#sirius is tired of regulus and james' shit

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red string of fate au where james is sick and tired™ of having to wait for destiny to bring his soulmate to him.

especially because in this universe the intensity of the red in your string shows if you are close to your other half (bright red when you are really close, but a maroon-ish color when far)

also, only you can see your own string, and the only part that's truly visible is what's tied on your pinky finger and a bit of the loose part, but it's just a couple inches of it that then turns invisible so it's not a bother.

so! james' string is bright bright red, like BRIGHT red. his soulmate is close but he has no way to find out who it is until "the right moment" which is when he and his soulmate get to hold hands for the first time.

james tried to hold hands with EVERYONE (who was willing and with a bright string as well, he's not daft) on the gryffindor tower, his quidditch team, and even some students from other houses who he has classes with.

results: nothing.

he gets so riled up and impatient, that one day he just snaps.

which means: he goes to the great hall for breakfast (because everyone is there), sits at the very beginning of the gryffindor table (to have everyone in his field of vision), grabs as much of his red string as he can (so, right before it becomes invisible) and. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

two things happen in like two seconds.

one. regulus black, who was just about to leave the great hall, is yanked backwards and barely caught by barty before he hits the ground. his arm painfully stretched to james' direction.

two. before james can finish processing that what the fuck, regulus black is his soulmate and sirius is going to murder him. regulus manages to stand back up properly, stares at his pinky like it has personally offended him, and. also. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

so james also gets yanked, only that, as he was still stunned from what just happened, he gets pulled out of his seat and dragged for maybe five steps towards regulus. arm painfully stretched towards him.

sirius, who has been watching everything, loses his shit.

[allgreekbitch]

some ppl in this fandom turn around and say “i get that everyone can write fanfiction BUT PLS GET THE CHARACTERS RIGHT. NO HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT.”

LOOK UP THE MEANING OF FANFICTION. FIRST OF ALL. REGULUS WAS MENTIONED A TOTAL OF 3 TIMES. U CANNOT POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT HE WOULD SAY AND WHAT HE WOULDNT. JUST BC UR VERSION OF HIM DOESNT MATCH W SOMEONE ELSES DOESNT MEAN THAT WE’RE NOT UNDERSTANDING HIS CHARACTER.

SECOND OF ALL.

ITS CALLED FAN. FICTION. BECAUSE ITS FICTION MADE BY FANS. YOU ARE QUITE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO CHANGE EVERYTHING UP TO SUIT YOUR TASTES.

LIKE

LETS ALLLLLL BE SO FUCKING FOR REALLLL RIGHT NOW IM SO TIRED OF THIS

this fandom’s problem is that we’re dependent on fanfiction and that made some ppl forget that it’s still Just Fanfiction.

small writers feel like they’re not appreciated enough in the fandom bc everyone expects long ass fics that have writing that will change ur view of life WHEN FANFICTION CAN JUST BE SILLY. PPL KEEP FORGETTING THAT. WE ARE ALL JUST HAVING FUN HERE.

thanks for coming to my ted talk x

[padfoot-and-leo-ao3]

welp

happy hogwarts day

everyone say your favorite koolaid flavor in the comments

[hlxc23]

Sirius would pronounce Target as Tarzhay and it would piss Remus off so much

(So would James and it pisses Regulus off)

[addsalwayssick]

R.A.B Drawing :) below cut is the process

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IGNORE THE HAIR

sketch and reference photo

outline / line work

(Taylor announcing her new album as a bonus)

xoxo, ARB

[popspoo]

Remus: so... when I told you that I like you thought It was platonic?

Sirius: maybe...

Remus: so the dates

Sirius: friends hang out all the time

Remus: the kisses?

Sirius: I kiss James on-

Remus: don't say it

Sirius: sorry, can't we not talk about it to Peter and Regulus?

Remus: I'm definitely telling them this

Sirius: MOONY NOOOOOO

[coffee-obsessed-snake]

What if…. there’s like a Ghostface in Hogwarts during the marauders era??? Like everyone thinks there is this person going around 🔪ing people but in reality it’s just a mega prank?

Like Remus gets back at Sirius by becoming GhostFace and enlisting Regulus’s help who becomes the second Ghostface. He honestly doesn’t have a reason - just wants to mess with Sirius.

Pandora’s in on the plan and her and Mary are the first to 💀 (they’re actually just hiding somewhere in Hogwarts). McGonagall and Pompfrey are in on it to get back at Dumbledore - who is STRESSING.

Evan and Barty are the second victims. They found out about the true plan after being chased and caught - Regulus wanted to scare them a bit before letting them in on the plan.

Then there is ofc the huge party scene arranged by Lily (who’s also a part of the plan). Sirius feels like the main character who’s destined to figure things out. James already figured out the truth cuz he is smart af, but is just going along with it pretending he never knew. Everyone is pretending to💀 left right and centre in the party. Sirius is now being chased by two Ghostfaces.

Finally he gets caught and pinned to the ground. When he looks up, he removes the mask from the Ghostface sitting on him only to see that it’s Remus. “Why moony?” Sirius asks on the verge of tears.

Remus leans in, “this is what you get for eating my ducking chocolates”

And then everyone pops out alive and scaring the life out of Sirius. Regulus is laughing so hard that he probably needs to go to Pompfrey after.

They don’t tell Dumbledore anything and he’s currently going mad because “No, Minerva, I saw Mary’s corpse and you told me she 💀 but she was in class today and there was supposed to be this masked 🔪ers and-”

“Albus, how high are you? What masked 🔪ers?”

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the sillays <3 read ATYD a week ago and I've been gripped by a deep hyperfixation ever since lmao

ramblings about them + transcriptions under the cut :3

OKAY OKAY SO HCS:

Remus:

the tallest & lankiest of the group <3

he's a sweater cunt through and through (I would say it's a pain during summer but I've been to wales in summer and it's not cold enough that it'd be an issue)

I think he's welsh <33 idk if he'd be able to speak the language tho (I do kinda project onto him a little in the sense that I hc that he spoke it as his first language as a kid but was forced to stop speaking it to "better assimilate" to living in England + learning English, and now he struggles to speak it but really wishes he was still fluent/is actively trying to re-learn it)

he and Peter attempted to give themselves muggle dye jobs for the shits and giggles (I'd say sometime around year 4 or 5, the year I've drawn these in is deliberately ambiguous tho - sometime around the latter years (post year 5 I think? around then))

obviously scaring all over, he tries to hide it (at least on his face) for a while before giving up (when he did try to hide it Sirius helped him out as he's really experienced with beauty charms that cover scars)

has some acne, but not as much as Sirius and James - when he gets more comfortable with them, he jokes that its good, cause he "already has his fair share of scars"

Light brown hair, verging on blonde - begins to curl once he hits puberty, and gradually becomes even curlier than Sirius'

wears his hair somewhat long, in a shag – goes through cycles of cutting it, hating how it looks, thinking this time will be different and cutting it again, ect

like Sirius, he has "wolf-like" behaviors, but goes to lengths to hid them, and so they only come out when he's comfortable or really tired

has freckles in the summer

can't decide on whether he'd have a hooked or a straight nose

I hc him as trans to a certain extent (up yours jk rowling) but i also dunno how he'd have done that in the 70s... I see him as being pretty removed from his family, if not an orphan, so maybe in going to hogwarts he saw an opportunity and took it? he's obviously trying very hard to be stealthy tho, and researches magic to hid that he's going through AFAB puberty/especially go on T (although I don't think he'd necessarily know about HRT) (I figure Sirius would help him out once he finds out)

yellow stained teeth

Sirius:

Aquiline nose – or, a prominent nose in some way

Obviously black hair, curly - i don't think he'd let it grow much past his shoulders tho (maybe to point where he can feel a little on his back?)

I don't think that he'd like to tie it up, I think that'd freak him out (meeee core)

ACNE!! I feel that they all had acne to some extent, but Sirius covered it with a beauty charm (he keeps this secret till Remus find out, and Remus teases him for it) (I think his neck + lapels would be especially pimpled, given the hair)

blue eyes, but a muted kinda blue, with green and gold specks

sticks his tongue put when tired – doglike 

pops his acne as a form of SH/rebellion – he's ashamed of his scars, unless he wants to upset his parents (once Remus knows about it, he confides in him that they seem to care about it more than he does sometimes) 

was invited to join Remus and Peter on their their dying expedition but refused b/c he didnt wanna fuck up his hair, as it's something he's really proud of (which fair enough - there was a bit of an exploding bleach situation in their dorm room bathroom)

James:

he wears silver rimmed glasses, much to Remus' horror – he stops when he finds out Remus is a werewolf, and he first trys to wear a gold pair, but doesn't like it – he ends up trying out a copper framed pair and loving them

his acne is just as bad as Sirius', but he doesn't hide it, he thinks it "adds to his charms"

unlike Sirius tho, his ache goes away when they grow up

freckles!!!

I don't think he'd be white – i think of him as more white and Indian mixed? I'm not incredibly fussed about any of their races though 

His hair is a much darker brown than Remus', but he wears it in a similar cut, although it looks quite different on his wavy hair

He doesn't take care of his hair at first, horrifying Sirius (yk that one fluttershy meme? yeah lmao)

His acne is worse around his nose, where his glasses rest

He's got a significantly stronger build than the other marauders, despite being the shortest of the group – in fourth year, they placed bets on whether he or Peter would end up being shortest (they find it very funny that his deer form ends up being the tallest in the end, and he jokingly insists that they pay him back for the bet)

really nice dark brown eyes :D (not Hazel tho)

Peter:

not many hcs for him... difficult to put my thoughts to words

I think he's the least acne prone of the group, much to Sirius' confusion ("i SWEAR he doesn't even wash his face in the morning Moony–")

I don't mind the hc that's he's fat, but I do worry it can sometimes cross into jkr's weird fatphobia 

I think he has very short straw blonde hair, and that he keeps it in a military cut - he doesn't like to let it grow out

green eyes (Sirius often jokes that he looks a bit like a Malfoy)

straight nose

TRANSCRIPT:

text around Remus:

teeth get sharper closer to/around the moon -> (unlike Sirius', who's stay the same)

Animalistic-type eyes (like Sirius') bc, yk, werewolf

text around Sirius:

idk something about his face i cannot get right...

has the eye-courners I normally reserve for animal-esque characters

(note: he tends to cover his acne & the scaring from it w/ beauty charm [sic] unless he's relaxed/around the marauders)

cainins [sic] become more pronounced after he becomes an animagi

text around James:

sticky up hair pieces is ESENSIAL [sic]

his glasses are... I don't wanna give him 70s glasses

has more acne around his glasses (just like me fr fr)

text around Peter:

as much as I love characterizations of him like in "just lovers (like we were supposed to be)" [sic (?) here - I forgor to write 'and'] there is obviously space for how he's characterized in ATYD (and I love those characterizations too!!) - but I feel either way he lacks depth :(

he's very... plain? I think his conformitizm [sic] would have him be hesitant to join in w/ the marauders when they fuck with their appearances [which, just to add, doesn't mean he never does, he just has more caution around it]

he is SUCH an interesting character to me... m8 wdym you've betrayed the friends you've had since YEAR 7?? [note - year 7 is equivalent to hogwart's first year] i wanna get in his headdddd

okay Mr. Eyebags

him being named Peter is also so interesting to me - is the reference to the disciple intentional? In a way I kinda disagree with it. fuck you jkr (choke and die) I know better <3

[callmegodorvega]

Update tomorrow!!!

I’m sorryyyy, I know I’m bad at keeping this every other Friday schedule, but I swear tomorrow.

Por la garrita!!

Little sneak, in compensation

“Regulus talks about them with such fondness and love. Fondness and love James never imagined him having. But he does.

And.

It’s beautiful.”

[ellecdc]

💰jingle jingle💰

how much for you to continue the barty shirt fic where they make it up to the tower and tell the marauders🤭

I'll give you this one for free but the rest will cost you

Barty Crouch Jr x potter!reader who tattles on Jegulus

CW: making fun of only children, siblings insulting one another, platonic Prongsfoot drama, no real angst - just chaos Continuation of this one shot

The trek from the Slytherin dungeons up the Gryffindor tower in a full sprint was unideal for even the most athletic and fit quidditch player in the castle; but if there was one thing a lifetime worth of living with James Potter and his pranking ways prepared you for, it was running.

Fortunately for you, this was not a universal experience and you were quickly able to leave Regulus and Barty well enough behind you.

You screamed the password at the Fat Lady who shrieked in fear when she saw you barrelling towards her causing her to open so quickly that the portrait thwacked against the stone walls and you all but dived into the common room. 

You stood up straight as your chest burned to survey the patrons of the common room only to find that the entire common room was already doing the same to you.

“Circe’s tits, Potter.” Lily said with a smirk. “You look like you were trying to outrun Peeves.”

Your smile turned devious as you continued panting. “Better.” You answered quickly, turning your sights towards your brother, Peter, Remus, and…

“Sirius!” You greeted as you speed-walked over to their sofas.

“Hey Trouble; get tired of the snakes?” Sirius teased as he moved a chess piece with an air of nonchalance.

You were eager to change that.

Before you could open your mouth, two Slytherin’s came spilling into the common room before the portrait had a chance to close behind them.

“I’m so glad you could join me for this.” You taunted Regulus who’s jaw tightened as he straightened himself up and shook Barty’s hand off his shoulder.

“Isn’t this a nice shirt, Siri?”

Sirius looked up at that as he considered your form. “Yeah, actually; that’s designer, right?”

You look down at it with a smirk when you heard Regulus whisper a cautionary, “Potter.”

“I’m not sure…it’s got a little crown on the sleeve.” You explained innocently.

Sirius’ eyebrows widened at that. “Shit. Yeah those are super expensive; but great quality and super soft. Great choice, Junior.”

“Thank you!” Barty accepted eagerly. “See Treasure? Black gets it.”

You smirked as you looked over at James who you could see by now was clearly sweating. “Right…but I actually stole this from Jamie’s trunk.”

James’ eyes shot to Regulus as yours moved back to Sirius who was staring at you bemusedly.

“That is not Prongs’ shirt, and didn’t Junior just admit it was his?”

“Nope.” Barty answered with a pop of the p. “I admitted buying it.”

“Why are you buying clothes for James?” Remus asked cautiously then, eyes darting nervously between your mischievous form, James’ anxious form, Regulus’ tense form, and Sirius’ confused form.

“Oh, I’d never buy clothes for that Potter.” Barty scoffed. “That shirt was Reggie’s birthday present last year.”

The sound of Peter’s hand slapping against his mouth as he stared at you all wide eyed was the only sound in the entire common room.

Remus was holding his book in front of his face like a shield as he watched the spectacle that was his friend group.

Finally, Lily let out a long suffering sigh. “Potter, you might want to take this chance to get a head start.”

“Right.” James agreed quickly as he took off towards the portrait hole, pausing as he passed Regulus, seeming to decide since he was already going to die tonight, he may as well go big or go home.

He paused long enough to pull Regulus into a searing kiss before ripping away from him and taking off out of the common room.

The room continued to sit silently as everyone digested what they just saw.

“Did we seriously lose both Potter’s to Slytherin’s?” Marlene asked finally, causing Regulus to scoff.

“Like you’ve got a leg to stand on here, McKinnon.”

“At least I’m not fucking my brother’s best friend!” She volleyed back, causing Sirius to let out a dramatic gagging sound.

“You lot really need to spend less time worrying about who your siblings are shagging.” Peter said with an air of finality.

“Thank you!” You and Regulus chorused, causing you to glare at one another.

“You’re taking this rather well, Pads.” Remus chuckled, tapping Sirius’ knee with his book as Sirius continued staring unseeingly at the portrait hole.

“Mhm.”

Remus and Peter exchanged a worried glance. “What are you waiting for?” Peter asked finally.

“James will get lonely when he realizes no one is chasing him.” He replied in monotone. “He’ll be back in a few.”

“Sirius, please be cool about this; I’m happy, alright?” Regulus sighed in exasperation.

Sirius’ eyes flit over to his younger brother as his brows furrowed. “Listen, am I particularly pleased about…this? No. But that’s not what I’m going to kill him for.”

“What are you going to kill him for?” You inquired, wondering if it was worth writing home to your parents about.

The second your sentence finished, James cautiously stepped back through the portrait hole to find the common room in much the same state as he’d left it.

Suddenly, Sirius stood from his spot on the sofa. “ALL THOSE TIMES YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE TOO BUSY TUTORING TO PRANK WITH ME, YOU WERE DITCHING ME FOR MY BROTHER!?”

The room collectively grimaced as they looked over at James. 

“Listen mate, it’s not what it looks like.” James pleaded, earning him a scoff from his best friend.

“It isn’t what it looks like!? Because the way it looks to me is that you lied, and you kept secrets! You know, there was a point in this relationship that trust and honesty meant something!” Sirius shouted back.

“It does!” James offered quickly. “It does, Pads! Swear it!”

“Right, forgive me, but your word means nothing to me right now.” He spat as he went storming up towards their shared dorm, James quickly following behind.

“Please don’t shut me out like this; you’re still my other half!”

But the rest of the argument performance was silenced when the door to their room shut behind them.

“Well, Regulus.” Remus sighed with a tired smile. “Welcome to the family; our boyfriend’s are each other’s boyfriends, and this happens every three days.”

“Salazar’s fucking balls.” Regulus groaned as he threw his head back. “This is why I didn’t want it going public.”

“Oi!” You shouted as you lobbed a throw pillow at your new future brother-in-law. “If you’re going to love my brother, love him with your whole chest, coward!”

“You take that back.” He hissed at you.

“I’ll do no such thing.”

“I…I don’t know what to do…should…should we get a professor? What’s happening?” Barty started, looking around the Gryffindor common room with a look of panic on his face.

“Oh, relax, Junior. Your only child is showing.” Remus sighed as he pulled his book back out.

“Aren’t you an only child, Lupin?”

“Yup.” Remus responded as he turned a page of his book. “But I’ve lived in the same tower as the Potters for seven years, and dealt with Sirius and Regulus for the past two; you pick up a few things. Things like this-” he explained as he pointed towards you and Regulus who were still throwing insults back and forth. “Is what siblings call bonding.”

Lily chuckled as Marlene, Barty, Peter, and Remus watched as you called Regulus a “spoiled rotten toerag” to which he replied that “even listening to your voice made him feel like he was losing brain cells”.

“Siblings are weird.” Barty decided.

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Marauder's Era HC's- How They React When You Ask Them If They'd Still Love You If You Were a Worm

(This is the most unserious thing I've ever written)

James

When you ask him the question, he is SO confused.

I mean, he has no connection to the muggle world, so he's never seen the trend.

James has endless questions for you: "What is the point of this question?" "Why are you a worm?" "Why am I not a worm?"

You have to beg him to stop asking questions and just answer yes or no.

James, of course, is a sweetheart. So even though he's still very confused, his response is lovely: "Well I reckon I'd love you in any universe in any form, so yes I would still love you, even if you were a worm."

Sirius

Sirius is not even fazed by the question.

He INSTANTLY answers yes.

His lack of hesitation makes you all giggly and happy.

But then, he asks you if you'd still love him if he were a worm.

Obviously, you say yes.

Side note: you two would totally have this conversation in bed before going to sleep because that's when you talk about all the weird shit.

Remus

His immediate response is an exasperated, tired sigh because he's so used to your shenanigans.

The first thing he'd say is, "Well am I a worm too?"

Once you tell him no, that he wouldn't be a worm, his answer to you is no because, "he's not attracted to worms?"

You try and explain to him that he'd still know it was you, you'd just be in worm form.

He doesn't budge on his answer and only replies that, "this seems too complicated for a hypothetical, dove."

Peter

I'm sorry, but he instantly laughs in your face after you ask the question because he thinks you're being goofy.

But when he realizes that you're 100% serious, he sobers up real fast.

"Wait, is that a genuine question?

My guy is SWEATING. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

He slowly drags out his answer to gauge your reaction and figure out the correct response.

"Nnnnnnnno-" (sees your face fall) "Yes! No yeah, yes, I'd totally still love you if you were a worm."

Lily

She's so happy you asked (if not a little mad that you beat her to it.)

I mean she's muggle born, so she's definitely seen the tik tok trend.

Answers with a giggle and happy, "Yes ofc, lovely."

She'd then go off on a little tangent about all the ways she'd treat you like royalty, even as a worm- she'd get the nicest soil, the best little habitat, etc.

Girl is so precious

Marlene

Marlene doesn't hesitate and instantly responds yes.

But honestly, I think she'd be way more interested to know if you'd still love her if she was a worm.

(There's only one right answer.)

I'm also certain that this question and variants of it would become her obsession for the next month.

Like every day she'd ask you the same question but with a new animal: "Would you still love me if I were a frog?" "A penguin?" "A squirrel?"

Dorcas

Babe is too logical to answer this question.

She's instantly coming up with solutions/alternative answers rather than just saying yes or no.

"I wouldn't need to worry about this, because I'd just turn you back into a human."

Starts listing off all the spells or potions she could use to turn you back into a human.

When you try to protest and tell her that that wouldn't be possible, she'd only take it as a challenge.

Would literally come up with her own spell or potion to prove a point if necessary.

Mary

Her answer is yes

Why? Because she "loves worms and loves you. What's not to love?"

I'm pretty sure this question doesn't linger on her mind very long. But worms do.

Within the week she has a pet worm and a whole habitat for it.

Might even name it after you (which is a ?compliment?)

Regulus

Regulus isn't fazed by the question, but that doesn't mean he will give in to your shenanigans.

Immediately responds no.

Despite your pouty lips and frown, he does not budge.

You say, "So you don't really love me unconditionally?"

"Just be glad you're not a worm."

[isabel-lillah]

Barty and James being friends and Barty standing up for James

James has been officially dating Regulus for six months now. Barty, together with Evan, found out about this roughly four months ago when they came to their dorm to find James sleeping in Regulus's bed.

Barty was reserved at first. He didn't want to be friends with the obnoxious James 'happy-go-lucky' Potter. However, he quickly learned that disgustingly positive and loud persona was really just that. A persona.

Barty isn't sure why James feels comfortable being himself around him and his friends of all people. Evan believes it's Reg's influence - Barty thinks James just realizes that their Slytherin group (and Pandora) are the last people to judge him for not always being energetic or happy. Despite the popular belief, their friend group communicates feeling like shit really well. They're all aware that people are all kinds of fucked up and that a person's upbringing doesn't determine what issues they have.

That being said, he actually grew to like James. He knows he can always get an honest opinion from him and surprisingly good relationship advice. Because apparently James is more observant than he lets on and he clocked in on Barty's crush on Evan within minutes of meeting both of them.

Not to mention he can be just as unhinged as him if he wants to.

On one memorable occasion, he also let James drag him away from a fight which saved him from a long detention.

A detention like the one he's coming back from right now. It's pretty late, but he's not tired, so he decided to take a longer route than usual while walking back to his dorm. And thank fuck for that, because that's how he finds out that Sirius goddamned Black has been giving James shit for being friends with Barty.

"Sirius, I don't want to fight about this. Not again. I know you don't like him, but he is my friend. I don't force you to be friends with him, so why does it bother you?" echoed through the hall which Barty just stepped on. No one noticed him.

"James, it's Crouch. There's nothing good about him. He's crazy. How did you even become friends with him?"

James honest to Salazar looked so exhausted that Barty worried he would just pass out right then and there.

"You know what a free will is, right?" Barty finally decided to announce himself, partly to help James dodge Sirius's last question. This is not how the relationship should be outed to him.

"Crouch," Sirius greeted.

"Crouch Junior," Barty and James replied automatically. Barty will deny to his last breath that James correcting his last name like that made him happy.

"Listen, Black. I don't care that you don't like me. I'm not your biggest fan either. But for the love of Merlin, stop acting like an asshole to your best friend just because he got some new friends and he won't stand up to you properly because he cares about you. You take pride in being a Gryffindor, right? Then fucking act like it, suck up your pride and have a normal conversation."

Sirius looked pissed and James looked...relieved? The guy seriously needs to learn to stand up to his best friend when he's being an asshole, Barty decided.

And if, after leaving, Barty stopped behind the corner of the corridor to listen to James finally putting Sirius off a bit for saying shit about James's friendship choices, well, nobody needs to know.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | may 3 rush | words: 1365

hiii! the idea for this one comes from @bey0nd-1he-stars and i really hope she likes it <3 anyway, enjoy;3

tw: implied child abuse in the past

“James, we’re already late, c’mon,” Regulus managed to say between heated kisses. In response, his boyfriend mumbled something he assumed was ‘just one more’.

It started innocently enough—when Regulus and Sirius ran from Grimmauld and came to live with the Potters, James spent most of the nights sleeping in one bed with the two of them. And since sleep always came easier to Sirius than to Regulus, at least half of those nights James and the younger brother spent talking—sometimes about what they were doing that day, sometimes planning a night out with their friends, and sometimes, on worse days, about how Regulus wishes he could still live with his parents, because no matter how badly they hurt him and his brother, they still were their parents, and he still loved them.

On those bad days, James always held the other boy close to his chest, letting him cry and spit out all the pain he had in himself, all while stroking his back in a soothing gesture.

As the time passed and the brothers started attending therapy, James stopped sleeping with them. Instead, every night Regulus sneaked out of his room, going straight to James’ bed. The talks about their friends turned into ones about their feelings. Sleepless nights filled with guilt and fear turned into nights filled with tenderness and small, sweet gestures. And with the end of August, those small, sweet gestures turned into dancing tongues and hands all over each other.

Not much has changed since then—they were still sneaking around to meet at night, coming up with excuses to their friends and professors when asked about why they were so tired or where they were in between classes. There was one new thing, though: before every Quidditch game, they left earlier than the rest of their teams, saying they had to discuss something with Madame Hooch. In fact, the one who had a match that day went to the equipment shed and waited for the other one to show up to give him a kiss for good luck.

Today, even though they both played, was no exception. They met 20 minutes before the teams were scheduled to arrive on the field, locked themselves in a shed, and kissed senselessly.

From behind the closed door, Regulus could hear voices getting closer and closer to them.

“James, I can hear Sirius,” the younger boy gasped, tugging at the other’s hair to pull him away. It worked, if James’ terrified face was anything to go by.

“Shit, we’ve got to go,” James mumbled, putting Regulus back down.

“You don’t say,” replied Regulus, arching one of his brows.

They left the shed together, carrying the big chest with balls inside it as a disguise. After putting it in the middle of the pitch, both of them went to their respective locker rooms, wishing each other luck teasingly.

“Where have you been?” Dorcas asked Regulus as soon as he entered the room. Giving her a questioning look, he went to his locker, taking out his gloves, the rest of his uniform already on him. “I went to Hooch looking for you—she said she hasn’t seen you today, so where have you been?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled in response.

“Oh, so you were with—“

“Shut up.” He practically ran to her, putting his hands over her mouth. “I don’t know how you know, but act as if you don’t know, okay?”

“What will I get in exchange?” She mumbled from behind his hands.

“If you don’t tell about mine, I won’t tell about yours, deal?” Now Dorcas’ eyes went wide, but she nodded in agreement.

***

An hour and a half after the match started, Gryffindor was leading by 50 points, and normally Regulus would be livid because of that, but seeing James smile every time he or one of his teammates scored was enough to soothe him.

The game wasn’t really violent—the buldgers were flying around as always trying to get to one of the players before beaters from their team sent the ball frying to the opposite team’s players, but nothing more dangerous than any other time.

Regulus was lingering over the pitch, looking for the snitch. Gryffindor’s seeker, a third-year girl named Abby Baker, was following his every move, so every now and then he took off, trying to lead her in the wrong direction.

He teased her like this for most of the game until he finally noticed a small golden ball flying just above the girl's head. He took a wide turn in her direction, lying almost flat on his broom and speeding as much as it allowed him. Abby didn’t get what was happening until Regulus passed her by. She was fast, at his tail at all times, yet still too slow to reach the snitch before him.

Regulus was so close to it that he could practically feel the ball’s little wings in his hand when his brother’s voice came to his ears.

“Prongs, watch out!” and then there was a loud thud and terrified screams from the stands. And if Regulus didn't know who 'Prongs' was, he probably wouldn't even bother checking what’s going on.

But it was James.

His James.

As soon as he turned his head to take a look at what was happening, he could feel all the blood rush out of his face. The familiar silhouette of the boy who showed him what a real family looks like and what love really is—the boy who saved him—was falling down at lightning speed, his broom nowhere to be seen.

Regulus didn’t think even for a second that his team would lose or that the whole school would find out about them—he just took another turn, going as fast as he could to not let his boyfriend crush into the dirt below them. It felt like chasing the snitch, only this one was much bigger and still harder to put your hands on.

“James, give me your hand!” He yelled, flying a bit lower and reaching his own hand out for the other boy to catch.

Regulus almost had him, but their palms were too sweaty, and James slipped out, flying down at breakneck speed again.

“Fuck!” the younger boy exclaimed, making a risky decision and flying straight down. This time he caught James hand; he held on to it, but they were too close to the ground to come out of this situation in one piece.

Until they weren’t.

Regulus doesn’t know what happened, but one second he was in the air, hoping for the best, and the next he stood steady on the pitch’s grass.

“What the fuck, guys?!” Regulus could hear Sirius shouting from behind him, but he didn’t care about his brother right now—all he cared about was James.

“Are you okay? Where does it hurt? What even happened?” he was asking, checking every part of his boyfriend’s body to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. “Who sent the buldger? I swear I’m going to—“

“Reg, I’m fine. Look,” James said, shaking each one of his limbs and turning his head in different directions. “See? Nothing happened; I just need a new broom.”

“Nothing happened? Nothing happened?! James, you could’ve broken every bone in your body; hell, you could’ve died! Imagine it was you and not your broom, your parents—Sirius—and me! We would all die just from—“

“Hey, hey, hey,” suddenly James’ hands were on his cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears. When have I even started to cry? “I know you were scared; I was scared, too. But you caught me; nothing really bad happened; we’re both okay.” He pulled Regulus closer, putting him in a warm embrace. “It’s okay, love; we’re okay.”

They stood there, hugging for Merlin knows how long before Regulus realized what they were doing. He didn’t pull away when he said, “You know we’re in the middle of the pitch and everyone can see us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, baby, I know,” James whispered into his hair, still caressing his back gently.

And so they stood there, not caring about the world around them or Sirius screaming about incest—they just hugged, glad they were both okay.

[jamesisasimp]

Marauders men as cats

Regulus:

soft little prince

aloof boi

do not pick up or will scream

will forcefully burrow into your arms at three a.m. and demand cuddles tho

likes one brand of food and one brand only and the occasional saucer of milk

sassy bitch

will attack ankles

has sensitive ears

James:

the sweetest man

but for the love of god get this bitch a cat wheel he loves to ruuuuun

if you leave the room he'll follow you

lays on your keyboard when you're trying to work

plays fetch despite being a cat

snuggle sess at least once an hour

will sit in the window and observe neighborhood tea

Remus:

tired boi

snuggly boi

the best boi

he's usually sleeping in one of his favorite cozy, quiet spots

but will come out to make biscuits on you while you read

likes to watch tv

and have licks of ice cream

if you bought him a baby sling, he would stay in it and nap on your chest

super chill

Sirius:

do not pet after a bathing session

do not

only likes those cat treats that come in a tube

will steal your hairties and hoard them under the dresser

it's his collection

hides under blankets during storms

sings at the top of his lungs while you're sleeping

refuses to wake up until after 10 a.m.

Evan:

brings you dead things and stolen artifacts directly to your bed

a gentleman

but will occasionally knock your shit off the counter while making eye contact

he likes smol bites of watermelon

and bird watching

if a bug or mouse is in the house, will hunt and murder with expert precision

Barty:

feral bitch

literal agent of chaos

biites after giving kisses

fights his own reflection

will attempt to eat anything

anything

actually very smart but refuses to use a single braincell

will watch you shower (perv)

talks a big game, couldn't harm a fly

he's tried

[alyana-luvs-u]

lilyflower

james x !girlfriendreader

regulus x reader (slightly?)

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Summary: James promises he was over Lily, until you catch them kissing at the party

word count: 1124

song: heather

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WARNINGS:

!cheating, !angst, !swearing, !fighting, !underagedrinking

The world seems to blur as your eyes zoom in on the scene in the corner of the room, as you gaze at the liplocked brunette and redhead. Alchohol and sweat stain the air as Sirius’ rendition of ‘Dancing Queen’ still blares in the background and you stand frozen with tear-filled eyes. Your heart feels raw and ripped open from your chest, and your heart feels like it's been stabbed over and over again. Your hands are clammy as you clench and unclench them awkwardly as a tear drips down your cheek, dribbling into your mouth. The salt water dances on your tongue, there’s no words to justify the pain, hurt and utter embarrassment as you gaze down at your feet, and close your eyes, willing it to be some stupid, cruel dream. You look back up, as Remus approaches you cautiously, Peter tailing behind him. His eyes flit between you and James, and realisation sets upon his face. You silently remove yourself from the silent interaction, and mentally curse yourself as your breath hitches as you catch hazel eyes. It’s so disgustingly cliché that its beautiful as life seems to slow. His brows are puckered adorably, and his eyes are filled with unseen words, you can see it, and he exchanges a few words with Lily before starting to push through the sea of bodies. It shitty. That even through everything you still fucking care. You can’t bear to face him. Not right now. Not in the peak of your heartache, still fresh and hurting in your chest as you choke down a sob, turning and running up the stairs. Remus walks after you, calling your name with a concerned tone, worry softening his words. James’ footsteps pound on the floorboards as yells begin to echo below. You don’t stop. You don’t turn. You simply continue carrying yourself, because if you turn, you know you will run into James’ arms once more. Pushing open the door, and closing it hurriedly, you collapse into your bed and hear the shouting fade before Remus’ polished, worn shoes echo up the stairs. Prefect advantages. Tears soak your pillow as you bury your head into it to muffle the music that was still pulsing through the walls. You lie unmoving as the door creaks open,

“hey,” Remus whispers, sitting down at the edge of the bed awkwardly. You sniffle, gesturing for him to close the door.

“hi.” You whisper, your voice cracking briefly as he gives you a sympathetic look.

“Oh y/n/n,” He sighs, as you let out a broken sob, burying your face into the pillows.

“I’m so tired Remmy! I’m so tired of him fucking saying that he’s over Lily, when he’s clearly not! You saw them before! Eating each other’s fucking face off!” You hit the pillow in anger as Remus sighs, his eyes downcast.

“I’m sorry y/n/n” You let out a watery laugh, sniffing and wiping at your eyes.

“god, I’m pathetic aren’t I? crying over a boy who clearly doesn’t want me…” Remus lets out a breath, cuddling you to his chest as you cry into his shirt.

“don’t say that y/n. you and james…you had something special. maybe just…now wasn’t the time,” Hurt twinges at your heat in small, painful, irritable bursts as you let out a sigh softly.

“you should see how he looks at her, as she walks by,” You breathe out, twiddling with your thumbs,

“what a sight for sore eyes,” You want to scream. Cry. Tear his heart, soul and spirit apart just like he did to you. You want to make his life hell, for every morning he wake up next to her to feel all the regret and guilt rush back, and for each day to be an endless circle of questions and ‘what ifs’. But you can’t. Because even through all that shit, you still loved him.

“he said he wouldn’t do it again,” You whisper, and instantly regret it. Remus whips his head towards you, his eyes narrowing.

“this, this happened before?”

“I-” Remus stands up angrily, before you tug on his arm,

“Remus. Stop being foolish and sit down.” You had never seen the quiet-natured, studious boy so furious before.

 “once. He said it was a drunken mistake. Brought me flowers and chocolates and begged me to stay with him,” You smile softly, tracing small patterns in the palm of your hand. Remus’ face takes on a concerned look.

“you’re in love with him.” You sigh, and look away.

“that’s the worst part.”

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this predicament. Maybe it was seeing James strut into the hall with an arm slung around Lily, so effortlessly, that set you off. Or the way everyone’s eyes turned towards you in an instant. Or perhaps it was your friends dragging you into Hogsmeade until you got shit-faced in the 3 broomsticks, and groaning James’ name in drunken slurs. Either way, neither of it could ever predict you talking somewhat civilly to regulus black on the astronomy tower that night. You were attempting to mind your own business as you climbed until the top of the stairs came into sight, the night breeze brushing your face with a tender touch. A lone shadowy figure sat at the edge of the railing, gazing wistfully into the stars with a…soft look upon his face.

“I don’t bite,” He drawled, as you jump, not thinking he noticed you. His hair was fluffed up, and he was wearing only a button-up and trousers, discarding his tie and robe probably before coming here. Wordlessly, you take a seat next to him, letting the wind push back your hair softly, shivering slightly at the chill. There were no words exchanged, just comfortable silence as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“So, Potter and Evans?” You cringe, feeling his stare burning into your head.

“i…guess…” He cast a sideways glance at you, his dark eyes filled with amusement.

“you did not know?” You gave a careless shrug, desperately hunting for a change of subject.

“Well, I found them kissing at a party, so,”

“I, am sorry…” You raise your eyebrows mockingly, letting out a small laugh.

“regulus black, saying sorry? Next you know the sun is going to explode!” Regulus rolls his eyes, turning back towards the railing.

“shut up.” The lighthearted moment has ended, as he stands, his shoes clicking on the stone bricks before his voice calls out.

“L/N!” You hum in response, turning around.

“If anything,…I think he was too good for you.” His cheeks turn slightly pink at the end, standing awkwardly for a moment, before going down the stairs. You sit frozen, until your lips melt into a soft, fond smile.

“thanks black.”

[veritas-scribblings]

disagree / challenge - @jegulus-microfic - words: 972

The door slams behind Regulus. 

James is left standing alone in an empty room in the apartment he shares with Sirius. He doesn’t quite know how they got here. He doesn’t quite know what they’d been arguing about or when the switch had happened, because they’d been holding each other on the couch a moment ago. There had been kisses involved, some friendly jibes, and James had been showing Regulus Sirius’s record collection.

It had been lovely. James had been happy. Thinking to himself, how lucky am I? Thinking, isn’t this wonderful? And, let’s stay like this forever.

And then somehow—he just isn’t sure how—an argument had started, and Regulus had yelled at him, and James had been so taken off-guard that he’d snapped back.

And now Regulus is gone. 

And James just really, really, really wants him to come back. However, if his experience with Blacks are anything to go by—if Sirius can be used as a point of reference—Regulus is just going to need his time and his space. Time and space are precious commodities for Blacks, who very frequently have control taken out of their hands. They can’t be forced to so anything before they’re ready, or they snap and they bite and there are wounds. 

‘Tough break,’ Peter says. He drops down onto the couch next to James and offers him a Bertie Bott.

James wrinkles his nose, because, what are they? Ten? Regulus is unpredictable enough. James doesn’t need his food to be equally unpredictable.

Peter shrugs, pops a bean into his mouth and dramatically gags. He doesn’t spit it out, though. He swallows. James would have a dirty, witty quip about that, normally, but he’s not in the mood. 

‘Hey,’ Peter says, thoughtful. ‘You know when Moony and Padfoot started dating, and they’d always be getting into fights and Sirius would be just doing really shit things? And we were like, what gives? You’ve been…excuse the pun…mooning over Moony for ages and now you’re being an asshat?’ 

James sighs. Peter can never take the direct route to a point, and James is so very tired of the scenic route. He’d like to be infantilised, please. Break it to him easy. Treat him like an idiot. No fucking riddles, thank you very much. 

‘Yes,’ James says, and he hopes that the stress he pours into the word is enough for Peter to just…be fucking direct.

‘Strange that,’ is all that Peter says, and then rifles around in the bag of beans for something that looks vaguely safe. It’s pink. Possibly candy floss.

‘I’ve had a long day, Wormtail, please just get to the point.’ James takes off his glasses, rubs his eyes, hoping that being just a little bit exaggerated about it all gets his point across. 

The bean obviously isn’t candy floss, because Peter wrinkles his nose as he chews and swallows. ‘You’ve read the Sirius Black manual. Think of Regulus as a…smaller, meaner version of Sirius. When Sirius and Remus were having trouble, what did you say?’

James blinks. Frowns. ‘Stop being a git?’

‘Actually, I think the specific words you used were, “stop being a dick head”, but no. After that. What did you say?’

James groans, dropping his head into his hands, because..well, he gets it. They took the scenic route to the point, but they got there in the end and Peter looks damned smug about it all. He always does after dropping words of wisdom. Like he feels like Albus Dumbledore, taking your hand, guiding your way. 

When Peter pops a bean into his mouth, James can’t help the little spark of satisfaction he gets when Peter once more gags.

James waits exactly five hours before going to find Regulus. Probably not enough time, but he’s impatient and he’s been watching the clock. And he just wants to take Regulus in his arms, kiss him, and then tell Regulus he’s an idiot and very, very wrong and James isn’t going anywhere. 

He would have done exactly that, but when Regulus answers the door he still looks angry. The ‘I’ll bite your tongue off if you try to kiss me’ kind of angry. 

So James just says, ‘I’m not going anywhere, so you can stop.’ 

They haven’t been together long and it’s all still so very new to James: Regulus and Regulus’s person, and Regulus’s habits, and Regulus’s beliefs, and Regulus’s unique characteristics. James knows that the Sirius Black Handling Manual will get him partway, but he also knows that Regulus is different enough from Sirius that if James tried to literally call him out on things the way he does with Sirius…

…well, Regulus is enough of a bastard that he will probably actually leave and never come back. Or he’ll kill James. Whichever Regulus felt, that particular day, would be easier for him to deal with.

Regulus doesn’t say anything, just narrows his eyes and stares at James like he could set James on flames with sheer willpower. 

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ James says, very much heartened by the fact that Regulus has not slammed the door in his face. ‘I really like you. I might…’ James pauses, wants to say: I might actually love you, but he doesn’t want to scare Regulus. ‘I might…more than like you. And, couples fight. And, I think you’re worth it, that we’re worth it. You know.’

James wants to say, I believe in you. He wants to say, you deserve love, you’re worthy of it. He wants to say, you don’t need to test me, I won’t leave you.

But he doesn’t. Because while it works with Sirius, he knows it won’t work with Regulus. That to Regulus, actions speak louder, so James will just have to show him.

And not go anywhere.