#regulus wants that cookie so bad

[thebl4ckstar]

Regulus on the edge of being drunk Black save me

[starzzmissthesun]

He wants that cookie SO effing bad

[iloveratmen]

Hey guys I’ve made it to second year: December moon

I want to give Sirius the biggest hug and never let him go

But he’s dead and not real so I guess that will have to wait 😔

Should I read Sirius’ perspective atyd or be happy

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Where the boys get jealous... (Feat. Barty, Regulus, Sirius, Remus, and James)

WC: ~3.5k

CW: Fem!Reader, a few cusses, obsessive and possessive boys, Remus and Moony are written as different characters.

Barty gets asked if you're single…

Barty leaned against the stone wall of the corridor, arms crossed and a lazy smirk playing on his lips as the boy in front of him tried to find his footing in the conversation. It was late enough in the evening that most of the students had cleared out, leaving the space quiet except for the faint echo of distant footsteps. The boy- what was his name? Probably irrelevant- was shifting his weight nervously, though he tried to mask it with a forced bravado.

“So,” The boy began again, licking his lips as though trying to sound casual. “You’re close with her, right? I mean, you two are always together.”

Barty raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening just a touch as he tilted his head- pulling the smoke from between his lips. “We’re friends,” Barty replied easily, though the word friends came out slow and deliberate, almost like a challenge.

The boy took a deep breath, seemingly bolstered by Barty’s nonchalant tone. “Right, yeah. I figured.” He hesitated, then plunged forward, clearly emboldened by the silence. “I was just wondering, you know… do you think she’d go for someone like me?”

Barty blinked. For the briefest moment, his expression was unreadable- like he hadn’t quite heard the question correctly. Then, like a switch being flipped, he grinned widely, his whole face lighting up as though the very idea had amused him to no end.

“You?” He repeated, laughter edging his voice as he uncrossed his arms and pushed off the wall. He took a deep breath of his smoke and let the ash slip onto the boy's shoe, who quickly shook it off. Barty gestured at the boy vaguely, as though considering his entire existence. “You’re asking if you would have a shot?”

The boy’s bravado faltered slightly at Barty’s tone, but he straightened his shoulders, forcing a confident nod. “Yeah. I mean, she’s nice to everyone, right? So I thought- ”

“Oh, that’s precious,” Barty interrupted smoothly, his voice warm but condescending. He stepped closer, his free hand sliding into his pocket, his green eyes glinting as he looked the boy over. “She is nice to everyone, isn’t she? That’s what makes her so…” He paused, pretending to search for the right word. “Enchanting, I suppose.”

The boy relaxed just a fraction at Barty’s seemingly complimentary tone, but Barty’s smile sharpened as he took another step forward.

“Here’s the thing,” Barty continued, his voice softening into something dangerously close to friendly. “You’re not a bad bloke, are you?” He flicked his robes, letting the smoke from his cigarette fill the boys senses. “Clean enough robes, decent enough grades- probably someone your mum’s very proud of. Real cookie cutter, yeah?”

The boy blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… I guess?”

Barty grinned wider. “See? Nothing wrong with you at all. And yet…” He trailed off, taking another hit before he blatantly blew the smoke into his face. Even then he still found himself leaning in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “She’s not for you.”

The boy coughed, shooing away the smoke, confused. “What do you mean? She’s not- ”

“Let me save you some time, mate,” Barty cut in smoothly, stepping around him as though they were taking a casual stroll together. “Do you know what she wants to be after she graduates? How she wrinkles her nose when she laughs too hard- how much she hates when someone brings it up? Or how she’ll hum to herself when she thinks no one’s listening? How to make her smile on her worst days?” He glanced back over his shoulder, his smile full of sharp teeth. “You don’t, do you?”

The boy shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Barty’s words. “No, but- ”

Barty whirled back to face him, the sudden movement causing the boy to flinch. “That’s the problem though, innit?” He said softly, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “You don’t know her. Not really. And she deserves someone who does.”

The boy looked frustrated now, his confidence cracking under Barty’s pointed gaze. “You’re just saying that because you think you’re better for her!”

Barty’s smirk vanished. The shift was subtle but immediate, the playfulness draining from his face as his eyes turned icy, pinning the boy where he stood. “Better for her?” Barty echoed softly, his tone devoid of its earlier amusement. “I’d destroy myself for her. I’d burn the whole bloody world down if it so much as thought about hurting her. I've spent years of my life making sure she'd never know fear when I'm around.”

The boy opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. Barty stepped closer, forcing him to back up until his shoulders hit the cold stone wall. Flicking out his cig and tossing it at his chest.

“You don’t understand devotion, mate,” Barty continued, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Not the kind that keeps you awake at night, wondering if she’s happy. Not the kind that has you ready to rip apart anyone who so much as looks at her the wrong way. That kind of love… it’s not for people like you.”

The boy swallowed hard, his eyes darting away as though trying to escape Barty’s unrelenting stare.

Barty tilted his head, the hint of a smile returning to his lips, though it held none of its earlier warmth. “But don’t worry,” he said lightly, taking a small step back. “I’m not angry. You’re harmless, really. Like a moth buzzing too close to something far too bright for you to touch. Happens to everyone who meets her.”

The boy shifted uneasily, his face pale as he tried to muster some shred of dignity. “You’re crazy,” He muttered under his breath.

Barty grinned at that, his eyes glinting with something almost feral. “Probably,” He admitted cheerfully, shrugging. “Just trust me mate. You wouldn't survive the competition.”

~~~

Regulus sees a guy trying to ask you out…

You were standing just outside the courtyard, the stone archways sheltering you and a nervous-looking Gryffindor boy from the cool autumn breeze. He’d stopped you after class, clearly trying to build up the courage to ask something. You were being polite, as always, listening with a soft smile while he stumbled over his words.

Regulus hadn’t been far, of course. He never was, though you hadn’t noticed him watching you from across the courtyard, his keen gray eyes narrowing slightly at the boy’s sudden presence.

“So, um,” the Gryffindor started, shifting on his feet and running a hand through his hair. “I was wondering if- uh- well, maybe you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Just us?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Oh- ”

Before you could finish, Regulus moved in like a shadow, silent and swift. Without a word, he appeared at your side and leaned down, resting his chin casually on your shoulder. The gesture startled you, your breath hitching as his weight settled comfortably there, familiar but intrusive all the same.

“Are you busy, ma moitié?” Regulus asked smoothly, his tone soft, casual, and laced with just a hint of amusement. He ignored the Gryffindor completely, acting as if he didn’t exist.

Your face turned slightly to the side, startled by his sudden proximity. “Regulus? What are you- ”

“We have that thing to do, remember?” Regulus murmured, his voice low but perfectly clear. He tilted his head, the movement brushing his hair softly against your cheek.

The Gryffindor frowned, his nerves quickly shifting to irritation. “What thing? I was just asking her something- ”

Regulus finally glanced at him, his gaze lazy and unbothered but chilling nonetheless. “How generous of you to interrupt,” he said coolly, his chin still perched on your shoulder as though he hadn’t a care in the world.

The boy bristled. “I didn’t interrupt- ”

Regulus cut him off with a small, sardonic smile, as though he were correcting a child. “You didn’t mean to, I’m sure,” he drawled. “But, you see, we have plans. So unless you’re particularly fond of wasting her time…”

You frowned slightly, your hand moving to nudge Regulus’s shoulder as if to make him move. “Reg, that’s not- ”

“Isn’t it?” Regulus replied smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

The Gryffindor’s face flushed, clearly caught off guard by Regulus’s presence and tone. He looked at you, frustration in his voice. “Look, I just wanted to- ”

“I think you should go,” Regulus said, his voice as light and polite as ever, though there was no mistaking the ice beneath it.

The Gryffindor hesitated, but Regulus’s unwavering stare pinned him in place. It wasn’t a glare- Regulus didn’t need to glare to be intimidating. His calm, unwavering confidence was sharp enough. After another awkward pause, the boy muttered, “Maybe another time.”

He turned and walked off, shoulders tense and ears red.

Regulus finally lifted his chin from your shoulder, straightening up with a look of faint satisfaction. You turned on him immediately, pouting a bit with your bottom lip jotted out- eyebrows furrowing and your arms crossed. “That wasn't very nice, Black.”

Regulus shrugged and wrapped his arm around your waist as he turned you away from the courtyard. “He’ll live.”

~~~

Sirius seeing someone flirt with you…

It was a lovely spring afternoon by the Black Lake. The sunlight filtered through the branches of the nearby trees, dancing over the rippling water. A cool breeze swept through the air, ruffling your hair as you sat cross-legged on a blanket, deep in conversation with a Slytherin boy.

The boy- someone vaguely familiar, you thought his name was Marcus- had approached you earlier in the day, something about needing help with Potions. He was pleasant enough, a bit shy, though you couldn’t help but notice how often he looked away or scratched the back of his neck when you smiled.

“…and, you know, it’s just the stirring,” Marcus was saying, his voice faltering slightly as his eyes darted to yours. “I keep- well, messing it up. Slughorn says I’m overthinking it.”

You offered a gentle smile, always patient. “It’s probably just nerves,” you reassured him kindly. “You’re better at it than you think, I’m sure. Do you want me to walk you through it?”

Marcus blinked, visibly perking up. “Oh- yeah, that’d be great, I mean- ”

“Ah, there you are,” Sirius Black’s unmistakable drawl cut through the serene afternoon like a thunderclap.

Both of you turned toward the voice, and there he was. Sirius stood at the edge of the blanket with his hands shoved lazily in the pockets of his trousers, the sunlight making his dark hair shine like ink. There was an unmistakable mischief in his gray eyes as he looked from you to Marcus and back again.

“Sirius,” You said with a mix of surprise and mild annoyance, straightening where you sat. “What are you doing here?”

“What, can’t a man visit his favorite girl?” He replied with a grin, though his gaze sharpened ever so slightly as it flicked toward Marcus. “You know, it’s dangerous out here by the lake. Giant squids, rouge bludgers, snakes- all that. Best you’re not left alone with someone… inexperienced.”

Marcus’s face flushed, clearly thrown off. “I think she’s doing fine, thanks,” he muttered, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.

Sirius smirked, as though that was the response he’d been hoping for. Without any preamble, he dropped onto the blanket beside you- practically on top of you- his long legs stretching out as he sprawled back against the grass like he owned the entire lakeshore.

“Merlin’s beard, it’s exhausting being me,” he said dramatically, folding his arms behind his head. “You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart? Just needed to rest my bones for a bit.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sirius, I’m kind of busy- ”

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” he said innocently, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth was anything but. “Go on, Marcus. You were talking about… stirring, was it?”

Marcus shot Sirius a pointed glare. “We were in the middle of something.”

“Were you?” Sirius replied, eyes gleaming with barely contained amusement. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You frowned, nudging him with your elbow. “Sirius, stop being difficult.”

“I’m not being difficult.” He purred smoothly, shifting just enough to rest his head against your shoulder, his hair brushing your neck as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just keeping an eye on you. Someone has to.”

Your face burned at the unexpected affection, though you tried your best to seem unbothered. Marcus, however, looked positively livid, his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” Marcus accused, glaring at Sirius.

Sirius blinked up at him, all mock innocence. “Me? What on earth would I be doing on purpose?”

“You know what- ”

“Marcus,” you interrupted, sighing as you tried to salvage the conversation. “Maybe we can pick this up later. It’s… getting a bit distracting.”

Marcus glanced at you, frustrated but resigned, his gaze lingering a moment longer before he nodded stiffly. “Sure. Later.”

He stalked off without another word, leaving you alone with Sirius, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“You’re an ass.” You huffed, finally shoving him off your shoulder.

Sirius sat up with a dramatic groan, smirking as he stretched out his arms. “Merlin, that was exhausting.”

You glared at him, exasperated. “What was that?”

“That, my dear,” Sirius said, grinning cheekily, “was me doing you a favor. You don’t honestly want to spend your afternoon discussing stirring, do you?”

“That’s not the point!” You argued, narrowing your eyes. “He was just being nice, and you scared him off!”

“Good,” Sirius replied smugly, lying back down with his hands behind his head. “Couldn’t risk losing you to someone boring.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I could be practical- real practical. We can talk about stirring.”

You huffed, trying to hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

Sirius turned his head to look at you, his grin softening ever so slightly as his stormy eyes held yours. “Besides,” he added, voice quieter now, “it’s much better when it’s just us, don’t you think?”

~~~

Remus finds you asleep on someone he doesn't know…

The Gryffindor common room was dimly lit, the fire burning low, its golden light casting lazy shadows across the walls. Most students had gone to bed, and silence blanketed the space, save for the occasional pop of burning wood.

Remus hadn’t been able to sleep. He’d lain awake for what felt like hours, restlessness gnawing at him as Moony clawed at the edges of his mind, pacing.

She’s not where she's supposed to be, Moony murmured, insistent and low, like a growl rumbling through his chest. Go to her. Find her.

It was nonsense, of course. You were probably curled up in your dormitory, safe and warm, and yet Moony’s unease bled into Remus, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and padding barefoot to the staircase. Just to be sure. Just to calm Moony.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the fire caught his eye first. Then he saw you.

You were curled up in a worn armchair by the fire, your head tilted to rest softly against the shoulder of a fifth-year boy Remus barely recognized. The boy sat stiffly, afraid to move, his expression somewhere between frozen panic and misplaced pride.

Moony stilled.

And then he snarled.

Get her up. She’s vulnerable.

Remus stopped in place, his breath catching as an instinct he couldn’t quite name surged through him. Moony’s anger wasn’t a loud roar this time- it was quiet, simmering like an ember. What’s he doing there? She’s asleep. He shouldn’t be near her. She's vulnerable.

Remus swallowed hard, his fingers twitching as he tried to steady himself. He didn’t want to startle you, and he didn’t want to scare the boy. He wasn’t angry- not really. But Moony… Moony didn’t understand manners.

Before he fully realized what he was doing, Remus moved forward. Quiet as a shadow, he stopped in front of the chair, his amber-tinged eyes fixed on the boy.

The younger Gryffindor glanced up nervously. “Oh. Uh- Lupin- she fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her.”

Remus didn’t say anything at first, his gaze shifting to you. Your breathing was soft and steady, one arm curled loosely under your head. Moony quieted just a little at the sight, though the wolf’s presence still pressed against Remus’s ribs, heavy and protective.

“She’ll be more comfortable in her own bed,” Remus said finally, his voice low and calm. “I’ll take her.”

The boy blinked, confused. “I- what?”

Remus lifted his chin slightly, his tone firm despite the gentleness in it. “You can go. I’ll make sure she gets to her dorm.”

The boy hesitated, but something in Remus’s steady gaze seemed to settle the matter. “Right. Yeah. Sure,” he mumbled awkwardly, carefully shifting out from under you. He moved to stand, glancing one last time at you before hurrying up the stairs, his footsteps fading into the quiet.

Remus let out a slow breath, crouching down next to you. Moony settled just a little further, content now that the boy was gone, but still restless, still protective.

She’s too exposed, Moony murmured. Wake her. Take her where she’s safe.

Remus hesitated, watching the way your lashes fluttered faintly against your cheeks as you stirred, your lips parting slightly as though searching for the warmth that had left. His heart tugged in his chest, guilt biting at him.

“Dovie,” He called softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out, his hand hovering over your arm for just a moment before gently brushing against your shoulder. “Up you get, lovely girl.”

You shifted with a quiet murmur, blinking blearily as your eyes fluttered open. “Mmm… Remus?”

“Hey.” He cooed, his lips curving into a small, careful smile. “You fell asleep down here.”

“Oh.” You blinked again, sitting up slowly and rubbing at your eyes. You looked around in confusion before your gaze landed back on him. “What time is it?”

“Late,” He chuckled, standing to his full height as he offered you a hand. “Come on. I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

You frowned sleepily, tilting your head. “You don’t have to do that.”

Remus’s jaw tightened faintly, and for a moment, he swore he could feel Moony’s growl rumbling deep inside him. She needs protecting. Don’t leave her here.

“I insist,” He said gently, his voice soft but brooking no argument. “You’ll sleep better in your own bed.”

You yawned, smiling at him as you took his hand. “If you say so.”

~~~

James steals the show from your newest admirer…

The Gryffindor common room was alive with its usual evening bustle- cards flying in midair from a game of Exploding Snap, the fire crackling merrily, and the low hum of chatter filling every corner. You were perched on the arm of one of the chairs, laughing softly as a chaser- Finn regaled you with a story from practice, his easy-going charm and dramatic hand gestures keeping you engaged.

Finn’s voice was lively, something about a Bludger mishap and the newest Beater, and you couldn’t help the bright smile it pulled from you.

James, sitting across the room with Sirius and Remus, had been halfway through a halfhearted game of Wizard’s Chess when he noticed.

“Prongs,” Sirius said, nudging him when his knight didn’t move. “Your move, mate.”

James didn’t hear him. His hazel eyes were fixed on the sight of you leaning just a little closer to Finn, laughing at something he’d said.

James sat up straighter, his jaw tightening.

“Earth to Prongs?” Sirius waved a hand in front of James’s face, earning himself a scowl.

“Do you lot know,” James said suddenly, his voice pitched loud enough to carry across the room, “about the time I stole Filch’s keys and locked him in his own office? Poor guy thought Peeves was after him.”

All at once, a ripple of laughter swept through the room. Students turned toward James with wide smiles and bright eyes, a chorus of, “No way!” and “You’ve got to tell us!” filling the air.

Finn faltered mid-sentence, glancing toward the growing crowd around James.

You shot Finn an apologetic smile, clearly torn between listening to the end of his story and the infectious energy that always followed your best friend. James’s grin was wide and charming as ever, his eyes twinkling mischievously- but when his gaze flicked to yours, something sharper lingered beneath the warmth.

He hadn’t stopped looking at Finn once.

“What happened?” One of the younger students urged eagerly, completely captivated by James’s easy charisma.

“Ah, you wouldn’t believe it,” James replied, leaning back in his seat as though he had all the time in the world. His voice was smooth, his confidence magnetic. “I’d hidden behind that big grandfather clock, you know the one? Filch swore up and down he’d heard a ghost- but he couldn’t figure out how the door locked from the outside. Poor bloke works at Hogwarts and still doesn't grasp magic!”

More laughter erupted, and James winked at you as if to say, See? Isn’t this better?

Finn glanced at you, clearly realizing he’d lost your attention entirely. “I, um… I guess I’ll finish the story later,” He muttered sheepishly.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You said, genuinely apologetic, but Finn was already waving you off.

“It’s fine. James has a habit of stealing the spotlight anyway,” he joked, though his tone wasn’t without a hint of frustration. He wandered off toward his dorm room, leaving you to turn toward James and his growing group of admirers.

Later, Sirius confronted James about his little stunt. Calling him jealous, James scoffs dramatically. “Jealous? Me? Please. I’m just looking out for her.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Looking out for her, or making sure no one else looks at her?”

James shrugs, a smug little grin tugging at his lips. “Same thing, really.”

[noblehouseofgay]

Regulus: *staring at james from across the courtyard*

Barty: he wants that cookie so fucking bad

Evan: *w h e e z e*

Regulus: *bright fucking red, shoves barty off the wall he was sitting on*

Barty: YK IM RIGHT BLACK

[sparkling-ariaria]

Marauders Era fics I read and want to keep...

*Complete fem or non-specific reader insert fics*Upd: 25.05.2023

Poor bunny by robynlilyblack - Remus x Reader Y/n doesn’t understand why her friends are lying to her every month, so on one full moon she follows them…

The girl with the books by solemnarration- Remus x Reader James and Sirius notice that it’s not the books that keep Remus in the library, and are determined to know whether you – the object of Remus’s affection – return his feelings.

Beautiful by acosmis-t - Remus x Reader Comforting insecure Remus.

The gist of it by yellow-berrys - Remus x Reader You’re meeting Remus’ mother for the first time, and it’s overwhelming for her how lovely the house is.

One where he teaches you how to play the Piano by proserpina-magnus - Regulus x Reader

From a distance by still-blue-sky - Regulus x Reader Reader has a major crush on the mysterious Regulus Black and has always observed him from a distance. She never thought that he would feel the same until proven otherwise late at night in the library.

A snake and his little bird by robynlilyblack - Regulus x Reader Y/n has been keeping her relationship with a certain Black brother secret, but when James starts investigating why she's always stealing the map she's in hot water.

Smart cookie by robynlilyblack - Sirius x shy!Reader Sirius needs a tutor for herbology and he happens to be granted the shiest girl in the world to help him, luckily, he happens to love that about her.

Dote on me by yellow-berries - modern!Sirius x Reader You are completely oblivious to the way Sirius black dotes on you, and think that the way you're infatuated with him is completely one-sided. But he begs to differ.

Dealbreaker by luveline - Sirius x Reader You work in a bookstore. Sirius keeps finding reasons to need books.

Forbidden words by padfootagain - Sirius x Reader You've been dating Sirius for a while now, and it's been going wonderfully well. However, when you finally confess that you love him, he find himself unable to say it back. It will take time for him to be ready to say these three forbidden words out loud, but if there's someone who can make him overcome his inner demons, it's you.

Pumpkin's father and your lover by justyoursimpleflower - Sirius x Reader Sirius and you find a kitten, apparently she is a matchmaker.

Vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche by acosmis-t - Sirius x Reader

Sirius drabble by sxriusblxck - Sirius x Reader Cuddling with Sirius after a long day spent together.

Still pretty by upsidedownwithsteve - Sirius x Reader Drunk Sirius, something cute and fluffy.

Sirius visits you at work by magicchai - Sirius x Baker!Reader Sirius showing up with flowers for his girl at work when she's having a bad day.

I can't focus because I can't keep you out of my head. by perpetuallydaydreaming - James x Reader 5 times James got distracted because of you.

Gorgeous distraction by gtgbabie0 - James x Reader James trying his best to study while you distract him.

And I love her by dilf-lover99 - James x Reader The 3 times James tries to get the girl and the 1 time he finally does. Or In which James Potter is hopelessly in love with his best friend.

You'll be in my heart by once-upon-an-imagine - James x Sister!Reader Hurt/comfort with James where a guy is making her very uncomfortable by hitting on her when James wasn’t there.

SB piece by familyvideostevie - grumpy!Sirius x sunshine!Reader Reader gets a phone call from Remus about her boyfriend moping away in a club.

E prometti domani a tutti parlerai di me by littlest-dark-age - Sirius x Reader Soft Sirius making a flower crown for his love.

Regulus dating someone from Hufflepuff by magicchai

Remus' remedy by magicchai - Remus x Reader Remus has the perfect remedy to fix his girlfriend’s migraines.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Cat's First Snow ❄️

You've ordered: cookies and cream ice cream! enjoy!

"Twenty-four to twenty-five, bae. Just stay with me." (partly inspired by "24 to 25" by Stray Kids)

animagus! Regulus Black x reader | word count: 1,492 words

Summary: it snows at hogwarts! but, guess who hates the cold? ❄️ (silly little drabble)

Warnings: a bit of cursing (lighthearted)! not really warnings, but: reader's favorite season is winter, regulus takes the animagus form of a cat.

Note: i swear, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this 🤭 yes, i'm reusing marauders/ skittles characters. again, i'm still getting caught up on marauders/ harry potter stuff in general. this fic is based on this post i made.

The courtyard grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were blanketed in a pillowy white layer of snow. Excitement emanated through the corridors and hallways of the school as students and faculty alike talked of taking pleasure in the wondrous winter display. Basically, everyone was ready for classes to end so they could go out and play in the snow.

Well...not everyone.

You see, your boyfriend, Regulus Black: he hated the cold. Hated with a capital H. Ever since he was a child, the Slytherin was never fond of the chilly weather of fall and winter, always wrapped to the nines in layers of sweaters and jackets. Not even a single wisp of cold air could touch him without him kicking up a fuss.

Obviously, this was a problem since you lived for the cold weather of winter. Getting to splurge on cute, fluffy sweaters, tins of flavored hot chocolate mix, and jars of various teas made your heart pound with joy. And of course, playing in the snow was just as fun.

"Boys versus girls snowball fight in ten minutes!" Evan yelled, throwing his scarf around his neck as he, Barty, and James made a mad dash down the hallway.

"Losers have to shove snow down their shirts!" Sirius chimed in, he and Remus following after the others.

"They're so immature." Pandora grumbled, rolling her eyes as she watched her brother run down the hallway like an idiot.

"I know right....But, we're winning the fight, right?" Marlene asked, nudging Dorcas in her side.

"Oh definitely." Dorcas responded, Lily giving them a thumbs up before looking around.

"Have any of you seen Y/n? I could've sworn they were just with us." Lily asked, the girls looking around in confusion.

Just where were you?

"Reg, please? It's not even that bad, I swear!" Oh, there you were, currently trying to persuade Regulus to come outside with you guys.

You knew it was a futile effort. He'd never agree.

"I don't care, I said I'm not coming." the stubborn Slytherin refused, tucking himself deeper into the blankets he had piled around him.

"You're being ridiculous."

"And what's so ridiculous about not wanting to freeze to death?" he quipped in a rather dramatic tone that made you bite back a laugh.

"Fine, I'll just go out myself. And have fun with the others..." you said, glancing over at Regulus to see if your words had affected him.

"Alright, have fun."

You frowned, getting up and buttoning up your jacket. "But even though I'll be with them, I'll still be a little...lonely. If only my boyfriend would come and keep me company...." Nothing.

"Y/n, I know what you're doing." he said, not even looking up from his book.

"Fuck you, Regulus Black." you groaned.

"Maybe after your snow day." he smiled to himself, knowing he got under your skin as he heard the door slam shut.

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"Look at him, all warm and cozy, while we're all freezing our asses off." Evan huffed. You were all peering in through the window of the common room, watching a familiar black cat enjoying the comfort of the fireplace.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" barty whispered to you, a sly grin on his pierced lips.

"Absolutely." you nodded, giving him the same grin as the two of you slipped away from the group. Yoi waited in the corridor, peeking through one of the windows.

Barty quietly stepped into the room, the black cat now stretching out on the couch. The Crouch boy carefully tiptoed over to the couch, leaning over it and giving regulus a smile. "Hey Reg...don't hate me too much after this."

The cat equivalent of a scream was heard as Barty swiftly scooped up the poor feline, shoving him into his coat. You had to try your best not to burst into a fit of laughter, your hand slapped over your mouth and body shaking. You watched as Regulus hissed and reached out with clawed paws, trying to scratch at Barty, who was scrambling out the door and over to you.

"Damn, he put up a fight." Barty huffed, handing you the obviously unhappy cat.

"Thanks, Crouchy!" you smiled, now shoving Regulus into your coat. He let out a meow of protest as you ran down the hall and out the large double doors.

You could feel Regulus jerk in your arms as the cold air washed over his fur. You pulled him out of your coat, playfully swinging him in your arms. then he saw it: the pile of snow you were about to fling him into.

"3...2...1!" you yelled, tossing him into the pillowy white snow. A startled "mrow!" left the black cat's throat as he landed into it with a soft thud. He poked his head out, the snow on his head practically melting with how seething he was.

"Oh come on, Reg. Have some fun! Look-? Wait, where's Sirius?" Your question was answered as you saw Padfoot running over to the group and slamming into the pile of snow.

Laughter filled the air as Padfoot popped his head out and shook out his snow covered fur that resulted in Regulus getting covered in snow once again. Padfoot playfully nudged the angry cat, licking over his fur. You knelt down and gently scooped Regulus back up into your coat, planting a soft kiss onto his head, right between his ears. the look on his face said "I hate you" but in a "You're lucky I love you" way.

After hours of snowball fights, snow angels, and building snowmen, the sun was finally beginning to set on your wintertime activities. Yoi all made your way back inside, Regulus snuggly tucked into your coat and poking his head through your scarf. When you two arrived at his dorm, he hopped out of your arms and scurried into his closet. A few moments later, regulus walked out, wrapped in a blanket and shivering rather dramatically.

"Don't ever take me out in the cold again." he said through chittering teeth.

"But, wasn't that fun? At least you were warmer in your cat form, no?" you teased, walking over to him and cupping his face in your hands.

"Cold!" he yelped, jumping back from the frosty touch of your fingers. A smirk formed on your face as you looked at your hands, then back at your boyfriend.

"Y/n, don't-" you stepped closer to him, his eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n- AH!" you immediately charged at him, chasing him around the room as he desperately tried to avoid your freezing cold hands.

"Get over here!" you giggled, cornering him against his bed. you moved to straddle him, your thighs on either side of his waist.

"Wait, Y/n, please!" the poor boy pleaded, trying not to laugh at the determined look in your eyes.

"I can't hear you!" you teased, quickly slipping your hands underneath the blanket and pressing them to his sides.

"GAH!" The yelp that left his throat had you laughing till your throat was sore, Regulus grabbing your wrists to get you off of him.

"Ah! Please, have mercy!" Regulus mumbled weakly, a shiver running through his whole body as you leaned closer to him, that ridiculous smirk still on your face.

"Want me to help you warm up?" you whispered, your warm breath wafting over his lips that twitched in response.

"I guess..." Regulus mumbled, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips.

You smiled at his attempt to seem upset, leaning over and softly kissing his pouty lips. An audible "mmm" rumbled through his chest as he slowly forgot about the icy touch of your hands that were creeping up his bare sides and focused on the warmth emanating from your body and the kiss.

As you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, you felt Regulus sneak his hands underneath your shirt, pressing his semi-cold hands to your skin. You yelped softly into the kiss, pulling away to scold him.

"Mhm, how do you like them apples?" the dark haired male quipped, earning himself a playful pinching of his sides.

"How about we both get changed into more comfortable, warmer clothes and we can cuddle up together in the common room, hm? I'll even make you that tea you like so much." Regulus couldn't pass up that offer.

"I'll think about it." That ultimately meant yes, your lips now pressing to his nose before letting him go.

The rest of the night was spent in the common room, you and the others chatting the night away and laughing over steaming mugs of hot chocolate and freshly brewed tea. Regulus was practically glued to your hip, curled up under a blanket with you and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

Even though he didn't like the cold, Regulus always felt all warm and fuzzy inside seeing just how happy you were whenever winter rolled around. ❄️

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Twenty-Four - The Night Before Christmas

576 words

@noblehouseofgay

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“You seem sad.”

“No,” Regulus denied. “Not sad.”

“No?” James leaned against the wall next to him. “Okay. What are you?”

“I’m,” Regulus paused, struggling to find the words. “I’m quiet.”

“You’re quiet?” James checked.

“Mmhm.” Regulus tapped gently against the wall, not sure how to explain. “I’m not - I’m not sad about anything. But I - I don't know.” He frowned. “It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Yes,” James replied. He sounded concerned. “It is Christmas Eve.”

“And I’ve never celebrated Christmas Eve before,” he admitted. “It - it wasn’t important in my house. We were supposed to be quiet so that they could focus on the important things for Christmas - the guest lists and such. So I know how to be quiet. I - I like being quiet, James.”

Regulus chanced looking at the other boy. “You aren’t quiet. It’s - here - it isn’t quiet. You have stories and cookies and music, and there’s this whole thing about it being the night before Christmas and I’m not used to any of it mattering. I’m not used to mattering - James, it’s loud here, everyone knows how to be loud and I don’t.”

James blinked, very obviously confused. “Are we being too loud for you? Do you need to hide in my room for a bit? Or yours, obviously.”

Regulus shook his head. “No, I - I have a room?”

“Of course,” James told him. “You’ve been staying in mine, but you have your own. It’s across from Remus’s.”

Regulus tried to process that, failed, and decided it was definitely a later problem. “Right. No, I don’t need to hide. I just don’t know how to stop being quiet, and I don’t think I really want to stop being quiet, but you guys aren’t quiet and I don’t want to ruin your evening.”

“Do you think it bothers us that you’re quiet?” James asked, voice colored with alarm. He stepped away from the wall, turning to face Regulus directly. “Reg, we love you however you are. If you like being quiet, then be quiet. It’s okay.”

Regulus met his eyes, heart pounding. “But none of you are quiet. Even Sirius isn’t like me, I - I don’t fit.”

“There is no one in the world like you,” James replied softly. “And that is not a bad thing. You’re quiet, and smart, and funny, and beautiful, and we are grateful to have you here. No one here wants you to be anything you’re not. I promise.”

Grateful.

Regulus swallowed hard, blinking away tears. “You said ‘we love you’.”

James nodded. “I did.”

“Did you - “ Regulus stopped, shaking his head. “Never mind. Thank you, James.”

“What were you going to say?”

Regulus took a deep breath. “Nothing important.”

James nodded, looking almost hesitant. “Hey, Reg?”

Hope flickered in his chest. “Yes?”

James took his hand, squeezing gently. “I love you.”

“You do?” Regulus asked, and immediately winced. “Merlin, sorry, that wasn’t a good reaction -”

“I do,” James interrupted, smiling. “I love you. I’m in love with you, just as you are.”

Regulus sucked in a breath, pulling his hand out of James’s so that he could wrap the other boy in a tight hug. “I love you, too.”

James hugged him just as tightly, and they stayed there for a bit.

It was safe, and quiet, and comforting in a way Regulus wasn’t used to yet.

But that was okay.

He would get there.

[fictionalsimp09]

Cookies

@noblehouseofgay - 342 words

Christmas has always been Regulus’ least favourite time of the year. What reason would he have to enjoy it? Forced to attend insufferable dinner parties, in a house that has never felt colder despite the effective warming charms and countless fireplaces. Watching the muggle neighbours have snowball fights in the street from his bedroom window, then going inside to hugs from their parents and gifts they actually want, not what their parents think would make their family look good.

He has always despised the winter, but this year is different. Because he doesn’t have to go back to that house ever again. Not since Sirius practically dragged him out of there, and while he hated the dramatics and protested profusely, Regulus is eternally grateful for his brother for doing that.

So much has changed since then. Regulus has moved in to the Potters’, he has (mostly) fixed his relationship with Sirius, and, the most surprising of all, he’s dating James Fleamont Potter. Needless to say, he has never been happier.

And, right now, confused. An owl he recognises as belonging to the Potters’ lands gracefully on the Slytherin table in front of Regulus, delivering a brown package. He carefully unwraps it, not wanting to break whatever is inside if it’s fragile, and reveals a box of the most delicious looking and smelling Christmas cookies he has ever seen. Regulus has to swallow to hold back his tears as he reads the note:

Regulus, I make Christmas cookies at the beginning of December every year and send a box to all of my boys. Feel free to share them with your friends (or eat them all yourself) and let me know if you like them. I will make different ones for you next year if you don’t, I won’t be offended.

Love, Effie

P.S Monty says he’s made progress on that potion you are working on together and that he can’t wait to show you during the holidays.

Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad when you have a loving family to spend it with.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Hater? I hardly know her

Barbies: Dorlene x you (more so Marlene and you dating and Dorcas lusting from afar)

Word: 1.6k

Summary: Dorcas hates you and your girlfriend but is it actually hatred or just misspelled horniness

Warnings: YOU WEAR A SKIRT AND GREEN LACE UNDERWEAR no genital or gendered pronouns or words used though, you flash a crowd and shake ass, Marlene is Marlene, Dorcas is pissed you guys are so hot, you and Marlene are very comfy with pda, tabletop dancing, broom closet shenanigans, I sleepy I think that's it, definitely not inspired by Lunch by Billie I don't even know where you would get that idea from you're crazy you're acting crazy rn

Dorcas hated you. And your stupid girlfriend, Marlene. At first, she just thought you were both pretty and then she realized how fucking annoying you both were. Was it truly necessary for Marlene to flirt with her during quidditch practice? Did you really have to wink at her every time you made eye contact? Not to mention the fact that you two were so far down each other’s throats all the time she was shocked either of you knew it was day. She hated that you were both so attractive and knew it. You both needed the strongest serving of humbling she has ever prescribed. Dorcas decided that’s exactly what she would do, humble y’all bitch asses.

Every time Marlene flirted, Dorcas insulted her. As harsh as she could. She snarled at you every time you looked at her. However, this seemed to backfire. Her rudeness seemed to make you both like her more. Marlene was even more flirtatious and you tried multiple times to start a conversation with her. She hated the both of you with a strong passion.

You and Marlene picked up on her bad vibes. You both just assumed that you had done something wrong. Your attempts to rectify the problem only seemed to make it worse. Marlene wasn’t a quitter. She decided you all would become friends or more if it was the last thing she did.

With the latest quidditch win under the Slytherin’s belt, Dorcas was excited for the following party. Barty had triple her excitement, he loved parties. The crowd gave him attention, unlike his father, and booze. Barty also liked kissing his boyfriend in the dim lighting. Evan enjoyed parties in the way someone might enjoy baking; it’s nice every once in a while, gets tiresome if frequent, and you get a treat at the end. While he didn’t get a cookie at the end of every party he did get an extra cuddily Barty. Pandora enjoyed them less. They were quite loud and she preferred to stare out the giant glass wall to watch the fish. If Pandora’s enjoyment of parties was in the basement then Regulus’ enjoyment of parties was in hell. He hated them. Too loud, too many people, too much B.O., terrible music, and stupid people became stupider with alcohol. Normally within the first hour Regulus and Pandora had snuck off to the Black Lake, party be damned.

Dorcas was enjoying her time at their party, glad her hard work in practice paid off. She danced with Evan and Barty. There was a massive grin across her face. Until she heard cheers on the other side of the room. Not an odd thing, usually means someone did a fancy trick with their dancing or someone fell, but something about these cheers made her uneasy. Dorcas scanned the crowd, snagging on the two heads over the others. You and fucking Marlene. Dorcas was a hater through and through. As a verified hater, she knows if you want to do it right you have to see your victims’ highest point so you can bully them as it happens.

Dorcas left Barty and Evan, weeding through the crowd. Eventually, she was standing right up against the coffee table you and your girlfriend were dancing on. It was sickening how good you both looked. People shouldn’t be more attractive just because they were standing on a piece of furniture. Marlene was standing behind you, her hands traveling more than they should in such a public space. Your arms were stretched over Marlene’s shoulders, your back pressed to her chest with your head thrown back. One of Marlene’s hands was resting just under your belly button while the other was on the side of your neck. Marlene’s head was turned to your neck. All the while both your hips were moving with the beat.

Your position reminded Dorcas of a vampire and their lover who is also into biting. She snarled at the thought of you both enjoying this. As if she sensed her hatred, Marlene's eyes shot open, meeting Dorcas’ immediately. Dorcas clenched her jaw and tilted her head up. Dorcas saw a flash of Marlene’s grin pressed to your neck before she pulled back. You pulled away from each other, somehow dancing apart was more attractive than together. Dorcas didn’t think much while watching the both of you prance on top of your lofty 16-inch tall coffee table. Well not much other than ‘fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou’.

With the new song, you both seemed to regain your lust for one another, meeting each other in the middle of the table. Your hands were grabbing and pulling each other, hitching the hems of clothing up just an inch. Dorcas wasn’t sure which one of you she hated more. Marlene with her band shirt and tight leather shorts. Or you with your stupid short skirt, and shirt that was very shirty. Dorcas was losing her vocabulary that’s how bad your dancing was, defentily wasn’t Marlene’s ass peaking out the bottom of her shorts.

Before Dorcas’ mind could catch each of your movements you were bending over right in front of her. Marlene flicked your skirt up, though it was already very revealing. Marlene leaned foreward and rested her elbows on your back before dropping one hand to sit in front of one elbow while her other hand held up her face. Marlene made a bored face while she shook back and forth from your hip movements. Dorcas wanted to be better than the boys cheering and screaming behind her but your ass was fully in her face. She glanced, not stared, fine she glanced for a long time. Dorcas commited the image to her memory.

You had on green lacey underwear. It made her eye twitch. Even worse, it was a little difficult to see with all the shaking but she noticed a slightly faded hickey to the left, and on the right side avoiding the hem of your underwear was her jersey number. Drawn around it were tiny little hearts that looked eerily similar to the ones she saw Marlene doodle on her page.

Unfortuentually Fortuneally, it ended quickly. Marlene stood up. She slapped your ass. Dorcas noticed how for a split second she squeezed it. You took this less as an offense and more as a signal, standing up and spinning around. You glanced down at Dorcas, winking at her before pulling Marlene in to you. You must've gotten bored with dancing because you jumped off the table. You helped Marlene get off the table before you both dissapeared into the crowd.

Dorcas returned to where she left Barty and Evan, finding them making out next to a wall. Dorcas gripped the back of Barty’s shirt, pulling him back. Barty whined. Dorcas sighed, slipping between the two of them.

“I just got flashed.” Evan groaned.

“Someone I know?” Evan asked. Dorcas shook her head.

“It unfortunately was a little hot.” She muttered, hoping it got drowned out by the music. Barty sloppily patted her shoulder in sympathy.

“The worst kind of flashing,” Barty said, a little too loud in Dorcas’ ear.

With the party slowly dragging on, she started to notice the lack of you and Marlene. Dorcas wanted to judge you vocally to your face how could she do that with you not here? She assumed you both left, maybe flashing a whole crowd was enough for one night. Dorcas watched in disappointment as a rowdy student flung a glass vase at the wall. She sighed as she left the commonroom to get a dustpan, already envisioning someone weilding a shard as a weapon. Dorcas swung the broom closet door open. She froze when she saw you and Marlene.

Marlene had your back pressed against the wall. Her lipstick was smeared across your mouth and neck. Dorcas glanced down. Marlene’s hand was shoved down your green underwear, the fabric bunching around Marelene’s wrist. Dorcas let out a deep sigh, ignoring you both staring at her. She reached around Marlene pulling out the broom and dustpan.

“You can join.” you whispered. Dorcas paused, slowly flickering her eyes to you. She thought about it more than she should’ve. A quiet moment passed before she quickly spoke up.

“Ew, no.”

“You sure? We can go to not a broom closet.” Marlene offered, her hand slowly slipping up to your belly button. Dorcas stared at you both.

“Are you guys serious?” She made a snarl but the more she thought of her jersey number on your right ass cheek and Marlene’s hands traveling on her body the more she started to lose her strength.

“Deadly.”

“No, I’m Marlene.” You smacked Marlene’s shoulder. Dorcas shivered at Marlene’s bad joke.

“You’re absolutely insane if you think I’d ever sleep with you dickheads, I do have a few standards.” Dorcas said, rolling her eyes. Marlene grinned at her. You stared at her with those stupid convincing puppy eyes.

“Would you join if we said pretty please with sugar on top?” Marlene asked. Dorcas reached out and bonked her on the head with the dustpan.

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” You flashed Dorcas your pretty smile that made her give you the answers to a test months ago. Dorcas stared up at the ceiling letting out the groanest groan of all time before meeting eyes with you both again.

“I’ll consider it.” Marlene quickly raised her hand for a high five, your skirt falling back down. You shook your head. Marlene switched hands, and you happily high-fived her.

”Hey Cassy, why did you-“ Barty paused as his head popped over the edge of the door. He looked between you three. You awkwardly waved. Dorcas patted his shoulder, handing him the broom and dustpan.

“We’ll talk. Soon.” Dorcas said, winking at you on her way out the door. She shut it behind herself, pushing Barty back towards the commonroom. Dorcas most definitely did not hear Marlene squeal as she left and she was most definitely not cut out for the hating business.

[calamitoustide]

gabby give me some of your regulus raising Harry thoughts please :) to distract you from wanting to kill urself

anon let me tell you this ask just made me burst out laughing sure I'll give you some of my thoughts

There's the case of Regulus coming into Harry's life later in life which I have written about... but I quite like myself some Regulus being with Harry from the start and that's what I'll talk about.

I don't see Regulus wanting to have kids at first, he thinks he'll never have them and will never want anything to do with them. Though I don't think it's him necessarily not "wanting" kids, I think it's very complicated and kinda twists up inside himself. (though I have written a Regulus who has never and will never want kids and I love that idea too) I think he's scared of bringing a child into this world and raising it, doing right by it. He doesn't think he's fit for it. It's a combination of many things that could possibly change this and it depends on the au or situation.

It could be Sirius and him reconnecting with Andy and meeting Nymphadora. Even if she's not a baby when they meet I feel like being around kids would be good for Regulus. He would still have a lot to work through but he finds himself enjoying "parenting" a kid much more than he thought he would even if he isn't a parent himself. I feel like one night he'd be babysitting Nymphadora and work himself into such a bad panic attack that he has to call Sirius to come and help him because he realizes fuck i might want this and fuck what does that mean? How is he meant to be a parent when his parents never showed him.

I also love teacher Reg (as we know) and I feel like his students would be an equal substitute instead. Being around them would make him think about it.

Anyway! Once Regulus has Harry he is very... stressed about everything. He doesn't do good with punishments and he gives Harry everything he wants which is something they obviously have to work on and James is right there next to him the entire time showing him that is is okay and they're not hurting Harry by telling him he can't have cookies right before bed.

I also don't think Regulus would want to work while having Harry, or at least he's want to work at home for the first five years or before he starts school. He'd want to be there for every moment, not strangling him but he would want to be able to comfort him when he needs it. he wants to show Harry that he's always there for him. Of course, he can do that and have his job and it's a conversation but I just feel like once they have Harry he is Regulus' top priority. Not that he's not James' but it comes out in different ways.

I also think Harry would make Regulus have little tea parties with him, or something similar. Harry would have a little kitchen set and he'd sit Regulus down at a little table he simply can't fit at and take his order. Regulus would give in to everything he wants with the widest smile on his face, and James would take so many fucking pictures of them. Regulus would get all embarrassed but James would look at them all the time he can't help it.

I've been talking for a while, but lastly I don't think Regulus would want Harry playing Quidditch. I know there's the whole argument between James and Reg about what position Harry would be... but if I'm being honest Regulus' vote would go for not on the team at all. Obviously he would support him but he knows exactly what goes into Quidditch and the injuries that could happen and he would want to put his foot down so bad and force Harry to not try out. The only reason he doesn't is because James convinces him Harry deserves to be involved in the things he loves, even the terrifying ones.

Regulus would have a heart attack when he found out Harry got on the Quidditch team at 11, and would want to kill James for being over the moon about it.

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

Something I hate that always always comes up, when this fandom is given the opportunity to vote for characters to get updates or get chances to be apart of anthologies, this fandom will always with out fail pick the easiest to digest, most cookie cutter, sweet, “good” character.

Any character who’s even SLIGHTLY complex or morally grey will never ever get a chance to shine/ get the opportunity for something because this fandom refuses to see these characters as nuanced , complex or grey or anything of the sort. It’s either good or bad with y’all and that thinking takes away so much.

It’s boring and annoying knowing that if you like any of the semi complex characters they will never get a chance in this fandom when put up against a “good guy” see Blake Vega Regulus Marcus Kody Alexis Quinn getting pushed aside.

Get some taste and grow up.

(Also hot take I do not want hot boi summer, I want the stories to get going, it has been fluff for months I’m over it)

-🌠

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[kquil]

THE PICNIC : 1K MILESTONE

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OPEN ON : 13/08/23 | CLOSED ON : 01/09/23 ⏤(dd/mm/yy)

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welcome to the picnic! this is held in celebration for my 1k followers milestone and will be in honour of the tradition my close friends and i have of going on a picnic to celebrate each other's birthdays or holidays

this is my thank you to everyone for helping me reach this milestone and for always being so kind and supportive of me in my time here, my moots especially! they have a special place in my heart, and therefore, get a special slice of cake! but don't worry, you darlings can still enjoy the event too!

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i. i only write reader interest for the marauders era (sirius b, james p, remus l, peter p, regulus b,) ii. there is no limit to how much you want participate iii. i do not write nsfw 18+ content sorry iv. if you are my moot, don't feel pressured to only have a slice of cake v. feel free to request for multiple marauders and even poly vi. don't feel bad about requesting for the first time through this event or for not following me for long or for not following me at all - lets just have fun! vii. some requests may take longer than others so please bear with me viii. feel free to request for multiple things, i don't mind ... i may add more rules later

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do you hate regulus

Depends on which version of Regulus you are speaking of. Canon Regulus? I think he was a bad person but an extremely nuanced and interesting character. Fanon Regulus? No, I do not like how he has been characterized and it’s vastly different from how I see him, which is a matter of opinion. 

I am open about the fact that, if there is information about the characters in the books, which is the case with Regulus, I will use that when it comes to creating my perception of them. 

In my opinion, based on what we know in the books, Regulus was extremely proud of being a Black and of being a pure-blood wizard and did indeed subscribe to ideologies of pure-blood supremacy. I do not think he was abused but I do concede he could have felt pressured to be the perfect son due to how he saw Sirius being treated for stepping out of the mold. (But in general, I disagree with the fandom view of Walburga and Orion crucio-ing Sirius and Regulus for eating the last cookie in the jar. I think that’s another simplistic headcanon the fandom has created.) I think overall he had a decent relationship with his parents because he did not step out of the mold. 

Now, regarding the death eater situation, I do not believe he was forced. I think people tend to heavily associate the concept of pure-blood supremacy with Voldemort and his death eaters and that shows in this scenario. The concept existed thousands of years before Voldemort was born. He did not create it, he used it to manipulate pure-blood wizards into serving him. You can be a pure-blood supremacist and not be a death eater or have any interest in being one or take Voldemort into any sort of regard. 

Orion and Walburga were in school at the same time as Voldemort. You know, when Voldemort began gathering his earliest supporters. They were in the same House as he was, sharing a common space and yet, neither of them were ever supporters. It’s easy to assume they had no interest. The Black family has a known family tree dating back to the 1800s and they were all pure-blood supremacists and yet the first one who joined Voldemort was Bellatrix. What reason would Walburga and Orion have to force their only son (they most likely did not view Sirius as their child after he left) into joining a DEs, knowing he would be risking death or life imprisonment? 

I think Regulus joined willingly because he, in his teenage immaturity, believed that was what he wanted, he too was roped into it by Voldemort’s promises of that perfect pure-blood society. Here’s the thing, I fully believe what Sirius said about him being horrified by what he was asked to do. Because while I believe Regulus was and died a pure-blood supremacist, I do not believe he was cruel enough to torture and kill people, even if he considered them inferior. I think he was a bigot but I do not think he was cruel and a murderer. Like I said above, I think he has nuance. 

After what Voldemort did to Kreacher, which led to him finding out about the horcruxes, I think that is when he realized that Voldemort did not care for all the promises and he was simply after immortality and power and was using him and people like him as tools. And he found himself between a rock and a hard place because he did not have the stomach to carry out what was demanded of him, he no longer had any faith on the man he swore to serve and he knew all his promises were bullshit, so he has two options - he hides like a coward, knowing he will be found and killed eventually or he goes down fighting to take Voldemort down and he picks the second option because he was a proud man and wouldn’t hide like a coward. I don’t think it has anything to do with him renouncing his beliefs because his beliefs existed outside of him being a death eater. 

This is an interesting story that was completely written off because people don't actually want to be fans of bad people. Fanon Regulus is a victim of everyone around him -- his parents for abusing him and forcing him, his brother for abandoning him. He's never accountable for anything. He's a whiny little boy, which is a diservice to who he was in the books.

[puppy-coded]

Together Forever {R.B.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: food mention, dark magic, reader and Reggie being rebels at some point, kids

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Regulus Black x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2351 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s been a fun life with Regulus. You just know he loves you. im bad at summaries okay

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Requested by @ell0ra-br3kk3r​ and a quick reminder that requests are open

The Black family. Most prominent family in the wizarding world at the time. Yet they lurk in Knockturn Alley when they need things.

They stopped by a dingy little shop that sold most dark items but was especially known for beautiful heirloom copies of books. Books and books filled with dark magic.

It was a shame that they were so ornate.

“Ah! The Black family. My best customers.” A man standing behind the counter greeted.

Walburga Black, the worst of them all, cracked a small smile at the greeting. “Only because you’re the only shop in Knockturn Alley that sells the gorgeous books we desire.” 

The man chuckled and leaned over the counter to look at a little boy, about seven, with dark hair.“And who’s this?” The man asked.

Walburga kept the small smile on her face as she brushed the hair out of the little boy’s face. “It’s our little Regulus.” 

The man smiled kindly at young Regulus. “You’re about the same as my little girl. Let me get her for you.” 

The man went into the back room and came back with a little girl around six or seven.

“(Y/N), say hi to little... what was it?” The man asked Walburga.

“Regulus sir,” Little Regulus piped up.

Your father patted you on the shoulder with a suggestion. “Why don’t you go in the back and play while Mr. and Mrs. Black and I discuss some things. Sound good?” He asked little you.

“Okay.” You shrugged, going back into the room and waving Regulus with you.

You two talked about the usual things that six- and seven-year-olds usually talk about. It was fun for the both of you.

And that was the start of an everlasting bond between little you and Regulus.

Years later you were on Regulus’ shoulders, trying to reach the cookie jar on the top shelf. 

“Won’t you parents be mad that we got cookies without asking?” Regulus asked, struggling a little.

You were so close. You felt your fingers brush the ceramic pot and grunted. “Only if they- A little higher please Reg... Thanks! Only if they find out.” You told him.

Regulus wheezed under the pressure of another human on his shoulders. “Don’t they... have... eyes... everywhere?” He asked the best he could.

You kicked him a little and he put you down. Not before you got the cookie jar though.

“Were you not listening?” You asked, taking a cookie out. “If they find out. They won’t.”

Inseparable.

Eleven-year-old you was kicking your feet out as you looked out the window.

“What do you think your house is gonna be?” You asked suddenly, turning to your friend.

Regulus shrugged and looked down before answering. “I hope it’s Slytherin.”

You felt yourself make a face at his choice of house. “Why?”

“I don’t want my parents to be mad at me like they are with Sirius.” He admitted. “I don’t want that.”

“Oh.” Was all you had to say to your friends answer.

“What house do you hope you get?” He asked in return, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Slytherin.” You responded plainly.

Now it was his turn to make a face. “Why?”

“Because I’m bad at making new friends,” You stated.

You two did everything together.

Regulus had dragged you out to the quidditch field to practice with him one-on-one since no one else would. 

“Regulus I am not playing quidditch with you.” You huffed. “I need to go back to my Runes homework.” 

He was your best friend but no.

“Why not?” He asked, putting his free hand on his hip.

You just stared incredulously. “I’m scared of heights! No!”

“Come on, don’t be a square,” Reggie taunted.

You crossed your arms with another huff. “I’m not a square. Just don’t wanna get hurt.”

“How do you survive flying class?”

“Barely.” 

“Not the question.” He said, waving his broom at you.

At least, you did almost everything together.

“Regulus. I don’t know how to feel about this.” You whispered in the middle of the crowded store. “This goes against everything our parents stand for.”

“Come on, live a little!” Regulus said, grabbing another jacket. 

Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “No thanks. I choose life.”

“But look! It’s blue! And, here,” He said, grabbing a random hoodie off the metal clothes rack. “This hoodie is almost exactly your style.”

“They’re muggle clothes.” You reminded him.

He rolled his eyes in response. “And?”

“No.”

“Alright. I’ll live in comfort while you don’t.” He said, sticking his tongue out at you.

You shrugged, almost indifferent to his antics. “I’m fine with that. As long as I live.”

Eventually dating.

A seventeen-year-old Regulus burst into your room with his hands behind his back, clearly excited about something. “I have a present for you!”

You jumped at the suddenness but smiled nonetheless. “What is it Reg?”

“I got you a bear for your birthday.” He stated proudly, holding out the stuffed toy for you.

You put a hand to your chest and poked your lip out. “Aww! You shouldn’t have!”

“It’s, um... you know, no big deal.” He said nervously. “Press his paw.”

You did and you instantly heard Reggie’s voice... but in the bear. “Wanna go out? I have a plan. It’s not a good one but I have one.”

You beamed up at Regulus when it was done. “Reggie! I’d love to!” 

Regulus smiled shyly back at you. “Great. I was hoping you’d say that. Come on, it’s your birthday-dinner-slash-date.”

Establishing your favorite type of date night.

Three years later, he found this beautiful spot. It was a beautiful cliff with the ocean below. The waves crashing against the shore softly had locked in the spot as an instant favorite.

“This place is beautiful Reg!” You exclaimed.

Regulus smiled at you, putting the picnic basket down. “Thanks. I found it while I was... uh... doing stuff.”

“What stuff?” You asked.

“Hiking and shit.”

“Ew.”

Regulus nodded. “Yeah, it’s the last time I hang out with the human golden retriever, Remus, and Sirius.”

“Makes sense.” You said, spreading your blanket on the ground. “I would hate it too.”

“Hey babe?” Regulus asked.

“Hm?” You hummed, sitting down and getting things out of the basket.

He took a deep breath before sitting down with you. “I have a very important question for you.”

“Okay. What is it?” You asked casually, not at all picking up on Regulus’ nervousness.

“Would you, like, wanna marry me?” He asked just as casually.

Your head snapped up. “Of course!”

Regulus smiled. “Good. Because I wanna marry you.”

“Good!” 

“Good.”

Surviving marriage...

You had been cleaning all day and you were just about to go take a nap when you saw it.

“Reg. What the hell is this?” You asked, pointing at the offending object.

He got up and looked confused at what you were pointing at. “Um... a pan?”

You looked mad at his response. “A dirty pan! In the sink! After I just did the effing dishes!” You told him angrily.

We wrapped you in his arms, knowing that it would calm you down. “I’m sorry mon ange I completely wasn’t paying attention.”

You returned the hug and squeezed slightly. “I didn’t mean to get loud. I’m just stressed. Work had been crazy and being an auror is terrible. I just want a clean house so I can relax,” You sniffled.

Regulus kissed the top of your head and rested there. “Love, you’re going to scrub your fingers to nubs. You’ve had us scrubbing all day.”

“Maybe I should... take a break,” You admitted.

“I think that would be best.” Reggie agreed, leading you to your bedroom.

... And kids together.

“Regulus. You suck.”

“I didn’t mean to get you pregnant,” He defended.

“This is all your fault.” You said, crossing your arms.

Regulus did the same. “It takes two to tango.”

It suddenly sank in. What this meant for the both of you. “I’m not ready to be a mom.” You moved your hands to your face in panic, your mind filling with all the worst case scenarios.

Regulus raked a hand through his hair. “I don’t think Sirius is ready to be an uncle.”

You gripped his arm as hard as you could with a panicked look. “How are you so calm? Why are you so calm? I’m freaking out!”

“Because it’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be.” Your ever-so-helpful husband said.

Clearly, it was not the right response.

“You’re not the one pushing a watermelon out of yourself,” You reminded him.

“I mean...”

“No! I’m mad at you because of this.” You huffed, walking out of the room to leave Regulus alone.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a dad?” He said to himself, not completely understanding what just happened.

Eventually it all dwindled down...

After a long and laborious 16 hours, you saw Regulus tear up for the second time in his life. You two were given a few minutes to yourselves to admire your new child.

“Stop! Why is our daughter so cute?” You asked Regulus.

He smiled softly at the baby and kept his voice at a whisper. “I don’t know but I love her.”

“Can you get Siri in here?” You requested. “I need his commentary.” 

“Sure darling.” He kissed your forehead and left to get Sirius.

Regulus went into the waiting room and shook his head at how dramatic his brother was being. To be fair, Sirius was excited for his niece to enter the world. Probably more excited than you two were.

Sirius came in with so many balloons with Remus in tow. Remus had quite a few bags in his hands, probably full of things for your daughter. Sirius had tied all the balloons to the end of your hospital bed before coming up to you.

You held up your baby the best you could when you saw him. “How cute is our baby?”

Sirius chuckled and held your daughter carefully, protectively. “You’re giving me baby fever. Remus we need one!”

“No!”

Sirius shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

You beckoned Reggie over and whispered. “Understand why I needed his input?”

“And now that you have a kid, hopefully you don’t need my brother’s input anymore,” Sirius chimed in.

“Oh my god. Sirius shut up!” Responded a very, very pink Regulus.

“Have you thought of a name yet?” Remus asked, mostly to distract the brothers for a moment or two.

Regulus took a deep breath and started in on the backstory to introduce the final choice. “We’ve been talking about it for months but now... I think it’s final. We do want to keep up using star names. It’s tradition at this point...”

Sirius shushed him and held up a finger. “I didn’t need a monologue. What’s her name?”

“Astra.” You responded, grabbing Reg’s hand. “It means ‘of the stars’.” 

“It’s beautiful.” Sirius said quietly, repeating the name over and over again.

... then picked up...

Sleep was nonexistent and so was your sanity. You and Reg were getting ready to go to drop off Astra at Sirius’ since he offered to be “Uncle of the Year.” You and Reg took him up on it because, let’s be real, parenthood kinda sucks. 

You were almost packed when you remembered that you needed to put her food in the bag. It’s an important part of being a human after all.

“Food. Where’s her bottle?” You asked an equally tired Reggie.

Regulus held up an empty hand before realizing i was empty. “Um... I just had it.”

“Did we lose it?” You asked. “I can make another one. She’s going to be there all day. I should make more for just in case.”

Regulus shook his head. “No... no. I got it... it’s... Ha! Here!”

“Great! Now we need to get...” You looked around, not seeing your kid anywhere. “Where’s our baby? Where’s Astra?”

“Babe, calm down.” Reggie tried, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Astra! Come on! Come here girly.” You called and clapped as it she was a dog.

Regulus looked over his shoulder and smiled. “She’s in her car seat by the door.”

“God I need sleep.” You told him. “Glad Sirius offered today.”

... then it was still...

“Mommy! Mommy!” Astra called, running and giggling through the house and into the kitchen where you were.

“Yes dear?” You asked, putting the plate down.

Astra grabbed your hand and started tugging on you. “You wanna have a tea part with me, daddy, Uncle Siri, and Uncle Moony?”

“Sounds full darling.” 

“Please? We only have four and need an even number!” The five-year-old begged, tugging on your arm harder.

You let her lead you to her room. “Can’t argue with that logic.”

Regulus, Sirius, and Remus had all stuffed their legs under a table meant for kids with their make up clearly done by the five year old girl. The bright pink boas and tiaras really pulled their outfits together.

“She’s lucky we love her,” Reggie grumbled.

“Speak for yourself little brother. I look fabulous!” Sirius stated, flipping his pink boa around his neck.

... And all was well...

Little Astra had crept through the house into your room, clutching her favorite bear. 

She got to your side of the bed and tapped you until you woke up.“Mommy. I had a bad dream.”

You pcked up the blankets, inviting her to crawl into bed with you and Regulus. “Come here baby. You can sleep with us. Right Reg?”

“Mhm... anytime baby...” He mumbled, still mostly asleep.

Astra giggled at his response. “I don’t think daddy heard you.”

“He’s just tired. So is Mommy.” You told her, laying her down.

“So is Astra.” She said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“Then go to sleep. Or the giant spiders’ll get’cha.” You joked, making your hands move similarly to a spiders legs.

“Stop giving our child nightmares,” Reggie ordered. 

You giggled softly and wrapped your arms around your daughter.  Regulus turned over and wrapped his arms around his two girls.

And all you needed was your little family.

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Fourteen - Feast

1,063 words

@noblehouseofgay

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The phone rang once before his brother picked up. “Reg?”

“Don’t laugh,” Regulus warned him. He blew out a breath, looking at the ingredients laid out on the table. “I want to cook dinner for James.”

There was a suspicious silence on the other end of the phone.

“Sirius?”

There was a quiet clicking sound. “Yeah, sorry, I had it on mute for a second.”

Regulus’s eyes narrowed. “You were laughing at me.”

“No!” Sirius claimed. “Well. Okay, a little bit. Reggie, you know you’re wonderful at a lot of things, right? Like, absolutely brilliant.”

“…yes, I know.”

“Right,” Sirius agreed. “So, you know, you don’t have to worry about the fact that you shouldn’t try to cook. You love James too much to give him food poisoning.”

“Sirius!” Regulus growled. “I got all of the ingredients for the chili his mom used to make him from his email. But he didn’t email himself the recipe, and I’m hopeless at this kind of stuff, but it’s her birthday today and I know he misses her so I’m trying to make the meal she always made him.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Sirius replied. “Okay, now I do feel bad for laughing at you. Do you want me to text you the recipe or do you want me to talk you through it?”

“I’ll manage if you text it,” Regulus said, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure.

“Alright. Call me if you need help.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I won’t.”

Two hours later - thankfully - he had a pot of chili on the stove simmering.

Exactly on time, there was a knock on the front door.

Regulus glanced anxiously at the chili before going to open it, standing back so that Remus could come inside. “Did you get everything?”

“Yeah, Sirius actually made most of it,” Remus replied, bringing the large, insulated bag to the kitchen. “Because he’s better at it. He didn’t tell you?”

“No.” Regulus frowned, making a mental note to yell at his brother later. Or maybe to thank him. Maybe both, now that he thought about it. “Okay, help me set it up.”

“I know, I’m doing it,” Remus mumbled, already setting the containers down. “Okay, so -” he tapped each container as he spoke. “Homemade bread, cookies, tea, and mini cakes from Effie because she’d already made some and wanted James to have them when she heard what we were doing.”

Regulus nodded. “How did you get cakes from Mrs. Potter?”

“She hadn’t left for her cruise yet and Sirius was talking to her over the phone. He got them last night.”

He was definitely going to yell at his brother. Sirius wasn’t allowed to be thoughtful without telling him.

“And he called me sweet,” Regulus grumbled, setting everything nicely on plates. He surveyed the table when they were done, looking over everything. “I think it looks okay.”

“It looks great, Reg. Like a little feast,” Remus told him. He held up the bag. “I’m going to go before James gets here, but don’t panic, okay? You did a great job, he’s going to love it.”

“Yeah, okay.” Regulus tried not to sound anxious. “See you later.”

Remus stepped forward and gave him a quick hug. “Don’t panic.”

“I’m not,” Regulus insisted. ‘”Go home. I’ll text you later.”

The apartment felt too quiet once Remus had left. Regulus knew James would be home any minute now.

He lit candles to improve the atmosphere. Then he stirred the chili. Then he forced himself to take some deep breaths.

Eventually - finally - he heard the sound of James’s key in the door.

Regulus met him in the entryway. “James! How was work? How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright,” James replied, giving him a tired smile. “I called mom, wished her a happy birthday.”

“You’ll see her after her cruise,” Regulus reminded him, hating the sadness lingering over James.

James nodded. “I know. I’m happy for her, she’s really excited about the cruise.”

He’s smiling, but Regulus knows that today has been hard for him. He’s used to spending the day with his parents, and the change has been taking a toll on him for a couple of days now.

James, for all of his spontaneity and impulsivity, has routines he relies on. And spending his parents birthdays with them is one of them.

“It was a good gift,” Regulus replied. He tugged on the edge of his shirt, a little nervous. “Um. I made dinner.”

James gave him a curious look. “You made it?”

“Um. Yeah,” Regulus nodded, fully anxious now. “I made it.”

“I’m sure it’s wonderful,” James smiled, wrapping him in a hug and kissing his forehead. “Thank you for making dinner, love.”

Regulus takes another deep breath before grabbing James’s hand and leading him into the kitchen. “I knew today might be hard for you, so I asked Sirius and Remus to make some things your mom makes. And I made the chili. I got - um, I got the ingredients list from your computer and Sirius sent me the recipe. It might taste a little bit off, because I made it myself, and I’m not really a good cook.” He risked glancing at James then, and immediately panicked. “Oh, James - I’m so sorry. I’m - I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” Regulus apologized, watching a tear fall down James’s cheek.

Of course this was a dumb idea. He’s probably just made James miss her more. “I’ll - I’ll order takeout, we don’t have to-”

“No,” James shook his head, giving Regulus a warm smile. “No, Reg, this is - this is incredible. I’m so grateful.”

Regulus felt like he could breathe again. “Really? You’re not upset?”

James shook his head again. “I’m so thankful. I love you so much. Do you know that? I love you.”

Regulus grinned at the words, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He stepped closer, gently wiping the tears from James’s skin. “I love you. You’re really not upset?”

“I’m really not,” James reassured him. He pulled Regulus’s chair out for him. “I can’t believe you did this. Thank you.”

“Of course I did,” Regulus replied. He watched James smile as he took in all of the familiar foods.

The chili, thankfully, tasted perfect. And Regulus watched James smile without any sadness for the first time in days.