#regulus is my little baby :’( hope u enjoy

[moonstruckme]

hello luv!! i really enjoy reading ur work, especially with a whimsical reader, could u write something with sirius or remus? (both if its too hard to choose,( jk, or not)) and gn reader if its not a bother.

thats all, i hope u have a lovely day!! 💞

Thank you for requesting my love, hope you have a lovely day as well!!

cw: reader is gn but it is implied that they’re good with eye makeup, do with that what you will

modern au

Sirius Black x gn!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Baby?” Sirius’ voice rises over the screeching of guitar, and you look up from your book. 

“Yeah?” 

“Get in here.” 

You sigh and put your book facedown on the bed, rolling off your stomach. Your boyfriend’s music gets louder as you go into the bathroom, echoing off the walls. 

“What’s up?” 

“I need you to show me how you do the glitter in your corners again.” Sirius turns towards you from the mirror, and you have to swallow a laugh. “I’ve fucked it up.” 

“It’s not…awful.” You can’t help a tiny giggle, and he glowers at you. The effect is diminished by the fact that his eyes and half his nose are covered in silver glitter. “It sort of looks like…like somehow, a star spit on you.” 

“Fuck, come here.” He grabs for your hips. You laugh but don’t resist as he hauls you towards him. Sirius hops up on the counter and passes you a wipe. “Fix it, please.” 

“So demanding,” you murmur, but do. You reach over to turn down his music and start swiping at the side of his nose, where it appears he’s tried to correct some initial error by simply expanding the glittery area until it got entirely out of hand. “I think it just needs to be cleaned up a bit.” 

“Good. If I had to take it all off, I’d cry.” 

You smile a little, and Sirius squeezes your hip lovingly. You don’t blame him for wanting to salvage the rest of his eye makeup. He’s done his eyeliner so it looks like little stars sprouting out of the outer corner of his eye and twinkling around his lashes. It had to have taken forever. 

“It looks cute,” you say. 

Sirius’ grin is sharp-edged, and you have a sense of dread even before he opens his mouth. “You like that, do you?” 

You scoff. “Don’t.” 

“Don’t what, darling?” His hands rake up to your waist, bunching the loose material of your shirt. “I’m just asking you a question. You do like it, yeah?” 

You take a second to steel yourself, and when your eyes turn up to Sirius’ they’re soft and sincere. “Yeah, I do,” you say quietly. “You look really pretty, Siri.” 

He looks for a second like he might choke on air, his grip on your sides loosening, and you hope your smile looks adoring instead of self-congratulatory. He hasn’t yet figured out the little ways in which you’ve been practicing flustering him. 

As it turns out, what flusters Sirius isn’t the same brand of droopy-eyed flirting he torments you with (and good thing, because you can only work up the courage to manage that for five seconds at a time anyway). No, all it takes is you saying exactly what’s going through your head while letting him see exactly how you feel on your face. Who knew? 

“Thanks, baby.” His voice comes out almost as soft as yours. “So do you, you know.” 

You feel yourself smile, holding his face still with one hand while you swipe concentratedly at the still slightly too-big splotch of glitter next to his left eye. “I haven’t started getting ready yet.” 

“And yet the statement holds true.” 

You huff a laugh through your nose but don’t comment. Sirius lets you get away with it, though his hands tighten around your waist, one thumb brushing your ribs as if to remind you that he’s there. He loves you. 

For a minute, it’s only the sound of your breathing, Sirius’ syncing to yours as you keep each other steady against the bathroom counter. When you think you finally have the glitter down to a reasonable amount, you step back to survey your work and notice his outfit for the first time. 

“Is that what you’re wearing to Regulus’?” 

Sirius cocks an eyebrow at your tone, but there’s not an ounce of hesitance in his voice as he says, “Yes. Why?” 

“It’s…” 

You’re going to a relaxed hangout at his brother’s place, and he’s wearing black jeans slung low on his hips and a tight, cropped graphic t-shirt. With his painted nails and dark makeup, he looks way too cool for you, even more so than usual. The only thing soft-looking about him are his eyes. With his bone structure and coloring, Sirius can make himself look as gleaming and dangerous as lightning when he wants to, but his eyes are a thick fog. Moonlight reflected on water. 

“I was just going to wear a t-shirt and jeans,” you say. 

He tilts his head at you amusedly. “That’s what I’m wearing.” 

“You know it’s not the same.” You shake your head, turning your head towards the closet. Sirius takes this opportunity to look over his favored spot at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, running his fingers over the marks he’d made the other night. “I should start getting ready, huh?” 

“You should wear whatever you want,” he says firmly. “I have to assert my coolness as the older brother—I mean, it’s implied, but sometimes Reg requires a reminder. But you’ll look perfect whatever you wear.” 

You sigh and melt forward a bit, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders. You sense an opportunity. “So do you,” you say softly. “You don’t have to dress any way to impress them, you know. Regulus’ friends all already know how cool you are, and you’ll look it no matter what.” 

Sirius makes a little humming sound, and though you can’t see his face you like to think he’s blushing. “Good. They should know,” he says. The arrogance of his words is mushed into the top of your head. “And anyway, I think it’s fairly established when I have something as good looking as you with me, don’t you think?” 

You turn your heating face away from his view, nose squished against his chest. Sirius laughs, palming the back of your neck. It takes all the audacity you’ve got to turn your face up to his. 

“You do it all by yourself,” you tell him earnestly. 

Sirius goes all soft around the edges. Now it’s him hiding, dropping his head to that spot on your neck so he can love on you unseen. 

“You trying to get me out of these pants already, baby?” His voice is teasing but leaden with fondness, and the hand he drops to your waist is painfully gentle. “You haven’t even got yours on yet, so I suppose that puts you ahead of me.” 

You’d be content to stay here forever, but at the reminder you back off. “I should get ready,” you say again. “Help me pick an outfit so I can look like I fit with you, please?” 

Sirius rolls his eyes as he hops down from the counter. “You’re far out of my league on my best days, but sure. I’ll throw something together for you.” 

[jewishregulus]

may we have some of ur nsfw reg hcs pretty pls 🤲

okay . putting these under the cut u sly dogs . everybody in my asks is horny ….. i welcome it !!

• it is very important for me to say that my regulus is a bottom and does not top atleast w james he may like . try it out . but he doesn’t enjoy it . he prefers to be the one getting penetrated , personal preference !!!! i can see him power bottoming although i think he is more subby, he likes giving up control and feeling Good . i respect switch jeggy, it isn’t my truth

• i think alot of jegulus sex (sorry most of these will be abt jegulus bc i love them Lolll) is just james wanting to treat regulus like a little porcelain doll …. not just in him being fragile but also he is His . to do whatever he wants he just has to ask nicely and sweetly and he can pose reg however he wants !!! i do think reg is bratty but i think a lot of the time he is v sweet n teary in bed ….. an angel ……….

• but i do also think regulus brings out something in james that makes him want to be rough n mean in bed that he has Never felt before . a big thing for me is regulus making james Feel things he hasn’t before . he’s always been a vanilla softy sex guy but now he wants to bruise regulus up and make him cry so he can be the one to patch him up again :(( he loves after care and therefore regulus does too

• there r like two versions of regulus in my head : virgin whore who has no concept of real sex and only understands from books so he fantasizes about getting the shit fucked out of him, hard and rough, probably got a breeding kink going on, but when actually in the bedroom is SO EMBARRASSED . TO DO ANYTHING . james asks regulus to take off his jacket and regulus is like oh my … that’s … wow … you want me to … undress….? and show you… my collarbone peeking out of my button up…. oh… oh my

• and whoring it up regulus who sleeps around HELLA before james and when they actually do sleep together is CONSISTENTLY begging james to be rougher and meaner .. but regulus is also in a soft subby state of mind james doesn’t see from him often so he is WHIPPPPPEEEED

• daddy kink , breeding kink, praise kink , choking kink. The big four . but i also think regulus has an obscure fantasy of being tied up w the purpose of free use but being made love to soft and gentle anyways . just the idea that his lover could have him in Anyway but still chooses to worship and appreciate yk…. gets him going

• i also think he’s fucking EVERYWHERE but a damn bed …. on the counter on the couch in the car in the shower …. a bed is fun but reg likes the thrill of just doing anything anywhere bc he can … bc his house is full of love now so he can do whatever he wants !!

• oral fixation , loves sucking james off more than anything loves sucking ANYONE off more than anything . gave bcj 99% of his blowjobs . big fan . swallows w james. spits w barty. thank you for your time .

• if we r rolling w boypussy regulus he’s a big fan of being eaten out of course ….. james is a chronic munch so of course he is committing to it and regulus’ life was forever changed

• jegulus does not wear condoms once they enter a serious relationship . regulus doesn’t fuck w them . he understands the necessity but doesn’t like !! will use when he has to . but as soon as he acknowledges james is the one for him and he’ll have no other parters and it’s safe to he celebrates . big win for him .

• did i mention the breeding kink . i need to . that’s the jegulus kink fr . regulus wants a BABY in him damnit !!!!

okay that’s all for now . too embarrassed to continue . hope some of you enjoy

[siriusblack-the-third]

Sirius Black: Hobbies and Interests

The second part of The Sirius Black Headcanons Series! Here, I explore what he would have loved to do, and I hope you enjoy reading these!

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Loves flying, and is outstanding at it. Does not play Quidditch, but he does play air polo— polo on flying horses, or brooms if horses are not available. He does not care which one as long as he gets to play the sport. He also did competitive broom racing in school, and won a lot of trophies because he was just so bloody good at it. When James' mother gifted him a muggle bike for his 18th birthday, he enchants it to fly, and goes for a ride at least thrice a week. (James tried once to get Sirius to play Quidditch, but ended up getting roped into air polo himself.)

Competitive Duelling before he graduated Hogwarts and joined the Order. He participated everywhere— open circuits, a lot of closed competitions, and invite-only events— all over Europe and the Americas. Generally he was out of Hogwarts twice a month for two to three days, and he won a lot of them. He is an excellent duellist and everyone knows it; he won the U-19 Europe Open at the age of fourteen, a tournament that had over 2000 participants.

Playing the violin. It is the one thing apart from Duelling that his mother didn't force onto him as a child— he asked for classes of his own volition after seeing his grandmother Melanie play a truly beautiful tune when putting baby Regulus to sleep. He was naturally talented, and he practiced for years and years, and even after his tutor declared his education complete, he practised for at least 20 minutes every day. He played for himself rather than performing, and especially he played to put baby Harry to sleep, so much so that Harry would refuse to sleep if Sirius was not there.

Reads everything he can get his hands on. Everything. He prefers the genres of mystery, thriller, murder, historical and political fiction and mythologies of different religions. He and James devour books like they breathe air, both of them possessing excellent memory and being able to recall everything almost perfectly after only one read. Reading is a hobby he got from his father; they used to spend a lot of time together in the Black family library, debating topics ranging from Academics to Practical Magic to Ancient Philosophy to Current Affairs.

He enjoys spellcrafting a lot. Most of the pranks the Marauders play are planned with the spells that Sirius and James create. It is a little... illegal to experiment, but honestly he does not care. There are loopholes in those laws, and he knows them— he has read his father's law books. As long as nobody is adversely affected by his experimentation, and he sticks to a few ground rules, he should be fine. Besides, all his inventions came in handy when he was messing around with his motorbike.

Pranking. Do we even need to expand on this? Sirius is a genius, and he gets bored easily. Classwork is too easy for him, so he sets his sights on something interesting; the practical aspects of magic. Pranking, for him and James, is not just about taking the piss out of someone; it is about pushing the limits of magic, about accomplishing feats in magic people tell them are extremely difficult. It is about figuring out what magic can do if the limits of imagination are pushed. For the two of them, pranking is a giant experiment on the practicality, uses and effects of magic. They research, they read theses, textbooks, dissertations, encyclopaedias, they take notes and attend the higher year classes, and then they apply their knowledge to creative magical pranking.

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Do not tag w*lfst*r, do not argue with me in the notes, and if you don't agree with my HCs you can scroll past, please and thank you.

[floralembarrassment]

Hiii love you work, you are one of my top writers can I ask for an imagine of Jegulus and baby Harry just being born if that okay thank u 🫶🖤

Hello! That is a very lovely compliment and my heart is so warm 🥰 Thank you for reading- thank you all for reading! This ask is so precious. I hope you enjoy! With love ❤️

Promises (1/1) (jegulus raising Harry)

One of the healers had just walked in, with Harry wrapped up in a blanket and handed him to James who was ecstatic beyond belief. He quickly shuffled over, desperate to hold the small baby in his arms. They had already decided on a name but of course it fit so perfectly once James held him in his arms.

"Hi little guy," James whispered as he gathered this tiny squishy little bundle in his arms. He was crying, so many emotions that could no longer be contained within him. Despite his tears, he whispered, "we've been waiting a long time to meet you. We're so happy you're here with us." James moved over to Regulus who was standing by the window just a few steps away. Regulus immediately opened his arms to take Harry in them.

The moment he held him, the moment he saw his little face, the small wispy dark hair, Regulus couldn't help but gasp. This was his son, his heart, no doubt about it.

He stroked Harry's hand which quickly wrapped around Regulus' finger, and that was that. "Oh mon fils, je te promets que je te protégerai de tout ce qu'il y a, je te montrerai tout le monde parce qu'il t'appartient et t'apprendrai à nourrir avec la gentillesse que tu mérites sans cesse. Nous sommes peut-être le soleil et les étoiles mais vous êtes notre univers et nous orbiterons pour vous maintenant. Toujours." Regulus whispered as slow, joyous tears rolled down his cheeks.

He would live and die for this little boy. Inhaling that new baby smell and wishing he could be better than he was for him, for Harry. James saw that thought flash through his eyes, removing one hand from Harry and moving it to cup Regulus' face. He leaned into the touch, letting the weight of the moment fall with his cheek into the palm James' hand. "You and me and him, Reg. We will figure it all out together love. You and me and him. Family." James whispered wiping a tear away with his thumb.

Regulus nodded in his hand, and held Harry tighter to his chest. He turned into James, sandwiching Harry in between them, and pressing his forehead to James'.

"This is more love than I've ever known," Regulus whispered, staring down at a sleeping and peaceful Harry, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Me too, and I have never been so happy in my life." James whispered back, his grin wide and his eyes pulled to their son.

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(English translation:

Oh my son, I promise you I will protect you from all there is, I will show you all the world because it is yours and teach you to nurture with the kindness you endlessly deserve. We may be the sun and the stars but you are our universe and we orbit for you now. Always. )

[itsjaywalkers]

tell me about not in the stairs!!! (also literally obsessed with all these doc names hahaha)

heyyyy lane baby <33 (thank u hehe they're all very silly bc i never take myself seriously)

not in the stairs is !! unsurprisingly !! part 3 of oby !! it's named like that bc the main scene in that one is jegulus fucking in the stairs of james' building <3 bc james missed him (saw him 2 days ago) and can't wait to get his hands on him (it takes 5 min to get to his flat) and reg tries to resist bc he's still wearing his job uniform and he's all sweaty and disgusting (gives in as soon as james drops to his knees)

have a cheeky snippy <3 it's the black brothers and not actually jegulus but . i hope u enjoy it anyway MWAH

“Has the nicest cock I’ve ever taken, too,” Regulus continues, completely unfazed. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing at the way his brother is turning positively green. “Oh my god, Sirius, it’s a fucking dream. It’s so big, but also thick, and—” “Okay, okay! I fucking got it! Please, stop!” Sirius yells, looking seconds away from slamming his head against the coffee table. “I’ve learnt my lesson, okay? I’ll keep my nose out of your business.” “Good.” Regulus nods, more than a little smug, and already reaching for his phone so he can finally reply to James.  “Just—” Sirius says, fingers clenching and unclenching around his bowl. “Is he treating you well, Reggie? Are you doing okay?” Regulus’ heart tumbles over inside his chest, a tiny knot settling at the top of his throat. He shifts on his seat, glancing away as he bites his lower lip, hoping that his curls are enough to keep his expression away from his brother’s line of vision. They’re okay now, and they’ve been for a while, but it still feels weird, being vulnerable around each other. Especially when it’s because of each other.  He plays distractedly with the edge of the blanket, sensing some wrinkles on his forehead before he finally speaks up.  “Yeah, I’m… I’m good, Sirius,” he confesses, sounding so small it almost makes him cringe. “He’s very sweet, and nothing like the blokes I usually fool around with. In fact, I think you’d like him.”

[lostmykeysie]

I have a super long comment for you about the Horcrux Hunt bcs I want to comment every chapter I read but I forget bcs I download the ao3 doc to my books app okay here we go!!!!

Agahdgdjd I just finished reading it and I loved it soooo much. Remus and regulus friendship is EVERYTHING to me. The platonic kissing!!???? As an Aspec gal this means so much to me bcs ahhhdghdhd and let’s be real those two deserved a little song after all that tension and then just cute little kisses bcs they both need a good loving friendly kiss aww. And I loved the flirtiness bcs I just know those two would constantly have such good banter and get along and I SOBBED when reg became a part of the lupin family. Also. HOPE LUPIN.!?!??? The best Hope I ever did read about. She is amazing and now the only version of Hope I accept ty very much.

ALSO also I love regulus so much and love your characterization of him and seeing his growth. Also I am autistic and I headcanon reg as autistic and there were so many moments in the way you wrote him that fit in with that that made my heart so happy UGH and some moments where I felt like he’s aspec of some sort like aro specially and wow reg my boy <3

And ugh Remus and his feels over being accused as the traitor??? Rough but also I love the angst. His complicated feelings about himself and others and I can’t wait to see him sort shit out and start healing bcs he deserves to heal and be ANGRY and sad and everything. Remus my best boy <3

Also I’m just getting into jegulus so I’m super excited to start reading the missing link!!! The way james is already slowly creeping on him agshdjd I can’t wait to see it all happen.

OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE U AND UR WORK AND U ARE AMAZONG OKAY BYE GONNA GO READ THE MISSING LINK NOW HEHEHEH :))))

Oh PS I loved Remus getting to scream and go off on dumbledore that was amazing and more people should get to scream at him.

i always download long fics to my kindle so i feel you baby!!!!!

putting my boring reply below the cut xxxxx

aspec babes deserve all the platonic kisses they want and deserve and they deserve them all xxxxx this includes me so WHY is no one kissing me platonic smooch smooch xxxxx i have said this before and i know i haven’t written it but reggie is definitely aspec xxxx

regus friendship means soooo much to me i have also said this before and i will absolutely say it again but like. i am obsessed with them. they are BEST friends. forever. they are something special that’s friends and family and more and i love them forever and they will always be besties in every single fic i write for the rest of my LIFE. and they FLIRT and i LOVE IT and hope is such a queen i feel like she deserves her own fic i also want to hug her i bet she would give the best hugs ever i bet she’s the only person regulus is 100% comfortable having those long hugs with that last arguably too long and it gets weird (this is how i feel about most hugs)

omg so i’m answering as i read so YES i AGREE i think there’s a tiny bit of me that is accidentally being a bit self insert with reg LOL ANYWAY i think we see reg very similarly xxxx

on the traitor point… a few people have said ‘how did he even forgive them in the end’ and i think that is so valid like to get over a betrayal like that from your closest friends would be so so so hard and i tried to reflect that and not just make it an easy fix because oh my god how is that not in the back of your mind always just whispering all the time??? like getting over that would be a JOURNEY so yeah it got a bit angsty haha but i feel like if anything it could have been worse it could have been unresolveable !!!! but it will never be because i am a happily ever after boy ONLY

i am a bajillion years late to this i’m really sorry i’m a pants person who is 99% offline BUT thank you so much for your consolidated comment it’s so sweet and has made me smile all lame and gross xxxx i hope you enjoy / enjoyed TML too i hope that it gave you the healed remus and the jegulus you deserve and maybe some giggles hopefully xxxxxxx thanks for being nice to me lol i honestly am so weird and lame and awkward but kiss kiss i am blushing like a loser xxxxxxxxx

[moony-to-ur-pads]

UNDER WATER

Regulus Black was drowning.

He gasped for air and found himself sucking in lungfuls of putrid, thick liquid—tar-like as it entered his lungs, threatening to smother him.

He stuck a hand out, and found stone. Something hard, something to keep him here, to ground him. It held him above the surface and he gripped onto it, fingernails scratching against it in their search for purchase.

It wasn’t enough. He was slipping under. His head beneath the surface, he didn’t have the energy to fight his way back up. Regulus sank—

“Reggie.”

The voice.

“Reggie, you’re okay.”

It was like a rope thrown out to him, a hand thrust beneath the surface. Regulus scrambled, reaching out for it.

He found it. Fistfuls of cloth between his fingers. Arms wrapped around him, pulling him in. Regulus hung onto them, let them pull him above the surface—and shaky, trembling, into their embrace.

Regulus buried his face against his brother’s chest.

“You’re okay,” Sirius whispered.

At first, he couldn’t speak.

He found the words, but not the breath, and he hung there gasping like a mermaid out of water. It took him a while to force anything out. “Mother, she—”

“Doesn’t know a thing. About your part in this, at least. Thinks I forced you to come with me—a hostage situation type thing, you know?”

“But she yelled at you,” Regulus mumbled, voice muffled by Sirius’ clothes. “She was furious.”

Sirius always took the blame. Always.

And, as always, he laughed, as if it hardly mattered. Regulus pulled his head off his chest, looked up at his brother’s face.

Unworried, carefree. A grin, ear-to-ear. So obnoxiously, pig-headed-ly reckless.

“Reggie, you know I don’t give a crap. I gave all my craps away years ago, I’m crap-broke.”

A lame joke. Regulus have a lame chuckle, choking on tears.

Sirius’ eyes scanned his face. They were unrevealing, as ever, their emotion hidden behind a carelessly smiling mask.

But Sirius was looking for something on Regulus, that much he could tell—his brother’s eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows creased. Was it worry? Perhaps.

“I’m fine, Sirius,” Regulus mumbled. “Just upset. This was my fault.”

“No. It wasn’t. This was as much my fault as it was yours. But what’s the point of your birthday falling in summer break if we don’t celebrate it?”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t’ve suggested the movies. I knew mother would have hated it.”

“Ah, well,” Sirius winked, “Even posh tossers like you deserve a little fun from time to time.”

Regulus relaxed his grip on Sirius and they pulled apart.

He felt shaky, tired. But here was air around him—cool, and breathable. Here was solid ground beneath his feet. Here was Sirius, the hand that pulled him up above the surface.

“You don’t always have to take the fall for everything, you know?” Regulus said, with a little sigh. “You could leave some for the rest of us.”

“I’m your older brother, Reggie. It’s in the job description—being there for you.”

A protector—a shield against their mother, a lifebuoy that kept Regulus above the water. That was what Sirius had always been.

It was different now. It had been different for a while.

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In the distance, screams.

Above the water, Regulus thought, dimly. That was what it sounded like—muffled and other-worldly.

He was sucking in air—trying to, but he couldn’t. He was surrounded by something viscous and tar-like, the world dimming to darkness as its black veil fell.

He was drowning.

Regulus sunk—

To the floor. He hit carpet and crawled against the wall, drawing his legs to his chest. Regulus buried his face against his knees, feeling the tears on his cheeks sink into his trousers, plastering the cloth to his knees.

“I don’t even know why I stayed this fucking long!” Sirius howled.

“Give me your wand, Sirius. And don’t you dare use it.”

Their mother’s voice was cold, calm, barely raised above a whisper—and yet somehow it carried through the entire house.

“You know—” Sirius’ voice was battling against sobs. “The Potters, they don’t care. They love me. I’m better off there. I can’t stay here. I won’t!”

Regulus’ lungs were burning. His heart was a thudding metronome, beating in his ears. He pulled at his hair and took a shaky gasp, forcing the thick tar down his throat, forcing himself to breathe and hold it down.

“Get away from me!” A shriek, jagged around the edges, ripped from his brother’s throat. A thud. A silence.

Regulus almost hoped that it was over.

Then shouting again.

This time was different. This fight, it was worse than the others, worse than it had ever been.

But even still, Regulus half-expected Sirius to come climbing up the stairs at any moment. Just as he’d always done, every other time—teary-faced from shouting, perhaps; limping a little and exhausted, maybe. But always there, always appearing on the landing. Always there.

Whatever condition Sirius was in, however much she’d pressed him and railed at him and hurt him, every time he came stumbling up those stairs, he never forgot Reggie. Sirius would never forget to pull him into his arms, to hold him above the surface, to let his brother breathe and find his feet before he let go.

It was selfish that Regulus had come to need those moments, to still need it as he listened to Sirius yelling in the downstairs parlour. But he’d convinced himself that, maybe, those hugs—the gold star amongst their limited interactions these days—were as much a need for Sirius as they were for him. That Regulus held him up above the water, just as Sirius did him.

Maybe that was true. Maybe it wasn’t.

Regulus couldn’t tell. He had never really gotten the hang of reading the array of flickering lights that turned on and off behind his older brother’s eyes.

A flash of red against the wall of the stairway.

Screams, howls—Regulus thought of a dying dog.

Another flash of red, another scream.

Regulus pressed his hands to his ears and closed his eyes, praying for it to be over. Praying for a hand thrust beneath the surface, someone to pull him out.

No one came to save him.

At some point, he heard a door slam.

He’s not coming back, Regulus thought. Somehow, he knew it was true.

So Regulus sank. Alone.

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Snivelling, sobbing, grimy hands grabbing at the hem of his robes.

“Master Regulus, Kreacher is so sorry. Master Regulus, Kreacher is so sorry.” He stammered the words like a chant, head bowed, tears running down his long nose. “Kreacher couldn’t bear it, master. Kreacher had to.”

Regulus felt sick. His head was spinning, his ears pounding. He was on the floor, slumping against something hard—it jabbed into his back.

For a minute, he thought this was another memory. Another sick non-reality.

But no. This was the cave. This was real. And maybe this was worse.

A goblet lay at their feet. Water had formed a little puddle where it had fallen, spilling from the lip.

Regulus’ lips were moist too. A trail of water inched down his chin.

The fire, the burning in his throat, his mind, his chest—it was extinguished.

How?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Slosh.

The silence of the cave, broken.

Something moving in the dark.

Realisation struck Regulus like cold water, as if he’d been dumped, bound, in an icy lake.

“You touched the water,” he gasped out.

Regulus staggered to his feet, gripping the basin to stay standing, his knuckles white with the effort.

The other hand ran through his pockets. The frantic search came up empty, and Regulus gave a low gasp, a terrified moan. His eyes scanned the ground, searching in the dim light.

He was sinking in that icy lake. He was sinking fast.

Where was his wand?

He’d dropped it—he must’ve, when he was drinking the potion. He imagined he’d thrashed. He imagined he’d screamed.

It must have rolled down the banks of the stone island, dropped into the dark, dark water…

“Oh, Kreacher…” Regulus gasped.

A slosh of water. A fleshy slap against stone.

Something moving in the dark.

“Kreacher is sorry,” the house elf wailed.

Regulus couldn’t breathe.

He had to keep his head. He had to concentrate.

He shoved a hand into his pocket—a final vain attempt at salvation—and found cool metal instead of wood.

The locket.

This he had to do. This, or it was all for nothing.

He dropped the fake locket into the empty basin. It clattered against the sides with a metallic tinkling, a jarring sound against the relative hush of the cave.

And yet it hardly echoed. That was how it was, here. In this smothering darkness, this cave of the dead.

Regulus heard the dripping again.

No longer monotonous. Now there was a chorus, and it was growing, a steady crescendo.

Regulus scooped the real locket out of the basin and dropped to his knees. It was hot against his palm, unnaturally fiery. He pressed it into Kreacher’s hands.

The elf’s face, illuminated by the light of the island, glowed a pale green. His eyes were yawning caverns, pulled back in fright. He was trembling.

“Kreacher,” Regulus gasped out. “We don’t have much time. They’re coming, see? What’s important is—is that this, this is safe. You understand? I can’t apparate here, but you—”

“No!” Kreacher squealed.

Regulus chanced a glance about him, glancing towards the water. It was futile. The green light of the island all but blinded them, turned the darkness around them into an impenetrable fortress of the dead.

But Regulus could hear them.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

They were growing closer.

He turned back to the elf. Forced himself to breathe, to speak, to stammer out what he could. “Leave. Please, Kreacher.”

The house elf trembled. He shook his head stubbornly, ears wagging, a bony hand reaching out to grab at Regulus’ cloak.

“K-Kreacher I… I command it, okay? I command it! Leave!”

Kreacher flinched, as if he’d been slapped. He drew back.

He shivered, clutching the locket to his chest, wide, dark eyes bearing into Regulus’ until that final, resounding—

Crack.

Alone.

Regulus got to his hands and knees and searched around the basin then, fingers running over the cold stone in search of his wand.

Futile. He knew it. He didn’t care.

He searched until the first hand grabbed him.

An icy grip. Cold. Regulus barley resisted as it dragged him towards the water.

You thought you could trick the Dark Lord and walk away laughing. You thought. Ha!

Regulus was no stranger to drowning. He knew what it was like to feel empty, breathless; to choke, to scramble for purchase in nothingness as you sank.

Once upon a time, Sirius had always been there to pull him to the surface.

But that time was over. His brother was gone.

Even so, as Regulus slipped beneath the waves, he couldn’t help but cling to that hope.

A dying man’s last hope.

“I’m your older brother, Reggie. It’s in the job description—being here for you.”

As ludicrous as it seemed—maybe this time, he’d stick to his word. Maybe now, when it mattered the most.

Maybe he’d be here. Maybe he’d come back.

Maybe.

[specialbrewbutterbeer]

heey, love what u write! Can u write something using y/n X regulus X sirius?? Like the pregnant y/n during the school year and hiding from everyone but the baby's father (regulus). She hides the relationship and the baby from everyone, including her bfs (sirius and the others) and then something happens and everyone finds out about the pregnancy (regulus being a protective father and boyfriend pls!!) and in the end she reunites with her friends to tell them everything.

(sorry if it's confusing, english isn't my first language)

Too Late Now (Regulus Black X Reader X Platonic! Sirius Black)

WC: 3302

TW: Swearing, pregnancy

A/N: I hope you enjoy this- I think I went a bit off of what you wanted but I tried my best and I think it's still alright! Thanks for the request! I really enjoyed writing it and don't worry, your english was great!

Requests and replies are very welcome!

REQUESTS (OPEN)

MASTERLIST

"Fuck- What? Really?" Reggie asked, not meaning to sound so negative about it as the bridge of his nose and cheeks became a dusty red.

"Yeah!" She blurted out, pacing back and forth. "I agree! Fuck!" (Y/n) breathed deeply as Reg sank into his seat on the edge of the bed in his empty dorm room.

Everyone else was at dinner in the great hall and she had just broken the news to her boyfriend, Regulus, that he'd knocked her up.

"What are we gonna do?" He asked, his eyes wide and panic totally setting in.

"I don't know" (Y/n) spoke, exasperated, the palm of her hand on her forehead and the other hand resting on her hip, finally stopping her pacing.

"What are you gonna do? Keep it?" Reg asked, not really in the right mind to be sensitive as he spoke to the love of his life.

"Yeah? I think so?" She said, though her voice didn't really have anything certian in it's tone. "Is that gonna be a problem for you?" He cocked an eyebrow and pointed an accusing finger to which Regulus put up his hands and shook his head quickly.

"No! No- Of course not."

The real panic here, was not really about the baby. I mean, it was, but it equally wasn't.

The idea of having a baby was quite nice, they'd been together for nearly three years (which seemed mental, being together since they were fourteen), they did have a notion that they'd probably be married at some point, or together long term. Children weren't outside of their sphere of vision- just they hadn't planned for so soon maybe. It was quite exciting, really.

No- the real problem was that no-one even knew they were together.

(Y/n) and Reg were in the same year in school, people knew they knew eachother, but they'd gone to great lengths to hide the fact that they were an item- because (y/n) had been best friends with Regulus' brother since she arrived at the school.

Sirius, and James, Remus, Peter and now Lily- who was a new addition to the group though James had been pining and flirting with her for years, were all in their final year of school, and the year group above hers and Reggie's. So maybe the friendship was a little unconventional when a group of four second year boys seemed to adopt a little first year girl into their ranks, but it had all happened as a bit of an accident really-

See, as a first year it's very easy to get lost- and (Y/n) often did. There were a million corridors and stairways to get through to get anywhere, and they all moved everytime so you couldn't really pick a route and stick to it day after day. It was one of these occasions, where (Y/n) was trying to reach her charms lesson, when she stumbled upon the four boys as she walked into an old store cupboard by accident.

They were stashing some supplies for some kind of prank, and immediately swore her to secrecy.

After that, she just sort of tagged along with them.

She idolised them, she thought they were so cool (even if the rest of school just saw them as either meddlesome or lovable losers) and they all quickly became close.

James immediately was the one who adopted her into their shenanigans- becoming a big brother figure of sorts. He convinced the other three to let him do that by promising he'd take responsibility for her.

That quickly lapsed into Sirius doing the same, as much as it contradicted his bad boy image that he was trying to project.

James and Sirius were quite reckless, though they thought themselves protective- But Remus was the voice of reason and was the one who would join her in rolling her eyes when the other two said or did something stupid. And Peter was shy, a little cautious, but kind and surprisingly witty.

They had been absolute rocks to her for all this time, she adored them, they were still the people she looked up to and who looked after her and who she told everything to- everything except this.

She never really met Reg- he was just in her class. They just sort of knew eachother- and occasionally spoke. Sometimes they'd study together in a group of other students, and then just the two of them as they became friends- though she was sensitive to Sirius' family issues and never really mentioned it to them- and then at the blossoming age of fourteen, the dynamic shifted. They started getting all flustered around eachother, all red faced and shy. It didn't take long before they found themselves snogging in the library rather than reading.

By then- it all felt a bit too late and too awkward to break the news to the boys, who liked to joke that they'd never let a boy anywhere near her, that she'd not just got a boyfriend, but that it was Reggie.

So that was the tricky part.

It had been nagging at them both for a while that it was all still such a secret, but, Merlin, how was this gonna go down?

"We cannot tell anyone Reg-" She looked up at him.

"Merlin- No." He agreed, still wide eyed.

(Y/n) started pacing again.

"I mean- we were gonna have to tell them eventually-" She mused, shaking her head. "I don't know why we didn't sooner- it's just made our lives so difficult! Like- if we're gonna stay together long term..." She tilted her head as she thought out loud. "But it's too late now." She whipped her head back to Reg.

"Right." He nodded.

"Fuck!" She shouted and smacked her palm to her forehead. "We're actually gonna have to keep it secret?"

"I guess-" Reg nodded and stood, approaching her.

"How the actual fuck-" (Y/n) shook her head.

"I don't know, but we'll manage-" He put his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "We've only gotta keep it secret till summer- then we can properly figure everything out."

"Yeah." She sighed and pouted. "Then- we'll have a kid."

"Yeah." Reg nodded. "It'll be nice, right?"

"It fucking well better be- I'm not doing all this sneaking around shit if it's not gonna be at least sometimes nice." She sulked with the beginnings of a smile creeping onto her lips, and Reg rolled his eyes with a breathy laugh.

And so that's how it went- for a while.

Thankfully the school was so wrapped up in exams that there were no parties or late night things to sneak out to that involved alcohol that she would have to refuse- and she was still very early on, so there wasn't anything to start to show yet.

Unfortunately, she suffered badly from nausea, even after most women did- and it was starting to create issues.

Reg kept a very careful eye on her, but he couldn't do anything when he watched her quickly leave the dining table looking peaky, heard her making excuses to do it that would look too weird. He felt awful about it, but there was absolutely no way they wanted anyone to know.

It was this that eventually ruined their plans.

It was the smell of ham and fried eggs that got to her most, so breakfasts were- difficult.

She was caught out one morning when there was a plate of ham nearby her on the table and, glancing at it over and over, willing it to go away, which of course it didn't, just took all the colour from her cheeks and gave her the shivers.

"Are you alright?" James asked across the table as he shoveled his cereal into his mouth. She just nodded, genuinely unsure she could speak.

"Sure?" Sirius chimed in, sat beside her.

"Yeah-" She squeaked out, trying to sit still but failing as she had to attempt to look calm as she got up.

"Okay?" Sirius nodded and watched her.

"I'll- I'll be back in a second-" She spoke as she turned and walked toward the door, before she felt a pang of nausea and her mouth start to water and broke out into a sprint.

She spent about ten minutes away from the table, and only came back when she was sure there was a little pink back in her cheeks again.

When she sat back down she didn't eat anything and just pretended she felt fine, an uncertain smile on her face.

"You really don't look well (Y/n)" Sirius spoke.

"That's a rude thing to say." Remus laughed at him.

"It's true!" Sirius said before turning back to her.

"I'm fine Sirius" She gave a laugh and rolled her eyes. Even she was not convinced by her tone.

"Fine, if you say so." Sirius didn't want to push it.

She got through the rest of the meal without any more incident, but Sirius particularly kept giving her suspicious glances.

"Did you eat something weird?" Sirius asked, hanging back with (Y/n) as they group walked back to the dorms.

She was quickly getting sick of his questions, but she knew if she were too defensive, he'd just keep going.

"I don't know- maybe?" She shrugged and just kept walking, watching as the others wandered off ahead a bit.

"Cos, you've been like this a couple days- maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey. She'll make you drink that horrible sea kelp stuff she makes but you'll feel better?" He suggested, slinging an arm around her as they stepped through into the dorm.

"No- that stuff is awful, I don't care how shit I feel, I'm never taking that again!" She tried to be light hearted.

"Eh- Fair enough I guess; if you actually ate something at breakfast it might help-" He pondered.

"I wasn't hungry-" She spoke a little gruffly.

"Well- I'm just saying, you're not doing yourself any favours-" Sirius told her very matter of fact as they walked into the boys' dorm room.

"Oh for fuck's sake- fine, Sirius." She burst out, rolling her eyes and grumpily and pulling away from him a bit.

It got a glance from Remus who was already laid out on his bed with a book. James was packing an old dufflebag with his quiddich gear to go to a practice match (bunking off of a study session with Professor McGonagall to go to it) and Peter was just wandering about- muttering about trying to find a quill. But no-one thought anything of it and didn't nose in.

Sirius looked at (y/n) a little surprised- she wasn't usually so tetchy, especially not with him. He almost looked a little hurt, which made (Y/n) absolutely unable to look him in the eye as she went red and realised she'd just dug herself a hole she wasn't going to get out of. He wasn't going to let this go now.

Fuck- she was gonna have to say something. She couldn't think quick enough and just decided to give it up.

Her lip began to wobble and her eyes water.

"I'm pregnant." She spoke, feeling utterly ashamed and more sick than she had anyway. She hadn't really been nervous telling Reg, but telling Sirius- that was absolutely terrifying.

Sirius just stared at her silently. Remus had sat up like lightning, all wide-eyed, whilst James turned and walked over. Peter also looked over.

"What did you just say?" James asked calmly and softly, putting his hand on her arm comfortingly.

She tried to say it again, but couldn't get the words out.

"She's pregnant-" Sirius spoke for her, in a strange deadpan tone that was scarily unlike him.

He felt ill. As long as he could remember, he'd been a big brother, and that's what he considered himself to be to her- especially when he couldn't be one to his own brother.

He felt like he'd failed in some way, he'd let something awful happen to her and he didn't know what to feel.

"I didn't want to tell you-" She began absolutely crying her eyes out, and James wrapped her up in his arms, rubbing circles on her back comfortingly.

Sirius couldn't think for a moment, not before one thought came through as clear as day to him.

"Who was it?" He asked, again quite coldly. "What the fuck happened?" His mind went to the worst.

(Y/n) caught her breath just about, and James pulled away for a moment, looking down at her with a sympathetic look that nearly had her in tears again just as she'd managed to reign it in.

"It's alright lovey-" He spoke gently, using the little nickname he had for her.

She shook her head.

"You're not gonna like it-" She mumbled and hid her face in her hands. "I don't want to tell you."

By now, Remus was stood with Sirius and Peter was on the peripheral.

"We just want to know it wasn't something dodgy- that you're safe-" Remus told her.

"It's nothing like that- It's just..." Her voice faded away. She took a gulping deep breath before she could speak again. She looked up at Sirius and forced herself to make eye contact with him- though he looked angry. She sort of knew it wasn't at her but she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. "It's Regulus."

As she said it, she clung to James, shaking.

It was safe to say they were all surprised.

James hid it, just wanting to calm her down, but Sirius just started shouting. It wasn't at her, it was just the shock and anger. Remus tried to calm him down, but it didn't work.

She was sobbing so hard now that she didn't take in what he was saying, as James was telling Sirius to shut up.

She only noticed the door slam behind him as he stormed off. She knew, having known Sirius for so long what he was going to do.

She pulled away from James and ran after him.

"Sirius! Please don't!" She called to him, catching him up in the hall and grabbing onto his sleeve.

"No- that little fucking prick, laying his hands on you-" He kept walking on.

"It isn't like that!" She pleaded with him.

"I thought you'd know better, to stay away from him." He continued to mutter on, caught up in his anger.

"Sirius!" She begged.

"He's no good, and he's a deviant bastard for doing this to you-" Sirius ground his teeth.

"No he isn't! Sirius don't you touch him!" She once again grabbed at him.

"(Y/n)!" He shook her off and stopped in the hall and turned to her, seeing her tearstained face and bloodshot eyes. He couldn't think of anything to say, he just saw red.

"It's not like that!" She begged once again.

"Yeah right-" He spun on his heels and kept walking. "What did he tell you? Some absolute horse shit I bet-"

"If you lay a finger on him I'll never speak to you again Sirius!" She yelled as they turned a corner and found Reg sat alone in the cloisters, with a notebook in hand.

Sirius stormed toward him as he looked up and stood, quickly picking up on the situation. (Y/n) tried to grab onto Sirius' arm, screaming for him to stop and with tears streaming down her face.

Regulus focus was immediately on her, despite his brother.

"You evil little fuck!" Sirius growled and grabbed his little brother by the collar, holding him against the wall. "You do know what you've done to her?!" He spat, slamming him hard against the stone.

"Yes!" Regulus struggled to answer, trying to push his brother away. (Y/n) could only watch.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sirius yelled.

"Nothing! Get off!" He gave Sirius a hard shove which made him let go.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you! I knew you'd go mental!" (y/n) shouted at Sirius and wrapped her arms protectively around Regulus, holding on tightly as instinctively he did the same to her.

"What the fuck is this?!" Sirius looked on in disbelief.

"I know you don't like me Sirius, and you won't actually believe it- but I love her-" He spoke as calmly as he could. "This was- an accident- but it's not some disaster! It didn't come about from something stupid or anything criminal- I promise!" He tried to calm his brother, knowing fighting with him would do no good.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you- I just- I thought you'd try and stop it."

"Yeah! Too right!" He stood in disbelief. "What the fuck?" He was stunned.

"Sirius?" (Y/n) asked as he sank down the ledge they had found Reg sat on.

She pulled away from Reg, who stayed back.

"Sirius- I am sorry. But I really do love him..." She spoke nervously.

"Forgive me if I think that's ridiculous-" Sirius frowned, still upset and not really thinking about what he was saying.

"Sirius- shut up." Reg told him, stepping forward. "I know you're angry but don't be so fucking hard headed. All this shit is no good for her, and the-" He struggled to say it for the first time. "And the baby." He kicked him lightly in the shin.

"I'm surprised you give a shit. And I'm not being hard headed! But this is so wrong!" He scoffed. "I mean- what are you gonna do when you pop out this sprog? Where are you gonna go? You reckon Mum's gonna take you in?" He asked, scowling.

"We don't know yet-" (Y/n) admitted.

"Oh great- Look Reg, you've fucking doomed the both of you." Now he was just sulking.

"Don't be a prick Sirius." Reg rolled his eyes.

"I'm not trying to be- I'm trying to be realistic." He grumbled.

"Well you're not being very helpful, are you?" Reg made a face at him and crossed his arms.

(Y/n) suddenly laughed, and the brothers looked over at her, confused.

"What's up with you?" Sirius asked, scrunching up his nose, disapprovingly.

"No- it's just- I've never seen you two like this." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes.

"Like what?" Reg did something similar to Sirius.

"Like brothers!" She laughed again.

Both boys scoffed.

"Anyway-" She sat down next to Sirius and put her head on his shoulder. "I'm afraid you can't do anything about the fact that I'm totally in love with your brother- it's a bit late now."

"You can say that again." He sighed, looking up at his baby brother with a glare.

"Sirius, I promise you I'm not just gonna walk away from her, or our kid. Not ever." He told his brother. "I mean you know her well enough, she's wonderful- beautiful- I love her. I love our kid- your niece or nephew by the way!" He spoke with a broad smile on his face. "I hate to tell you that we've been together for three years but we have-"

"Three years?!" Sirius went all wide-eyed again.

Reg laughed and nodded.

"Yeah- sorry..."

"How the fuck did you keep that hidden?!" He couldn't comprehend it.

"With great difficulty!" (Y/n) spoke, her arm tightly around Sirius.

"Merlin... Alright." He nodded.

"What I was trying to say was; we're staying together for the long haul, and we're not exactly rushing into anything here."

"Yeah... I believe you." Sirius nodded begrudgingly. He looked over at (y/n) and she saw a mischievous look in his eye.

"Still not happy you've had your hands on my little girl. Even if I do get a niece or nephew out of it." He spoke, a grin forming on his face as he gave (y/n) a little squeeze.

Reg just rolled his eyes and gave his brother a clip round the ear.

[littlemessyjessi]

Sirius Black Name Headcanons: “Black Ice” Story Edition: Sirius Black x Juniper Potter

A/N: Hello, lovelies! Since I wrapped up the Siri and Juni story but I had several people ask for more SirixJuni, I figured we’d do a little bit of this.  Still them but not necessarily another chappie, lol.  Hope you enjoy! 

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S: Smile 

Everyone see Sirius’ infamous smirk but there are a fair few that actually see a genuine smile from him.  However, one tried and true way to get him to smile is to just have him near when the Potter siblings start their bickering.  He can’t help but laugh at James and Juni’s squabbling. 

I: Idolized

Admittedly, he idolizes the Potters.   He thinks they are the perfect family.  They’re not of course because that’s an impossible concept.  They have flaws like anyone else.  But to Sirius, their pros far outweigh the cons.  He’s hopelessly in love with Juni and James is his best mate.  The Potters took him in when he had no where else to go.  He honestly believes that the best thing that could ever happen to him would be marrying Juniper.  For obvious reasons, of course but also because the Potters would be his in laws.  He’s even seriously considered taking June’s last name instead of her taking his.  

R: Rad

He literally thinks Juniper is the coolest person he’s ever met.   Much to James’ dismay.  Juni is just a total badass to him.   He knows that she loves him but he also knows that whether she has a man or not has no baring on what she’ll do.   If he’s down for the ride, then great.  She’s there to share both of their victories and help each other through hardships.  But if he knows that he were ever to step to her in a “you have to choose’ manner... he’d be fucking up.  Juniper takes no shit and he fucking loves that about her.  

I: Identical

He is 100% that boyfriend who will match his girlfriend. Ya’ll think I’m playing.  He’s always stealing Juniper’s Ravenclaw jumpers.  Always goes full on when she competes.  Is 100% that boyfriend with his chest painted to match her costumes.    

U: Unconditional

His love for the Potters is abundant and unconditional.  Monty and Mia are the best parents he could ask for.  James is his best mate.  His brother.   And Juniper is the love of his life.  

S: Social

This bit is funny because when he was with his birth family he wasn’t very social at all.  But at Hogwarts and at the Potters- he’s the life of the party. Because he’s comfortable.  And he’s comfortable because he feels safe.  

O: Obedient

For all his rebellious nature, Sirius really is a good guy.  Also, he’d rather die than admit it but he does like being called a good boy.  It’s likely something that stems from childhood trauma and it’s all usually tied to his animagus form with the Marauders but even so.   However, if his temper gets the best of him and Juni just rubs her hand across his stomach and says some shit to him like, “Down, boy.”  Lol, it’s on.   Get’s him really riled up.  And that cheeky witch will wink at him and say some shit like, “Be a good boy and I’ll give you a treat later.”  James nearly vomits and of course bickering always ensues.  

R: Razor Sharp

Nothing gets him going like watching Juni basically cut someone to ribbons with her quick wit.  This boy, lol.  His ass be over there smirking and checking her out.  Just look at her like- what else that mouth do? He said it to her once and she sassed him to his actual knees.  He’d never been so smitten.  

I: Impish

Speaking of, he will pick a fight with Juniper sometimes just for attention when she gets too busy with school or skating. She’ll be ready to murder him and then she’ll realize and she just gives him cuddles.  It’s all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby.  I didn’t mean to ignore you.” 

“It’s ok, princess. All if forgiven when cuddles are given. I’m sorry for picking a fight.” 

“I know, babyboy.  I got you.” 

The boy fucking turns to goo. 

O: Open Minded

They’re honestly a pretty open minded couple.  They’re willing to try just about anything with each other.  The only thing Sirius will NOT do is impact.  The thought of ever putting his hands on Juniper like that has literally caused him to have a panic attack.  He just can’t.  He’s told her that he was ok with her doing it to him.  He was used to that.  That had been a red flag and they worked through some of his unresolved issues after that.  Eventually, they just decided that maybe that type of thing just wasn’t for them.  

N: Nourishment

He literally melts every time Juni asks if he’s eaten.   Juniper wil give him all the attention he wants.  All the kisses and cuddles that this sweet touch deprived boy clearly needs and she’s all too happy to do so.  But he knows that her love language is actions.  Like making sure he’s eaten.  Fixing his morning cup of tea.  Placing the jam on his toast for him.  Giving him copies of her exquisite notes- as well as enough for the rest of the boys after a full moon when she knows they’re all feeling rough.  Her teling him to let her know whenever he gets where he’s going so that she knows he got there safely.  Juni tells him that she loves him every day but she SHOWS him every second. 

B: Baby

Sirius melts when she calls him Baby.  He is baby.   So shut it.  But she probably calls him Baby more than she actually says his name.  And when she does call him by his name he is so offended.  He just pouts.  “I’m not Sirius. I’m Baby.”  “Ok, baby, whatever.”  “That’s better.” 

L: Lucky

There are times when he literally can’t believe that she’s with him.  He just can’t fathom how he got so lucky.  

A: Abandonment Issues

To expand on that, he is literally scared to death of losing her.  All of his friends.  Certainly the Potters.  But he worries about fucking things up with Juniper a lot.  Like ALOT. To a point, that she’ll catch him trying to be perfect and basically walking on eggshells.  

C: Cupid

She’ll remind him that she’s smitten with him and that she loves him endlessly.  Wild horses couldn’t tear them apart.  On those days, the two of them just cuddle in bed for the longest time. 

K: Kinfolk

Sirius NEVER wants Juniper to meet his parents.  It’s already enough that she tutors Regulus and they got to school with his cousins.  He doesn’t want Orion and Walburga Black anywhere near his princess. 

BONUS: Padfoot Nickname Headcanons

P: Princess

Speaking of, while Sirius is obviously Baby- Juniper is Princess.  I mean, he thinks she’s a Queen.  A goddess.  A fucking gift from the heavens.  An angel.  He worships the ground she walks on.  That’s his precious sweet baby princess, lol.  Also, she looks like a princess in her skating gear and he’s all too happy to be the court jester who keeps her smiling.  

A: Adorable

His favorite thing in the world is Juniper in the morning.  Half asleep.  Hair a mess.  Still not awake. In desperate need of caffeine. Plus she’s clingy when she’s sleepy and he LIVES FOR IT! 

D: Drama Queen

His is a drama queen.  100% no getting around that.  There are definitely times when things get out of hand and he blows thing out of proportion I.e.- her skating partner. 

F: Flirt

Sirius made the mistake only one time of accusing her of cheating on him by flirting with her skating partner.  She let him know that sh eloved him but if he EVER accused her of something like that again that he’d no longer have to worry about it because she’d be gone forever.  She forgave him.  They moved on. 

O: Obscene

However, that does not mean that Sirius makes any mistakes about making it known that they’re together.   He will scream Juniper’s name in bed until he literally has detention.  Fuck it.  Worth it. 

O: Obsessive

To further this, he literally charmed his leather jacket to proudly display “Proud Property of Juniper Potter” .  Additionally, he got her a matching one that said, “Sirius Blacks’ Princess”  James gagged.  

T: Temper

He only really lost his temper with her once.  Bellatrix had hexed him and Juni decided she’d had enough.  She literally challenged Bella to a duel and cast a sheild around them so that they couldn’t be interrupted.  Bella cheated, of course, and seriously hurt Juni.  But Juni was clearly the better of them and demolished her. 

Sirius had screamed at her for that. 

“You could’ve died! She could’ve killed you!” 

“I was in no danger.  I was prepared.” 

“Well, I wasn’t and I never will be! Don’t you ever do that to me again!” 

“Sirius, I’m fine.” 

“Well, I’m not.  I can’t lose you.” 

She just held him.

“And one more thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Don’t call me Sirius.  I’m Baby.”  

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[moonwaif]

Snow Over Insomnia: ch. 1

Pairings: Gladnis, promptis

Theme: snowed in

Summary:

Once a year, Shiva blesses Insomnia with snowfall. This year's snow day finds four friends in transition. There's Noctis, who's trying his best to enjoy freshman year. With his best friend Prompto enrolled at a different college, it hasn't been easy. When a particularly controversial lecture puts Noctis on the spot, he says some things he regrets. Can he make amends before their friendship freezes over?

Meanwhile, there's Gladiolus, who's finding it increasingly difficult to deny his feelings for coworker and friend Ignis Scientia. The appearance of a mysterious figure from Ignis's past might just be the sign that it's time to come clean. Will Gladio make a move, or will he let the opportunity melt away?

PT. I: 10:12 hours

It was a good thing Noctis had remembered to mute his laptop before class started, because he received his first message from Prompto just twelve minutes into the lecture.

Prompto: brrrr! Freezing my a$$ off this morning

A selfie instantly followed: Prompto in a warm jacket and white beanie, grimacing up at the camera with a steaming coffee cup clutched in his gloved hand.

Noctis: heh. nice pic. whatcha drinking?

Prompto: mocha moogle latte. Yummm ;P

Noctis: all that sugar is gonna give you a headache

Prompto: hahaha yeah, probably. but i need some caffeine. i couldnt sleep all night thinking about that presentation!!!!  ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Prompto: so we still getting snowed in tonight?

Noct's smile widened. It wasn’t often that Shiva graced the arid landscape of Lucis with her affections, but at least once a year, snow fell on the city of Insomnia. Sometimes it was a few flakes, sometime just sleet. On rare occasions, such as the one predicted by Insomnian weather channels on this particular day, it was a blizzard.

Noctis: heck yeah! hope you're ready to binge some King’s Knight.

Prompto: ugh am i ever. so ready to chill after getting this presentation out of the way…

Noctis leaned back in his chair, brow furrowing. He cast a quick glance at projector screen down at the front of the hall: a slide about the Lucian civil war.

Noctis: y? U nervous?’

Prompto: yeah

Prompto: stomach hurts

Prompto: p sure im gonna throw up

Noctis: relax, prom

Noctis: you've been practicing a lot, right?

Noctis: you're gonna be great

Prompto: dude you have no idea what id give to hear you say that rn

Prompto: i wish we still went to the same school

Prompto:  ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

A dull, tight ache formed in the center of Noct's chest. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the reply coming slower this time.

Noctis: me too.

Prompto: yeah...

Prompto: too bad my best friend has to go to a fancy schmancy ivy league school for geniuses (¬‿¬)

Noctis rolled his eyes.

Noctis: im not here cuz im a genius, prom

Prompto: his majesty is sooooo modest ;)

Noctis: srlsy

Noctis: im like most of the ppl here. average.

Noctis: the only genius ive met so far is specs

Prompto: lol youre just saying that to make me feel better

Noctis: nah. youre way cooler than like half of the people here

Prompto: ♥‿♥

Prompto: too bad i cant afford the tuition lol. id kill to have iggy as my teacher

Noctis glanced up from his computer. From his own seat in the center of the hall, Ignis was just a small figure behind an even smaller podium. Still, Noctis had to admit that Specs was definitely in his element at the front of a classroom. His fitted grey sweater, crisp collar and perfectly coiffed hair were every bit the image of the up-and-coming academian. The freshmen in the front row hung dreamily on every elegant gesture of his gloved hands as his voice rang out through the hall, crisp and clear as water. He said something that sent a murmur of laughter through the rows of desks. Noctis smiled.

Noctis: yeah its not bad

Prompto: duh!! hes probably way cooler than all of my professors combined

Prompto: anyway, g2g. Gonna try to run through my presentation one more time before class starts

Prompto: (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Noctis: dont worry prom. Youre gonna kick this presentation in the ass.

Prompto: thanks dude

Prompto: catch ya later

Noctis let his gaze linger on the final message, Iggy’s melodic tones lilting in the background. He tuned in long enough just to get the gist of the topic (ugh - still on the Lucian civil war). He turned his attention back to his laptop and clicked on an open tab, which took him directly to Prompto’s ChocoGram feed. There weren’t any new updates, but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he reviewed some of the earlier posts: Prompto getting ready to dig into a steaming, greasy pizza; a #tbt selfie featuring the baby chocobo they’d helped rescue during their summer road trip to Lestallum; a prank-selfie with a drooling, sleeping Gladio. Noctis chuckled. He’d been there when Prompto had taken that one. Even Gladio had agreed that the shot was just too good not to share.

He continued scrolling. A bunch of people Noctis didn't know, probably at a party; a filtered, black-and-white shot of a glistening, neon lit alley; a selfie with some guy Noctis had never seen before; a picture of the school’s mascot, tagged #gocactuars; Prompto wearing glasses…

Wait a second.

Noctis scrolled back to the photo of Prompto and the stranger. “Hanging with the coolest TA around,” read the caption. Tagged: #whenyourfriendhasthesamemajor, #collegelife #insomniaboys.

Friend, huh?

Noct’s eyes narrowed. He silently listed off any names he’d heard Prompto mention over the past semester as he analyzed the man’s features: platinum hair; a strong chin; sharp, intelligent eyes whose color he couldn’t quite discern through the ChocoGram filter. He let the cursor hover over the smug, obnoxious grin. A tagged username appeared: “Ghiranzenator.”

Before Noctis could really stop to self-reflect, he was scrolling through Ghiranzenator’s feed. It was the kind of content you’d expect from a twenty-something with a pompadour and generic good looks. Gym selfies tagged #fitnesslifestyle; poses in scenic, well-known locations captioned with thought-provoking yet totally irrelevant quotes (ugh, so pretentious). He wondered how Prompto even knew this guy. Was he the TA for one of Prompto’s classes? Did they have mutual friends? If so, why hadn’t Prompto mentioned him before? But now that Noctis thought about it, like really thought about it, he hadn’t really heard Prompto say a whole lot about any of the new friends he was making at school.

Wasn't that kind of weird?

A crumpled wad of paper plummeted through his thoughts, ricocheting off his forehead. Noct's head snapped in the direction it had come from. His eyes were met by a vision of Gladio, squeezed into a desk barely large enough to accommodate his lanky frame.

“Pay. Attention,” he mouthed, cocking his head in Iggy’s direction.

Noctis scowled. That was the one downside of having his bodyguard disguised as a classmate. Gladio was just all too ready to make sure Noct behaved like a good little student. The plus side was that Noct had at least one friend who could commiserate with his suffering.

Like now, for instance. A fan club member from the front row was monologuing, earning exasperated looks from his classmates. Noctis and Gladio exchanged a few muffled snickers.

“Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Cleetus,” Ignis cut in, his voice laced with a strain so barely audible that Noct and Gladio were probably the only ones who even picked up on it. “As you have noted for us, it is quite interesting that most rebel demands would be considered centrist by modern standards. However, we should recognize one deconstructionist philosopher whose theories remain polarizing even to this day.”

Ignis went to the next slide. A portrait of a wide-jawed man with a face only a mother garula could love brooded down from the display screen.

“Oh great,” Noctis muttered, drawing a confused look from Gladio. “Not this guy…”

"Regulus Invicta," Ignis continued, "is remembered as one of the strongest advocates for freedom of speech throughout the history of Lucis. However, what is less commonly remembered are his persistent demands for the de-establishment of the monarchy in favor of what we would now refer to as a democratic socialist republic. Even during the Lucian civil war, Invicta was a controversial figure. At first his philosophies were embraced by the deconstructionists, who sought to overthrow the Lucis Caelums in favor of a fragmented nation-states ruled by regional noblemen. They were less in favor of his leanings toward a democratic socialist republic. Despite this difference of opinion, Invicta was one of the few intellectuals of his time that insisted on the right of deconstructionists to espouse their ideals without punishment or censorship. Unfortunately, this insistence, combined with his involvement with radical circles, led to his eventual imprisonment. He would die of consumption shortly thereafter.”

A hand shot up - the same wind-bag from before.

“Yes, Cleetus?” Ignis’s smile was tight.

“Professor Scientia, as you were speaking I couldn’t help but remember an essay I came across in the Lucian History Journal the other day. The article was about the evolution of Lucian collective memory of the civil war.”

Gladio chuckled. “Oh boy. Here he goes again. This guy really can’t stop himself, can he?”

Noctis wasn’t laughing. He wanted Ignis to get back on topic and finish explaining why Invicta and the deconstructionists were wrong.

“According to the arguments propounded throughout the essay” - Gladio actually snorted at this point - “collective opinion regarding Invicta and the deconstructionists split after Lucis became a constitutional monarchy. Invicta was distanced from the deconstructionists and by means of propaganda -”

Bells went off in Noct’s head. Propaganda? What was this guy trying to get at?

“ - and state sanctioned school curriculum -”

Noctis gripped the arms of his desk, knuckles whitening.

“ - Invicta gradually became celebrated as one of the fathers of free speech. Meanwhile, his links to deconstructionists were covered up, preventing further instability to Lucian society while conveniently appropriating the parts that aligned with contemporary values.”

He paused for a breath. Ignis stepped out from behind the podium, quick to seize back control of the conversation.

“Your statements indicate a very post-modern interpretation of the historical records, Cleetus,” he remarked politely. “It’s interesting that you bring up social instability. Although not as commonly espoused today, there are ideologues who from time to time self-identify as deconstructionists. However, they are often ridiculed by both leftists and conservatives, rarely gaining any political legitimacy. In this way, the general public remains largely unexposed to contemporary deconstructionism outside of the occasional satirical representation on late night TV shows or the funnies.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

There was a rustle as heads turned in Noct's direction. Ignis adjusted his glasses.

“Is there something you would like to share, Prince Noctis?”

Shit. Gladio slid down low in his seat, muttering something that sounded a lot like, “Smooth move, Noct.”

Noctis cleared his throat. His cheeks felt like two flames. “N- not particularly.”

“Very well.” Ignis returned his attention to the slides. Noctis averted his eyes, only to be met by the expectant gazes coming his way from the next row down. His gaze happened to fall on Cleetus, he shot him a particularly snide smirk from over his shoulder.

Something in Noctis snapped.

“It’s just that, you said ‘satirical.’”

Ignis stopped mid-sentence. Scandalized whispers rippled throughout the hall. Gladio was actually facepalming. Meanwhile, Noctis’s cheeks somehow managed to get even hotter. He felt the need to continue.

“I just thought - well, it sounds like you think those depictions are kind of inaccurate, or something.”

Gods, he was sounding extremely upset and defensive right now, wasn’t he? What had happened to all that training in diplomacy and public speaking? Embarrassing.

“Satire is merely a genre, your highness," Ignis demured. "One that hyperbolizes a real-life topic or theme with intent to criticize, ridicule or expose. We may identify this genre from a neutral standpoint without either validating or condemning the arguments contained within the work itself.”

Noctis schooled his expression so it’d look like he’d understood this last bit.

“But you said the satirical representation is the only representation people see. Doesn’t that imply that there’s another representation that most people don’t get to see?”

“There normally is more than one side to every story,” Ignis said lightly, and his lips curved in such a smug, handsome grin that Noctis could have chucked his laptop at him.

“Yeah, but sometimes one side has better evidence than the other one. Shouldn’t that also be part of the discussion?”

He was pressuring Ignis to agree with him, to say that the deconstructionists were “wrong” and the monarchy was “right” and therefore Noctis was right, too. That the deconstructionists were just radical, terrorist nutjobs whose hogwash theories did more harm than good, so why even bother discussing them at all? Noctis knew it. Gladio knew it. Most of all, Ignis probably knew it.

So why were they still disagreeing?

“Indeed. However, the objective of today’s lecture is merely to review the deconstructionism as an historical movement. I will leave the evaluation of the ideas espoused by said movement to all of you in your term papers.”

A smattering of chuckles. Oh yes, how adorable, how clever. Noctis opened his mouth to let loose another retort when Gladio nudged his foot.

"Let it go," he mouthed with a slight shake of his head. Noctis grit his teeth with an audible “tch,” nails biting into the surface of his palms. He deliberately avoided Gladio’s gaze, instead fixing his attention on his laptop. The Ghiranzenator taunted him from the other side of the screen, all chiseled jawline and knowing smile.

Noctis closed the laptop with a ‘snap.’

PT. II: 13:00 hours

“I was too hard on him, wasn’t I?”

The words were out of Ignis’s mouth before Gladio had even stepped through the door. The office was tiny - more like a closet, really. Gladio tossed a small paper bag onto the desk and pulled up a seat, careful not to spill the coffee in his other hand.

“What’s this?” Ignis asked, peering owlishly from behind his computer. Gladio handed over the coffee.

“Thought you could use a pick-me up," he replied. "And nah; Noct is tough. He gets worse from me during an average training session.”

“You’re just saying that,” Ignis mumbled, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip. “Mmm, Gladio, this is delicious. Thank you.”

Gladio crossed his legs, leaning back with a pleased smile. “Heh. Thought you’d like that. And no, I’m not just saying that. Noct is pissed off, but he’ll live. Try some of the scone.”

Ignis reached into the paper bag obediently. “I should have waited until after class,” he muttered. “Or warned him about the topic before hand.”

“Yeah, that probably would’ve helped.”

“I just don’t want to allow him more special privileges than I already have! How am I supposed to prepare him for his future responsibilities if I keep treating him differently from the other students? Can you imagine, just last night he actually asked me to check his homework!”

“Did you?”

“What do you think?” Ignis snapped. “We live together for Eos’s sake, of course I did!"

“Yikes. How’s the scone?”

Ignis scowled. “You really must stop bringing me sugar. This is why my skin is breaking out.”

“One bite won’t hurt, prince charming.”

Ignis broke a off a tiny piece and popped it into his mouth, but not before shooting Gladio a glare.

“Relax, Iggy. Just give Noct a little time to cool down, think things through. He’ll come around.”

Ignis gave him a doubtful look. He took another bite.

“At least this scone is palatable.”

Gladio flashed him a cheeky smile. “Does that mean you’ll raise my grade professor?”

“I’ll consider it. After all, for an auditing student you do have unusually consistent attendance.”

“Someone’s gotta show up and keep the crown prince in line. Who better than his protector and professional babysitter, the royal shield?”

“Pity you have to sit through my lectures. I imagine it’s dull.”

“Nah. You’re way more interesting than the profs I had during my undergrad.”

‘A lot easier on the eyes, too,’ he thought. His gaze lingered on Ignis’s full, rosy lips before silently flickering away.

“There’s no need for flattery, Gladio. It’s not like I can actually give you credit for the course.”

“Sorry. Guess your little front row fan club is wearing off on me.”

Ignis reddened. He took a hurried sip of coffee, obviously stalling. Gladio grinned, letting himself indulge in the rare sight of a flustered Ignis.

“If the students show enthusiasm,” Ignis began, once he’d finished composing himself, “it is merely due to the engaging nature of the subject.”

“Oh, right. Lucian history makes me blush and squeal, too.”

“Did you come here for the sole purpose of force feeding me scones and distracting me from my work?”

“Why, is it working? Just kidding,” he added quickly at the stern look he received. “Actually, I thought we should touch base on our lovely royal charge’s training schedule over the Solstice. Iris has been bugging me about plans. She wants to invite the entire Amicitia clan over for a get-together.”

“Let me pull up my calendar.” Ignis swiveled in his chair, facing the computer monitor. Gladio contemplated his profile, thrown into sharp relief by the glow of the LED back-light. A million potential lines ran through his head. ‘It should be illegal to be so gorgeous.’ ‘You ever seen an angel up close? Because those cheekbones are high enough to graze the heavens.’

“Got any plans for the Solstice, Iggy?”

“I’m hoping to finish drafting my thesis proposal,” Ignis answered, with a light click of the mouse. “I’d also like to try my hand at a leiden sweet potato casserole. See if I can get Prince Noctis to eat something other than meat for a change.”

Gladio snickered. “Good luck with that last one. By the way, what’s your thesis about again? Food politics - “

“ - with Duscae as a case study for increased multifunctionality in agricultural policy making, yes.” Ignis spared him a brief glance, eyes crinkled with amusement. “I’m impressed you remember.”

‘Course I do,’ Gladio thought dismally. ‘I’ve Moogle searched every article you’ve ever published.’

Fortunately, he was spared the need to reply. One more click of the mouse, and Ignis was tilting the monitor in his direction.

“There we are. So, which dates does Iris have in mind?”

“She’s really got her eyes set on the day of the Solstice, as well the day right before and after. She needs me to help cook, put out decorations…”

‘Basically all the stuff we used to do when mom was around,’ he thought.

“I see. Why don’t I just make a note on my calendar for now? We can continue meeting as planned for the next two weeks. When it comes time, we'll evaluate how Noct is doing. Perhaps it won’t even be necessary for us to meet over the week of the Solstice.”

“Thanks Iggy. I appreciate it.”

“Certainly. It’s imperative that you spend quality time with your family over the holidays, uninterrupted.”

His smile was sad. Of course; Ignis didn't really have any family around to celebrate with. Gladio jiggled his knee, hesitating.

“H-hey, Iggy,” he began cautiously. “Y’know, if you don’t have any plans for the Solstice, you’re always welcome to - “

“Ah, Ignis! Just the man I was looking for.”

Ignis stood as two people Gladiolus had never seen before entered the office. The first was an attractive, bespectacled woman with golden hair swept back in an elegantly casual updo. Gladio, always the gentleman, rose instantly to his feet, pushing in his chair and squeezing back against the bookshelf in an effort to free up some space for her in the tiny room. She was followed by a pale young man who stood shoulder to shoulder with Gladiolus, which was a rare enough occurrence. What was really odd was Ignis's reaction. He blanched as the man entered. Then he was turning away to face the woman, almost as if he'd never even noticed the other visitor at all.

“Dr. Trepe! To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Her lips curved in a perfect cupid’s bow. “Ignis, dear, how many times must I remind you? Call me Quistis. Anyway, I was just giving Prince Ravus a tour of the department.” She gestured toward the man beside her.

Oh - so that’s why he looked familiar. Gladio had often seen the royal Nox Fleuret duo on magazine covers or on TV. Ravus cut a striking figure in person, with his wintry complexion and dual colored eyes. He seemed to resent being watched, interrupting Gladio’s examination with a peculiarly frigid glare.

“Prince Ravus will be joining our department as a research scholar next semester,” Quistis explained. “Your majesty, Ignis is a grad student and TA in our department. As you may be aware, he also serves as the royal advisor to Crown Prince Noctis. He’s quite the feather in the department’s cap.”

Gladio beamed, eyeing Ignis with pride. What he saw surprised him. Iggy’s shoulders were tense, his face frozen in a mask of false politeness.

Something was wrong.

“Thank you, Dr. Trepe. As it stands, I’ve already had the good fortune of making Mr. Scientia’s acquaintance.”

Gladio’s eyes snapped in Ravus’s direction. His expression was unreadable, but his tone of voice suggested that whatever fortune had been at play was anything but “good.”

“Indeed.” Ignis mustered a weak smile. “I’m honored his highness remembers me.”

Ravus flinched, the movement so quick it was barely perceptible. Gladio glanced between them. Whatever vibe was going on here, he didn't like it one bit. He asked the question before he could stop himself.

“How do you two know each other?”

Ignis gasped. “Oh, by the six - where are my manners? Dr. Trepe - “

“Quistis.”

“Quistis” - Ignis blushed - “and Prince Ravus, please allow me to introduce Gladiolus Amicitia, Prince Noctis’s sworn shield, as well as one of my dearest friends.”

Gladio’s chest swelled until it threatened to burst. He crossed his arms, lip quirking up into a satisfied smirk.

'Dearest friend, huh?'

“I see,” Quistis murmured, tapping her chin. Her eyes ran up and down Gladio’s frame with an openly appraising look. “I apologize for interrupting your discussion, Gladiolus. I doubt we made a very good impression.”

“Meeting a colleague of Iggy’s is never an imposition,” Gladio assured her. “Especially not when that colleague is as elegant and beautiful as yourself.”

Quistis blushed, blue eyes sparkling behind her spectacles. “I never imagined the royal shield was such a charmer. You’ll have to bring him around more often, Ignis.”

There was a momentary, infinitesimal fracture in Ignis’s facade. “Yes, well, I daren’t keep his majesty any longer," he said quickly. "I’m sure you’re both quite eager to continue the tour. Prince Ravus, it truly was a pleasure seeing you again. I look forward to our collaboration in the coming semester.”

“As do I,” Ravus snapped, his words laced with such venom that even Quistis sent him a mildly startled look. “Dr. Trepe, shall we?”

“C-certainly. Gladiolus, it was a pleasure. And Ignis, we’ll be seeing you tonight at the reception, won’t we?”

“Of course. The Grand Hotel Insomnia at six o’ clock, correct?”

“Not exactly ideal weather for an event, is it?” Gladio interjected, frowning. “The roads are supposed to freeze after seven.”

Ignis dismissed him with a breezy laugh. “Yes, well, you know what they say Gladio - the show must go on! Until tonight then, Dr. Trepe...Prince Ravus.”

He bowed at the waist. Gladio rushed to follow suit, but not before glimpsing the pain that flashed across the prince’s strange, distant eyes. Then he was gone, sweeping off down the hall without a word of acknowledgement. Quistis rushed after him. Gladio waited until he no longer heard the clicking of her high heels before he spoke.

“What was that all about?”

Ignis began fussing with the papers on his desk. “Dr. Trepe was introducing the newest addition to our department.”

“Who you just happen to already know.”

“Is that so odd? You and I often cross paths with royalty in our line of work.”

“Uh-huh.” Gladio approached the desk, leaning over and splaying both hands across the surface. “So, you gonna tell me how you two actually know each other?”

“I don’t see that it’s any concern of yours,” Ignis replied, voice unusually clipped. Gladio ignored the sting.

“I’m just curious - y’know, as a dear friend and colleague. Why so defensive?”

Ignis slammed down a folder, nostrils flaring. “Fine. Spring 752. I did a semester in Tenebrae. Prince Ravus was a student at the university. We made acquaintance.”

“And?”

“And what?”

Gladio shrugged. “Dunno. Just thought I sensed some hostility between you two.”

“Enough, Gladio!”

The outburst stunned them both. Gladio took a step back. He ran a hand through his hair, trying fiercely not to look as hurt as he felt. After a long moment of silence, Ignis heaved a sigh.

“Forgive me, Gladio. It’s just a rather...unpleasant story, if I’m being honest. I wasn’t expecting to meet him like this, and...I’d rather not talk about it all just yet.”

Gladio chuckled harshly. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the one being the asshole here. Sticking my nose in your business. But if you ever do feel like talking about it, or there’s any way I can help...just let me know.”

“Thank you, Gladio,” he said softly, and the smile he turned on him was so full of warmth and relief that it hurt to look at.

Gladio hurried to change the subject.

“You sure you’re good to go to this reception thing? Ravus will probably be there, too.”

“I’ll be fine. I merely need a moment to compose myself. I do apologize I won’t be able to join you at the gym today. I was quite looking forward to showing off my new gains.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. Gladio snorted.

“Save it for next time, hot shot. But seriously, Iggy - the roads are supposed to get pretty bad tonight. Call me if you need a ride.”

“Certainly; I’m sure Dr. Trepe would just love it if you popped by.”

“Iggy.”

“Don’t worry; I promise I’ll behave myself.”

“You better. Don’t wanna go setting a bed example for Noct.”

Ignis’s smile fell. Gladio rolled his eyes, reaching for the half-eaten pastry on the desk.

“Talk to ‘im,” he said through a mouthful of scone. “Better yet, feed him and then talk. He’s always in a better mood when his stomach’s full.”

“Oh Gladio.” Ignis shook his head. “If only I could be as certain as you are.”

‘But I’m not certain,’ Gladio thought to himself. The uncertainty followed him as he took his leave, wandering through the empty halls of the department alone. Noct could be stubborn, and Ignis had a tendency to cave in. Hopefully they'd be able to come to terms without too much of a fuss.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didnt see the figure rounding the corner, hurtling straight at him. He barely managed to come to a stop before they collided.

“Whoa there!” he exclaimed, stumbling backward. “My bad, are you - ?”

The charity in his voice withered and died as he looked up into the face of the passerby.

Ravus Nox Fleuret.

“Ahem. Pardon me, your majesty.” He stepped aside, the polite gesture a reflex after so many years as a retainer. Ravus, however, stood quite still, eyes fixed on Gladio intently - almost as if he were measuring him up.

Gladio’s jaw clenched.

“There a problem, highness?”

Ravus looked away, making a soft, dismissive noise in the back of his throat. He strode past Gladio with his nose held high, sharp footsteps echoing off the walls like a hailstorm. Gladio’s eyes narrowed, gaze following him over his shoulder. The uneasy feeling was back, creeping up from the pit of his stomach like clutching vines.

Whatever history Ravus and Iggy had together, Gladio had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t the good kind.

He tore himself away with a sigh.

“Forget about it,” he muttered firmly. “Iggy can handle himself. It’s not like you have any say in the matter, anyway.”

Still, it was a good thing he kept a spare set of clothes locked up at the campus rec facility. He was gonna need an extra challenging workout today.

TBC...

[monstrousthingsrp]

Time Period Quick Reference:

Courtesy the lovely Erin (@incre-et-painture) we now have a handy-dandy little reference to help us all “flow with the times” without having to struggle between either spending precious time researching or winging it and hoping for the best! She actually lived in England during the period in which our game is set, so if you have additional questions about the setting she’ll be happy to help you out--

Although keep in mind that this is an alternate universe. As such, specific individual facts and historical events may be different. So don’t worry about getting bogged-down in the details; after all, this is a world in which The Cold War was replaced by The Worldwide Witchunt Wars. There probably was no Cuban Missile Crisis; there may not have even been a Space Race! We’ve left particular historical details vague enough that we can tailor them to suit whatever plot-points we all decide to develop.

So just as with the timeline, view the following as a reference guideline, not a checklist to obey!

Technology:

This is probably the most important one for us, as unlike most Potterverse games we’re actually playing in a world where your character very well might have access to the sort of technology that we take for granted in our current lives -- albeit several generations older than what we’ve got on hand now!

Most computers operate using ethernet cords to connect to the internet, laptops weigh an extremely portable 52 pounds, basically, and camera phones are cutting edge technology. The pictures taken with them are notoriously grainy at this stage and definitely not the crystal clear video we’re used to.

Most mobile phones operate on a “top up” method where you pay for minutes. They’re called track phones in the U.K. Also, most people are paying per text message sent, but it’s still a popular method of communication. You can top up your minutes in most convenience stores and by calling into your provider’s number. There aren’t any smartphones, apps, and other things like that. Public payphones still exist, although they are fading out by this point.

Travel is done by taxi, bus, and tube. Lyft and Uber do not exist. Londoners love the Tube and definitely travel that way frequently. For frequent travelers, Oyster cards are refillable cards that are similar to the Metro cards we use in the US. In fact, 2004 was the first year that Oyster cards existed. They can also be used on the bus and train, but not on taxis.

Please also remember that trains are a popular method of travel for Europeans. They’re also very reliable and a great way to get around. (As for whether people would be comfortable sharing a carriage with someone who’s got stars by their eyes, well...)

Pop Culture: Sport

As much as it breaks my heart, Manchester United won the FA cup in 2004. (Mod Note: her Erin, maybe in this messed-up world West Ham isn’t a total lost cause? I mean, sport doesn’t have to have happened the same as it did in reality, and we’ve got so many crazy things going on here already -- wealthy Weasleys, werewolf-friendly Blacks, a living Regulus...stranger things could happen, right?)

For those of you interested in talking football, here are the league tables for that season. Please keep in mind that different teams are in different leagues so, if your character follows a team, make sure you know who they play. :)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_Football_League

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_FA_Premier_League

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004%E2%80%9305_Football_League_Championship

Pop Culture: Telly

The Television lineup in Britain in real 2004-2005 contained the shows:

Little Britain

Spooks

Eastenders

Still Game

Dr. Who (the new series had just started, but the reruns were still extremely popular and well-loved by a majority of British people)

Casualty

The Doctors

Holby City

River City

Blue Peter

Strictly Come Dancing

And news is broadcast on the BBC News

For a comprehensive list, please see this article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_television_programmes_broadcast_by_the_BBC

Please pay attention to the years listed for each program to make sure that it’s applicable...and feel free to make up shows of your own that might exist in this reality! Just keep in mind that TV in England was a much smaller, lower-budget, more contained entity than the overwhelming glut of channels going on in America.

Pop Culture: Music

This will be a painful trip for some of us. After all, I think we’d probably all rather forget that Kelis ever proclaimed that her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. However, it’s a sad fact that she did, and this is the time when it happened!

Now again, we are living in an alternate reality here, so feel free to make up other songs and singers and groups -- both mundane and magical; maybe the Weird Sisters and Celestina Warbeck don’t exist here (and maybe they do) but there are surely still some magical musicians (maybe some taking advantage of the “dangerous” aura their magic grants them, while others might try and downplay it) so please, let your imaginations run wild! Maybe this Brittany Spears never sang Toxic but rather Cursed...maybe this Goldie Lookin Chain wrote Wands Don’t Kill People, Rappers Do. Who knows, have fun! The following list is for reference so that you know what kind of music and what kind of bands (probably) exist in this world and this time. And, maybe, to give you all a trip -- pleasant or otherwise -- down nostalgia lane. Enjoy!

Here are the Top 100 Songs of 2004 in the UK:

01 Eamon ~ F**k It (I Don't Want You Back)

02 Eric Prydz ~ Call On Me

03 Anastacia ~ Left Outside Alone

04 DJ Casper ~ Cha Cha Slide

05 Usher featuring Lil' Jon & Ludacris ~ Yeah!

06 Frankee ~ FURB (F U Right Back)

07 Kelis ~ Milkshake

08 Mario Winans featuring Enya & P Diddy ~ I Don't Wanna Know

09 3 Of A Kind ~ Baby Cakes

10 Michelle McManus ~ All This Time

11 Britney Spears ~ Everytime

12 Michael Andrews featuring Gary Jules ~ Mad World

13 Destiny's Child ~ Lose My Breath

14 The Shapeshifters ~ Lola's Theme

15 Outkast ~ Hey Ya!

16 LMC vs U2 ~ Take Me To The Clouds Above

17 O-Zone ~ Dragostea Din Tei

18 The Streets ~ Dry Your Eyes

19 Busted ~ Thunderbirds / 3AM

20 Usher ~ Burn

21 Britney Spears ~ Toxic

22 Natasha Bedingfield ~ These Words

23 Ozzy & Kelly Osbourne ~ Changes

24 Boogie Pimps ~ Somebody To Love

25 Kelis ~ Trick Me

26 The Rasmus ~ In The Shadows

27 Band Aid 20 ~ Do They Know It's Christmas?

28 Nelly ~ My Place / Flap Your Wings

29 D12 ~ My Band

30 McFly ~ 5 Colours In Her Hair

31 Girls Aloud ~ I'll Stand By You

32 Cassidy featuring R Kelly ~ Hotel

33 Jamelia ~ Thank You

34 Peter Andre ~ Mysterious Girl

35 Maroon 5 ~ This Love

36 Eminem ~ Just Lose It

37 Rachel Stevens ~ Some Girls

38 Khia ~ My Neck My Back (Lick It)

39 Christina Milian ~ Dip It Low

40 McFly ~ Obviously

41 JoJo ~ Leave (Get Out)

42 Deep Dish ~ Flashdance

43 Lemar ~ If There's Any Justice

44 J-Kwon ~ Tipsy

45 Will Young ~ Leave Right Now

46 Sean Paul featuring Sasha ~ I'm Still In Love With You

47 Brian McFadden ~ Real To Me

48 Girls Aloud ~ Love Machine

49 Katie Melua ~ The Closest Thing To Crazy

50 2Play featuring Raghav & Jucxi ~ So Confused

51 Twista ~ Sunshine

52 Sam & Mark ~ With A Little Help From My Friends / Measure Of A Man

53 Robbie Williams ~ Radio

54 Blue ~ Breathe Easy

55 The Black Eyed Peas ~ Shut Up

56 Twista ~ Slow Jamz

57 Busted ~ Who's David

58 Ice Cube featuring Mack 10 & Ms Toi ~ You Can Do It

59 U2 ~ Vertigo

60 Girls Aloud ~ The Show

61 N*E*R*D ~ She Wants To Move

62 Christina Aguilera featuring Missy Elliott ~ Car Wash

63 Nina Sky ~ Move Ya Body

64 Anastacia ~ Sick And Tired

65 Maroon 5 ~ She Will Be Loved

66 Ja Rule featuring R Kelly & Ashanti ~ Wonderful

67 Goldie Lookin Chain ~ Guns Don't Kill People, Rappers Do

68 The 411 ~ Dumb

69 Usher ~ Confessions Part II / My Boo

70 Special D ~ Come With Me

71 Kelis featuring Andre 3000 ~ Millionaire

72 Keane ~ Somewhere Only We Know

73 Duncan James & Keedie ~ I Believe My Heart

74 Jamelia ~ See It In A Boy's Eyes

75 Natasha Bedingfield ~ Single

76 The 411 featuring Ghostface Killah ~ On My Knees

77 Franz Ferdinand ~ Take Me Out

78 Gwen Stefani ~ What You Waiting For?

79 Basement Jaxx featuring Lisa Kekaula ~ Good Luck

80 George Michael ~ Amazing

81 D12 ~ How Come

82 Kylie Minogue ~ I Believe In You

83 4-4-2 ~ Come On England

84 Jay Sean featuring The Rishi Rich Project ~ Eyes On You

85 Avril Lavigne ~ My Happy Ending

86 Rachel Stevens ~ More More More

87 Enrique featuring Kelis ~ Not In Love

88 Ultrabeat ~ Feelin' Fine

89 Jennifer Lopez ~ Baby I Love U

90 Green Day ~ American Idiot

91 The Streets ~ Fit But You Know It

92 Sugababes ~ Too Lost In You

93 Victoria Beckham ~ This Groove / Let Your Head Go

94 Ronan Keating ~ She Believes (In Me)

95 Shaznay Lewis ~ Never Felt Like This Before

96 Britney Spears ~ My Prerogative

97 Ashlee Simpson ~ Pieces Of Me

98 Busted ~ Air Hostess

99 Outkast featuring Sleepy Brown ~ The Way You Move

100 The Black Eyed Peas ~ Hey Mama

For the rest of 2004 in music in the real world, please go to this wikipedia entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_in_British_music_charts

Random Stuff:

Since the standard closing time for a pub is 11 PM, that’s when “Needles” closes. There are after-hours nightclubs, and people probably go to them, but Needles does its last call at 10:45.

Prostitution is not illegal in Britain, but running a brothel is. Basically, a person can sell themselves, but you can’t sell other people. (I just feel like this is useful information.)

Gun Control Laws had banned both automatic and semi-automatic weapons. Rifles were still allowed for those with hunting permits.

Courtesy Millie @theinvisibleboi: 2004 is also the year Facebook launched (although at that point it would have still been restricted to school e-mail accounts) and the Olympics were held in Athens, in case anyone wanted to feel old! (Probably wix would not be allowed to compete...but if anyone wants to create some kind of controversial Olympics history or event for this world, or otherwise alter history to conform to to AU, please feel free!)

Again, please use this wonderful collection of data that Erin has so helpfully provided us with for as general reference, not uncompromising and stone-set facts that you must know, utilize, and memorize! None of us are expert historians and unless you do something really obvious like reference an iPhone or One Direction, we aren’t going to call you out on it -- especially when an “error” might just be a difference between this world and our own. This is just to help you get in the “vibe” of the time period, not information that you’ll be tested on later. So don’t panic, stay loose, and feel free to get creative!

Thanks once more to Erin for putting this together for all of us, and remember that if you have questions about anything else regarding England in 2005, please feel free to message her and she’ll help out as best she can!

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hi laurie love <333 happy to indulge always! 3 & 12 & 15 for the fic ask?

hi mil baby <333 you're the absolute best and i'm kissing u so hard

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

i'm quite fond of this little moment in the first instalment of the nothing happens series:

The boy flinches almost as soon as he feels the contact, and James lets go immediately, helpless to the way his brows tug together, a spark of worry lighting up inside his stomach. Still, Regulus stays, tilting his head back to look at James with a clenched jaw and tense shoulders. He isn’t sure if it’s due to the contact or his argument with Sirius, but James gives him the kindest smile he can muster, hoping to relieve some of his stress.  “Don’t bother, James,” Sirius huffs behind him. “It’s not worth it. Let him go and let’s go back to the game.” James doesn’t even glance back as he shakes his head. “I want him here.” “What?” Sirius cries out, but Regulus doesn’t say anything. He simply keeps staring at him, little wrinkles forming between his eyebrows that James wants desperately to erase.  “Stay?” he asks Regulus, trying to not let any of his hope slip into the word and failing miserably. “We can play as a team. You’ve seen how useless I am on my own when it comes to horror.”  “Jesus, James, you’re too soft,” his best friend sighs, patting him in the back with what can only be described as pity. “You really don’t have to—” “Shut it, Sirius,” he cuts him off quickly, ignoring the offended gasp he receives in response. His eyes don’t leave Regulus’ conflicted expression. “Really, it’s not gonna be as fun without you. At least, not for me.” “Because you’re a coward,” Sirius mutters under his breath, but still making sure it’s loud enough for James to hear. “Look at you, asking an eleven-year-old for help. You should be embarrassed—” “Please?” James speaks again, not even acknowledging Sirius’ whines anymore.

12. favorite character to write about this year

probably lily!! her pov in all the violence is still the one i've enjoyed writing the most so far, and she's also very special to me in making ghosts

james is a close second tho!! he's my number 1 boy for a reason <3

(special mention to oby reggie.. he's EVERYTHING to me and so funny to write every single time)

15. something you learned this year

that i can write very explicit smut without having a meltdown in the process and that i'm pretty decent at it😭

and also to focus on the things i like and enjoy instead of worrying about the stuff that annoys me + to stop overthinking so much when it comes to what i write or what i share bc this is my blog and i can talk about whatever the hell i want <3

fanfic end of the year ask