#regulus definitely didn’t fuck up the book

[miriammctroi]

I would love to hear about Food tok and Funeral! They sound very intriguing 🤭

the food tok one I'm almost embarrassed about 😅 There's this one dude who did a "baking different dishes to prove baking is easy" series. He was cocky, arrogant, but in a sexy, hot kinda way that reminded me of James? (This was before he tried to make Baumkuchen and I realised that he was really not as good at it as he was thinking) - so I thought of an AU where Regulus and James are set up on a date. Initially they don't like each other, but then Regulus finds out he makes those videos and he is intrigues by "how he's handling the dough with his bare hands" - so they hook up. And James keeps cooking / baking for him, making Regulus a regular on the tiktok channel for a new series called "trying to impress my flatmate's little brother" . He insists he's just the flatmate's little brother while the comment sections want them to be together super badly. 😅

Funeral - it's inspired by the "Don't flirt with him!" "Why would I" - Reg enters the room - "Fucking hell, okay" trope

Sirius attends Walburga's funeral with his friends and James needs to promise him that he won't try to get it on with his little brother.

Regulus left them to join his cousin. Peter and James looked after him.

Peter looked back to James and snorted, “Well, how are you feeling?”

James looked at Sirius, “Sirius, I am so sorry.” “For what?” “I will have to break my promise,” he looked towards Regulus again, “I will have to break it immediately.”

Sirius followed his eyes and then pulled James to him, turning him around so he wouldn’t look at Regulus anymore.

“No. James, you never break promises. You will not start now.” “But he’s so beautiful. You didn’t say he was beautiful.”

Remus chuckled and Peter handed over a few galleons.

“So, what does he like? Flowers? Jewellery?” “Books,” Remus said, “Preferably Murder-Mystery.” “Moony, shut up. James, stop it. You’re not to seduce my brother.”

“But he likes men, right? Of course, otherwise you wouldn’t be so worried. Do you think I’m his type?” “Definitely.” “Remus,” Sirius hissed, Remus and Peter found this entirely too hilarious. “James, I will kill you if you touch him.”

“You can’t kill me, I have a son,” he said and leaned back to catch sight of Regulus behind Sirius.

Sirius put his hand on James’ back and pushed him back into standing straight, “Fathers die all the time.” “Sure, but let me make him Harry’s stepfather first, okay?” he leaned forwards now to look at Regulus again.

Peter snorted, “Oh Merlin, it’s been five minutes and you already planned a wedding for you and him?” “Wedding? I already picked out the headstone for the grave we will share.”

Sirius grabbed James’ head and turned it towards Remus. “I told you this would happen,” Remus said with a grin.

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Regulus being a true crime author who moves to each neighbourhood the crime happened in with his husband James.

Everything’s going well, until one of the killers comes after him and his family because he ‘fucked up’ his story.

[stxrrnightjxr]

So like I actually need moonwaterkiller to be real because idk they’re just it. Like they’re IT

Three people who look like they could single-handedly take down a regime, destroy an army, idk become a dictator if they wanted too

But they’re soooo fucking soft with eachother and it’s almost disgusting how domestic they can be

Like Remus who’s simply just imposing because of his height and looks (even if he isn’t really as mean as people think he is, he still looks a little scary and no one can stop me from thinking that)

Barty who looks like he could rip out someone’s lung or something, and has definitely thought of it before, if he wanted to

And Reg who could probably kill someone with a well-placed glare?

But then you catch them huddled up together on the couch watching some stupid Christmas movie, sharing a bowl of popcorn (Barty’s hogging it) under about seventy blankets?

And they’re all so possessive and protective of eachother too

(Especially Remus near the full moon when in a magic AU, or even in a muggle one he just is.. like those r his boys, no one touches them)

And what if I said tall Remus, mediumish height Barty, and short reg? OR tall Remus, average height Barty, and tall Reg who’s taller than Barty but not taller than Remus? (I haven’t really thought about shorter Barty, but .. 🤨🧐)

And I feel like their dynamics are just a little different with eachother

Barty + Reg have been together the longest- and they’re so attuned to eachother that they could be having a whole conversation across a room with just looks. They’re both a little volatile, and butt heads a lot- (but when Remus came it he sort of balanced them out). They have the propensity and the ability to be really toxic, and sometimes that can come out with eachother- but they love eachother too much to hate eachother. (I feel like if they didn’t love eachother, they’d absolutely loathe eachother and honestly that’s just them)

Remus + Barty are a little different. Barty takes a little while to warm up to being fully vulnerable with people- just because it’s been ingrained in him to be cold and rude to anyone who doesn’t know him. It caused a few rocky parts in the beginning, because Barty absolutely wouldn’t let Remus in to many of his emotional turmoils, and Remus felt like Barty didn’t love him as much. (Of course, he did- it just took him a bit). And Barty is incredibly protective of Reg- another thing that caused a little strife- Barty, most especially when he’s moody and a little horny, doesn’t really like people touching Regulus (who isn’t him,) because like that’s his man? And so when Remus did, Barty was a little sour- but it only really took a bit before Barty was like ‘oh yeah, this guy’s cool.’ (Remus still lets Barty have his ‘Regulus time,’ but Barty’s learning to be a little forgiving.

Regulus + Remus. They’re honestly really vanilla in my mind. Not vanilla like boring, but they’re just really soft- like it’s not uncommon to walk in and just find them cuddled up on a sofa or something, either sharing a book or reading their own- but just being close. Reg’s secretly a big cuddler to me, so when Barty’s busy, is overstimulated (because Barty to me def has some type of touch-aversion at times, and at other times he’s hyper-touchy) or just doesn’t feel like staying still, Regulus’ll go to Remus, who’s always down to lie somewhere comfortable that doesn’t require him to move his bones too much.

I’d like to think it started out with Bartylus, and Reg eventually rekindled his relationship with Sirius (because I can’t live with them hating eachother) and met Remus, and then Barty met Remus, and it all kind of spiralled from there. (Reg’s eyes widened and looked over to Barty to see he was practically already drooling over this guy)

And Remus was so pathetically oblivious that at some point a very frustrated James had to finally pull him aside and tell him, “Merlin, Moony- those two have not stopped giving you ‘fuck-me-eyes’ for months now, at least talk to them before Pads has an aneurysm.”

But then they all got together and yes

[hadesrise]

## in your name !!

summary──── you unexpectedly defend barty from your friends.

pairings──── bartemius “barty” crouch jr. x hufflepuff!male reader

warnings──── sfw content, foul language, sunshine and sunshine protector trope, discrimination, asshole friends, friends to lovers, badassery lol, people are a lot prejudiced in this

author’s note──── i headcanon him as ravenclaw, sorry. also i think hufflepuffs are scary as fuck when they’re mad. I DO NOT HATE LILY OR JAMES AND SIRIUS. please don't misunderstand that 🥲

Unpleasant whispers filled the Great Hall particularly from Gryffindor’s table as everyone watched the little-to-no-good trio take a seat on the Hufflepuff’s table and settle themselves there uncaring of the whispers, Barty sitting down right beside you while Evan and Regulus sat on the opposite side. Despite noticing the unpleasant looks being thrown at your company, you smiled at Barty after seeing how comfortable and relaxed he seemed.

“Hey, B.” You softly greeted, eyes twinkling in admiration and cheerfulness. “Nice to see you lads too, Evan and Regulus.” Greeting politely, Evan and Regulus each sent you a small smile before falling into a calm conversation with one another, which made you wonder why they’re here in the first place, but you figured it’s because Barty’s here.

“How’s your potions class?” Barty questioned, starting off with casual conversation while beginning to eat.

The Marauders watched as you respond to Barty with a kind smile on your face and not an ounce of hatred nor distaste for being surrounded by the three most infamous persons in Hogwarts, aside from Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Black. The softness of your expression didn’t even change. No one understands how a golden boy like you could hang out with people like... them, considering you’re the most kindest, softest, brightest person Hogwarts has ever had. You’re easily approachable and has the heart of gold that is almost impossible to be tainted, treating everyone equally while plastering on that pleasant smile of yours.

You’re practically a walking safe space for everyone. Reliable, trustworthy, loyal, patient, generous, kind, humorous, ambitious, all of them combined is what you are — a perfect person.

Or at least, that’s how others perceive you. Though, it’s not their fault for seeing you like that, you figured.

The way you’ve presented yourself in public is probably why they think of you as this perfect and divine person that is always good and never evil. You’re kind of flattered by them, but it also makes you feel as if expectations are squeezing down your throat hard.

“How the fuck does he tolerate him?” Sirius Black exclaimed in genuine confusion, referring to you engaging in conversations with a guy who clearly meant bad news.

“Language,” Remus Lupin, without looking up from his book, scolded gently. “I’m sure it’s because he has more patience than you. He also doesn’t seem to care what other people say.”

“But it’s not good for him to be hanging out with Barty, don’t you think?” Lily Evans worriedly spoke from beside Remus as Marlene Mckinnon, who sat by her side, nodded in agreement. They knew how nice you were, so seeing you carelessly talk to Barty without hesitation makes them worried, especially when Barty’s practically apart of the Slytherins that are far from pleasant from how much time he spends with them instead of his own house. They knew him, and he definitely cannot be called a good person.

“Er... We don’t know for sure.” Peter shrugs, “I mean, it’s really not for us to decide who he should hang out with.”

“Peter’s right,” Remus immediately agreed, “There’s not much we can do if he’s hanging out with them. It’s not our business, and even though he’s kind, I don’t think he would appreciate anyone butting their heads into his business. After all, he has his own thoughts.”

Even then, Lily was worried while Sirius did not understand. They returned their attention to you and Barty after hearing your laughter erupt in the Great Hall amongst murmurs and talkings of other students, seeing you playfully punching Barty’s arm and him having an overly amused and proud look on his face for making you laugh. You seem to be fairly enjoying yourself in Remus’ and Peter’s perspective, but of course, those who have a childish disdain towards Slytherin and their associates would rather be blind to it than face the reality.

You’re clearly happy with having Barty as a friend and certainly doesn’t mind who he hangs out with; endlessly friendly and nice to his two best friends, even greeting them with a warm smile. As a matter of fact, it made you seem more matured than anyone else, how you never discriminate, judge, accuse or hate anyone based on their house, rumours, or first impressions. You see everyone for who they are, not what people think of them as.

Resting his elbow on the table and chin on his palm, Barty simply admired you as you talk about your day while putting some meals on his plate, making sure none of the meals contained his least favorite food. “Defense against the Dark Arts is such an entertaining lesson, B. It certainly levels up my defensive spells. I’ve been practicing them where no one will get harmed and proudly, I’ve improved a lot.” You told with utter excitement as you finished putting meals on his plate, moving to put some on your plate next. “I could show you later if you want? And perhaps, you can give me feedbacks on what I should work on.”

Barty was almost too busy admiring you, though he was quick to respond. “That’s a brilliant. Maybe we could even duel once you’ve mastered it."

You winced, “Can you not go hard on me? I’m still not confident with my duelling, you know.”

“Oh well, confidence is the key!” Barty says with excitement, genuinely wanting to duel with you. “You should try being full of yourself and think, ‘I can fucking do this’ ‘cause it works. That’s how I got pass that bloody awful Divination class.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, as if it was the worst ever experience of his life.

A giggle erupted from your throat, which made Barty’s lips twitch up to form a smile. It may be unexpected to others, but to you, Barty always smiled and you witnessed every single one of those moments.

“Professor McGonagall will hex you if she hears that,” You joked while still laughing, leaning on him.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder to keep you on his side, grinning. “That’s just an if, you know.” Wiggling his brows, you giggled at his silliness and also wrapped an arm around his waist naturally, gaining a few raised brows and looks from other houses.

Evan and Regulus merely smiled at your interaction before scowling and exchanging eye contact, people’s reactions catching their attention despite being mild. It’s absolutely unpleasant, how they look at you and Barty as if you’re doing something criminal. They look at you with such disapproval that couldn’t help but cause Evan and Regulus to furrow their brows and narrow their eyes — it’s almost unbelievable how everyone loves you when you’re with your own house, Gryffindors, or Ravenclaws, but when you hang out with Slytherins or anyone close to them, you’re suddenly unlikable. As if you were the Public’s property, like you’re supposed to do what they tell you to do. It feels almost as if they want to control who you hang out with.

It’s more than unpleasant, the two Slytherin thought. It’s awful, how everyone seemingly wants you to act the way they expect you to.

Do you even realise the way those people who you consider friends look at you whenever you hang out with Barty? Have you ever looked around to see their eyes screaming disappointment? What would you think once you notice?

Barty seemed to be putting all his trust in you, nearly taking his heart out for you to carry it around; they don’t want their best friend to lose someone who’s literally the safe place and comfort zone. They were worried about Barty, but also worried for you.

Unfortunatelly, worrying made them miss the way you piercingly stared at someone who looked at Barty with disgust when he wasn’t looking, before plastering on an angelic smile to your best friend as soon as the bastard flinched and looked away.

I hope no one attempts to cut my patience off today, you thought with a smile while listening to him talk enthusiastically about the fun time he messed with Lucius’ potion so bad that it exploded on Snape, not knowing you’ll be in for a surprise later on.

“What are you up to later?” Evan questioned as the three of them strolled through the hallway and ignored the obnoxious pranksters with red and gold tie, trying to find a place where peace actually exists and no judgmental look from anyone.

“Studying with (Y/n).” Barty grins, holding up a pile of books. There seems to be little unnoticeable bounces in his steps as excitement bubbles within him.

Regulus gives him a weird look, “Are you pretending to be stupid so you could study with him?”

“What’s the matter with it? It’s not like he’ll know.”

“You are literally a Ravenclaw.”

“Don’t stereotype me, Reg. It’s getting old, you’re old.”

“You’re making it seem as if he’s that stupid enough not to know you’re just pretending.”

An offended gasp was heard.

“No, I am not!”

Evan chuckled at their playful banter.

Despite Regulus seemingly making fun of Barty’s tactics to spend more time with you, Evan knew he was internally happy for their best friend. The heavy expectations from his father has been taking a toll on Barty a lot, which caused some inner doubts to appear that almost always led to mental breakdowns that lasted longer than an hour. He never had been comfortable with anyone besides them and Pandora, and they were truly happy when you accepted Barty warmly without caring about the rumours or how people viewed him. It feels quite relieving to see Barty radiate happiness now.

However, the three of them comes to a halt in the hallway when a voice filled with distaste erupts from the courtyard, asking a particular question to a person no other than you.

“How can you even be with people like them?”

Barty, Evan, and Regulus glanced at one another before walking silently closer and peeking at the courtyard, seeing you sat on the cemented bench while playing Wizard’s Chess with Marlene, surrounded by your friends who were mostly Gryffindors. There’s only one Ravenclaw, the same house as Barty, yet he’s the one who questioned it.

You got distracted to his question as you tilt your head, “What are you talking about?”

The trio quickly ducks when the Marauders come running out of other hallways to the courtyard with loud laughters, definitely disturbing other students, and join you by the bench. Quickly noticing the strange silence, Remus tilted his head. “Why is everyone so quiet?”

“Because Leo asked how he can even spend time with people like them.” Marlene explains shortly with emphasis, which let everyone know exactly who they were talking about.

The werewolf sighs, covering his face and shaking his head. “We’re talking about this again?”

Barty wondered how much had he and his friends been the subject of your conversation, his guts twisting negatively.

“I still am unaware who you’re referring to,” You chimed in with visible confusion, now forgetting about the chess. Silence fills all of them, the Marauders and Lily glancing at each other as Marlene also can’t help but forget the chess, while your other Gryffindor friends look at you as if it’s strange that you still don’t pick up on it.

The Ravenclaw — Leo gives you a look, “Are you dense? I’m talking about Barty Crouch Jr. and his little goons.” He rolled his eyes.

You frowned, “They have a name, if you didn’t know. Regulus Black and Evan Rosier.”

Barty recognised the discomfort and disapproval in your tone, how you seemingly understood quickly that Leo intends to talk ill about them. He didn’t miss the way your shoulders tensed and body language display a defensive gesture, which rarely ever happens. You’re always accepting and welcoming of other people with that big smile plastered on your face; when your body language changes, that just means someone had overstepped your boundaries. No one else seem to realise it.

One of the Gryffindors, Beth, rolls her eyes and gives you a disgusted look. “I don’t know how you can be nice to those Death Eater freaks. Slytherins are literally evil, look at their ancestors!”

“Yeah, they also pick on almost everyone.” Karen agreed, crossing her arms. “I mean, can’t you see how much of a bad influence they are? Barty’s supposed to be hanging out with members from his own house yet here he is, and look how he turned out.”

“I bet his father’s really disappointed and disgusted,” Leo snickered, earning laughter from the two Gryffindor girls.

Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas pulsed their lips into a thin line as Remus and Peter frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the insults and comments that crosses the line, while James and Sirius fell silent since even though they had personal dislike for Slytherin, they wouldn’t go as far as your friends were going. Regulus is also Sirius’ brother, and he doesn’t like hearing anyone talk about his little brother like that.

When Sirius opened his mouth to defend his brother, the words end up being stuck in his throat after witnessing how your warm look morphed into an emotionless, expressionless face that made his blood run cold.

“You are fucking pathetic,” You snarled with a low and cold yet loud tone that had made the entire courtyard fall into utter silence as everyone — including others who were just around — look at you with wide, shocked eyes. Your friends visibly flinched at the piercing harsh glare you shot them, calm storms of rage swarming in your eyes that usually displayed warmness and light. They could easily see the way your jaw clenched, which was definitely a sign that they dug their own graves for strong lightning to strike them until they’re nothing but bones and flesh.

Barty also stops in track, finding himself surprisingly intimidated and a bit afraid. Regulus completely went still as Evan slapped a hand over his mouth in shock. It’s already surprising that a Hufflepuff cursed at someone, but to see you, someone who’s always smiling and accepting and kind and unbelievably patient, someone who’s the Golden Boy and practically a gift from divine beings who seemed as if you didn’t even know what anger meant, so enraged? It is beyond jawdropping.

“What—” Karen speaks, but you interrupt.

“Have you ever realised how obnoxious you all sound when you mind my business rather than your own?” You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “It sounds like pathetic cunts who pretend they’re righteous when all they’ve ever been are prejudiced hypocrites who judge others solely on the houses they’re in. You’re much more horrible than the Death Eater freaks you’re talking about.”

“What the bloody hell is your problem!?” Beth shrieked.

“You and your goons, duh.” You retorted while shooting her a look, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Mistreating Slytherins for what their ancestors did is completely childish and immature, especially when it was out of their control. If their ancestors joined the Death Eaters, then the one to be blamed is not them but the ancestors themselves.” You shifted your cold gaze to Leo and Karen, “Yes, I’ve seen the three of them pick on others and told Bartemius to stop, which he did. James and Sirius pick on Snape and other Slytherins a lot, so why haven’t you barked about that yet? Is this a thing where it’s alright when you or other Gryffindors do it, but suddenly evil and terrible when they do it?”

Karen swallows thickly, trying to hold her head high. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Really?” Your mocking tone implied you believed nothing as you stand up from the bench, leaning closer to her. She avoided eye contact, fearful. “What the fuck did you mean then?”

“Why are you like this?” Leo asked, intimidated. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

You shot him a side-eye, raising your brows. “Think with your brain, Ravenclaw. Why am I like this exactly and are you certain you haven’t done anything wrong?” You plastered on a fake smile, “Honestly, I’m not upset, Leo. I’m enraged. My blood’s boiling within my body. I’m certain you know what enraged means as you’re a clever Ravenclaw, don’t you?”

He bit his lip and looked down in shame.

Barty’s mouth fell agape; what the fuck, he didn’t know you can be so sarcastic like this.

Sighing deeply, you stared at him from head to toe and tilted your head, the corner of your lips twisted up. “Bartemius is clearly wiser and smarter, though.” You shrugged, “At least he knows not to befriend a cunt like you.”

Lily steps closer to stop you, “Hey… I think that’s enough.”

“Not precisely, Evans. And don’t think I don’t know about how you think of Bartemius as well.” You look at her, unimpressed.

“We were just worried about you...” She whispered softly.

“What’s there to be worried of?” You snapped. “You all are treating Bartemius as if he and his friends are cold-blooded murderers. You see someone spending time with people in green, silver tie and your first thought is they’re horrible. The reason they become evil and horrible is because of people like you. Because you can’t and refuse to believe there’s good in them, because you would rather believe they can be anything but good than actually see who they are. You cannot handle being non-judgmental.”

Remus and Peter couldn’t help but smile at the truth in your words. The others still can’t react to your unusual change.

You sneered at your former friends, “And I hope you know you’re fucking pathetic and disgusting.” Utter disdain filled your expression, “Find someone else to cling onto. I’d rather be with Bartemius than you imbeciles.” Barty smiles happily at that as he subconsciously slips out of the shadow and into the courtyard. Regulus and Evan follows, standing a couple of steps behind. The Marauders noticed them immediately, eyes widening.

Ignoring the tears blimming in the Gryffindors’ eyes, you turn around only to face them back again, stepping closer with a death glare. “By the way, Leo. You ever insult Bartemius like that again with that filthy mouth of yours and I’ll fucking hex you.” You threatened before stepping back and waving goodbye with a seemingly friendly smile.

Everyone watch you turn around and jump slightly after bumping into Barty, who instantly beamed with happiness and joy radiating off of him, another thing that flabbergasted everyone.

“Oh Merlin! Hey, B!” You greet with the welcoming look now back on your expression, smiling warmly. “How long have you been standing there? And Regulus and Evan too.”

“Since the beginning, although we were hiding before you defended us.” Barty chuckled, his friends smiling behind him. He was trying to seem casual, but everyone noticed how he failed to hide the smile that’s been threatening to spread fully across his face.

“Don’t mind them, B. They’re just bitter ‘cause you rejected Leo three months ago.” You giggle, feeling better and calm now that Barty’s around, shoulders relaxed and body language displaying peaceful comfortable gesture.

Barty felt his heart swell at the realisation that you truly trusted him and would never change your treatment of him no matter what anyone says, finally having the confirmation that he, in fact, does like you. Who wouldn’t when you’re this amazing? He was already feeling it, but to actually realise it was the right thing to happen? He can’t fucking contain it.

He can’t help but to shake his head with the biggest smile anyone has ever seen him have, “Bloody hell, I really do like you a lot.”

You froze at that.

Barty widened his eyes, about to take back, when you pulled him by his nape with one hand and kissed him gently. Evan whistled as Regulus let out a chuckle and high fived each other. Barely able to kiss you back, disappointment appears in his face after you pulled away too soon.

A smirk spreads across your lips, “You’ll get more later. You’re a good boy, after all.” You lightly tugged the hair on his nape before walking away and winking at Regulus and Evan.

“What— Wait— love, come on!” Barty stutters at the praise, flustered, as he immediately rushes off to follow you. His friends both turn around to follow him with their eyes, amusement written on their faces.

Regulus smirks, “Walk him like a dog.”

Evan instantly bursts into laughter. Well, at least he now has someone who will defend him in his name.

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[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 8!!

July 8th <3

Traditional - @jegulus-microfic - words: 797

First part Previous part

They were sat on their respective sides of the room, James on the left and Regulus on the right. James had a bored look on his face as he mindlessly flicked through his phone, Regulus with his face in a new book.

He flicked the page, the silence in the room suddenly too loud. He sniffed, flicking his eyes away from the book and towards James, who had resorted to attempting to flatten his hair, it wasn’t working.

“What are you doing?” Regulus chuckled.

“Does my hair look flat?” He asked desperately.

“No, it looks like a birds nest.” A groan. “I’m just being honest!”

James put the comb down and gave him a wonky smile. “I know.” He sighed and hung his head off the side of the bed, his hair now sticking straight up, Regulus resisted a laugh at the sight. “Can I ask something?”

“Depends what it is?” Regulus questioned, a quiver in his voice.

“When did you run away?” He got a weary look from Regulus. “I was just always curious why Sirius didn’t take you with him.”

He blinked slowly, it wasn’t an odd question to ask someone like him, yet coming from James it felt different. It was clearly something he’d been thinking about for a while, Regulus wanted to know why he cared so much though, judging as they met a mere few days ago.

Regulus stared at him for a moment, contemplating his next words, before he decided that James was the human embodiment of the sun, and could do no wrong even if he tried.

“I chose to stay.” James gave him an odd look. “Then as soon as I turned 18, I said goodbye to all of my parents traditional views, took the money they put away for me, and ran to Pandoras house.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Regulus snorted. “Now that’s enough of that.”

Letting out a chuckle, James nodded to him, now fishing out his laptop from under his pillow and going to stick a movie on, inviting Regulus over.

He smiled and walked over to the bed, watching as James chewed his lip in concentration as he picked a movie.

-

Don’t ask Regulus why he thought it would be a good idea to tell James to put a horror movie on, but it most definitely was the best idea he’s ever had.

“This one’s not even that scary!” He laughed out.

“Reg it’s two in the morning, and there’s a clown running around killing kids.” James gasped. “What the fuck!”

Regulus let out another snort, covering his mouth with his oversized jumper sleeve and watching as James’ eyes trailed pennywise on the screen.

“How are you laughing right now?” The older boy gave him a pointed look, turning his head to face Regulus, their noses close together and the dull light of the laptop illuminating James’ face.

Regulus coughed. “Don’t be such a wimp.”

Receiving a pout from James, he smirked in return.

Now they sat with nothing but the sound of the movie in the background, the occasional pitter patter of leaves blowing against the window and creak of the bed when either of them moved.

The scene now was quiet, the characters whispering and intense music building up. So Regulus positioned his lips right up against James ear and gave a short. “Boo.”

The James let out the highest pitched squeal known to man, jumping back and proceeding to glare at Regulus.

“That wasn’t funny!”

But Regulus was laughing, head thrown back against the wall, rosy aching cheeks and a lightness to his face that even he knew was rare.

James didn’t speak, Regulus looked over at him, smile still on his face as he raised a mocking eyebrow at the older boy. “You-“ He threw a pillow at Regulus. “Little shit.”

“Aw, but you like me.” Regulus spoke in a mimicking voice, blinking up at James. The brunette didn’t say another word, smiling and shaking his head fondly before looking back to the screen.

Regulus tried to avert his attention to the movie, he really did, but James looked so happy.

Yes, he looked good, jaw dropping gorgeous even. But it wasn’t just that, there was a kind twinkle in his eyes and a quirk to his lips, a genuine smile. Not the one he puts on for people, because he doesn’t have to do that with Regulus. It’s a sweet one, short, small, but sweet none the less.

He’d much rather watch James than the movie, he never realised just purely looking at someone be happy can bring him so much joy, bubbling up inside him and making him want to hold onto the smiling boy and never let go.

Next part

[cassetteinability]

@microcest / @macrocest prompt: “that isn’t mine” / 621 words / tw incest duh

also added to ao3 here

“What is…” Sirius slid his leg back and forth between his sheets again, his foot catching on a stray piece of fabric again. He hooked it over his toes before dragging it up to the opening and transferring it to his hand.

It was a pair of boxer briefs, green with a grey waistband, and definitely not Sirius’.

“Regulus!” Sirius called, not wanting to get out of bed, and knowing his younger brother was still awake in his own bedroom. “Reggie, come here!”

“What?” Regulus asked as he stepped into the doorway, expression and tone equally bored. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, a book in his hand with his index finger squished between the pages to hold his place.

“Why are your underwear in here?” Sirius asked, holding up the offending article of clothing to show Regulus. There was a damp spot at the front, dark and stiffening, as if Regulus’ cock had been leaking at the tip before he finally kicked them off, like maybe… “Did you fuck someone in my bed?”

Sirius willed his heart rate not to spike at the visual, silently begging his own dick not to grow hard at the thought of his brother writhing around in the exact spot he was currently laying in.

A blush crept up Regulus’ cheeks at the accusation, but he shook his head all the same. “No, Sirius,” he said, tone suddenly patronizing. “I didn’t fuck someone in your bed.”

Sirius looked at the underwear in his hand, thought about the way they had so clearly been pushed off under the covers in a fit of rushed desperation, and wondered if Regulus had left them for Sirius to find, or if he had simply forgotten them.

“Did you—” Sirius felt his voice break and paused to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Did you jerk off in my bed, Reggie?”

Regulus let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, looking away from Sirius’ gaze. “Of course not, Sirius.” The words were soft, devoid of emotion, and clearly a lie. Regulus wasn’t trying very hard to hide the truth of what he had done.

“Why in my bed?”

“It smells like you,” Regulus replied, his blush spreading further down his face and across his bare chest, but there had been no hesitation in the words.

Oh fuck.

Sirius clenched his eyes shut and dragged in another deep breath. His heart was racing, even as he felt all of his blood rush to his cock at the insinuation.

“You think about me while you touch yourself?” Sirius asked, opening his eyes to look back up at Regulus. He knew his own pupils would be blown wide, lust-crazed and desperate, but it was Regulus that had started this. It was Regulus’ desperation that had led Sirius to realize the thrumming need under the surface of his skin, and Sirius knew Regulus wouldn’t reject him.

Regulus sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and nodded his head. “I can only come when I’m in your bed.”

Regulus could only finish when he felt close to Sirius, when he was surrounded by his scent and his belongings? What would Regulus’ orgasm be like if he came with Sirius in the bed with him?

“Show me,” Sirius said, tossing the underwear to the side and scooting over to make room for his brother. “I want to see your pretty face when you come on my sheets.”

Regulus’ breath audibly hitched. He tossed his book onto Sirius’ dresser before stepping further into the room, all bashfulness just as forgotten as the page he had been reading.

Regulus grinned, a sultry, sexy thing, before sliding his pajama pants down his legs and kicking them off to the side.

“Make me, Siri.”

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Honey, our boyfriend drowned!

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn!reader

Word:5.1k

Summary: lemme set the scene: Regulus' car crashes into the lake on his drive to work most definitely killing him and then some mystique happens and I get too lazy to write actual plot but I add some sad and cute and JUST FUCKING READ IT ITS FUN AND NICE

Warnings: regulus dies (or does he mwhahaahha), lots.of talk of grief and death and blood and nasty and self hatred you and James are going through it, regulus with a cane and long hair, talks of the war but it's the tiniest mention, Barty has attachment issues, there is some cringe bc believe it or not Im cringey as a person so it just happens, regulus speaks Google translate French, James speaks Google translate Hindi, I had so much fun writing this.one and that's so stupid bc Its literally about death but it was a hoot, brotherly love, peter included SUCK MY DiCK OH MY GOD, oh James takes a picture OH and there's a cordless phone but I was personally thinking of the big clunky ones that sat on the wall you know, insinuations of the cave, Sirius says Jesus Christ in shock you say Gods no in shock yodabba dabba, everyone are friends I watched MLP okay everyone loves each other now, take a shot everytime I say warm, you cry, I quit

While you and James were in school, you started dating a boy named Regulus. He was beautiful and graceful. Your relationship continued outside the bounds of the school walls. Once you and James graduated you got a home and Regulus joined you both a year later when he graduated. Domestic life was wonderful for the three of you. And then Regulus died. 

It was hard to believe. How could your boyfriend disappear right out from under both of your noses? He left for work one day and didn’t come back. It was like the world paused after that. The walls wept with you both. The house seemed smaller and tighter because everywhere you looked were remnants of him. His books were on the shelf with his writing inside. His additions to the grocery list were still on the fridge. His fancy shoes for events sitting by the door. His winter coat is on the rack. You could still smell his cologne. Maybe that was because James would spray it on Regulus' pillow and clutch it to his chest while he slept. Your day together as a couple consisted of sitting on the couch in silence and staring ahead listening to the clock tick. 

His death put a strain on your relationship. You could barely take care of yourselves. How could you love another person when you could barely work up enough energy to cry? So you both floated around the house silently like you were the ones dead. You didn’t talk to James for weeks. 

Everyone around you seemed to take a hit from Regulus’ death. Evans and Barty became reclusive, you hadn’t heard from them in months.

Dorcas started bouncing around her friends’ homes, staying the night on a new person’s couch because she was scared to leave anyone alone. They’d slip from her grasp like Regulus did if she didn’t stay with them.

After a few weeks, Mary and Lily took on the role of caretaker. Bringing people dinners and shoving them into the shower so they’d bathe every once in and while.

Marlene tried to crack jokes with people, she was most definitely the kind of person to joke until her pain went away.

Pandora spent all her days sitting in a rocking chair in front of the window. You checked on her once and asked her how she was. She told you, without looking away from the window, ‘I had a premonition about this four years ago. It’s scarier in real life. I can’t just crawl into his bed and press my fingers to his pulse. I’m living in a nightmare.’ You sighed and patted her shoulder, leaving her with the wisest words you could muster: ‘Me too, Panda. Me too.’ 

Peter is in the nearest Library every day, reading all of Regulus’ favorites. He even came over a few times to borrow some of Regulus’ personal books.

Remus found a French cookbook and started making his way through it one recipe at a time as a way to get up and do something. He said he thought of Regulus with each dish and it made the pain recede like an ocean wave. 

Sirius took it the hardest, for obvious reasons. He laid on his couch all day, staring at the bookshelf next to the TV. Remus said he couldn’t convince Sirius to move to the bed. He’d only to get up to use the bathroom. Remus would have to sit next to the couch on the floor and feed him so he didn’t wither away. Remus eventually realized Sirius was staring at the picture of him and Regulus sitting on the shelf. After a long time, Sirius finally moved from the couch, instead taking his tears to his bed. You didn’t see Sirius for weeks. 

When Regulus’ funeral arrived it was obvious the impact he left. All 12 of you stared at the empty coffin as it settled into the ground. You didn’t even get the peace of knowing his body was resting in the coffin. They never found it. They found his car in the lake with a massive hole the size of his fancy car on the side of the bridge overhead. The police said his body probably drifted down the attached river into the woods. It was likely his body was scavenged by animals. It did nothing to settle your mind. 

Your lover drowned and then was torn apart by wild animals? Great, glad he’s resting peacefully. All of his things were in the car too. The book he was trying to finish during the month of the crash. His bag with his wallet and every other personal item you could think of. He even still had Pandora’s hair clip on the strap. His blood was on the seat and front windshield. Cops said it was impossible for him to have survived, especially with the amount of blood that was lost. He left for work, taking the route he always did, and died in the process. 

It took a long time but you all eventually healed from it. Of course, it still hurt when you were reminded of it but you slowly got back to your average life.

Sirius got off the couch. Dorcas slept in her own bed. Marlene finally cried. Lily and Mary started making food only for themselves. Remus put his cookbook on the shelf, next to the picture. Peter moved out of the libraries, finding new books. Barty and Evan even joined you and James on a double date once. Pandora moved away from the window. You and James stopped being zombies dancing around each other. You finally talked it through and cradled the other through the night, Regulus' pillow was shoved into the closet. 

You asked your friends for help to pack all of Regulus’ things into boxes. It was terribly hard to move on when his presence was still staring you in the eye. You told Sirius he could stay home but he still showed up. He helped you pack up Regulus’ clothes, taking back the band shirts Regulus stole from him. He even used one as a tissue when he cried about it.

With too many people in your house, you were all able to stuff Regulus into three separate boxes. Remus helped James move them into the attic. even though you wanted him hidden away in boxes didn’t mean you wanted to sell his presence away. You hugged everyone goodbye. It was a sour goodbye, the memory of Regulus’ loss fresh on their minds but happy they got to see all their friends again. 

You, along with all the others, had your good and bad days. You’d say an inside joke Regulus came up with and spend the rest of the day crying next to the window. Some days you’d blossom and be like you were years ago. As time went by your bad days became more and more far apart. You and James’ relationship was going strong, you felt like you were in school again. In a positive way. 

After a long brunch with Remus and Sirius full of laughs, you and James went home and relaxed. James left to go take a nap and you started reading by the window facing out towards the road that led to your doorstep. After you got through four chapters, James was rising from his nap and kissing you good morning. Though it was really more of a late afternoon, you didn’t correct him. He left to go make himself a snack, still in his pajamas. You continued reading.

As you heard the timer go off for James’ food you glanced up to see if he was getting it. You saw him through the opening, reaching over for the pot on the oven. You moved to look back at your book, pausing when you saw someone on the sidewalk. You were an avid enjoyer of people-watching. 

It was a man who left your boots feeling shaken. His hair was longer, reaching down to kiss his back between his shoulder blades. He walked with a limp. He was classily dressed. At the top of his cane was a bird skull. He was dressed in all black and had various silver jewelry hanging from his body. His hair was falling into his face as he stared at the ground. You glanced down at the ground to see his shoes, finding they were just as fancy and put together as he was. You looked back up at his hair, trying to see if you could figure out how he maintained it so perfectly.

As you dragged your eyes up, he shook his head back. His hair flew back revealing his scarred face. There was a scar parting his eyebrow and making a trail across his cheek to his ear. You saw one peeking out from the bottom of his jaw and dipping under his high-collared shirt. 

Even with all the changes you recognized him. You sprung out of your chair, flinging your book back towards the coffee table. You heard it clatter to the floor. 

“James! Call Sirius!” You yelled as you scattered towards the front door, knocking over items on your way. 

“What? Why?” James asked from the kitchen opening. You spun your head back towards him. You probably looked like a frazzled crazy person. You felt like a frazzled crazy person. You were either hallucinating or really watching your dead lover walk down the street. 

“Call Sirius, James.” You said, your tone nipping at his hand and making him turn around for the phone hanging in the kitchen. You flung open the front door, ignoring your shoes and the fact the door smacked against the wall.

You weren’t entirely sure Regulus, or at least what you thought was Regulus, wouldn’t run away if he saw you coming. You ran down the concrete steps and your driveway. You ignored the fire the rough ground started on the bottoms of your feet. James stood on front doorstep with the phone pressed to his ear. You caught snippets of his words as you moved to the end of the driveway, staring down the sidewalk. 

“I don’t know.” Your chest heaved as your mind caught up with what you were looking at. “Just said to call you.” You stared at the man in black walking down the center of the sidewalk. “Bein’ weird.” You saw the man stop his walking as you stood in his way. 

“Regulus?” You yelled. The man stood still. You took a step towards him. James had settled silent. “Regulus? Baby, is that you?” You yelled down the sidewalk. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of your neighbor's house, still staring at the ground. Hr pulled his head up, facing you. Even from a far distance, you could recognize him.

Your body started running before your brain could even tell you to. Regulus picked up his pace, a nice brisk walk. You doubted he could go much faster with his apparent hurt leg but you didn’t care. Your undead lover was on your sidewalk. You picked up your pace, letting your lungs burn. Your heart was burning more, the pain from knowing you’d never see Regulus mixing with the hope that he was really walking down your sidewalk. 

“Holy shit.” You heard James say from the first doorstep. “Listen uh, Sirius, I’m going to have to call you back. I think we might be hallucinating right now.” James said. You heard the quiet clatter of the phone on the table next to the front door. You and Regulus stopped with barely two feet between you too. Your chest heaved. You thought your ribs might explode.

Regulus was beautiful even with the scars and obvious dark experiences lingering behind his eyes. You couldn’t imagine what happened in the past year and a half but he was still Regulus after all this time. You felt like you shouldn’t cry because he might feel guilty and leave again. You closed the gap between you two, wrapping your arms around him. Regulus sighed with his chin pulled over your shoulder. You heard his cane drop to the sidewalk, his weight leaning into yours. 

You gripped the onto the back of his shirt, crying into his shoulder. Regulus held onto you just as hard. You felt James’ arms join yours, holding onto Regulus. After a few moments of Regulus finally feeling at home and you and James realizing you did all that crying for nothing, you all pulled back. Regulus wobbled a second, before leaning on his other side. James quickly dipped down and held Regulus’ cane out to him. Regulus thanked him, leaning his weight back on the cane. 

“You’re alive.” You said, sticking your hands your hands out at Regulus. He gave you a one-shouldered shrug. 

“There’s a lot I need to tell you,” Regulus muttered, glancing down at the cane. You shook your head, reaching out for him again. You let your hands cup his face. 

“Oh let me look at you.” You traced the scars on his face. You tugged lightly on the ends of his hair. You let your hands dip down, tracing over the necklaces. You looked down at the metal skull buckle on his belt, grinning at his fancy shoes again. Even after all the changes, he was still in his stupid shoes. 

“You’re so beautiful, my love. I can’t believe you’re alive.” You said, cupping his face again. Regulus hummed and tilted his face into your hand. You pulled back and let James pull Regulus into his arms. James cradled Regulus’ head to his chest just as he used to when Regulus got bad nightmares. Regulus let out a gasping sob, digging his nails into James’ forearm. James closed his eyes and pressed his nose to Regulus’ hair. 

  A few minutes later Regulus was sat at the table with his favorite tea hugged between his hands. You watched him from across the table, tracking his every move. It was weird looking at him. Aside from the fact you thought he was dead, it was a stark change.

You got to watch James slowly change parts of himself over the year. The wrinkles near his eyes got more prominent, he cut his hair, and he got new shoes, etcetera. You went from seeing Regulus with hair shorter than his chin to watching him flick it over his shoulder. You saw him with the clear and pristine skin he took pride in the scarred look he was sporting now. Regulus pursed his lips and blew on the hot tea in his hands before flicking his eyes up to you. You didn’t shy away from the fact you were staring at him. James wandered into the dining room his phone pressed to his ear. 

“No Sirius, I’m being ser-I’m being for real. You need to get over here now, you’re not going to believe this.” James said, leaning on the doorframe and staring at Regulus. Regulus stuck his hand out at James, wiggling his fingers. James raised an eyebrow ‘You sure?’. Regulus shook his hand, ‘yes.’. James handed the phone to Regulus. Regulus pressed the phone to his ear. He cleared his throat. 

“That coffin was uncomfortable, dickhead.” Regulus said before pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging it up. He set it on the table and took a slow sip from his tea. 

“I think you just gave him a heart attack,” James said. You hummed, staring down at the phone. 

“Yeah I’m not sure if that was the best action but it was a very Regulus thing for you to do so at least some things haven’t changed. “ You said, handing the phone off to James. Regulus closed his eyes as he pulled his tea away from his lips. 

Minutes later Sirius was bursting through your door with Remus tailing fast behind him. Sirius peered into each room, making haste to search the house. Regulus set his tea down. Sirius stood in the dining room doorway, frozen in place. Regulus stood from his chair, leaning on his cane and sighing as he did so. He tilted his head to the side, making a small spin to show off his new look. 

“Jesus Christ,” Sirius muttered. 

“that’s who he looks like, I was trying to place it,”  you said, sighing and smacking James’ bicep. Regulus faces Sirius again, holding his arm out. Sirius closed the space, pulling Regulus into a hug. They rocked side to side. You thought of shooing everyone out but you also wanted to watch Sirius’ reaction. Sirius pulled back and smacked Regulus on the crown of his head. Regulus glared at him, obviously, it wasn’t hard. 

“Don’t you ever do that again you dick,” Sirius said, before cupping Regulus’ face. He grimaced and shook his head. 

“You look like me in fourth year,” Sirius whispered, running his hand through the length of Regulus’ hair. Regulus hummed. 

“I thought so too. I missed home, so I grew it out. I plan on trimming it soon though, not really me.” Regulus whispered. Sirius hummed and traced the scar down Regulus’ eyebrow with his thumb. 

“What’d you do?” Sirius asked. 

“I ended a war before it started, the usual break year plans. I almost drowned and fought off some weird gremlin things. It’s a story.” Regulus said, waving off Sirius’ look of concern. “I’m fine now, other than the trauma I hold with water. But I managed to figure it out. I just take showers weird now.” Regulus added, once again downplaying the severity. 

“Well, your funeral was a waste of time,” Sirius said, turning back around to stand next to Remus. Regulus shrugged. 

“Did you guys cry?” You, James, Remus, and Sirius shared looks. You all shrugged. 

“Eh, not really.” 

“I mean what even classifies as crying these days, you know.” 

"So much I got dehydrated"

“After the first couple of days, it was a breeze.” Regulus rolled his eyes and pulled his tea off the table. 

“So did you guys sell all my shit?” He whispered into his cup. You and James quickly shook your heads. 

“Oh gods, no. It’s all in the attic.” You said, pointing at the ceiling above you. James and Remus left for the attic as you and Sirius chased after Regulus. Regulus took his tea from the dining room to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. You and Sirius stared at him as he settled onto the couch. Regulus propped his cane against the side table, taking a sip from his tea. Regulus lifted an eyebrow at the floor. He leaned over and held your book up. 

“Thought I taught you better than to throw books,” Regulus said, setting the book on the coffee table. You crossed your arms over your chest. You scoffed. 

“I was a little more focused on my undead lover walking into my garden.” You said. Regulus shrugged and gently set the book down on the coffee table. Regulus kicked his foot up, resting his ankle on his knee. James and Remus joined you with all three boxes. They were all labeled with a different form of his name, three different handwritings. Evan wrote R.A.B. in his swirly handwriting. Sirius had written Regulus in his pristine handwriting. You scribbled down Reggie on the top with an almost empty Sharpie. It looked like you didn’t care but you couldn’t bear to look at the boxes any more than you had to. 

Regulus leaned forward, tearing open the nearest box. He started rummaging through it and you wished Evan was here. You couldn’t fold things as perfectly as he could. Regulus pulled out his favorite stuffed animal, setting it on the couch next to him. He closed the box, reaching for the next one. He tore it open just as fast. He pulled out his favorite blanket and book. Regulus threw the blanket next to his stuffed animal. He set the book on the coffee table and as you watched him close up the box again, you sucked in a shaky breath. Regulus lifted his head, looking at you. You turned into James’ arms. James tightened his hold. You hated to get James’ shirt dirty but watching Regulue tear through the boxes you were sure you’d never touch again made your throat close up. 

“Sorry did I do something?” You heard Rehgulus’ voice behind you. James’ hand ran up and down your back. You felt SIrius’ hand land on your shoulder. 

“No, we’re just processing, I think. Lots of changes today.” James said, rocking you back and forth. Sirius took on the role of changing the subject so you still had a little bit of dignity. 

“We need to call the others. I mean this is a big change we’ll have to get every-“ Regulus cut off Sirius. 

“Listen, I know okay. I know, but I haven’t felt at home in over a year. I just want to spend today here. Tomorrow I will tell everyone of my resurrection but right now I just want a nap. You and Remus can stay if you want, I really don’t care. As long as I get a nap on the couch, I’m okay. I will gather everyone tomorrow but today is just..” Regulus sighed, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders. “Just for me. Is that okay?” Regulus asked. Sirius stayed silent a moment. He glanced around the living room. He shrugged, looking back at Regulus. 

“Yeah, that’s okay.” Regulus slipped his shoes off, setting them next to his cane, and laid across the couch. You pulled back from James, wiping at your eyes. You headed off for the bedroom, tearing open the closet. You pulled down Regulus’ pillow and brought it back to the living room. Regulus gave you a soft smile and gently took the pillow from your hands. He set it down before quickly sandwiching your hands between his. He was warm, not cold like a dead body. Maybe he was real. Regulus stared up at you. 

“I learned how to cook traditional French dishes,” Remus said, picking at one of the boxes. Regulus hummed. He was on the brink of sleep but still wanted Remus to feel heard. “You should come over for dinner some night.” Regulus nodded against his pillow. Remus left after SIrius and not long after you heard SIrius’ motorcycle fade away. You imagined Remus’ long legs cramped behind Sirius on the back of his bike and snorted. 

“I love you, you know that? Every day I wasn’t here I worried for you. I missed you so much I’d feel sick. I’m sorry I left like that.” Regulus said. Your eyebrows pinched and you sank your teeth into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to not cry again. You nodded. Regulus hummed and pressed your palm to his lips. You sighed and rubbed his cheek lightly. He dropped your hands and laid back on the couch, now with his pillow propped behind his head.

Regulus turned onto his side, clutching his stuffed animal to his chest. He pulled his blanket up to his nose. Sirius stood next to Regulus, brushing hair out of his face and gently rubbing his cheek before roughly smacking him and messing up his hair again. Regulus groaned and swatted his hands away. Sirius pulled back and slipped out the front door. 

“Mon Soleil?” Regulus whispered into his blanket. You glanced at James, watching his water line fill. 

“छोटा राजा?”  James whispered, his voice fragile. You looked back to Regulus. His eyes were still closed. 

When James heard Regulus’ snores next to his ear he slid the bookmark into their place and set it on the coffee table. James leaned his head back, resting it on the couch armrest. You sighed, watching Regulus sleep peacefully. 

“Read to me?” Regulus asked. James nodded and grabbed the book Regulus pulled from the box off the coffee table. James sat on the floor next to where Regulus head was on the couch. He opened the book to the page they left off last time, and you felt like James might cry. He started reading and as he went on you started to wish Regulus had given you a task too. You were just standing there watching them. You quietly joined James on the floor. You sat a foot and a half away from James. He paused his sentence for a second to look up at you and give you a soft smile. You returned it and slipped a hand under Regulus’ blanket. It probably smelled like the attic but Regulus didn’t seem to care, snoozing away. You rested your hand on his hip, lightly rubbing it before getting your hand to sit. You wished to hold his hand but one was clutching his stuffed animal and the other was pressing his blanket to his face. 

“I don’t think we’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” You whispered, not wanting to wake up Regulus. James turned his head to face you. He reached over and held onto your other hand, kissing the back. He nodded and looked over towards the wall. 

“I feel like we shouldn’t go to sleep because when we wake up, the boxes will be back in the attic. Sirius will be back on the couch and we’ll be sitting on the bed sobbing together.”James whispered. You humed. You slipped your thumb under the edge of Regulus’ shirt, pressing your finger into his warm skin. 

“He won’t be warm anymore.” You muttered, eyes still caught on Regulus. James’ thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. You wondered if he was testing to see if you were warm still. 

“We’ll visit his grave on Wednesday together and wonder if those wild animals were well fed. If it was all worth it. Stare down at the dirt and know six feet under is an empty wooden box with nothing but a copy of Regulus’ favorite poetry book inside.” James’ voice wobbled and you gripped his hand tighter. 

“I thought every day that I would wake up and it’d all be a nightmare. I was just dreaming. All those crime shows got to me and my brain inserted me into an episode while I was sleeping. Every morning I’d wake up to find out we were still planning his funeral. I thought I was dead for a while. Thought this was my punishment for not recycling enough or something.” You said, pressing your thumb further into Regulus’ skin. Not to hurt him, but you needed to feel his pulse. 

“I can’t go back there,” James whispered. 

“Then maybe we go to sleep tonight. Maybe we’ll wake up and he’ll be in bed with us.” You said giving the side of James' face a sour smile. 

“Then we start again. We heal again.” James gave you a sad look and stared ahead again. You decided to lighten the mood a little. “And we had a freaky joint dream.” James snorted. He sniffed and stared down at his lap. He kissed the back of your hand again. You focused on Regulus’ skin under your finger. Still warm. 

“And if we wake up to find ourselves right back where we started? What then?” James asked, turning his head to face you. You paused for a moment and let his words stir in your head. You thought about getting thrown right back into that dark and messy place.

You didn’t take showers unless Mary forced you and you hated yourself for everything you did. Why didn’t you stop Regulus and tell him to stay home that day? Why didn’t you drive him to work yourself? Why didn’t you deviate from your routine, anything to save Regulus’ life? And when you got over what ifs that could’ve stopped this all from happening, then you hated yourself for not helping James more. Why couldn’t you take care of him? His parents called every day and he could barely pull himself out of bed to answer the phone. You couldn’t look away from the floor to pick the phone up. You picked apart yourself with sharp nails and then let your pieces rot into something awful that barely resembled yourself anymore. All in the name of grief. 

“So sorry to break up such a sweet moment, however I am trying to sleep. So if you two could shut up: that’d be preferable. “ You heard Regulus say. James turned his head back, glancing at Regulus. He looked back at you. 

“Seems pretty real to me.” You whispered. 

Regulus stayed true to his word, calling every one of your friends to your home. When he joined them in the living room there were screams and cries and most definitely noise complaints from the neighbors. Barty fell to his knees, taking Regulus down with him, and sobbed into his hair. He was an ugly crier too, saliva connecting his two lips when he opened his mouth in a silent cry.

Dorcas and Evan were quick to join them on the floor, wrapping Regulus up in a sea of arms. Probably the first body of water he felt comfortable in a while.

Eventually, Regulus made it to his feet, giving everyone their own hug. Peter told him he had books he found that Regulus would enjoy. Mary smacked him on the back of the head and told him to brighten the fuck up before dragging him into a tight hug. Lily told him she had a new bread recipe she’d been meaning to try. Marlene cracked a stupid joke through her tears and lightly punched Regulus in the arm. Regulus made it to Pandora and she pulled him to her chest, squeezing him as tight as she could. 

“I didn’t see this.” She whispered in his hair. Regulus gripped her back just as tight.

You all had a warm dinner made by Remus and Lily. Regulus and Sirius share a nostalgic look after the first bite. You didn’t have a big enough table so you all crowded into the living room, gathering around the rug. Regulus earned a spot on the couch. Barty was at his feet, arms wrapped around Regulus’ leg.

James shot up halfway through dinner, dashing across the house. He came back with his camera. He took one shot of everyone in the living room before turning the camera around and squeezing himself into frame too. He labeled them both ‘Regulus’ first family dinner back’ on the backs. He added the date and set the camera and photos on the kitchen counter deciding to deal with them later.

On his way back into the living room, he kissed you before pecking Regulus on the cheek. As he settled back into his seat on the floor, the group broke into ruckus laughter from a joke Sirius made. Sirius beamed and your and James’ eyes shot for Regulus. You found him snorting out his tea through his nose. His pain, disgust, and laughter all conjoined and you knew when you woke up tomorrow, he’d once again be in your bed. Warm. 

[neonlight2]

Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

[h0esbetrippin]

Jegulus One-Shot

W/ background Wolfstar

Cw: head injury, blood, references to child abuse, heart monitor, fainting, infirmary, anxiety, (this gets super cute & fluffy w a happy ending dw!!!)

The steady beeping of the heart monitor, currently hooked up to an unconscious Regulus, was doing absolutely nothing for James’ anxiety.

He doesn’t know what exactly happened to him- well, he knows he kind of just… blacked out, based off of what a frantic Barty was yelling while absolutely tearing through the Gryffindor common room and up the boys dormitory’s for Sirius and James.

He doesn’t even remember what he was yelling, all he heard was “Regulus” “fainted” “hurt” “don’t know” and “help” and James and Sirius, always in perfect sync, ripped through that castle so goddamn fast James wouldn’t be surprised if they bent time itself. Because let’s be honest if anyone could do it, it’d be them.

Now, after nearly ripping the thick, wooden, infirmary doors right off their hinges (somehow), they sit in the two chairs next to the bed Regulus is laying in that Poppy had pre-prepared before their chaotic arrival.

Honestly James had nearly forgotten about Barty until he ran in a few minutes ago with Pandora, Dorcas, and Evan. James distantly thinks that once Barty got James and Sirius on the way first he doubled back to grab the rest. He refrains from tackling him with a hug once he realizes this- that he knew to get to them first just incase they knew something they didn’t. Barty knows he’s close with Regulus, but he knows Regulus opens more to James and that sometimes Sirius knows his little brother better than he knows own self. Barty’s a dumbass, but he’s a damn smart one.

Sirius has been quiet, a faraway -almost cloudy- look in his usually bright eyes. Regulus gets that look too, James knows. It’s when they get lost in their head, revisiting the sickening horrors House of Black gave them.

James doesn’t ask Sirius, he knows Sirius will say when he’s ready and that definitely won’t be around other people that isn’t only James himself or Moony.

Since Sirius isn’t actively losing his shit, that tells James Regulus will be fine, at least physically.

After an hour passes, Moony comes in with a quiet “hey,”. With just a glance at Sirius he steps right next to him, smoothing a hand down the back of his head and back. Sirius doesn’t answer, continuing to look at his brother with the same look in his eyes. Remus must’ve intuitively sensed this because he leans down a little to look at his eyes, and knowing the look too well, he looks up to James.

It clicks, then. With all the anxiety and swirl of thoughts so loud and fast he doesn’t even know what he was thinking he realizes, just from one look from moony, he does know what must’ve happened.

“Fainted-” “-don’t know-” Barty had said

Because he’s seen it before.

With Sirius.

It started to happen right before Sirius ran away-

He’d showed up on James front step at 3:28 am, James’ll never forget it.

He’d read in books of a characters “blood running cold” or “blood turning into ice” and he thought he understood what that meant, until he realized he didn’t, because then, right then, in that moment, he understood.

James thought he died in that second. Maybe a piece of him did. Because despite all of this happening in a split second, he knows a piece of Sirius did too.

Blood was coming out of places he didn’t even know blood could come out of yet, he was bleeding out of his fucking tear ducts. Not to mention his ears. And mouth. And nose. And the slashes all over his body. He fainted once he registered he was with James- just collapsed into him.

Effie had said his head had trauma from the extensive use of “crucio”, and would likely experience fainting spells for a while.

And he did for months, even now he does- every now and then.

So- Regulus. Fainting. Randomly. No visible wounds.

Oh, Regulus. His “baby”. He feels his heart crack right into a million pieces.

He had told James they don’t touch him, that he knows how to play their game better than themselves. Sirius said this too. And obviously, James has seen him without clothes on, he never had any injuries like Sirius use to get after breaks.

Not anymore, it seems. Something must’ve happened. Maybe someone ratted their relationship out? Millions of possibilities run through James’ mind but he cuts them off.

For now, he’s okay. Thats priority. Getting himself worked up won’t help Regulus.

And no matter what James isn’t allowing him to go back there. Ever. He knows nobody in this room is-

“Reggie?!” Sirius whisper yells, shooting up from his chair and holding his face gently in his hands.

Regulus slowly blinks awake, face soft- usually only a face James sees- instead of his usual scowl.

“Sir’us?” he slurs in a whisper tilting more into his big brothers palm to slowly blink up at him.

“Hi, yeah I’m here”

Regulus nods.

“ ‘s ‘ames?” He whispers, everyone is dead silent so they can hear him and also because everyone who isn’t Sirius or James has never seen him so vulnerable. It’s a little funny, James thinks. They’re drinking it in.

“I’m here, reg” James whispers back, also getting up, to run a hand through his black curls.

Regulus slowly turns his head- still in Sirius’ hands- to the other side to now blink at James. Probably trying to see him properly.

“Oh,” he breathes out, as the heart monitor which was previously beeping rhythmically, immediately speeds up.

Everyone collectively sucks in a breath to not burst out laughing- which Regulus is oblivious to as he tilts his head up and over to look at the heat monitor.

“ ‘s that?” He whispers to Sirius

“It’s your heart monitor, Reggie. It’s your heartbeat” he says tightly, trying to contain the giggles that slip out of his as he says it.

It takes a minute for Regulus to process what Sirius said and what it means, flicking his eyes to James who’s desperately fighting a smile, but once he does-

“ ‘s wrong.” He grumbles out, snatching his wand from the bedside table to blast it, surprisingly quickly for someone who just woke up from fainting.

“Reg!” Sirius laughs out which just makes everyone burst out laughing. Because of course Regulus would do that even in his current state.

While everyone laughs James pressed his forehead to Reggie’s temple, still giggling. “Hi, baby” he whispers into his ear just for him to hear, because James knows even if Regulus denies it, he loves it, if the pretty blush that spreads across his cheeks and nose and the way he gets all soft and shy is anything to go by every time James says it.

As James presses a quick soft kiss to his temple as he pulls away, and as regulus tries, but fails, to glare at him with the blush James loves so much and the smile tugging at his lips, while their friends all are laughing around them oblivious to the little moment they just had, he knows they’ll all be okay no matter what.

[fictionalsimp09]

Snowball Fight

Jegumas Day 5 - @noblehouseofgay - 559 words

It should be illegal to have a Care of Magical Creatures lesson outside in the snow. Regulus buries his chin deeper into his scarf as he trudges back up to the castle, his steps quickening as he sees the glow of lights and the promise of warmth.

But it’s just his luck that he stumbles into a rather aggressive snowball fight. The one time he’s not paying so much attention to his environment it would be considered concerning, he is hit in the back of the head with a ball of snow, some falling between his clothes, causing him to jolt and shriek in surprise. An all-too familiar laugh sounds behind him and he has his wand out in an instant, flicking his wrist and sending five snowballs launching at his brother.

“Oh, you’re on!” Sirius bellows when he is hit by three balls, having dodged two of them.

Regulus would never be caught dead partaking in something as childish as a snowball fight. Except when it is against his brother. Unfortunately, his friends are a package deal. Somehow, it ends up being him, Remus and Peter against Sirius and Potter.

Half an hour later, his cheeks hurt from smiling so much and he’s panting like he just finished a set of intense Quidditch drills. But he’s been moving around so much that he no longer feels the cold. Or maybe he’s gotten frostbite. Yeah, it’s definitely time to go inside now. Have a long, hot bath then read a book by the fireplace with a nice cup of tea before dinner.

He says goodbye to his brother and as he turns away, he is once again hit in the back of the head.

“Sirius, I swear to Merlin-” But as he turns around, it’s Potter who is running up to him, Sirius preoccupied with hiding from Remus and Peter. “What was that for, Potter?”

“I wanted your attention,” he admits almost sheepishly. Could he be nervous? No, James Potter doesn’t get nervous.

“You could have just called my name.”

“And have you ignore me like always?” He runs a hand through his hair. “You know you should smile more.”

“Goodbye.”

“No, wait!” Potter says when he starts walking away. “What I’m trying to say is you look beautiful when you smile. Well, you look beautiful all the time, like a literal angel, but you have a dimple, did you know that? On your left cheek. It’s adorable, and you should smile more because then I can see it.”

For the first time in his life, Regulus is rendered utterly speechless. Potter thinks he’s beautiful? Was that his way of flirting? Is that why he was so nervous?

James takes his silence the wrong way. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve made things awkward now-”

“James,” Regulus interrupts his spiralling. “You haven’t made things awkward.”

“I- you called me James,” he grins.

Fuck. He did, didn’t he? Well, there’s no point denying it now. Or keeping his feelings secret anymore, not when there’s a chance they’re reciprocated.

“I’m cold and tired, so I’m going inside now,” Regulus states, but before he leaves, he stands on his tiptoes to place a brief kiss to James’ cheek, revelling at his flush as he pulls away.

He smiles to himself as Sirius yells behind him, “About bloody time!”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Violin

@jegulus-microfic February 10 Word count 733

Previous part First part

It took Moody two days to return to the safe house. During that time, James and Sirius had bought a few things down to the cellar to make Regulus more comfortable. An actual bed, for one thing, and a way to wash himself. Remus sacrificed a small collection of his books, and Sirius went out and bought more cassette tapes for the Walkman. 

He knew he shouldn’t get comfortable, but having James around made it difficult not to be. The feelings he had for James had never gone away, but he hadn’t realised how strong they still were.

With no one to tell him no, James had spent the entirety of the last two days down in the cellar with Regulus. 

It was awkward, but they got on with it. Regulus spent most of the time trying to ignore him. He didn’t want to stoke the embers of his hopes. He listened to Sirius’s music instead. Enjoying the ethereal beauty of the violin that played on one of the classical music tapes that Sirius had mixed in amongst the multiple Bowie and T.Rex cassettes. Regulus played them all, making note of his favourites, but he definitely preferred the classical ones. So much emotion bled from each note. But they couldn’t stop his nightmares.   

He’d had one the previous night and woken screaming. James, who’d been sleeping on one of the chairs, was startled awake at the noise. Then he came over to where Regulus was still panicking over the images dancing behind his eyes, scooped him up and sat with him cradled in his lap. Regulus snuggled into him, feeling the warm safety of James. His sniffles eventually subsided, but he still clung to James. It had been so long since someone had held him with kindness. It had probably been James himself at Hogwarts before he’d taken the mark.

James yawned an almighty yawn and shuffled uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. 

“Sorry,” Regulus whispered. 

“It’s okay. Ready to get back into bed?” Regulus nodded, and James gently transferred Regulus from his arms to the mattress. He straightened up to go back to his chair. 

“James?”

“Yeah, Reg.”

“Could you lie next to me?” He felt so ridiculous asking. They’d spent countless nights in a bed together, but now. Now, it was different. James rubbed the back of his neck, and Regulus knew he was going to say no. “Please, James. Just—please.” He let whatever masks may have been protecting him slip away and let the raw sadness overwhelm his features. He saw the second James gave in. He must have looked truly pathetic. 

“Budge up then.” James sighed. Regulus moved as far over as the small bed allowed, and James slotted himself between the sheets. Regulus kept his back to him, not wanting to push it. He was just glad that James was close. He heard James whisper to himself. 

“Fuck it.” And then James had his arms wrapped around him and pulled him in close to spoon him. Regulus melted. 

***

Far too soon, Mad-Eye Moody was barking at them to wake up. 

“Potter, out!” James didn’t argue with him. He gave Regulus a quick squeeze and left. Regulus could hear every step he took and followed them with his eyes up the wall. He didn’t even try to hide it. What was the point?

“You’ve got a visitor,” Moody said almost pleasantly. That got Regulus’s attention. A smile was playing at the corner of Moody’s mouth. The door at the top of the stairs opened again. Regulus barely had time to sit up before Albus Dumbledore swept into the room. His plum-coloured robes billowing behind him.

“Mr Black,” He announced. His periwinkle eyes taking everything in, missing nothing. “Alastor has relayed to me your displeasure about your move to Azkaban.” His gentle voice made it sound as though Azkaban had been Regulus’s idea. “I believe Mr Potter and the other Mr Black share this displeasure.”

“And Lupin,” Mad-Eye grunted from the corner he’d gone to lean in. His magical eye spun to look through the top of his head and into the kitchen above. 

“And Mr Lupin too. That is interesting.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. He waited silently, his eyes never leaving Regulus’s face. 

“Yes.” Regulus agreed when he realised that Dumbledore was waiting for a response.

“In that case, Mr Black. I have a proposition for you.”    

Next part

[lilyofthevalleyys]

Classroom (Microfic)

Main ship: Rosekiller

Minor ship: Dorlene

Words: 988

Summary: Evan notices a boy across the classroom

TW: Cursing

Evan pulled frustratedly at the sleeve of his sweater. Fuck Math. It was as if the professor was speaking in another language. Giving up, he flipped his notebook open to a new page. He’ll ask Pandora to explain it later. He drew a small bunny, for Pandora. Then a little fennec fox for himself. Marlene refused to claim an animal for herself, so Evan just drew a quick sketch of Marlene. It didn’t turn out that bad, but Marlene would definitely shit herself laughing. Flicking his notebook to a new page, Evan checked the time. Ten minutes left. Drumming his fingers on the table, he eventually decided to just rest for the last ten minutes. Laying his head on his arms, which were folded on the table, he turned to the right.

Almost instantly, he noticed a boy at the other side of the classroom, head on the table as well. Dark hair and vivid green eyes, rings on his hand. Evan stared at him, star struck, eyes tracing along his features.

Right then, their eyes met. The boy seemed surprised, but Evan couldn’t find it in himself to turn away. Unable to control himself, he smiled slightly. The boy’s lips parted, dragging Evan’s gaze down to them. A hand shot up, hitting the boy’s shoulder. The boy winced, and god forbid, he actually started pouting, sitting up to face the boy next to him.

A quiet chuckle slipped out, which of course drew Pandora’s attention immediately. “What’s so funny?” She asked. Evan shrugged, lifting his head to face Pandora properly. “Something’s up, Ev.”

“It’s nothing,” Evan insisted. Pandora hummed non-committedly, her eyes seeming to catch on something. A smug smile lit up her features. She hummed again, this time with an obvious meaning to it. “Shut up. Who is he anyway? Just curious.

“Sure, just curious. I’m not sure, but next to your little crush is Regulus Black, and the girl with braids in front of them is Dorcas Meadowes. Marlene seems to have an eye for her actually,” Pandora said. Evan looked at Meadowes. Yeah, seems like the one that caught Marlene’s eye during lunch. Then the first few words registered.

“Not a crush, Dora,” Evan mumbled back. Pandora hummed for the third time, staring pointedly at him. “It’s not!” He glanced towards them. The boy was already looking back at him. A small smile tugged at Evan’s lips, as he blushed lightly.

A loud, sudden thump from the front. The professor had dropped his book on the teacher’s table. “Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Junior! Be quiet and listen up, because this is important for your exams…”

Pandora burst into a fit of giggles. “Barty? You fell for a guy with the name Barty?” She asked, sounding extremely amused. Evan sighed, shaking his head lightly. Turning once again, he watched the boy laugh at something Dorcas said. Evan could hear the light peal of laughter, and it was a beautiful melody. Heavens help him, maybe love at first sight really existed, as he’s fallen for a boy named Barty Crouch Jr.

[theicarusconstellation]

When did u first start shipping jegulus?

Jegulus headcanon that changed your brain chemistry?

Jegulus fic that changed your brain chemistry?

One thing that absolutely makes you wild about jegulus, like, you think about it and the next thing you know, you're howling at the moon like a lil feral child?

One thing that people MUST know about jegulus?

OOOO GREAT QUESTIONS

when did i first ship jegulus? — the thing is, regulus has always been a favorite of mine. when i was a little kid and read kreacher’s tale, i went 😟🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 and latched onto him like a fucking leech. i was a literal child with zero internet access (yet), so i had no concept of fandom or anything, but i would go around yapping to people that my favorite characters were harry, luna, and regulus black. first started shipping jegulus the moment i heard about it tbh! it’s weird bc i never really shipped jily in the formal sense of the word?? i first read the books around age seven-eight, so i didn’t even know it was possible to “ship” characters with other people, but by the time i was old enough to care, i wasn’t compelled by the ship at all, so i had no interest in it. then, i found ff.net around age ten, and the very first fic i read (after a harry/daphne fic that still holds a special place in my heart) was a lilycissa fic. immediately hooked. instantly swooning. so much more interesting TO ME. i think i stumbled upon a jegulus fic a while later and fell in love.

jegulus headcanon that changed my brain chemistry — anything involving james helping regulus through a panic attack, sensory overload, or autistic “meltdown” (i hate the connotations around the word “meltdown,” but for lack of a better word…🤷🏻‍♀️). and regulus “cold-hearted sarcastic bitch” black’s façade slowly melting as he learns to accept the help and he shows that he really is just a softie lmao.

jegulus fic that changed my brain chemistry — cannot pick one, but inertia by @ninety-two-bees, whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by @georigas.k. (not on tumblr), and paint it black by @imdamagecontrol are definitely some that altered what’s going on up in here. also not to sound vain but i really do love my own fics😭especially atib.

one thing that makes me wild about jegulus — THEIR LOVE THROUGH PHYSICAL TOUCH!! touch-sensitive regulus learning not to fear touch and to feel comforted by it through james!! him latching onto james as His Person the one person who can touch him and craving james’ arms just to cuddle and feel comforted and safe!! james absentmindedly twirling one of regulus’ curls around his finger during a conversation!! they’re always all tangled up in one another, almost inseparable.

one thing that people MUST know about jegulus — hm…i guess that no matter if it takes minutes or centuries or even crossing dimensions, i believe they will always find one another <333 and you can find them in the smallest things. i find them in the way my cat watches the neighborhood stag cross my yard. i find them when it rains at sunset. i find them when the sun and regulus “meet.” they’re just stubborn lovers who cannot be apart.

[iwriteasfotini]

October Full Moony Excerpt

In celebration of the full moon tonight, here is a subtextual Wolfstar moment from The Heart of the Lion, Chapter XXII - The Bond. This is actually a Jegulus scene, but the subtextual Wolfstar is definitely there. Short(ish) and VERY sweet. 

Without giving too much away, James sneaks Regulus up to his dorm for spring break when all the other boys leave (hard to explain how it comes to pass but totally works in context of the story), James is in year four, Regulus in year three. Wolfstar is still in the mutual pinning phase (those two are the most loveable idiots). 

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“Bathroom's just there,” James pointed, having closed the bedroom door. Paranoid Regulus already had it locked and silenced. “And this is my bed.” He needn’t have pointed it out, as James had plastered about fifteen quidditch posters on the wall behind his bed. Then he continued, pointing, “Remus, Peter, and that one is obviously Sirius’.”

At first Regulus didn’t see what was so obvious about it, but then he spied an absolute horde of objects shoved under the bed. Most of the drawers to the dresser wouldn’t close properly as they had various clothing items hanging half out of them. And it looked like Sirius had pulled his covers up over a sleeping person, his bed was so lumpy. 

Regulus strode over to his brother’s bed and ripped his covers back displaying a hodgepodge of items from clothing to books to sweet wrappers to a case of butterbeer. 

“He sleeps in his bed like this?” Regulus asked, turning bemused to James. 

“Er, Sirius doesn’t sleep there.” James was looking very shifty. 

“Then where does he sleep? Curled up on the floor? He isn’t an animal.”

“No, he, er, he sleeps with Remus.”

Oh. Oh, oh, oh. So many things clicked into place in Regulus’ mind all at once. It was rather overwhelming. 

“Shite, I didn’t realize, bringing you here… Fuck.”

Regulus walked over to James and threaded his arms around James’ lower back. 

“I’m not going to say anything James. It’s his business. So are they together?”

“Do. Not. Get. Me. Started.” 

Regulus shrugged, he wasn’t overly concerned with Sirius’ love life. And actually, knowing Sirius had someone to sleep with made him feel rather good, and also very, very jealous. Merlin, why did it seem like Sirius had everything he couldn’t? 

But he doesn’t have James, a small voice in his mind reminded him. No, James was Regulus’. 

“So what do you want to do?” asked Regulus.

“Everything!”

Regulus pulled out his trunk and his broomstick, returning them to their proper size. Then he and James sat down in front of the fire to play wizard chess, then gobstones, then multiple card games with an exploding snap deck. They played games for hours, right through lunch at which time James produced sandwiches, crisps and some pieces of fruit. And finally Regulus got to hear about James and Sirius’ winter excursion to India. They had ridden on an elephant at a muggle animal attraction. Actually it sounded like most of the touristy things they had done were rather muggle.

But they had visited each of James’ relatives’ homes, seven different estates in all. Apparently his family had quite a bit of money as each of these estates boasted several dwellings, usually multiple families lived together and they each had a multi bedroom guest house. 

One of his uncle’s had a full quidditch pitch on his property. Another had a magically enlarged aquarium to swim in complete with two hundred species of fish and a half-acre of coral reef. 

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The end for now… Find out more about this series in my pinned post.

[seriouslysam8]

Omg I’m so glad you recognize that Harry and Neville could not have been godbrothers because Alice wasn’t the same age as Lily. I’m sure they got to know each other through the order but that’s it. I can’t stand fics where Sirius becomes buddy buddy the Malfoy’s or adopts Draco and raises Harry and him together. Sirius didn’t give a fuck about Draco and would never adopt him because all he cared about was Harry. I was always under the impression the reason Harry was almost sorted into Slytherin was because of the Horcrux and the hat detected something was off, but had a hard time figuring it out. I think if Harry was raised by Sirius he would have either been Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, because despite what majority of people think I think Harry was clever af and if he could get those grades while half assing it and having horrible headaches, well imagine what he could do when he knew there was someone who wanted him to do well and found a cure for his headaches because he had parents write to. I think the best fit for him is Gryffindor but Ravenclaw is my second best fit for him.

I wish we would know who Lily’s friends are canonically. We know only Mary was their age (a year younger), but no other females. Alice was definitely older given her job. I think Dorcas was older as well since Voldemort killed her personally. Honestly, Marlene may have been their time but I don’t think she was friends with Lily because of the letter to Sirius seemed way too detached.

Even though I don’t think any of them were Lily’s friends in canon (save for Mary), I like having familiar names when I write. It’s better than coming up with completely new OCs, even though they kind of are OCs. That’s why I wrote Backstabber, to explain why Dorcas was murdered personally by Voldemort and why the McKinnons were targeted.

As for Draco and Sirius, I don’t see them ever being close. At most, I think Sirius may see Regulus in Draco but there wouldn’t be a close relationship between them at all. Harry and Draco being raised together is laughable to me.

If Jily raised Harry, I like him as a Hufflepuff. As for Blackinnon raising Harry, I do like him as a Gryffindor. I thought it was written in the book that it was the Horcrux that nearly had the hat placing Harry in Slytherin. Wasn’t there something else about Harry being born in the winter (aka Voldemort was born in December) but he was actually July. Like a Trelawney prediction or something that indicated the Horcrux in Harry?? Or is that just fanon? It’s been a long time since I’ve read the books.

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Maybe a Regulus black x reader with the trope academic rivals pls

Ooooh Y E S I absoluely love that trope with A PASSION you didn’t specify a genre, so technically could write a part two

How Badly Do You Want It?

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

I can make a gender neutral or male version if its wanted:)

Warnings: Heated makeout, allusions to smut, slightly rushed writing I apologize

“Amazing work (L/n), as usual. Keep it up.” Slughorn praised my potion, patting my shoulder. “10 points to Hufflepuff.” I grinned happily, making eye contact with a stone-faced Regulus. Regulus Black. Him with his stupid respected family, his dumb grey eyes which were framed by long lashes I most definitely hadn’t counted in my head while staring at him before, his full pink lips which weren’t at all kissable. Definitely not. Worst of all about him, his perfect grades which were always butting heads with my own. Our rivalry hadn’t been spoken of between us, but it didn’t need to be said it was obvious.

I looked away rather quickly, perhaps too quickly because I heard the rare sound of, can you believe it, a chuckle. Regulus chuckled. My cheeks would have flushed if it wasn’t Regulus, my not sexy at all rival. I shrugged it off, rolling my eyes, paying attention to class.

I didn’t think of it again until later on that afternoon. I had free period and decided to do some reading on herbology in the library as we had an upcoming test of sorts. I’d already pulled out a few books when I noticed Regulus at the corner table hidden by the stacks I normally sat at. I thought back to him laughing at me earlier, a rush of heat flooding my cheeks. I really wanted to sit in my usual spot, but I knew he’d be distracting.

I sat there anyway, choosing the chair across from him and opening one of the books to immediately start reading, refusing to look at him. Every other flip of the page or so I could feel his eyes on me but whenever I’d look up he was also reading. He happened to be reading a book on Herbology as well, it was in fact one of the books I’d needed but couldn’t find on the shelves.

He must have seen me staring at his book because he cleared his throat causing my eyes to immediately flit to his own stormy grey ones. “See something interesting, did you?” His voice was cold, but low. So low in fact it sent a rush of warmth to my center. I averted my eyes, feeling the flush climbing from my neck to my cheeks.

“No,” I squeaked out, pausing to try and collect myself. “I just need that book, but I couldn’t find it earlier. Could I have it once you’re done?” I grounded myself, forcing my eyes up to his once again. He smirked, but it wasn’t his usual cold mocking smirk, I couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly it was. All I knew is it made my already flushed skin darken. “How badly do you want it?”

Oh my.

I felt my eyes widen as an immediate reaction, and I once again looked away. “It just has the most information on the subject that’ll be on the test in Herbology..” I winced at my voice crack, lowering my gaze to where his pretty ringed fingers tapped against the book cover. He chuckled again, for the second time today. What the fuck.

“That’s precisely why I’d grabbed it, I was planning to keep it for a few days but,” He paused placing a finger right beneath my chin and lifting it so I’d be eye to eye with him. He had gotten extremely close in the few moments I’d looked away. “I’m sure we could work something out.”

I was quiet for a few moments, until I finally managed to squeak out a few words. “What do you want?” He smirked again, his sharp canines biting gently into his lip.

“Guess.”

“Me to let my grades drop lower than yours?”

“Hmm that’d be nice too, then I wouldn’t feel so annoyed when teachers praise you for your work rather than mine, but no. Guess again.”

“Test answers?”

He let out a loud laugh at that one, a genuine laugh.

“That’s funny love, no. One more guess.”

“I, I really don’t know Regulus, I thought it’d be grades related considering our weird rivalry.”

Silence again. Until he laughed again.

“I can have better grades than you without you worsening your own. What I want, is something much more appealing.” He stated looking me up and down, a lustful look in his eyes. Oh. Oh. Was I willing to do all of this for a book? I shouldn’t even be considering doing this, it’s Regulus. Regulus with his pretty grey eyes surrounded by long pretty lashes. Regulus with his pretty pink lips that I’d imagined kissing dozens of times. Fuck it.

“Me?” I murmured questioningly even though I knew it to be correct, his eyes bore into mine, them crinkling a bit as he smiled. “Good girl.” Before I knew it his lips were on mine, strangely enough they molded together so well you’d think they were made for each other. I pushed the thought aside as his tongue prodded my lips apart, battling my tongue for dominance which was immediately given to him. They danced together for a bit before he pulled away hesitantly, a thin line of spit connecting our tongues.

It wasn’t for long however, as he yanked me from my seat, and lifted my thighs to the table. His mouth immediately traveling to my bare neck, placing open mouthed kisses which quickly turned into harshly sucking on the soft skin. I accidentally let a moan squeak out before slapping a hand over my mouth, he responded by immediately pulling my hand away from my mouth, pressing a soft kiss to my palm as he said, “Don’t cover up your noises love, they’re fucking adorable.”

Not giving me time to respond, he pressed a closed mouth kiss to my lips, it feeling sweeter than the kisses before. He gave a testing pull at my bottoms, I nodded giving him the go ahead to pull them off. He did so quickly, immediately kneeling in between my thighs, looking up at with what could only be described as a breathtakingly gorgeous sight. His eyes were lidded and blown out with lust, his cheeks flushed a dark red, his lips apart with little strings of saliva gliding down his chin. I moaned at the sight, which he took as encouragement and dived into my thighs.

Part two? Also I’m sorry if the rivalry didn’t seem very existent, I only just recently got back into writing so I’m rusty