can fucking keel over. wont save all those other people in the lineup, then hears his brothers name and is willing to sacrifice the war for him. i get it, but alberforth knew this would happen to him

20. huh, damn. and alberforth still gets shot

21. 🚨🚨🚨pandora is safe. holy shit pandora is safe. i repeat pandora is safe 🚨🚨🚨

22. and fleamont and suddenly that all made sense

23. “”You forgot to count your bullets."” do i hate snape? yeah. but that’s fucking iconic

24. “Riddle lost the moment those doors burst open and two of Euphemia's someday son-in-laws moved into the room with Dorcas Meadowes one step ahead of them.” lmao freaking iconic. more historically important than trump getting shot

25. effie stopping to mourn barty gave me chills

26. NO FLEAMONT!!!! i’m getting fucking whiplash from this

27. effie having such a short pov but still so much emotion and character is shown in her love for fleamont

28. yall remus, regulus, and dorcas are fucking insane.

and i’m so here for it

29. “For all those years Sirius was taken away from him, Regulus breaks Riddle's fingers. Ten years, ten fingers.

For what Riddle took from James, Regulus takes his eyes. This is a difficult task. Regulus has never removed someone's eyes before. It's messy, and it takes the combined efforts of Remus and Dorcas to keep Riddle from flopping right out of his chair.”

mom pick me up i’m scared

30. “There are no good people in war, and now Dorcas thinks there are no good people out of it—certainly not her, because she would gladly go back into it just to have Marlene again.”

going feral over this actually. i’m unwell. i’m so freaking feral over this omg

31. reading authors notes and finding out that monty was author’s prim is actually making me go fucking insane

32. 😀 hi i’m unwell

(anyways side note, uhhh chapter was fucking insane but also like if y’all are reading this fic or this post, just know that there is no anger or resentment towards the author. he wrote this for himself and shared it with us. it’s a masterpiece and we RESPECT people. so yeah, this is the story he wanted to tell, so he wrote it for himself. just ya know, so yall remember)

[also don’t sell fics 😊 i will hunt you down]

[wickedcoeur]

I've got say something that maybe everyone will hate:

I totally get regulus being jealous of sirius' and james' relationship, like, they are described as being practically siblings in EVERY fic

but sirius' being jealous of jegulus???? it kinda feels like those mothers who don't accept their son's getting married 'cause they are supposed be the only women in their lives, it feels incestuous.

it's a total different relationship dinamic and I get sirius being annoyed that regulus it's more open with James than he is with him, but I saw a video on tiktok of sirius being actually jealous of jegulus' entire relationship dinamic, like??? bitch, chill, it's his BOYFRIEND of course he's going do to with him thing he cannot do with you, relax

anyway, just a thought.

[asmo-d3us]

angsty & regulus’ death || the letter pandora received from one of her dearest friends || part 8 of 8

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~*Pandora Rosier*~

    Her daily routine was repetitive. The same thing day after day. Wake up, make a cup of bitter coffee or tea, look out the window and delve into the mysteries of her mind, shower, go to sleep with Xeno who was finally done with his daily newspaper, and repeat. 

    Today, at least, something was finally different. Xeno wasn’t home, he had said he needed to go to the ministry for something important, that they had called him. Pandora had nodded, sipping from her bitter coffee–it tasted extra bitter today–and gazed out the crooked window once more.

    Running away from home in the middle of the night was difficult, and scary. Pandora would be lying if she said she felt free. She was. She was physically free, able to do whatever she wanted at this very moment, but Evan wasn’t. Her other half wasn’t free. But that was his decision! She would tell herself. He chose this future for himself, not me!

    But she still felt that guilt. That aching loss of her twin brother. She hadn’t talked to him, or Barty, or even Regulus for days. Her and Dorcas were still close, but not as close as before. Hanging out didn’t feel the same anymore. They had tried, they went out with Xeno and Marlene as a double date and it didn’t feel the same because James and Regulus, and Barty with Evan, were supposed to be here. But they weren’t there. They weren’t fucking there!

    She can’t even look in the mirror anymore, and she has no clue how she’ll be able to look at her children when they’ll look exactly like her brother. She loves him so much, and all of her friends for that matter, but they had chosen the wrong side. Yes, they had no choice, and that’s exactly the problem. They had no choice, so they would not be able to deny the demand of having to kill Pandora, or Dorcas, or anyone else, because their lives would be taken in return.

    The amount of letters drenched with tears she had received from Evan had finally stopped, and the thought of why brought a dreary chill down her spine. She didn’t feel the horrible loss just yet. She knows when he’ll die, and it hasn’t happened yet. She should be spending time with her brother, shouldn’t she? But she can’t change their destiny. She can’t.

    Luna Dorcas Meadows sounds like a good name, doesn’t it? That’ll be perfect for her daughter. She still hasn’t decided on a name for her son, if she ever has one. She won’t, which is why she hasn’t thought about it before. She would’ve liked the name Arcturus Barty Lovegood, but oh well, what can she do?

    There isn’t a child that she would like to name after Evan. Not for any bad reasons, but because he’s already inside of her. They were created together, they were given birth to from their mother together, everything they thought and did was together. Looking in the mirror, she sees him. In her ideas, she sees him. It’s painful–the thought of him, now. Maybe in another reality, right this very moment, everyone would’ve been over to her and Xeno’s house, bringing over housewarming gifts and congratulations.

    She wanted to make Evan Luna’s godfather, but she wouldn’t ever have the chance. Perhaps Arcturus’ godfather could’ve been Barty? Or Regulus? She doesn’t care, considering the fact that ‘Arcturus Barty Lovegood’ will never exist, and Luna will be all alone with her father, who has no common sense and absolutely no idea of how to run his life without anyone to help. He’ll be depending on a 9 year old girl.

    Pandora sighed heavily, raising a hand to her forehead and rubbing her temples, her coffee now cold. She rose from her seat, taking her cup with her, and draining it down to its very last drop. There was no energy to wash the dishes today. It seemed very lonely today, the energy felt stronger than it should today. Was something supposed to happen today?

    The blonde girl sat back down in her stool, rubbing her eyes with her fingers and sniffling from the cold. Placing her head in her palm, she looked around her new home, at the pictures, cups, walls, furniture, everything. The memories it held, the happiness and joy, the sadness and melancholy, the anger and fury, all these emotions from all these different souls in this house.

    There came a snap from outside the house, and Pandora’s head shot up from her hands. Were they here? Had they found her? She thought hurriedly, staring deafeningly at the door, her eyes drying up with reverberating fire. Finally, there came a hysteric avalanche of bangs on the crooked frame of wood, and Pandora stood from her seat, approaching the door slowly and putting her ear against it.

    “Panda!”

    Cassie?

    “PANDORA!” The sound of agony that Pandora had never heard in her life before. It was Dorcas. She was here, and she needed help. She slammed the door open harshly, eyes connecting with eyes.

    “Dorcas?”

    Said girl sobbed, launching herself forward into the shorter’s arms. “Hey, hey, breath Cassie, what happened?! Is it Marlene?!” She felt another rush of cold sprout down her spine as her best friend shouted out a harsh gasp.

    Closing the door, Pandora practically dragged Dorcas to the couch, leaning her against it and running to the sink to fill up a glass of water shakily. Fumbling with the glass and managing to stabilize it between her slim fingers, the young blonde rushed to Dorcas’ side. Raising the cup to her lips, and forcing her friend to drink it–she knew she needed it–she spoke, “Tell me what happened, you’re worrying me!”

    Dorcas cried quietly now, pushing the glass away from her. Placing it down on the counter, Pandora’s attention averted completely onto her friend. “R-Regulus,” She began to sob again, her hands raising to her face. Pandora stilled. Regulus. Regulus. Regulus. What day was it again today? She checked the date on the clock above the door, August 1st, 1979.

    Oh fuck.

    She stood abruptly from her seat, causing Dorcas to yelp from the sudden movement. “He’s dead? Is it really today?” She mumbled to herself, her eyes wide and lips cracked with bits of blood dribbling down the crevices. She licked her lips, blood. She’s alive. She’s breathing, and walking, and her heart is beating. But the same couldn’t be said for her best friend.

    She swiveled towards Dorcas, once more being able to pull a yelp from her. “Letter?” She spoke with a daunting stare, and Dorcas simply nodded her head, pulling out a sheet of paper from her pocket. Tearing it out of her hands, Pandora began to fervently read through it with her tired eyes.

    There’s supposed to be a letter for her today. Where is it? No, everyone else was supposed to get theirs first. So hers was supposed to come right about..now.

    A skirt came from the window, and both of the girls’ heads swished towards the sound. There it was, Reg’s owl. She walked towards the owl, raising the window and holding out her hand. The bird stared at her with a hoo-hoot, the staring contest lasting for 5 seconds before Dorcas sniffled, wiping her nose with a napkin, and the bird, still staring into Pandora’s crazed eyes, untied the letter with its beak. 

    She grabbed the letter gently, waiting for the owl to leave before closing the window and walking to the couch once more. Dorcas watched, eyes welling up again, as Panda flipped open the envelope, and swiftly pulled out the tiny paper. She shared a look with Dorcas, and took out the same exact second sheet that the other had gotten. She placed it aside, already knowing what was in it and her quest, and opened up the main letter.

    She inhaled a deep, cold breath of air, allowing her one hand to be held by the girl beside her, and she read.

______________________

08/01/79

Dear Mrs. Know-It-All,

If you have received this letter, I am dead. I have told Kreacher to send out all of my letters if I don’t make it back. In all honesty, I always knew I wouldn’t make it back, but I foolishly kept my hopes up. I kept my hopes up that if I went on just a day longer, things would change. But they didn’t. To make sure you read this letter, I have sent an owl to accompany it and bring it to the receiver.

You know the reason why this letter was sent even before reading the first paragraph. There’s no reason for me to explain anything to you, you already know every single bit of it. I still wanted to send a letter to you, because the least you deserve is a farewell letter from me.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Panda, seriously. I regret not saying it enough, and not telling you how thankful I am to have you as a friend, but now I am, and I’m sure you’ve always known how grateful I was.

You have never strayed past my side, always giving me advice and telling me how to lead my life, and I know I’ve disappointed you and I’m sorry Pandora, but you know this was our destiny. You’ve seen this in your visions, in the back of your mind, you’ve seen our deaths. I wonder how you’ve been able to keep this a secret from everyone else, because I know I would’ve broken down long ago.

There is a wish I would like you to complete for me, even though I don’t even have to ask you, I know you’d do this without a word from me. Can you treat the people I know with respect? James, Lily, my brother, Remus, all of them. Like you always have.

I wrote another letter alongside this one. You and Dorcas are the only ones who’ve got one. It’s a plan for both of you, just know there is a risk of death.

You’ve always been good at potions, and Dorcas has always been good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, so I have small worries for the both of you. Maybe I should be worried, I have no idea, you tell me, but I’m sure you both will be prepared to die for the world.

I would’ve had you and Evan do this, but recently they haven’t been ‘feeling well’. Especially Evan. It’s been looking bad, Dora. They aren’t the same anymore. Evan is quiet, his eyes dull and holding the weight of chaos and destruction. Meanwhile, Barty is chaos and destruction. He’s lost his mind. He’s started doing that weird thing with his tongue more often. It hasn’t been this active before, that tick.

I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, but if you can, check up on Evan after this letter, even Barty. They both need you (and Dorcas). It’s hard without the both of you. They’re probably taking this news badly, like horrendously badly. I would check on their sanities if I were you.

You knew everything, and for some reason that brings a sense of uneasiness to all of this. Why did you allow yourself to gain an attachment to all of us? Why did you allow yourself to love us? This was a mistake you should’ve never gone through with, Rosier. But you know best.

See you soon Spider, and watch out for the explosion.

R.A.B.

______________________

    Pandora sniffed, wiping the tears running down her cheeks with her finger tips. Dorcas was still beside her, a hand placed on hers. “Do you already know what we have to do?” Dorcas whispered, her voice barely recovered. Pandora looked at her, her gaze collected and filled with heavy dread, “Yes,”

    Dorcas nodded, but there was still some tension under her skin. “Will we make it?” She asked after a beat, the silence louder than her cries just a few minutes prior. The blonde sighed, shutting her eyes. 

    “Ah, I see.” The braided girl hummed, her eyes tearing up with acceptance that they won’t make it out alive. 

    “Do you know how soo-”

    “I can’t tell you, Cas.” Panda spoke, placing her soft hand against Dorcas’. They looked at each other, racing thoughts flashing through their eyes. “Will you visit Evan?” She asked, and Pandora bit her lips. She slowly shook her head as her heart slowly teared apart.

    She couldn’t, and she shouldn’t, visit her brother, or write him a letter, or ask about him. He doesn’t exist to her anymore, and being away from him and Barty will make their deaths easier to handle. Luna will grow up away from those death eaters, and her evil uncles, and maybe even her normal aunts and good uncles. She’ll be safe, and she’ll never meet either of those two, whether she knows it or not.

    She’ll never meet either of those two.

12 years later, Pandora Rosier’s successful horcrux potion had exploded.

What bad luck for all of them.

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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Sirius 100% was born in the most dramatic way. He came two weeks early. His mother's water broke at exactly 3am (witching hour) while she was passed out and she thought she pissed herself in her sleep. Then she got more contractions and she was like "oh these aren't Braxton Hicks these are the real deal". It was 13 (unlucky number) hours of labour and when his parents told him about that day he was so proud of himself bc like "dang right I came into the world like that I'm freaking (he can't say curse words) Sirius Black"

And then Regulus was born and he completely upstaged Sirius

It was like a blizzard outside. The power went out. Walburga's water broke at the worst time ever; 2pm. Its fully nap time and Regulus was like "NOW LETS GO RIGHT NOW". It's hardcore storming outside. Walburga has the worst contractions of her life. She was squeezing Orion's hand and screaming so much they both came to the decision in that moment that they were not having kids again. While the black family doesn't believe in like modern medicine ("damn muggles") they did have like a sacred 28 approved midwife that came over for Sirius' birth. Because of the blizzard the midwife couldn't make it so Walburga had a water birth in their marble bath tub. Splashing Orion everytime he pissed her off and Sirius was so stressed because his mom is in pain. He brought her a little rubber ducky (mom's taking a bath she needs a toy to relax) and she was squeezing it so hard so the only sounds in the bathroom was just her screaming crying and the duck going "sqeak sqeak" and Walburga saw little Sirius just standing by the door wringing his hands so stressed out because like "why is mom still in the bath if the water is so hot she's crying? I don't get it." and she calls him over and grips him by his shoulders and goes "Never have children Sirius don't do it" and Orion obviously says "mother's just sick that's why she's talking crazy" while shooting Sirius to the playroom because he needs his eldest son to continue the bloodline. Walburga is in labor for 7 hours (less than 13 but still spooky bc 789) and the first thing Regulus experiences is water. Walburga just sits there for a second with this beautiful baby girl boy just completely chill after being birthed just sitting there with his little toes in the water like "🙂hi." and then the blizzard settles and the black family are stuck indoors for three days straight with this new baby that just stares at people and has already slapped Sirius

But sure if you want regulus to be a summer baby that's fine too ig

[cherryslyce]

Second Son (XI) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: Yule Break extinguishes away in a wave of concerning news and uncertainty. Blaise asks for a favor, and Y/N has to juggle goals and friendships as Harry searches for an answer from Slughorn.

Part X / Part XII / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: We are getting to the climax! Next chapter will be the end of Sixth Year.

The chill that wracked through your body had you twitching your head in a shudder every couple of minutes. Sirius was pacing around the kitchen, murmuring heatedly to himself, and you suspected that he would try and head to the Burrow – or what was left of it, to fetch Harry any second now. 

You had insisted on making your way over by floo the moment the news had sunk in, but the look in Sirius’ eyes had you pausing in the doorway. It would be unfair to leave him alone, and you knew that he was worried about your safety as well. 

No use getting caught in any crossfire, Harry could look out for himself. 

Darting your eyes to look at the clock, you realized that only half an hour had passed since Harry’s patronus delivered the news. Wringing your hands in your lap, you resisted the urge to run upstairs and collapse into a heap on your bed. Regulus was eerily silent, and you were sure he was trying to process the news as well. 

Harry’s message had been ominous, and you were sure he purposely did so because it was something Sirius wasn’t meant to know. The odds were not looking promising for you in that case. 

The sudden muted crackling of the floo network has you snapping your head up, eyes immediately catching sight of a disheveled Harry. Sirius is pouncing on the disoriented boy before you can even rise from your seat, quickly assessing him for any visible injuries. 

“I’m alright. It’s okay.” Harry weakly brushes away Sirius’ clammy fingers, sending a reassuring nod at the older man. It takes only a few more moments of fussing before the man is backing off, stepping to the side so that Harry can approach you. 

You are enveloped in warmth before you can even register anything, your body moving on its own accord. The force of your movements have the chair wobbling unsteadily, and even Harry seems surprised by your swift gesticulations. 

Pulling back, you’re hesitant to ask, “Is everyone okay?” Your voice was shaky, while your chest was rising and falling harshly from anxiety. 

Harry nods, but a shadow falls over his eyes and he drops his head onto your shoulder. Pursing your lips in confusion, you see Sirius tilt his head in worry at the both of you. It takes a few more moments before Harry slowly steps away from you, spinning around to look at his Godfather nervously. 

“Sirius, is it alright if we have some privacy?” Harry asked, throat bobbing as he tried to process the events of the day. “Just for a bit, I mean.”

The man nods and to your relief, gives you both a look of understanding. “Of course. I’ll be in my room.” With more certainty and elegance than you’ve ever seen displayed by the man, he is quick to dismiss himself, practically floating up the staircase. 

Turning your head aside, you slowly amble back to your spot at the dinner table. Harry trails after you, head inclined to stare at his muddy shoes as he rounds the table to sit across from you. 

“Harry, what did you mean? What does he know?” Your impatience is palpable as your words hang heavy in the air. 

Twisting his fingers, eyes intent on avoiding yours, you are barely able to decipher his words, “It’s Regulus. He knows about his portrait.” 

“What?! How?” You credit yourself for not immediately breaking down into tears or falling into a fit of laughter, but you were very much on the verge of slamming your face onto the wood in front of you to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

Before Harry can respond, you whip your head to look over your shoulder to make sure Sirius was still upstairs. Reaching into your pocket, you pull Regulus’ portrait out, desperately needing something to ground you. 

Harry doesn’t even blink at your movements, instead rubbing at his temples to try and connect his brain to his mouth. Regulus is staring up at you in worry, but you weren’t sure if it was for your sake or for his. 

“He got in my head. After the attack, he was unbelievably happy…and I could feel him worming his way into my mind. And then…he was so, so angry.” Harry shakes his head, and peers up at you with a grimace. 

Bringing Regulus' frame to your chest, you hug the small object tightly before leveling your eyes to look at Harry, “What should we do?” 

“I…I don’t know. But I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.” Harry’s self-flagellation has you shaking your head firmly, lips pressed tightly from stress. 

“No. This isn’t on you, Harry. It was bound to happen eventually. Our goals haven’t changed, and this only serves as encouragement to kill this fucker faster.” Your words are quiet, but venomous – fury poorly veiled as your mind raced. 

Harry releases a shaky breath before readjusting his glasses, “It’s my fault, but thank you for saying that. And…I don’t think we should tell Sirius.” 

Your eyebrows slowly raise up to your hairline at his words, “You’re sure?” 

“If Voldemort is targeting Regulus now, it would be better if Sirius stayed in the dark. He’s already restless enough as is, and telling him would only make him more eager to leave the house.” Harry’s words make sense, but you’re still unconvinced. Pulling Regulus away from your chest, you glance down at the boy in silent question, merely frowning when the boy hesitantly nods in agreement. 

Before you can respond to Harry’s words, Regulus breaks the silence, “Birdie, we should tell him about it.” His words are hushed, and you have half the mind to flush at his words, clearing your throat as Harry shoots you a small teasing glance. 

Ignoring the look from your friend, you lean back in your seat as you get ready to open another can of worms, “Harry, what do you know about Horcruxes?” 

Unfortunately, Harry was not as nonplussed as you expected him to be. In fact, he gave no hint that he was at all familiar with the word. You nearly groaned at the confused look that overtook your friend's face. Harry was not a good actor, and he had no reason to lie to you anyway. 

So, Harry really had no clue about the horcruxes. 

After the boy’s clueless demeanor became all too much for you to handle, you decided to cut your discussion short, opting to instead interrogate the boy on the events of Burrow attack. 

Your Yule Break ended on a bittersweet note, and you were surprised by the hug Sirius hauled you into as you attempted to lug your things through the door. You were still very much worried about Voldemort’s revelation, but he wouldn’t dare to try anything while you were in the safe confines of Hogwarts’ walls. 

It was currently your third day back from break, and you were still trying to shake off the sluggishness of procrastination that clung to your brain. As you bound down the stairs, having been dismissed from Arithmancy, you nearly jump out of your skin as you feel something bump into your elbow. 

Pausing in your step, heart skipping at the scare, you crane your head over your shoulder. 

“Blaise! I almost rolled down the steps.” Your huff of indignation brings a smile to the Italian’s face, before it shatters and falls flat into a grim line. 

Edging around your figure, he begins to walk next to you, “Fancy a talk, Y/N?” 

Shrugging to hide your brimming curiosity, you send a small smile to your friend, “If you insist, B.” Your teasing words have him rolling his eyes. The nickname came easy as it was merely just a reminder of how he signed all of his letters to you with ‘-B’. 

As you both wander through the halls, you don’t miss the incredulous looks being thrown your way. It was to be expected, one of Draco’s closest friends willingly associating themselves with one of Harry’s best friends? Utter madness.

“Everyone is looking at us like we’ve just set Fudge’s bloody knickers on fire.” You breathe, pointedly averting your eyes to stare above everyone’s heads. 

Blaise chuckles at your words and sends a wink towards someone from a younger year, nearly causing them to faceplant, “I wouldn’t expect any less.” 

“Are you sure you’re allowed to be seen so openly with me?” Your voice is low and carries an edge of worry, causing Blaise to quirk his eyebrow. 

Shaking his head, he doesn’t allow his gaze to stray, “It might come as a shock, but everyone with a functioning brain knows that I align myself with my mother.” 

You hum in understanding at his words. Blaise’s mother, the Contessa Zabini, was infamous for her blithing neutrality. Of course, which meant that this war was of no concern to her. 

“I don’t suppose this is just any ordinary chat.” You huff and side eye the boy, “Don’t look so surprised, you were as stiff as a board earlier.” 

Blaise smiles despite the way his gaze hardens at the reminder, “Quick you are on the uptake. But yes, I came to ask you for a favor.” 

“Well, I’m all ears.” You readjust the strap of your bag as Blaise flicks his wand around by his side, muttering a small incantation. It seemed that this favor would be one of the heavier ones, as there would be no other reason as to why Blaise would cast a muffling charm otherwise. 

“It’s about Draco.” 

Tilting your head, but keeping your eyes pointed forwards, you can only hum in confusion. Blaise exhales quietly and straightens up his shoulders, “He’s still being secretive, but after Yule, it’s gotten much worse. He’s spreading himself thin on whatever he’s doing, and he doesn’t seem to be sleeping as of late either.” 

Feeling concern pool in your chest, you frown lightly, “You’re thinking the same thing I’m thinking right?” 

Blaise nods grimly, “I didn’t want to believe it.” 

“Shit. I thought that minors weren’t allowed to take the mark though? Is Voldemort growing that desperate?” Your words are tinged with anger and you wince as you realize that Draco probably wasn’t the only student being drafted into Voldemort’s forces. 

“He must be. I don’t know what’ll happen now, but by the end of this year…well, it must be what Draco is working towards. He seems to be anxious on time. So, I just need you to help me keep an eye on him. And also, maybe have Potter sod off. His stalking is a bit disconcerting.” Blaise’s last words come out with a dry huff that has him crossing his arms, clearly bemused by your friend’s obsession with the Malfoy heir. 

“Completely understandable, and I completely agree. No worries, B, you have my word. I’ll make sure Malfoy doesn’t blow himself up, and I’ll gently guide Harry to worry about more pressing matters.” Your insouciant smile has Blaise mirroring the expression, knocking his shoulder into yours in appreciation. 

“Much appreciated. Ah, and your request for those Norwegian grimoires is in the works. My mother was quite intrigued by your letter, and she hopes to meet you over tea in the future.” Blaise’s words have you straightening up, faltering midstep. You were endlessly grateful for the help, but you wouldn’t know how to properly act in the presence of such polite company. 

Cracking your knuckles, you can feel the headache coming in, “Thank you. Though, I expect a crash course on proper mannerisms before any of that takes place.” 

Blaise waves it off with an easy-going smirk, “Don’t fret, she’ll like you. She’s just always been keen on assessing who I keep in my circle.” 

Conceding at his words, you give him a small farewell by sticking out your fist, only moving past him when he knocks it gently with his own fist. 

You hoped you lived through whatever shit fest Voldemort planned to rain upon Wizarding Britain. You wouldn’t mind having Blaise as a life-long, begrudging friend – even if that meant having to deal with imposing aristocrats. 

Maybe Reggie could give you some advice later. 

No matter what though, you would make sure your friends and Regulus stayed safe through it all. You supposed now you were adding Draco to the list of people you needed to look out for, feeling his fate to be redolent of Regulus’. 

After your chat with Blaise, Harry tracked you down a few hours later while you were in the library and practically herded you to the Room of Requirements. 

Knowing better than to fight the boy, you simply let him. 

As the doors seal away behind you both, you glance around to see that Harry had willed the room to transform into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Interesting choice. 

“What’s up, Harry?” You grunt as you flop into one of the chairs. 

Harry runs his hands along his trousers in nervousness before licking his lips, “Want to rehash that conversation we had during Yule?” 

Raising your eyebrows, it takes you a moment to pinpoint what exactly he meant. “Oh? Sure, if you wish.” Your remark is followed by quick movements as you fish Regulus out of your robe pockets. 

“Great. Well, you know how I’ve been having private lessons with Dumbledore?” You roll your eyes as you prop Reggie against the fruit bowl. 

Leaning back, you keep your gaze on Regulus’ straight face as you answer, “Yes. Still not sure what you’re getting out of it though.” 

Harry waves hesitantly at your unimpressed Slytherin, “Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I just finished my latest lesson and it’s all kind of clicking. Dumbledore wants me to find out what Slughorn knows about horcruxes. Apparently, he’s the one that Tom went to for information during his school days.” 

At this, Regulus sneers, “Slughorn? Does this mean that he’s the one responsible for everything? Responsible for this?” 

You frown at his words, resisting the urge to reach over and poke his portrait to try and quell his incense. Harry slowly nods and cringes as if coming to a realization, “Yes. And I need to try and get Slughorn to tell me about it. Dumbledore said that Slughorn gave him a tampered memory, one where it looked like Slughorn refused Tom’s request.” 

“I would assume he would. Not many would be willing to own up to the fact that they’re somewhat responsible for causing a genocide.” You huff, “And the rise of a Dark Lord mere years after the whole Grindelwald thing.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes, muttering something about ‘damned self-preservation’ as if he weren’t a Slytherin himself. 

Harry seems to grow paler as he realizes that Slughorn would likely swallow his own foot before recounting his life’s greatest mistakes to the one person most damned by it. 

Reaching over to pat his hand, you swivel your gaze to Regulus, “Bear, we should try and figure out the remaining fuzzy gaps in your memory. Maybe it’ll help Harry out.” 

You don’t miss the way Regulus sputters at your words, but you decide to switch your gaze back to your friend just as he opens his mouth to speak, “Right…okay. Good chat. Well, I’ll keep you both updated then. I should get going, Ron has been itching to play Wizard’s Chess with me.” 

An amused smile crawls onto your face at your friend’s awkwardness, realizing that he was likely running off because of your words to Regulus. 

“Pulverize you in chess, you mean?” You snicker at your friend’s defeated expression, waving him off as he hurriedly exits the room. 

Tilting your head back to examine the gloomy ceiling, you ignore the way Regulus’ eyes burn into your temple. 

“Bear?” Regulus’ voice is quiet but impressively pouty, and you have to suppress the laugh  bubbling up in your throat as you see his frown. 

“Yeah, teddy bear. Now, I need your help on proper pureblood mannerisms. Contessa Zabini wants to have tea with me soon and I want to impress her.” Your last words come out muffled as you drape yourself onto the table, exasperated by the prospect. 

Regulus hums, forgetting about the new nickname fiasco, “Impress her to take advantage of her influence, you mean?” You peek over at him and roll your eyes at the proud smile he’s trying to hide. 

“Well, yes. But Blaise is my friend, and I think he’ll appreciate it if his mother didn’t want to smite me.” 

Regulus nods, but the amused glow in his eyes doesn’t disappear, “I suppose I could help. I won’t go easy on you like I did when I was teaching you those Defense Spells though.” 

You groan goodheartedly, wanting to protest that there was nothing even remotely easy about those lessons. Though, you had little to complain about, overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of being taught by Regulus again. 

Merlin. You were a crup puppy. A pathetic, sappy, crup puppy.

Maybe Contessa Zabini had a tome somewhere that could help you cure your lovesickness. 

You stewed over your growing feelings and the slight amorality of them for far longer than you’d be comfortable to admit, nearly banging your head against a pillar after leaving the Room of Requirements. 

Decidedly troubled, you shift your mental energy in a different direction. Unfortunately, focusing on your friends to ignore these feelings proved to be more stressful than you’d bargain for. It was only the next morning and you were sprinting around the castle, first to make sure Ron hadn’t upped and died in the Hospital Wing, and then barreling to the owlery to continue corresponding with Contessa Zabini. 

You were beat. 

To make matters worse, you were still (regrettably) making good on your promise to Blaise, practically keeping Harry on a leash as he wandered around the castle. 

“Harry, I promise, I’ll keep an eye on Draco to make sure he isn’t summoning demons or making blood sacrifices. You have too much on your plate already, and if you’re right about Snape and Draco and all that, I will personally fund your butterbeer addiction for the rest of your life.” You grumbled in a low voice, fingers twitching as you stopped yourself from grabbing ahold of the boy’s robe collar. 

Harry’s jaw clenches before he reluctantly nods, “Alright.” 

Clasping your hands together behind you, you tilt your head to the side as you both stumble into a particular empty alcove, “You’re making another attempt with Slughorn tonight, right?” Your words are casual, but even you could hear the cautionary edge in them. 

“Yeah. I have a plan this time.” His determined words have you retreating from your curiosity, opting to instead trust his judgment, even if Harry was not exactly lauded for his astuteness.

Realizing that you were approaching one of the castle’s atriums, you end the conversation with a quick remark, “If you succeed, I expect to be able to…audit one of these lessons of yours. After all, I’m not exactly clueless about horcurxes.” 

Harry gives you an agreeable nod before he parts from your side and gets lost in the swarm of students in front of you. Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you’re seldom surprised when you glance to your side and meet dark eyes. 

Scanning your surroundings, you slowly edge towards the shadows, subtly nodding your head to one of the exits. Spinning around, you make your way back to where you came from, patiently leaning against the wall as you find the familiar desolate hall. 

“We’ve been seeing each other more and more, B.” Your musing is met with a deadpan as he takes his place on the opposite wall, quickly making sure that no one was around. 

“I’ve discovered what our little dragon is up to.” Blaise’s words are completely flat, but his eyes twinkle like he’s beaten you to the punch at solving a riddle. 

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms, “Don’t make it sound like we’ve adopted him or something.” 

“Oh, right. Hope I’m not stepping on your lover’s toes.” 

You shake your head, smiling a little at his words. It was a good thing Regulus was in your dorm at the moment since you don’t know how you would explain Blaise’s words to him otherwise. 

“So what is he up to? I don’t suppose it would have anything to do with the strange dark artifacts flying around the student population? Didn’t realize Voldemort wanted innocent students to be attacked.” Raising your eyebrows, you see Blaise give you an impressed look. 

Yeah, you could use your brain too. 

“Correct you are. He was acting suspicious when we all saw Katie Bell walking around the dining hall. I practically had to hand-feed him to get his attention. Besides, I’ve seen him making his way to the seventh floor corridor more than once.” Blaise peers up at you from his lashes, giving you a knowing look, “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” 

You hear footsteps approaching and you shoot the Italian a quick glance before moving away from the wall, “Your uncanny ability to know everything is annoying.” You groan at his smile, “Fine. I’ll show you tomorrow.” 

He inclines his head in thanks before kicking off the wall, sticking out his fist in farewell. Bumping his hand, you’re the first to depart, deciding to head off to the library to await Harry’s arrival. 

Hopefully, Slughorn would cave under Harry’s unrelenting persistence. 

You didn’t know if it was your wishful thinking or Harry’s persuasive abilities that led to his success, but you didn’t wait around to ruminate over it as Harry rounded around a bookshelf and paced towards your expectant figure. 

The boy held up a small vial of cloudy wisps, nodding at your anticipatory gaze. You both stayed quiet as you practically jogged to Dumbledore’s office, waiting behind Harry as he supplied the familiar stone gargoyle with a password (again, the name of another popular sweet you’ve seen Dumbledore stock in bulk). 

As you both pad into the round office, Dumbledore shoots you a confused glance before Harry holds up the glass vial for the headmaster to see. 

“Very good, my boy. And how may I be of assistance–” Before Dumbledore can find a way to dismiss you, Harry steps forwards and shakes his head. 

“Y/N knows about the horcruxes, even before I did.” Harry said, gesturing to you in emphasis. 

Dumbledore nods and you see his eyes flicker down to your hand, studying your ring with an all-knowing frown, “Very well. Then we shall proceed.” 

Harry hands the vial to Dumbledore, who quickly uncaps it and summons a pensieve. You barely manage to mask your surprise at the sight of such a valuable object, instead making your way to stand by Harry’s side. Dumbledore merely gives you both an affirming nod before you’re all being pulled into the memory. 

It was disorienting to be so aware, almost like you were shoved into someone else’s dream. The surroundings were marred by a strange film of color, and you almost wanted to throw something to gauge your existence in the memory. 

Directing your attention to the main event of the memory, you have to stop yourself from becoming entranced by the sight of Tom Riddle, who looked so young, innocent – human. 

You feel as though you’re in the foggy haze of Slughorn’s office for hours, and you unintentionally let out a loud gasp as the memory ends and you’re all dragged by into reality. 

“Seven? Seven horcruxes?! He must have only a sliver of his soul left, no?” Your words come out taut, and your throat constricts as Dumbledore gives you a grim nod. It was purely skepticism to consider that Voldemort succeeded with all seven, but he likely had given how stubborn the bastard was. 

How the hell were you meant to track down seven of these artifacts?

Harry and Dumbledore break off into a hushed conversation as you try to stop your hands from shaking. 

You had to find all of these horcruxes, destroy them, and then kill Voldemort – a perfectly conceivable mission. Right. 

You rejoin the two men as they continue their talk, and Dumbledore stops to consider something. Harry glances at you and you merely shrug, matching his frown as the weight of reality starts to sink in for you both. 

Dumbledore inhales sharply before clasping his hands together, gazing at you both intently, “We must journey somewhere tonight, but I am afraid it is very dangerous. However, you are both welcome to accompany me if you wish.” 

Furrowing your brows, you study Dumbledore’s expression, seeing Harry slowly nod in your peripheral vision. Both men turn to you, and you crane your head back in consideration. 

“Would you both wait for me while I fetch something I need?” Your words come out light, and you briefly reconsider the request. Bringing Regulus was more for comfort than anything, but tagging along on a possibly macabre trip would be unsettling for anyone and you don’t know if Regulus would appreciate it. 

Dumbledore nods and gestures for the both of you to go ahead, “Why don’t you both go and get ready, we will convene at the astronomy tower in half an hour.” 

You practically fly away at the dismissal, but Harry lingers back in hesitation. Turning around to check on your friend, you lightly frown as he waves you off. 

The walk back to your dorm goes undisturbed and you barely realize how quickly it goes by, too consumed with anxiety. Regulus remains quiet as you stalk towards your beside, gazing up at you in concern when you hesitate with your words. 

“Will you come with me?” Your whisper is a tad insecure. 

“Always.” 

You smile at his resolute answer, “It’s going to be dangerous.” 

Regulus shakes his head lightly and crosses his arms, “All the more reason for me to be with you.” 

That’s all the assurance you need.

You are the first to reach the astronomy tower, but you don’t have to wait long before Harry and Dumbledore arrive. The three of you were sporting frowns that varied in degrees of uncertainty, yours being the most blatant. 

“Take my arms.” Dumbledore’s words have you snapping out of your thoughts, and you share a confused glance with Harry. 

“But sir, I thought you couldn’t apparate within Hogwarts ground?” You blanch. Dumbledore merely winks at you before he’s offering you and Harry his arms. 

“Well, being me has its privileges.” 

The tug of apparating was viscerally discombobulating, and you regretted not having more practice with it. You and Hermione had signed up for apparition lessons, but the act still had you swaying after every attempt. 

As the three of you land on something rocky, you’re keenly aware of the scent of sea salt wafting around you. Opening your eyes, you gape at the sight of fervid waves crashing all around you. Water sprays by your feet and you inhale deeply as a cool breeze whips past your figures in greeting.

In front of you awaits an inky cave carved into the cliffside. 

You feel a sudden chill, and tense up as something familiar slams into your magic. 

The cave felt like an endless web of distinct magic types, each weaving around and becoming drowned out as another surfaced against your magic. 

Were there wizards in there? 

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https://www.tumblr.com/lexithwrites/757611559135625216/canon-james-would-never-be-with-a-death-eater

Yea and Canon James is dead so F off let people have their fun 

Look I love canon James, he’s a good man and he loved his wife and son, but it doesn’t have to be his only personality trait/version of himself. I love when people explore these characters and see what else they can be it’s so fucking fun, and he can date regulus okay it’s chill lmao hell I ship him with barty too, I’ll ship James with anyone he loves love

[enbysiriusblack]

marauder parents hcs:

mostly for my own continuity fanfic writing reasons

remus- hope and lyall; very in love, they're an adventuring turned sitting on the sofa with a cuppa couple. they both sell things at the village market, and help out neighbouring farms. hope died in early 80s and lyall spends the rest of his life mourning her and his son

james- euphemia and fleamont; literally besotted with each other, best friends turned lovers but it was fleamont crushing heavy on euphemia whilst euphemia was in a highschool romance with minerva. died in each other's arms <3

sirius & regulus- orion and walburga; arranged marriage, knew each other since they were babies (being cousins and all). didn't particularly get on, they just tolerated each other and both had numerous affairs

peter- lydia and cora (mum and dad divorced and his dad legally isn't allowed to see him); lydia was a teen mum to peter and later realised she was a lesbian, got with cora whilst peter was a teenager and cora became his unofficial mum-in-law.

dorcas- bob (mum isn't around/left when she was very young); he's bob the builder /real. is very gay. never came out to dorcas (she knew). sirius was the one who told him dorcas was dead, weeks after it happened. and after it came out in the muggle world of sirius being a huge criminal, bob blamed him for dorcas' death.

lily- jean and lee; both huge workaholics (boring office jobs) and put a lot of academic pressure on petunia and lily. *cough* lee is in love with bob *cough*. lily gets the ginger-ness from lee. they both don't know a lot about their kids life, which they regretted after lily's death.

marlene- catherine and ian; catherine is a huge bitch, we hate her. ian is just there. he's a classic sitcom dad- goes to work, reads the paper, watches tv, occasionally fixes stuff in the house and plays football with his sons. he's much closer to marlene's brothers, since catherine doesn't like marlene doing 'masculine' things. they're both middle class, wannabe perfect and traditional family people.

mary- aymee and ronnie; quite chill. ronnie works at the post office, and aymee sells homemade jewellery. they both get on more with mary than her older goth lesbian sister, sy. aymee went to hogwarts, was in hufflepuff, so is the parent to help mary out with magic related things.

emmeline- mi-sook and yeong-su; yeong-su went to hogwarts so got emmeline to live with her grandparents (in scotland) so she could go there too. as such, she's not that close to her parents. she does gets on with her mum, sending letters to each other every week and spending time together when emmeline visits. but doesn't get on with her dad, him being distant and comparing her to her younger siblings

pandora- tilly and cian; they both worked as apprentices to nicholas flamel after finishing school and met each other there. they're the lovegoods (i'm a 'xenophilius took pandora's last name' truther.) regulus' parents let him be friends with pandora in hopes her parents would get regulus a connection to the flamel's. they both dissaproved of xenophilius but agreed it was better than pandora's previous sapphic poly relationship