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Rockstar Raccoon

makeup (march 26), @black-brothers-microfic — regulus & sirius black microfic — fluff — word count: 683

“It’s not that I want to miss the opportunity to scratch your face, Sirius,” Regulus muttered, holding the black pencil at eye level as if it were the most absurd object he had ever seen. “And I know you’re not a sane person, but—”

"Shut up, Reggie," Sirius interrupted, sitting on the edge of Regulus’s bed as he finished tying his hair into a messy bun. "Just do it."

Regulus let out a dramatic sigh, shooting one last glance at the eyeliner before leaning in. With one hand, he tilted Sirius’s chin slightly, adjusting to find the most comfortable angle for the task at hand.

"I just don’t understand why anyone would want to paint their eyes with charcoal," he grumbled. "And stay still, will you?"

“You’re the one moving me,” Sirius shot back, unimpressed. “And that’s an eyeliner. It’s called makeup, Reggie. It’s supposed to make us look prettier."

"We’re already pretty enough," Regulus replied flatly, without a shred of modesty. Sirius raised an amused eyebrow at the remark—Regulus wasn’t exactly the type to boast out loud, much less include Sirius in the sentiment.

"Well, yeah, we are," Sirius admitted, smirking, "but you’ll understand if you do it right."

Regulus snorted but kept working, brows furrowed as he grabbed Sirius’s chin and adjusted his angles, occasionally moving his head to compare both sides. Sirius couldn’t help but find it endearing—Regulus could complain and rant all he wanted, but he always gave in to Sirius's requests, and he would put real effort into it.

After a few more strokes, Regulus stepped back, assessing his work. "How do I know if I’m doing it right?"

"I have to look like a rockstar," Sirius declared, brimming with excitement. He could already picture the reactions—everyone staring, drooling.

Regulus frowned. “Then I think I fucked it up.”

Sirius’s eyes snapped open. "What—WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKED IT UP?" He shot to his feet so fast he nearly crashed into his brother, sprinting toward the mirror. "Merlin’s bollocks!"

Then he froze, staring at his reflection in awe. He looked so…

"I LOOK SO HOT!"

"I think you look like a raccoon," Regulus deadpanned, still holding the eyeliner, now regarding it with satisfaction. "And even stupider than usual.

Sirius ignored him, too busy admiring himself. He looked like a goddamn rockstar. Moony would definitely piss his pants if he saw this. Maybe if he got a camera and convinced Regulus to take a picture, then Prongs could—

Sirius’s face lit up with the unmistakable glint of mischief.

Oh. Or maybe this was the perfect time to be brother of the year.

He spun around suddenly, making Regulus instinctively step back. His younger brother still had the eyeliner in hand, which Sirius swiftly snatched away. "Now it’s your turn," he announced.

Regulus blinked. "Now… what?" The realization hit him a second later, and his face—so similar to Sirius’s—twisted into a look of pure horror. "No!"

And then he ran.

Sirius took off after him, laughing as he chased his brother around the room. Regulus, in his desperate attempt to escape, even abandoned his own strict "no shoes on the bed" rule and leapt onto it.

"Come on, Reggie!" Sirius called, grinning. "You’d look great too!"

"I’d look ridiculous!"

"You wouldn’t. I bet Prongs would drool if he saw you with makeup on."

Regulus skidded to a halt so abruptly that Sirius almost ran into him. His eyes were wide, his curls a mess, and his cheeks burning red.

"Why would Potter…?" He swallowed hard.  "Why would you…?"

Oh, this was priceless. Sirius took advantage of his brother’s momentary breakdown, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him to the nearest seat.

"I promise I’ll do a good job," Sirius assured him, grinning like the devil himself.

Regulus gulped again, sitting down obediently. “If you screw up, I’ll kill you.”

Sirius’s grin only widened as he leaned in, eyeliner poised. "Oh, dear baby brother," he said smugly, "after this, more than one person is going to die of a heart attack—but I assure you, it won’t be either of us."

Part 2: "A Picture Worth a Thousand Gasps" (Remus and James' reaction)

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Could you write a fic where Adler is in love with the reader and had a chance to be with her but was too scared to make a move even though she wanted him too. so reader eventually moves on and after a while is getting married to Mason and Adler is now regretting not taking his chance. Based off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett?

No Second Chances - Russell Adler X Alex Mason X Reader

Give a big thank you to my sister for sending in the best requests! I love you girl, here is your fic! ❤

TW: Strong language, angst, anger.

Russell was making the two hour drive from his home town, to go watch you and Alex Mason get married. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. This trip was going to be so bittersweet, it's all he thought of since he had received the white and gold invitations in the mail.

Almost 5 years after hunting Perseus, the CIA decided to crackdown for a while and pursue finding other leads. You and Mason fell hard for eachother and it lead up to this moment. But, Adler was remincing, and finally saw how much he fucked up and let you go.

From the moment Russell Adler saw you, even while you were being brainwashed, he felt strong feelings towards you. He simply couldn't help the fact that you lit up the whole room, and made everybody's day better. He was afraid of how you would take his confession.

Even after losing Lazar in Cuba, you brought comfort to everybody. That's when he finally realized his feelings for you. But, he also noticed something else as well.....

Adler couldn't help but notice how you fell googly-eyed when Mason entered the room. And he also noticed how Mason was just as crazy for you, he talked about you all the time. Mason practically had heart eyes and a nosebleed when your name was said.

This never sat right with Adler. He felt the same way for you, but he knew with Mason, you'd never ever return how he felt. It was just something he would have to accept, now that you were getting married.

Love Hurts by Nazareth had came on at that moment. Adler sighed in annoyance, and emotional pain. Why did this song have to come on right now? Why couldn't the universe just leave him alone about this?

He took the exit he needed off the interstate, and drove a little longer until he reached the location of the venue. Outside, in a huge, white sign said "MASON - Y/L/N WEDDING HERE" stood out easily where everyone parked. He turned in, parked, and turned off his car.

Adler took a deep breath, and got out. He quickly brushed off his black suit, straightened out his tie, and tucked away his cigarettes into his coat pocket. He made his way to the front door where he was greeted by Frank Woods.

"Oh hey Doc, how's it hangin'? Long and hairy, hard to carry?" Frank chuckled.

Adler sent a small chuckle his way, and knocked him jokingly with his elbow.

"Nah, more like short and stubby, kinda chubby." Adler laughed.

The two men shared a laugh, and a hug.

"It's good to see you brother. Can you believe these two are finally tying the knot today??" Frank asked, as both men walked to the where the seating was at.

Adler almost cringed, but played it off as a cough. They took a seat, and exchanged some more talking for a while.

"Yeah, I remember them meeting for the first in the Safehouse. It's really hard to believe." Adler said.

Woods and Adler gave more small talk, until it was time for Woods to go into the building, and do the routine they practiced. He was a best man after all!

"Hey man, gotta go. It's show time!" Frank said, slapping Adler in the back.

Adler turned front, and waited for the music to start. He felt a tap on his left shoulder, and he looked up. Park stood in front of him, dressed up.

"Can I sit with you? I'm a little late as you can see." She asked.

Adler nodded, and she sat down next to him. Soon, all the seats were filled, and it was ready to start. Adler and Park talked about upcoming missions and next moves until the sound of Guns N' Roses song, November Rain filled everyone's ears.

Immediately, everybody turned their heads as the beautiful sounds of the live piano and orchestra filled the outside archway, the reverend stood at the end of it.

Bridesmaids, groomsmen stepped out first. After them, the maid of honor and best man. Finally, Alex walked out with the biggest smile on his face. Adler felt a mix of happiness, and a hint of jealously.

Everyone stood up very quickly when the most beautiful part of the music hit it's gorgeous, smooth Forte sound. It was perfect timing, as from the glass doors, you began the walk down the isle with Belikov.

You had asked Belikov to walk you down the isle, and give you away, as you didn't have contact with your biological father. So, Belikov was the crazy man that had practically adopted you as his own. He was holding back tears at this moment!

Adler got you into focus. He even took off his sunglasses just for a better look. Everything about you lookee more than perfect. Your hair, your dress, flowers, you name it. Adler had never felt more hopeless.

Once you reached the end, Belikov quickly gave you a kiss on the forehead, and took a seat. There, the ceremony went forth. With words from the reverend, and beautiful, tear jerking vows exchanged by you both, the time came.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Alex Mason to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"And do you, Alex Mason take Y/N Y/L/N to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"From the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married! Alex, you may kiss your bride!"

And Mason did just that. He brought you in for a breathtaking kiss, with a tight hold. The venue erupted into cheers as you both pulled away. Adler felt happiness, and sadness as he watched. He knew, he'd never have you now.

The bridal and groom party all lead the way inside where the food and alcohol was to be served. Adler walked with Park and Sims, and took a seat near where the buffet was. They waited for the wedding photos to be done so everyone could dine.

After everyone came back, and it was announced that the food was being served, Adler went up and was the first person to officially congratulate the married couple. Both you and Mason smiled the hardest when you saw the blonde walk up.

"Hey you two, congratulations." Adler said with a smile.

He slipped you both a small wrapped gift. You took it and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Russell. It's been awhile since we've seen you, how's everything going? We'll be back after this in two weeks. We are heading to Korea for our honeymoon!" You exclaimed.

"Well that's awesome! And it's alright. The bald man is still giving me grief about every little thing. But, we are looking forward to seeing you both back afterwards."

You grabbed a hold of Mason's hand, and smiled. You took a sip of wine as Mason spoke.

"Yeah, I understand that. Hudson is a hard ass at times, but it's worth it. Well man, hey it's time to open the bar. Why don't you meet me at the dance floor?" Mason said to Adler.

Adler laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh for sure man, for sure."

After everyone ate and gotten the booze of their choice, the dance floor was opened. Everyone watched in awe and beauty as you and Mason had the first dance. Adler thought about how beautiful it was, but he also thought about how he wished that was him.

He pushed these feelings aside when he saw Mason dip you, and pull you back for a kiss. He turned on his heel, and made a bee-line straight for the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

And for the rest of the wedding, the night ended with fireworks, and a few karaoke performances by Woods, Sims, Mason, Park, and they even got Hudson up there to sing. Adler glanced at the memorial table that was set up for Lazar. And in the back at the table, a seat reserved for him.

He then turned back to watch you. You caught him, and smiled, before returing to the arms of Mason.

Adler knew after all this, there was no second chances.

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A Picture Worth a Thousand Gasps

jegulus & wolfstar microfic — fluff, Remus’ POV — word count: 628

note: this is for @starchaser-has-my-heart who asked for James and Remus's reaction to Sirius' (and Reg's) antics in "Rookstar Raccoon", it can be read as a sequel or as a standalone

The three boys were sprawled across the Potters’ backyard lawn, sunbathing and working through their second cup of coffee for the day, when Effy appeared in the doorway holding a letter.

“You got mail, James,” she said with her usual smile, handing it to her son, who accepted it with lazy fingers and zero urgency. “Monty and I have to run an errand. Call me if anything happens, alright?” she added, brushing James’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“Alright, Mum,” James replied nonchalantly as he tore open the envelope.

“And don’t make anything happen,” she called over her shoulder, catching up with her husband at the porch steps. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye, more teasing than stern.

“Yes, Mum!” the three boys chorused in unison, grinning. It was the kind of promise none of them had any real intention of keeping.

Remus watched the couple disappear into the house, then turned back to his friends. Peter had already taken the letter and was reading it silently, his face lighting up with barely contained laughter, while James stared at what looked like a small photograph, absolutely transfixed.

“Who’s it from?” Remus asked, curiosity finally getting the better of him.

James swallowed thickly and muttered without looking up, “Padfoot.”

That name alone was enough to send a jolt of anticipation through Remus’s chest. They’d barely heard a thing from Sirius since the summer holidays had started—never a good sign. “Is he okay?”

“He says they had to go to one of those hellish, stuck-up parties, but—” Peter leaned over James’s shoulder and let out a low whistle, eyebrows raised. “Well, that’s… interesting.”

Remus felt a ripple of anxiety spike through him. If Peter found it hilarious, it was probably ridiculous. But James—James looked like he’d been stunned into silence and that was never a good sign.

Peter finally seemed to clock Remus’s increasingly fidgety state. “He’s fine, Remus,” he said with an eye roll. “Actually, Pads found a way to entertain himself. You might want to see the photo he sent.”

Remus didn’t hesitate. He reached out and swiped the photo clean out of James’s hands. None of this made any sense, it was simply absurd.

“Oi!” James groaned, blinking like he’d just been pulled out of a dream.

Then Remus saw it. 

The photo.

Sirius and Regulus Black, shoulder to shoulder and dressed to the nines, were raising their champagne glasses looking directly into the lens—straight at him—with flirtatious smirks and a level of intensity that practically sizzled.

Two pairs of beautiful icy grey eyes, framed by charcoal black.

Merlin's saggy left testicle, were they wearing eyeliner?

Remus felt his face go up in flames. “They look very…” He trailed off, unable to land on anything remotely appropriate for referring to his best friend—or his best friend’s brother.

“Hot,” Peter supplied without a hint of shame. “The word is hot. H-O-T.” He nudged James, grinning. “Don’t you think, Prongs?”

Remus forced himself to look away from the photo to look at his friend, who was still oddly quiet. Suspiciously so.

James’s face was bright red, eyes wide, fixed on the back of the photo that Remus was holding as if it would disappear if he took his eyes off it.

Remus narrowed his eyes, instinctively tightening his grip on the photo. James hadn't moved—yet—but there was a look in his eye that screamed give it back. 

And Remus was absolutely prepared to fight him for it.

Peter elbowed him again. “Oi, Prongs!”

“Ugh?” James blinked, clearly too far gone. 

“I said Sirius looked hot,” Peter repeated, now barely keeping his laughter in.

James nodded distractedly. “Mm, yeah, he looks hot too.”

Peter snorted. “Merlin, you’re about to get a nosebleed, mate. Pull yourself together.”