#this is like me and reg all over again except reg is like

[woahajimes]

ALSO VERY QUICKLY just found out who is your profile pic lik e,, two weeks ago?? AND ALSO you are. only one year older than me?????? it really does feel illegal i sort of thought of you as someone much much older you know? like an adult friend i could confide in or smth. anyway the fact that you're basically my age makes everything much much better tbh so. yeah 👍🏻

this so chronically baffles me like.

[my-castles-crumbling]

electric - february 3rd - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 459

The plan was supposed to be foolproof.

He was supposed to avoid Regulus’s fear of commitment and being abandoned by playing to his logical side. By staying calm and reasonable. It, in his mind, was an iron-clad idea.

Except now, he had a furious boyfriend on his hand.

“You want me to pay you?” Regulus was saying, looking so mad he could spit.

“No! No, Reg-” James stammered, eyes wide.

He’d started so calm. Mentioned how the electric bill was higher than usual that month, because Regulus had been over so much. How maybe, they should just…split it?

It was supposed to be an easy way to ask Regulus to move in…a point about how, logically, moving in together would save money, and electricity, and water, and all that. That way, Regulus wouldn’t freak out. But now here he was, freaking out.

It made sense in his head.

“It sure sounds like it!” Regulus fumed, standing and crossing his arms. “What, am I that much of a burden to you? Really, James, I don’t get you! You insist on paying for our every meal and yet you don’t want to pay your own damn electric bill?”

“No!” he floundered, wishing this was all a dream. “No, I’m just saying, logically, we can maybe think of ways to save electricity by maybe mo-”

“Oh, so saving electricity is the goal? Not, maybe, seeing your boyfriend who you claim to love?” Regulus yelled, voice rising in pitch and volume. “Wow, real nice. Very romantic.”

“No! I just thought it would be smart to save money by-”

“‘Money doesn’t matter, Regulus,’” Regulus mimicked him, a tear sliding down his cheek. “‘I love you, I want you to feel special.’ Well trust me, you arse, I do not feel special no-”

“MOVE IN WITH ME!” James interrupted, knowing there was no way to stop the ranting now.

Slowly, Regulus deflated, gaping at him. “What?” he asked, his voice small.

“I…I’m asking you to move in with me. I thought you might be easier to convince if I said…y’know…it’ll save money and–and water, and stuff. Like…it’s practical, to live together.” Wow, it sounded stupid when he said it like that.

Rolling his eyes so far back in his head, James was nervous they would get stuck there, Regulus sat on the couch again. “You thought I would agree to move in with you if you told me it would be practical?” he asked furiously.

“Erm…yes?”

“I hate you,” Regulus sighed, lurching forward, hands already reaching for the top button on James’s shit. “I hate you so much. Of course I’ll move in with you, you idiot. Just…never do that again.”

“You will? Brilliant! Okay, I wo-” but he was cut off by Regulus’s lips.

[bradleysass]

Phone - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 542 - Starchaser + Sirius

Regulus lay curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. The flat was quiet except for the occasional rustle of pages as Sirius flipped through a book, entirely absorbed. Regulus had thought having his brother around would be comforting, but Sirius was not the kind of person who excelled at stillness. He could sit in the same room, but he never knew how to fill the silence in a way that didn’t feel suffocating.

Regulus sighed, shifting to grab his phone from the coffee table. His fingers hovered for a moment before he scrolled down and tapped a name.

The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered, warm and slightly breathless.

“Reg?” James sounded like he’d been in the middle of something, but the way his voice softened made Regulus' chest ache.

“Mm,” Regulus hummed, curling into himself. He didn’t even know what he wanted to say. He just needed to hear him.

“¿Qué pasa, mi amor?” James asked, his voice dropping into that soothing, affectionate tone he used when he knew Regulus wasn’t doing great.

Regulus didn’t respond right away. His throat felt tight, the weight in his chest pressing heavier. He wasn’t even sure why. Nothing had happened. Nothing was wrong, exactly. He just… felt wrong.

“Dime, bebé,” James coaxed. “I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

Sirius made a dramatic gagging noise from the other side of the room. “Ugh, I hate it when he calls you that.”

Regulus glared at him before turning back to the phone. “Sirius is being insufferable.”

James chuckled. “That’s not news.”

Sirius scoffed. “You two are so rude.”

Regulus ignored him. “I just—” He hesitated, not sure how to put it into words. “I don’t know.”

James didn’t push, didn’t ask him to explain something he couldn’t. Instead, he sighed softly, and when he spoke again, his voice was all gentle affection.

“It’s okay, bebé, te entiendo. Sometimes you just feel like shit for no reason, huh?”

Regulus nodded, even though James couldn’t see him. “Yeah.”

James was quiet for a moment, then said, “¿Quieres que pase por ahí?”

Regulus hesitated. He knew James would drop everything and come over if he asked. But he didn’t want to be that person, didn’t want to be needy.

James must have sensed his reluctance because he added, “I can just hold you, no questions. We don’t even have to talk. Puedo acurrucarte y ya está.”

Regulus swallowed. His fingers tightened around the phone. “Yeah,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

James exhaled, like he’d been waiting for Regulus to say it. “Okay, mi amor. Dame veinte minutos, ¿sí?”

Regulus closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. “Okay.”

Sirius, still lounging in the chair, raised an eyebrow. “You calling in your emotional support himbo?”

Regulus shot him a glare. “Obviously.”

Sirius smirked but didn’t say anything else. He just shook his head and went back to his book, and Regulus tucked himself into the couch, phone still pressed to his ear, listening to James ramble softly about how he was grabbing snacks on his way over.

The weight in his chest wasn’t gone, but it felt lighter.

James was coming. That was enough.

¿Qué pasa, mi amor?: What's wrong, my love? Dime, bebé: Tell me, baby te entiendo: I understand you ¿Quieres que pase por ahí?: Do you want me to stop by? Puedo acurrucarte y ya está: I can just cuddle you and that's it Dame veinte minutos, ¿sí?: Give me twenty minutes, okay?

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Oh my- I loved your Regulus x Crouch!Reader so much 😭😭

Can you do one of Sirius meeting/discovering Reg is dating Barty's twin sister. Maybe with Barty being dramatic again, 'cause him being a Drama Queen when it comes to their relationship is perfect 💖

(We can pretend the Black brothers have a good relationship, please?)

PROS & CONS.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ ㅤ●ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ R. BLACK

SUMMARY ৎ୭ dating regulus was already entertaining, but when barty and sirius team up for a dramatic “intervention,” complete with a pros and cons list, it becomes downright ridiculous. you and regulus can’t take them seriously—but that won’t stop them from trying

WARNINGS ಇ. barty and sirius being overly dramatic, lots of secondhand embarrassment, and a completely unserious “intervention” that no one (except them) takes seriously A/N ಇ. thank you so much ♡ hope you love it, darling—mwah!! ‹𝟹

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It was a perfect afternoon by the Black Lake, with Regulus lying in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, content and peaceful. His eyes were closed, and he looked utterly at ease, which wasn’t something you often saw in Regulus Black. You were both so relaxed that the shuffle of footsteps didn’t even register at first—until a small, trembling Hufflepuff first-year appeared before you, looking as though he’d just delivered his own death sentence.

The boy gulped, holding out a folded piece of parchment. “Um, f-for you,” he stammered, and before you could thank him, he scurried off like a bat out of the Forbidden Forest.

With a sigh, you unfolded the note. Sure enough, in Barty’s unmistakable handwriting, it read: 5 PM. My dorm.

You rolled your eyes, showing it to Regulus, who gave you an amused, knowing look. “Looks like it’s time for another lecture,” he murmured, smirking as he took your hand to help you up. “Shall we?”

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As soon as you reached Barty’s dorm room, you were greeted by the sight of Barty and Sirius standing in front like two dueling professors, each radiating pure drama. Remus and Evan sat on the bed with their arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed, but still showing up for moral support.

“Ah,” Barty said, clearing his throat and holding up an invisible microphone with great importance, “Lady and gentleman, you’ve arrived. Welcome.”

Before you could reply, Sirius charged toward you and Regulus, hands in his hair. “My little brother,” he cried, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders with a look of exaggerated horror. “Of all the people—my baby brother!”

“Calm down, Black!” Barty held out his hand in a grand, theatrical gesture. “Let’s handle this like the mature adults we are.”

“Right,” Sirius huffed, trying to regain some dignity as he nodded solemnly. “Like adults.”

Evan coughed, muttering something suspiciously like, “Since when are either of you adults?” but Barty ignored him.

“Now, for the purpose of today’s meeting,” Barty began, bringing the invisible mic to his mouth, “we are here to discuss the… situation.” He said the word like he was addressing a crime scene. “The subject of this meeting is none other than Regulus Arcturus Black and my dearest, beloved sister,” he announced dramatically. “Today, we will weigh the pros and cons of this outrageous relationship.”

Sirius nodded, looking proud. “Brilliant. Let’s proceed.”

You and Regulus shared a look, rolling your eyes in perfect sync, but Barty and Sirius either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it.

“Pro number one,” Barty started, glancing down at a real, honest-to-Merlin list he’d scribbled out on a piece of parchment. “They are… academically compatible.”

Remus snorted, looking over Barty’s shoulder. “Barty, that’s barely a pro.”

“Excuse me, Remus,” Sirius cut in, waving his hand dismissively. “This is serious business. Real feelings are at stake.”

“Right,” Remus sighed, crossing his arms again. “My bad.”

Barty grinned proudly, moving on to the cons. “Con number one: Regulus is too punctual.”

Sirius gasped as if struck by a life-changing revelation. “Yes! And I hate to admit it, but that’s seriously unhealthy.”

Remus raised a brow. “But I’m punctual too—”

Sirius shot him a deadly glare. “Shush, Moony. You’re perfect.”

“Right,” Remus muttered dryly, sharing a look with Evan, who looked like he was barely holding back laughter.

“Con number two,” Barty continued, “Regulus never smiles.”

“True,” Sirius agreed, snapping his fingers. “It’s like he’s permanently moody! Bad influence material!”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

Sirius ignored him, turning to Barty with a look of serious concern. “Barty, your sister deserves someone who smiles. Often. Like… Peter!”

Barty blinked, horrified. “Peter?” He shivered. “Let’s not get too carried away, Black.”

“Right, right,” Sirius agreed, looking relieved as he flipped to another page of their scribbled list. “Anyway. Pro number two: Regulus is, regrettably, very intelligent.”

“Thank you,” Regulus muttered.

“BUT,” Barty interrupted dramatically, “he’s also suspiciously quiet. This is concerning.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Regulus, as if the quietness itself was a crime.

“Con number three!” Sirius interjected. “Regulus is obsessed with the stars. And he’ll probably try to convince you they’re interesting!”

Remus and Evan gave up all pretense and just rolled their eyes, sharing an exasperated glance that was almost affectionate.

“And what is wrong with astronomy?” Regulus asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Everything, dear brother!” Sirius cried, clutching his invisible microphone. “Absolutely everything!” (please don't stress on the fact that sirius loved astronomy)

They continued on with their ridiculous pros and cons, listing everything from “too fond of black clothing” to “a penchant for reading way too much.” Meanwhile, you and Regulus exchanged more eye-rolls and smirks, trying to keep straight faces as the list got more absurd.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Barty concluded the presentation, tossing down his parchment. “So, as you can clearly see, this relationship is just—”

“—a disaster waiting to happen,” Sirius finished solemnly.

Evan sighed, leaning toward Remus. “Are we actually done here?”

Remus shrugged. “If we’re lucky.”

Before either Barty or Sirius could launch into a closing speech, you finally decided you’d had enough. “Thank you both for your… input.” You gave them a sweet, exaggerated smile. “I’ll be sure to let you know if we need any more valuable insight.”

“Exactly,” Regulus agreed, deadpan. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Sirius looked briefly wounded before turning to Barty. “Do you think they took this seriously?”

“Not in the slightest,” Barty replied, looking scandalized.

With a huff, he turned on his heel, marching toward the door with Sirius trailing behind, muttering about how they’d “try again later” if you didn’t break up on your own. As they disappeared into the corridor, Evan and Remus finally broke, bursting into laughter that echoed through the dorm.

Remus clapped a hand on your shoulder, still chuckling. “You know, I’m almost sad to see them go.”

Evan smirked, folding his arms. “Next time, maybe we’ll make a pros and cons list on them.”

Regulus’ lips twitched in a rare smile as he pulled you closer. “Now that’s a study session I’d love to attend.”

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[marauder-misprint]

Rum Results

Sirius Black x fem!Slytherin!reader

series masterlist

2.8k words

cw: drinking, angst/Slytherins being Slytherins

You were happy. You were lounging on a couch in the Slytherin Common Room with a bottle of rum in your hand. Every once in a while, you took a swig and followed it with a satisfied hum. Even days later, you were still on the high of your date with Sirius. You hadn’t gotten into any arguments with people recently. And to top it off, you received an E on your Charms essay that you thought was going to be a P. You believed it called for celebration so now you were filled with the warmth of liquor. 

“Ooh, what we drinking tonight?” Evan asked, sitting in the armchair next to you. 

“Rum,” you said, giving the bottle a hearty swish. 

He reached his hand out. “May I?”

You allowed him to take a drink before he handed it back to you. Where Evan was, however, Barty was never far behind. Barty dramatically sat on the ground in between the two of you with his legs stretched out in front of him. He also reached out his hand for the bottle. He snapped at you when you didn’t hand it over right away.

“Where’re your manners, Crouch?” you asked in a motherly voice despite giving it to him.

“You were sharing,” he said matter-of-factly. Then his lips curled into a mischievous grin. “You two up for a bit of Truth or Drink?”

“Pretty sure it’s Truth or Dare,” you said. 

“Usually, but I don’t feel like doing anything but drinking so…” He waved his hand in front of him as to say ‘so be it.’ 

You swished the bottle again, judging how much was left. 

“I’m game. Just let me get another bottle or two.”

Evan leaned forward slightly. “Need a hand?”

You laughed and shook your head. Evan slumped back into his chair. He knew, just like everyone else, that you didn’t take anyone to your stash. It was yours and yours alone. Evan offering was just a formality. You handed Evan the bottle before disappearing out of the common room. 

You moved quickly and quietly. It wasn’t curfew yet, but you still didn’t want to be seen. Knowing Evan and Barty, you grabbed three more bottles from your stash, while taking note that you were running low on your supply and would need to restock soon. You closed the room off. Then you hurried back to the common room. 

Each with your own bottle, you, Evan and Barty sat on the ground. You and Evan were leaning against your previous seats and Barty remained in between you. The game started off normal enough. You took turns asking personal and disgusting questions, drinking when you didn’t feel like answering. Except, whenever one of the boys drank, you drank too. And the more you drank overall, the less you answered the questions directed your way. The boys stopped bothering to ask you questions, opting to just point at you so you’d grin and take a swig. 

You weren’t silent though. You chattered away and laughed loudly at the boys’ answers. It was enough to draw many stares from around the room. But you didn’t have a care in the world. 

That is, you didn’t until Beatrice approached you. Mulciber told her to get you out of his sight before he actually had to take action as a prefect.

“Alright, party time’s over. Come on, up you get.”

She forced you up and helped you back to your dorm, despite your complaints. Once in your dorm, you laid down on your bed on top of the sheets.

“You know, I think I like him… like really like him?” you murmured, practically talking to the bottle still in your arms. 

“Who?” Beatrice asked from across the room.

“Who?” you echoed. “Oh! You don’t know!” You sat up and pointed your finger at her. “Sirius Black! Good ol’ Ministry Boy! He’s pretty, isn’ he?”

“Sirius Black? Regulus’ brother? The blood traitor? He’s… he’s the.. Ministry Boy?” she sputtered. “You’re taking a piss, yeah?”

“Hmm, no. He’s… He’s the better brother.”

Beatrice scoffed. “You really must be drunk if you think he’s the better brother.”

“He is! You just-You think Reg is all that great because, because of his parents. Because your parents. Fucking stupid!”

“If you weren’t drunk right now, I’d…” Beatrice warned, turning away from you.

“You’d what?” you taunted. “You won’t touch me. I may be a half blood and associated with the better black but I can get you alcohol. I can get drugs. I can do whatever the fuck I want because I supply.”

She spun back around to snarl at you. “You supplying barely makes up for you being trash.”

“Please, I’m not trash. If anyone’s trash here, it’s you.”

At that, she crossed the room and punched you in the eye. “I won’t be talked to like that. Not from you, you bitch.”

Then Beatrice stormed out of the dorm, leaving you to pass on your bed.

---

You assumed that Pandora or Dorcas tucked you in when they turned in for bed. You also assumed that Beatrice told the girls what you said because no one mentions your eye all through breakfast and your first few classes of the day. The whispers from the rest of the Slytherins tell you that word hadn’t traveled to the whole house yet, so at least you had that.

You sighed a breath of relief when you found Sirius after your last morning class on your way to lunch. He was surrounded by the rest of the Marauders.

“Hey you,” he said affectionately before seeing your eye. “Oi, what the bloody hell happened to your face?” 

“Beatrice found out that I’m rather fond of you,” you answered with a lightness to your voice.

“And she punched you?”

You scoffed. “Honestly, it’s more mild than I was expecting. And from what I remember of it, she probably should have hexed me into next week.”

“From what you remember?” Remus asked.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that I was absolutely pissed when this happened?” 

“Yeah, you forgot to mention that,” Sirius laughed as he threw an arm around your shoulder. 

“No one’s going to ask why she’s getting that drunk in the middle of the week?” Peter asked the group. 

You sat down with the boys at the Gryffindor table before answering him.

“It started out as a celebratory drink. Got an E on that Charms essay. Then Junior and Evan joined me and we started playing Truth or Drink and I drank every time? And every time they drank? For some reason, that part’s more of a blur.”

Then your brain processed where you were sitting and with who. Well, if Beatrice hadn’t told the rest of the Slytherins by now, most were smart enough to figure it out. And then you looked at Sirius’ friends. 

“Do they… know about?” you asked softly.

“About you two? Yes,” James answered for Sirius. “I’m surprised it actually happened.”

“Why’s that?” you asked him.

“Didn’t think you’d be interested in him. I mean, you went out with his brother. So you either really have a type or-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of his sentence as Remus whacked the back of his head.

“One day you will learn to shut your mouth,” Remus told him. 

“If you’ve told Beatrice though, that means cat’s really out of the bag then,” Sirius said, reaching to load his plate with food. 

You nodded as you did the same. You risked a glance toward the Slytherin table, only to see a bunch of them looking your way and whispering to each other. It went beyond those you usually spent time with. 

“We’ll be finding out how much the Slytherins really hate you, I guess,” you mumbled, returning you gaze to your plate. 

A quiet fell among the five of you. The weight of the stares was felt more heavily by the group than stares usually were. The addition of you and the relationship that you had with Sirius, and Regulus, was new. It added a new layer to everything. Even Gryffindors who had gotten used to everything the Marauders got up to stared and mentioned you in their hushed conversations. 

Eventually, Peter broke the silence and brought up homework from Potions. It felt somewhat like a normal lunch, or a normal lunch from the Marauders’ perspective. You were perpetually quiet. The stares and the different lunch group were a lot for you. 

You didn’t feel the true weight of going public with Sirius until after classes. Sure, whispers seemed to follow you from class to class, but it culminated in the common room. You had planned to study in your room, away from any prying eyes and the endless whispers. Your housemates had different plans.

“Certainly missed out a key question last night, didn’t we, Junior?” Evan drawled from the couch where he was sitting with Barty.

“Feels like it,” he replied.

They weren’t speaking directly at you, but it was implied. They were speaking loud enough as you passed by. It didn’t surprise you that with how close they were with Regulus that they would take the news poorly.

“Do you suppose she has a thing for brothers? Or is it the Black family fortune she’s after?” a girl asked her friend from a table nearby. 

You glared at her and snapped, “Maybe it’s the Black brothers who have a thing for me.” 

The girl shrank into her chair, but her friend just laughed. You huffed and kept moving toward the dorms. You just needed to get away from people.

“Oi, where’re you going?” Wilkes asked, stepping in front of the stairs leading to the girls’ dormitories. “Trying to get out of answering for your betrayal?” 

You pointed to your eye.

“Think I already did. Out of my way.”

“We just want to know what gave you the audacity, half blood,” Avery snarled.

“The audacity for what?” 

“To be fraternizing with blood traitors? Get dropped by Regulus and that’s your rebound?” Avery asked. His words were accusing and judgemental. 

You bounced your glare from one boy to the other.

“Can’t pick who I’m pursued by. And unless one of you were just waiting to ask me out, I don’t think there’s anything to be discussed.” 

“You wish we wanted you,” Wilkes laughed. 

“I really don’t. What I want is you to get out of my way so I can study.”

“So why’d you pick the notorious blood traitor, hmm?” Avery asked, leaning forward. 

“Merlin, move,” you demanded, trying to sidestep them.

They adjusted their two-person wall to block you again. You took a step backwards. Your expression hardened in response to their smirks. You took a deep breath. 

“Petrificus totalus,” you cast with a lightning quick wave of your wand. 

Both boys’ bodies froze on the spot and you moved around them up the stairs, where even after they were released, they couldn’t follow you. In your dorm, you would be mostly safe from judgment. There was Beatrice, but at least Dorcas, Pandora and Cora didn’t seem to mind. 

---

Most of your Slytherin peers switched to avoiding you. Beatrice wouldn’t look at you, but that was the worst of it. Apparently your mellow cursing of Avery and Wilkes when they stood between you and your dorm was enough to warn people off. Now that you were actively dating Sirius, Cora wasn’t as warm to the idea. She stuck to Beatrice’s side. At least you had Dorcas and Pandora to keep you company. They made sure that you weren’t alone with other Slytherins.

Every meal proved to be more awkward than the last. No one really talked to you besides Pandora and Dorcas. When Dorcas or Pandora went to sit with their significant others, you went to sit with Sirius. It was the only way to survive. 

Overall, it was okay. Tolerable. The Gryffindors beyond the Marauders were slow to accept you, but with time, they stopped staring at you and Sirius. It became clear that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. You had practically flipped from trying to not stare at Sirius during class to enjoying being under his arm. 

You walked back to the Slytherin Common Room alone. Dorcas and Pandora had sat at the Slytherin table at dinner while you sat with Sirius. It had been a long day and you just wanted to be in the comfortable warmth that the Gryffindors gave you. Now, it felt like every step you took made the atmosphere a degree colder. 

Then it felt like you plunged into a frozen lake.

Regulus was sitting outside of the common room with a bored look on his face as he twirled his wand around his fingers. He looked up at you as you approached him, your footsteps echoing around the two of you.

“Waiting for someone?” you asked dryly. 

“You actually,” he replied, matching your tone. 

You raised your eyebrows and waited for him to continue. You crossed your arms across your chest defensively as he stood up. 

“It’s become more than just passing time,” he said slowly. 

You knew immediately what he was talking about. The last time he waited for you outside the common room, he had asked why you danced with Sirius at the Christmas party and then spent the whole evening with him. You had told him that you were just passing time.

“It has,” you confirmed. You wanted to laugh and say that it took him long enough to realize that. Instead, you added, “Does it matter?” 

“Are we still… okay?” He sounded uncertain. He sounded like he wasn’t sure if that’s what he should be asking you. 

You were confused at his question. And at his uncertainty. It had been the entirety of the Slytherin house turning its back on you, not the other way around. 

“Only if you can tolerate me being a half blood dating a blood traitor.” 

He swallowed thickly and nodded. “I… I can. As long as you don’t believe everything he tells you about me.”

This time you did laugh. It’s not cold or warm. It’s just a laugh of awkward disbelief. Regulus, of all people, didn’t appear to be upset that you were now dating his brother. Regulus seemed to think of it as an attack on him and wanted to make sure that you two were still amiable. 

“What?” he shot defensively.

“As long as I don’t believe everything Sirius tells me about you? I’ve experienced plenty of you first hand to have already made opinions about you.” You paused to let the words sink in. “All he could have to say about you to me would be stories about your childhood. You know, the stuff you never talk about. Stuff he tends to avoid too.” 

“Oh…”

You offered Regulus a soft smile. “So, if you have any really embarrassing childhood stories that Sirius might bring up, you have all the time in the world to tell me.”

There’s a beat of silence. Regulus debated if he should say anything more, if he should ask the question he knew he really had no business asking. He did anyways.

“How long has… When did it become more than passing time?”

“Oh, erm, a little over a week ago.”

“Do… do you want me to tell them to bugger off?” he offered. 

“Them being?”

“Anyone who gives you shit.” He said it with such finality. It shocked you. “The only one allowed to feel weird about your… relationship is me. So if my pride can handle it, they can too.”

You felt an urge to hug Regulus. He was single-handedly offering to make your time in the common room, and your dorm, much more tolerable. 

“I’d really like that, Reg. And, I don’t know if it makes it any less weird for you, but getting with Sirius has nothing to do us not working.” 

It was his turn to laugh, although it was more of a warm chuckle from him as he turned toward the common room door.

“It has everything to do with us ‘not working.’ If only my family didn’t require you to be pure blood.” He tutted and disappeared into the common room.

His comment left you frozen to your spot for a moment. Him confirming that blood status was the sole reason you two couldn’t be more than friends hit a nerve for you. It was and wasn’t frustrating at the same time. It was also something you didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about. You had Sirius, who didn’t give a damn about your status. Sirius, who wormed his way into your mind and stayed there. Sirius, who claimed he was cut from the same cloth as you. 

But it was good that Regulus acknowledged it. That he knew he could act on his feelings for you in a way that wasn’t overstepping, in a way that was respectful of you and your choices. He would use his own status and power to ensure that a girl he felt so strongly for remained respected.

tags: @nsr-15, @kabekusa, @made-for-oliverwood, @sunflowerscloudydays, @salvatt1, @sammyreid, @ravisinghs-wife, @petrificustottally, @stanzie, @moonjellyfishie, @1989-taylors, @urmykindofwoman, @mrspotatas, @azure-drag0ness

[maraudering-times]

25 days of Jegumas - Day 22: Santa Claus - 907 words - @noblehouseofgay

Regulus is seriously regretting agreeing to take his niece and nephew to see Santa Claus. He doesn’t even like children. Except of course little Draco and little Luna. Those two? He’d do anything for them. Evidently including sitting through rush hour traffic to get to the mall just to wait in line for two hours all for them to sit on some creepy old guy’s lap for mere moments to give their Christmas wishes and get a photo. And evidently, maybe not actually anything. 

Regardless, here he was in line so these kids he loves with his whole heart can meet the man of the hour. Luna is excitedly bouncing on her feet while Draco tugs insistently at his hand, pointing at the animatronic reindeer lining the queue. 

“I see them, Draco.” Regulus tells the smaller boy. He reaches out and grabs Luna so she doesn’t duck under the rope to touch them. “Do you know what you’re gonna ask Santa for?” He asks the children.

“Uh-huh,” Luna nods, still bouncing but now holding his other hand. 

“Me too!” Draco exclaims.

“What’re you gonna ask for?” Regulus prompts. 

Luna and Draco both shake their heads. “Nope,” Luna says.

“Can’t tell you Uncle Reggie, or we won’t get it.” Draco tells him, pouting.

“You know that Santa Claus tells your parent’s what you ask for, right? They cooperate on gifts so you don’t get double. You can tell me.” Regulus presses.

“That’s a lie,” Draco pouts.

“We’re not telling you.” Luna lets go of his hand to cross her tiny little arms over her sweater. 

Regulus sighs but leaves them be. It’s not like he hasn’t bought them gifts already, he just wanted to make sure that everything they wished for for Christmas arrived on the day, he was just going to pass the information on to their collective parents.

The line shifts forward. 

“Are you going to ask Santa for a present, Uncle Reggie?” Luna asks, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

“Oh,” Regulus looks around at the others in line with them. “This is just for the kids today, the adults go another time.” He tells her. 

She beams up at him and says, “okay,” and turns back to look at the decorations around the queue. 

Soon enough, it’s their turn. Draco and Luna barrel towards Santa Claus sitting in his big chair and happily strike a conversation up with him. Luna climbs into his lap first, Draco not far behind. They each take turns talking quietly in his ear and he nods very seriously at whatever they tell him. Santa then points to the camera and the three of them pose. Draco gets off his lap first and runs back up to Regulus. 

Luna says something else to Santa Claus before following her pseudo cousin. “Uncle Reggie, Santa says you can tell him your wish now since you’re here already!”

Regulus stammers at the two of them, lost for words. “Oh, I’m not sure, Luna Bear, I don’t want to hold up the line.”

Draco uses all his might to try and push Reg towards the red coated man. “Go on, Uncle Reggie. You don’t want to come all the way back here, do you.”

Regulus sighs, letting himself be pushed by two eight year olds and relents. “Okay, okay.” He approaches Santa and sheepishly looks at the costumed man. “Hello.”

“Hello there young man. I’m told your name is Regulus, yes?” Santa greets him in a deep timber.

“Yes.”

“You have to sit on his lap.” Draco points out. Regulus groans quietly causing Santa to laugh to himself in a much lighter voice than he uses with the children.

“Come along then, young Regulus.” Santa pats his lap invitingly.

Regulus mutters to him as he sits, “Don’t encourage them.”

“Where’s your Christmas cheer,” he whispers in his normal voice. A very young voice. 

“How fucking old are you?” Regulus snaps surprised. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no cussing in front of the kids.” Santa winks. He clears his throat then, adopting his persona again. “Now, what would you like for Christmas young man?” 

“To never have children of my own,” Regulus deadpans. 

Santa Claus stifles a laugh and nods seriously. “I’ll try my best. Now smile for the camera.”

“Over my dead body,” Regulus mutters but does as told, feigning an exuberant smile as the flash goes. Regulus gets off of his lap and turns to the man. “Thank you, Santa Claus.”

“You are very welcome, Regulus. Your photos can be picked up over there with the red headed elf.”

  Regulus nods and collects his charges, stopping by the elf to collect their photographs. The elf smiles sweetly at him and hands over two envelopes. One has two pictures of the children inside and the other one of him. Although, on his envelope is a sticky note with a phone number and name, James, scribbled on it. “What’s this?” He asks the elf.

“Oh nothing, just the direct number for Santa Claus here in case you have other Christmas wishes to be fulfilled.” She winks at him.

Regulus looks down at the sticky note then back at the man playing Santa. He gives them a parting wave paired with a secretive wink before he turns to the next child in line. Regulus thanks the elf and stuffs both envelopes into his pocket and takes his niece and nephew’s hand, leading them away from the crowd. 

[bri-cheeses]

Fall Break — Part 3

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 888 | Part 2 is here |

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“We’re really not like that–” he began, but she interrupted.

“Do you know what the first thing you started talking to me about was when I first called you this semester? It wasn’t how you were liking your classes, or whether or not you had a nice dorm, or even how you had seen some cute girl at the coffee shop down the corner or something along those lines–no, it was how you and Evan had been up late the night before, too busy talking and doing whatever it is you boys do to go to sleep at a normal hour. And there was that time I FaceTimed you only for Evan to pick up, apologizing on your behalf for being unable to talk, seeing as you were passed out in his arms on the couch together. And that time I came down for the weekend to surprise you for a visit, and I ran into Dorcas outside of your hall, who very politely informed me that I wouldn’t be able to see you right at the moment because you and Evan had gone out to eat together, and that time Regulus was teasing you in the background when you were on the phone with me about how you barely had time to keep up with your classes anymore because you were too busy keeping up with Evan, and really, Barty, are you sure that you two aren’t actually dating?”

Barty sat there, dumbfounded. How his mother had managed to notice specific instances of all those little things that had somehow worked their way into his and Evan’s relationship unbeknownst to either of them was beyond him, but here she was anyway, standing in the kitchen and forcing him to see his friendship with Evan in a new light.

And upon further inspection, Barty found that he had to admit his mother had a point. He and Evan weren’t normal friends. Normal friends didn’t sleep in each other’s bed every other night, normal friends didn’t want to be in each other’s company every second of every hour, and normal friends certainly weren’t too busy with each other to even think about dating someone else.

Memories came unbidden to Barty’s brain. The people all over campus telling Evan and him that they were a cute couple, only to be laughed off hysterically. Barty whining about having no love and Regulus jokingly suggesting that he simply start dating Evan since it would be so easy, except now that Barty thinks about it, it hadn’t really sounded like Reg was joking. The pact he had made with Evan to marry and move in together if they were still single by the time they were thirty five, and the little seedling of hope in Barty’s chest that he had thought so odd. The fact that multiple people had broken up with him because he was, in their words “too close to Evan” to truly be close with his partner like he supposedly should be, along with the fact that people had done that to Evan, too, for the same reason.

And yes, they were good friends. They had always had a nice, very platonic friendship that was just… very, very close at the same time. That’s how Barty had always viewed it. But if he took a step back and tried his hardest to think about it from an outsider’s perspective, things looked a bit different. And maybe the reason he had never tried looking at it from an outsider’s perspective before was because deep down, he had known what he might find.

His mother was still quietly looking at him, a knowing glint behind her eyes. Barty was half hysterical as he made eye contact, his mouth wide open in disbelief and his hands gripping his mug much too tightly.

“I,” he said, and stopped. He tried again. “I have to, uh, I, call… Regulus. Yes. I have to call Regulus.”

He nodded shortly as if to seal a deal, and the corner of his mom’s mouth twitched. He was thankful that she didn’t say anything, though, instead choosing to nod understandingly, giving him free reign to stand up and frantically pull up Regulus’ contact on his way out the kitchen.

He hit the call button as soon as he was out of earshot. His foot tapped an inpatient rhythm against the hardwood floor, just barely enough to accent the ringing of his phone, but there nonetheless.

“Regulus,” he said as soon as the call connected, not even waiting to see if Reg was actually even listening. “I need your help.”

Regulus was silent except for a long-suffering sigh that filled the space between them, but Barty didn’t stop to acknowledge his friend’s familiar impatience. Instead, he took a deep breath to prepare himself, then blurted out in one huge, potentially catastrophic jumble of a sentence, “Am I or am I not kind of unknowingly dating Evan?”

The sigh Regulus let out once more was so weary that Barty wondered at how he didn’t have wrinkles yet, if he was truly feeling that old. Still, the wayward thought was not enough to cause him to miss Regulus’s very much exasperated earth-shattering response.

“Finally,” he said, somehow sounding relieved and annoyed all at once. “I thought neither of you would ever realise.”

-

(The End!)

[justtwotired]

could you write something in which the reader discovers that regulus has become a death eater, and everything that comes with it ? except they're in a relationship or have feelings for each other !

i love your writing, thanks <3

Yesss, of course! I don’t know what pronounce you’d have wanted but I’m going with a F!reader for this one, you can always ask me to change it ofc🤍

His dorm was empty as they laid cuddled up in his bed. She felt him starting to relax more as he was half asleep. He didn’t notice her fiddling with his sleeve.

She clipped the button of, and then on again. She pulled on it and turned, she didn’t really know what she was doing, she was a bit bored and not tired.

Her eyes caught something under his sleeve and slowly she started to pull the sleeve down as her eyes got big.

Regulus’ half conscious mind suddenly picked up on what’s was happening and shot up, grabbing his sleeve and pulling it up as he got out of the bed.

She did as well. “What was that?” She demanded to know. “Amour, listen-” he tried as he turned to her to meet her hardened gaze. He never told her about his family’s plans, he didn’t know what she was making of the story, but he knew it was bad as she had never looked at him like this.

“Regulus what was on your arm?” She knew what it was, she just wanted to hear him say it, see if he regretted it. “Y/n I promise it is not what you think.” He said as he felt his voice crack and tears started to fill his eyes but he just blinked them away.

“It isn’t what I think? So that wasn’t the dark mark on your arm?” She huffed sarcastically. “Please just hear me out, love.” He took a few steps towards her and she did one step back.

“You have two minutes.” She said and he noticed she herself was really trying to keep the tears looking in her eyes where they where.

“I didn’t want it, alright, I always knew I would be forced to get the mark, I just believed it would be when I turned seventeen, I thought I could run for it- they just took me by surprise last summer.” He looked away from her and she just watched him.

She didn’t know what to answer, she also didn’t know if she should believe him. She blinked and then turned on her heel towards the door. He didn’t waste a second and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

She turned back to him with a small glare. “Let me go, Regulus.” She said trough gritted teeth. “Please say anything else.” It was almost as if he was begging, and for a second, her gaze softened as she had never seen him this vulnerable.

The second didn’t last long as she pulled her arm towards herself in a weak attempt to break free, but they both knew he was much stronger then her. She pulled again and then used her other hand to try and pry his fingers of her.

He took her wrist with the other hand and she suddenly noticed, his grip wasn’t rough at all, he was just holding her almost lovingly.

“Reg, please.” Her voice cracked and she sounded almost miserable, then she looked him in the eyes for the first time since finding out. His grip weakened… and then he let go of her.

“I am so, so sorry.” He whispered and the first tears rolled down his face, her face softened again, never in her life had she seen him cry, she had never see him this vulnerable.

It almost made her pull him in for a hug… almost.

She didn’t know what to do, she wanted time to think, wanted to leave and take a very long walk over the grounds.

“I’m sorry, Regulus.” She said and then left the dorm.

———

On Monday, three days later, she arrived at her history of magic lesson and sat down in her assigned seat, the lesson starting soon after, yet the chair next to her staid empty.

She turned around in her seat and looked at Barty behind her. “Where is Regulus?” She whispered. “In our dorm, he hasn’t left his bed since Friday.” He whispered back.

“What? Has he even been eating?” She asked and he shook his head. “We brought him food but he never ate it, we thought you would know what happened.” Evan decided to take part of the conversation too. “Yeah, he did mumble something about you in his sleep- it was actually the one only time he slept, I don’t think he has slept at all after that.” He said honestly.

Her eyes grew wide and then she sighed. “That absolute moron.” She said and stood up, leaving the class. Not that Binns would find out anyway.

On her way to the dungeons she stopped by the kitchens where she asked the house-elves for some food which they happily provided.

Muttering the Slytherin password, she stepped into the common room and then walked to the sixth years boy dormitory. She opened the door, to which he did not react at all.

“You’re a bloody asshole you know that.” She said and he looked up at her in surprise and shock. “Y/n.” He said with a small sigh and she walked over to his bed. “You can’t just stop eating and sleeping, do you know how bad that is for you? You could have ended up in the hospital!” She scolded as she handed him a sandwich she got from the kitchen.

He just stared at it and then at her. “Well go on, eat it, otherwise I might push it down your throat.” She told him and he hesitated but took a bite anyway. It didn’t take long before it was all eaten.

“I’m sorry about Friday, it’s just- I needed some time to think and hadn’t thought about how unfair it would be to you. I understand that you had no choice, but I guess I was just scared.” She sighed and something in his eyes broke.

“You where scared of me?” He asked, it was the first time he had spoken to her since she came barging into his room. “No! Not of you! Just what this would bring for the future, I was scared for you, scared for what would happen to you.” She admitted and he relaxed a bit.

“I’m sorry for not telling you. I will be alright, Y/n, everything is going to be fine, I promise.” He said and she looked up with a small smile.

“Can you do one thing for me?” She asked and he nodded hastily. “Yes, of course.” He quickly said. “Great, get some fucking sleep you blithering idiot.” She said and he breathed out a laugh.

He pulled her by the arm and made her lay next to him. She cuddled up to him and it didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep.

[justkitkatthings]

You always thought you were used to this life. You grew up in it, after all. Your parents had both served, your grandfathers had both served, and your great grandparents, etc etc.

What you weren’t used to, however, was dealing with it alone.

Just going to the bar real quick, we’ll bring you back a drink. Yeah, right. When your parents went anywhere at a function like this, there was no doubt they’d run into a million people who want to talk to them. Why did you agree to come here again?

Right, the drinks. And the men. But mostly the drinks. Your parents hadn’t even made it to the bar, lovely. It was only a matter of time until-

“Ma’am, can we sit here?” A nice looking woman interrupted your peace.

Can they? You didn’t know. It wasn’t like there were assigned seats, and your parents like to talk to just about anyone.

“Sure.” You smiled and reluctantly set your phone down. You didn’t want to talk to these people, but you had to keep up appearances for your parent’s sake.

The woman smiled and set her stuff down across the table from you, including a drink, which you were eyeing. You’d could really use one right about now, you hoped your parents were at least at the bar and ordering now.

“Would you like a drink?” The woman asked politely, probably assuming you were another spouse or a lonely rookie.

“No, thank you. My parents are getting me one.” You answered with a polite smile, albeit a little forced.

The woman looked a little taken aback for a moment, before realization crossed her face and she gasped. She lightly hit the arm of what you assume to be her husband, breaking him out of the conversation he was having. “You’re the Colonel’s daughter! John, it’s the Colonel’s daughter.”

The man, John (he really looked like a John, you thought), had glanced at you and smiled. He looked like that one really happy animal. It helped take your mind off the lack of drink.

“It appears like it. I’m Captain John Price, I worked with your father a few years back, and this is my wife. It’s nice to meet you.” He held out a calloused hand.

You shook it and introduced yourself, even though you didn’t really need to, which was kind of weird, but you’re used to it by now.

Luckily, that’s when your parents came back, and with your drink. Alcohol and no socializing? Sounds like your kind of night. Except, they had to mess with your plan.

The table filled up with other high ranking couples and you thought you were in the clear. They could all entertain themselves, since they deemed this table the important people table. There was only one empty chair, which you thought would remain empty for the end of the night. But there was a lonely looking man with a mohawk the next table over, and your parents and their coworkers were bleeding hearts.

“Johnny, get over here!” John called out with a wide grin, gesturing to the empty chair. Right next to you. Damn it, you’re going to need another drink.

The mohawk man perked up and refused at first, but he couldn’t really say no to a bunch of stubborn higher ups. So now this hairy tank of a man with a weird haircut (is that even in regs? You’d have to ask your dad later) was sitting right. next. to. you.

“Hi.” You offered him a pursed lip smile and sipped your drink, trying to ignore the chastising swat your mother just delivered to your leg under the table.

Instead of engaging in more conversation, you just decided to listen to the one the officers around the table were having. You didn’t understand half of what they were saying anyways, so you could just sit there and look pretty. Well, at least until you got a few more drinks in you.

Some of your dad’s mentees ordered him a shot, which he couldn’t take since he was responsible and driving home at the end of the night. And who better to offer it to than his daughter in her twenties? Then, the general put a shit ton money on the bar tab, so everyone had even more to drink, including you.

As you were going up to the bar for your umpteenth drink, you bumped into the hairy man again. You narrowed your eyes at him and tilted your head. “Y’know, your haircut’s cute in like… an ugly way.”

“Oh?” He smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Tell me more, bonnie.”

“I don’t know.” You hiccuped and shrugged. “It’s unique, but you’re hot, so it balances out, hairy.”

“Ma name’s Johnny, bon, not Harry.” He countered with a deep chuckle, that you thought you could feel vibrating in your ovaries.

“No, hair-y. Like hair.” You corrected him with a drunk giggle, putting a hand on his bicep and gently tugging the dark hairs there.

“Yeah, I got lots o’ hair.” He agreed with a nod and a very amused expression.

“Like… everywhere?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“Everywhere.” He answered, his voice dropping to match yours. “You wanna see?”

And that’s how you ended up hungover and sore, in more than one way, in a stranger’s bed the next morning. Your parents are going to be pissed.

[fruitcoops]

Midnight Margaritas

IT'S HERE!!!!!! Happy Fic O'Ween 2024 everyone, affectionately titled “maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s frat boy margaritas” :)) I am so excited for this year's theme--making puzzles out of fests is my new favorite thing. Can you guess the Halloween movie of each fic? What about the overarching one for all thirteen?

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove and header/ fest credit belongs to @noots-fic-fests!

TW for alcohol

2 3 4 5? ounces of tequila. The good kind. Probably.

“Ah, fuck me.”

“It’s fine, nobody will notice.”

“It’s burning my nose.”

“The acid cuts it. Just blend it more.”

Juice of 1 lime

“Move, move—hey, cher, did you put a new thing of crackers out?”

“I’m doing the mulled wine, Fish said he’d take care of it.”

“…why are the marg limes in the—”

“Shit.”

Triple sec (or anything with orange) (except orange juice, you freaks). A splash. Eyeball it.

“Okay, Cap and Loops are Ubering, guest room for T and Nolly, Alex is DD?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Oh, and Dumo just left.”

“Reg is staying on the foldout, by the way. Knutty’s setting up.”

“I love that thing.”

“We’re still not bringing it into our bedroom.”

Ice

“I really for sure put too much tequila in.”

“I’m telling you, blending it makes it fine.”

“What happened? You two look…focused.”

“A generous two ounces of tequila.”

“Scoot over, I’ll make a simple syrup.”

“Will that help?”

“With the taste? Sure.”

Shake Blend until well-mixed (this was a terrible idea).

“Oh—Christ Almighty, Harz.”

“Lo distracted me.”

“To spill half a bottle of—”

“It wasn’t half.”

Salt rim of glasses (essential)

“Mm. We should put chili powder in it next time. What am I talking about? I have my tajín.”

“Peanut, I love you, but I think chili margaritas might actually kill some people on this team. Including me.”

Pour blended margaritas into seasonally-appropriate glasses (once again, salt rim not optional), and enjoy!

“Happy Halloween, mes amours.”

“Happy Hallo-housewarming.”

“Oof, you both taste like tequila. Reg said your mulled wine was good, Lo. He stole the oranges out of mine.”

“Lucky for you, I know how to make more.”

“That’s the spirit. I thought I kept you around for a reason.”

“To autumnal revelry, a good fuckin’ party, and no morning alarms?”

“The best things always come in threes.”

“C’est vrai. Santé.”

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Long - Oct 17 - @rosekillermicrofic - 405 words - Warnings: hair pulling

Between sixth and seventh year, Evan had a boring summer. His father had decided it was time that Evan started taking his future seriously, and signed Evan up to apprentice under him at the Ministry. It meant that Evan had no free time left for his friends, leaving him to survive only on their exchanged letters for the entirety of the summer. Despite his eagerness to return to school, though, Evan was the last one of his friends to board the train and find their usual compartment.

When he walked in, only Barty was inside waiting for him. Barty had been reading a book, but as soon as he caught sight of Evan, he threw it aside carelessly.

“Oh, finally,” Barty exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages. All of our friends have abandoned me. Reg is with Potter, of course, and Dorcas went to find McKinnon, and Pandora tagged along to see Lily Evans.”

“That’s not very nice of them,” Evan commented, storing his trunk away.

“Well, I wanted to wait for you anyway,” Barty responded, and when Evan turned back to him, Barty was smirking at him, much closer than he had been a moment ago.

It was obvious what Barty wanted to spend their train ride doing, and Evan was entirely on board — except he was distracted by Barty’s new appearance. He’d let his hair grow out over the summer, some of the strands reaching almost to his chin now. Evan reached up to tuck some of the pieces of hair behind Barty’s ear, fascinated with the way his longer hair moved.

Evan’s throat was suddenly very dry. “Your hair… it’s long.”

“Yeah,” Barty grinned. “You like it, Rosie?”

Evan answered him by surging forward and pressing him against the closed door to the train compartment. Barty moaned against his mouth, his hands coming up to grip Evan’s shoulders tightly. Their mouths connected in a frenzied kiss, and Evan’s hands came up to cradle Barty’s face. His hands slipped through the silky hair, and as he moved them, the strands tangled around his long fingers. He tugged, just a little, and Barty pulled away from the kiss with a gasp.

“Sorry,” Evan apologized immediately, but then he noticed Barty’s wide-blown eyes and flushed face. He looked like sex personified, with his swollen lips and chest rising up and down with his quick breaths.

“Do that again,” Barty demanded, and Evan obliged.

[jamesisasimp]

hello your tags !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes yes yes !!!!!!!!! giggling at all of this because yeah!

i think for james he was getting it all confused right? because that’s regulus and his cars are so cool and so fast and he always wins so james is like … do i wanna be WITH him or do i wanna BE him??? and he has a good time getting regulus all riled up when they race each other and loves making him mad by being like “i let you win” but then when regulus DOESNT WIN james is like …. “oh! oh no! i think i do actually wanna be w him bc i don’t even care that he just lost rn”

but by then it’s tooooo late because barty is here and regulus’ attention is now elsewhere because first he tries to break barty down and then he’s like …. well … if you can’t beat them … join them ig …

but there’s also tension because the black family has scouts and they’re like “we need to recruit this guy to race for Us. since he’s so good. and they’re giving regulus shit for losing so the only option is for barty to join the black family or for regulus to sabotage him so bad that he’ll never race again except barty isn’t working for anyone but himself so he absolutely refuses regulus’ recruitment tactics so reg has to go to drastic measures and they kinda hate each other but now they’re also kinda ?? obsessed and in love ????

okay sorry for brainrotting in ur asks unprompted like this ,,,, i just loved ur tags 😭

I literally love this so much you have no ideaaaa!!!!

Jealous, bi curious James going through a sexuality crisis with a rival, you will always be famous

Also your Barty is already so hot on principle and now you want to make him the mysterious allusive guy from out of town with no backstory that wears leather and has a cool ass car and races like no one has ever seen before????

Like I get it, Reg. I too would leave husband material James Potter for a bad bitch

This James/Barty rivalry is actually sending me because in the big finale race where Reg and Sirius are competing to see who's the best Black family heir, James is also trying to prove that he's better than Barty, to win back his mans. And Barty is not above teasing James endlessly over the fact that Reg (this sexy little ball of curls and french curse words) chose him!!!

Which, like, means so much to Barty too you know? Like he's the type of guy that has spent his whole life being the best, being better than the best, giving 110% in the hope that someday it might be good enough, that someone might appreciate how hard he's worked. And no one ever does, so he stops trying and avoids being inaugurated into another family full of expectations he'll never meet - he lives for himself and his own enjoyment and that is all

But then Regulus... oh, Regulus isn't like the others. He knows Barty's fucking good, and he knows getting that good isn't easy because he wasn't always the best at racing either. He did it to connect with Sirius at first, then to take Sirius's place once he left, and so he knows how hard it is, how much you have to push yourself and your car. And he wants Barty to teach him, because, even if he hates to admit he's not the best, he knows Barty's an expert, someone he can learn from

Like give me Barty dragging Reg, who has always bought the newest, top of the line tires and engines and suspensions and other car stuff, to the most seedy, back alley places to get new add-ons for his car. Helping him pick out a new break kit for Marleen to put in and a new set of lights ("How do headlights help me go faster, Barty?" "They don't, but they look fucking cool")

And he trusts Barty to make him a better driver (after seriously debating breaking his legs for upstaging him or paying him off to never race again) and Barty fucking loves that, more than the money or anything else. Regulus is taking his advice and listening to what he has to say and has anyone else noticed how fucking hot he looks when he's so concentrated, and-

But also they're racing for completely different reasons!!! Barty does it because it's fun and he's good at it and he needs the money, and Reg does it because he has something to prove. So the whole time Barty is trying to teach him that all you have to do is let go and have fun, and Reg is just trying to win, to prove to his parents (and himself) that he can be as good as Sirius - better than Sirius. So like the tension!!!! They frustrate each other so much!!! But also they're so in love!!!!!

Anyways, please brainrot more!!!! Anytime, all the time!! These two will be living rent free in my brain foreverrrrr

(Like just picture the abandoned car junkyard picnic date where they lift mufflers and sit on the old rusty hood of a car with the headlights on and drink and snack and make out talk about life)

Okay, getting off my soap box now-

[my-castles-crumbling]

Courting

James was a pureblood in the physical sense, of course. But his family wasn't traditional. He hadn't been raised to follow certain customs or ideals.

So when Regulus approached him, looking like he was going to faint, and held out a small pin, James was a bit confused.

It was ornate, and the Black Family Crest was visible etched in the silver. Regulus's hand shook as he held it out, and James took it silently, quite nervous that he would somehow do the wrong thing and upset Regulus further. His boyfriend hardly ever showed his emotions at all, let alone something as vulnerable as nervousness or fear, so James wanted to make sure not to make it worse.

"Erm...is this for me?" James asked softly, turning the pin over in his hand.

"Only...only if you want it," Regulus murmured, his voice so raw and genuine and terrified that James was quite sure he was missing something.

But he couldn't stand letting Regulus feel afraid for another moment, his heart hurt as he looked at the other man, his face so clearly showing a fear of rejection. The gift obviously meant something to him, for some reason. So he said, feigning confidence, "Of course, baby. I love it."

And Regulus's face broke into the most beautiful, relieved smile.

-

For the next few weeks, Regulus continued to give James odd gifts, always in the same way. James could never figure out why he seemed to be so terrified when he gave these gifts, and why he was always so relieved when James accepted them. But James couldn't bear to make Regulus anything other than happy, so he accepted the strange gifts without a word.

But they were. Odd, that is. Besides the pin, there was a pair of gloves, a single red tulip, and a picture of the two of them. James kept them all on his bedside table, unsure of what to do with them. Except the pin. James put that on his jacket.

-

"What the bloody fuck is on your coat?" Sirius asked one day, as they got back to their shared flat.

"What? Oh, yeah. Reg gave it to me," James explained, running his finger over the small crest. "I'm not sure-"

"And you didn't tell me?" Sirius screeched, mouth agape.

James narrowed his eyebrows. "I...I'm sorry? I didn't think I had to-?"

"You didn't think you had to tell me you're engaged?" Sirius yelled, his voice higher-pitched than most baby screams, now.

"What?" James asked, yelling as well.

"Well," Sirius clarified, sitting on the couch. "Courting to be engaged. Same thing, really, but-"

But James wasn't paying attention. He was too busy remembering Regulus's behavior as he gave him the pin, the other strange gifts. He'd heard of courting before, but he hadn't realized...

And then it hit him. Regulus wanted to marry him. Regulus wanted to marry him. Regulus wanted to marry him.

"I have to go, Pads," James mumbled, grabbing his jacket again, grinning so widely his cheeks hurt.

And he ran out of the flat to find Regulus.

[bradleysass]

road - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 693

Rain splattered the windows like it was trying to wash the whole house away. The house, their prison. It was nearly midnight, and the Black manor was dark except for the dim yellow light in the hallway—flickering, like even it couldn’t decide whether to stay.

Sirius was halfway down the stairs, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, one shoelace untied and his hoodie half-zipped like he’d thrown it on in a rush. Which he had. His knuckles were red—one of the picture frames in the hall was crooked now, glass cracked like spiderwebs.

Behind him, at the top of the stairs, Regulus stood barefoot in his pyjamas. His hair was messy, his voice small.

“Siri, where are you going?”

Sirius didn’t turn around right away. Just stood there, breathing hard. Like if he turned around, he’d break.

“I am being told to hit the road whether I like it or not.”

Regulus blinked, once, slowly. “You mean Mum kicked you out again?”

“No, this time it’s Dad.” Sirius finally looked back. His mouth twitched like he wanted to laugh. “Which is fun. Nice to get some variety in my traumas.”

He tried to make it a joke. It always was a joke, until it wasn’t. Until someone cried, or bled, or left.

Regulus came down two steps, then another. “You can’t go. It’s past midnight. You don’t even drive.”

“I’ll walk. Or crash at James’ place.”

“Sirius—” Regulus took another step. He looked painfully young. Fourteen going on forty. A kid who learned too fast how to keep his head down, how to say the right thing. Sirius hated that most of all.

“I can’t stay here, Reg. You know that.”

“I know,” Regulus whispered. “But I— I thought you’d at least say goodbye.”

Sirius turned around fully, sighing as he sat on the stair near the bottom. His bag thudded to the floor.

“I wasn’t going to. Thought it’d be easier.”

“Easier for who?”

“For me.”

Regulus sat beside him. Their shoulders didn’t touch, but they were close. A thin line of silence stretched between them like fishing wire—tense, tight, invisible unless you looked for it.

“I always thought,” Regulus said slowly, “that when you left, I’d go with you.”

Sirius looked over, heart lurching. “You’re just a kid, Reg.”

“You’re not that much older. Seventeen doesn’t make you a saint.”

“No. But it makes me legally allowed to get the hell out.”

“Yeah?” Regulus picked at a thread in his pyjama pants. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“Stay. Keep your head down. You’ve always been better at it than I ever was.”

Regulus let out a brittle laugh. “You sound like them.”

Sirius flinched. “Don’t say that.”

“Then stop saying shit like that. I’m not you, but I’m not them either.”

“I know,” Sirius said. “I know. That’s why it hurts so fucking much to leave you here.”

Regulus’s jaw clenched, eyes bright with unshed tears. “So don’t.”

“I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because if I don’t leave tonight, I’ll never leave. And they’ll win.”

Sirius stood again, and Regulus stared at the creaky wooden floorboards like they might open up and swallow him whole.

“I hate them,” Regulus said quietly.

“Me too.”

“I hate that you’re going. I hate that you have to.”

Sirius slung the bag back over his shoulder. He walked to the door, pulled it open. Wind rushed in, sharp and cold, smelling like rain and faraway places.

“I’ll call you when I’m settled. I promise.”

Regulus didn’t answer.

Sirius hesitated in the doorway. “Tell Kreacher not to do anything weird with my room. Or do. Let him build a shrine, whatever. Maybe it'll piss them off.”

Still nothing.

Sirius swallowed. “I love you, Reg.”

Regulus finally looked up. “Then take me with you.”

Sirius’s heart cracked clean in half.

“Goodbye, Regulus.”

And then he left. Rain soaked his hoodie in seconds. His shoes slapped the pavement. Lightning split the sky in the distance.

The door clicked shut behind him.

Inside, Regulus stayed on the stairs until the morning. Until his legs were numb and the sky turned pale grey.

No one noticed.

[hunter-the-gae]

Okay so I went to see Hadestown last Thursday (01/09/25). I cried.

The. Whole. Damn. Time.

(Well, except intermission)

But i didn't cry 'cause I didn't know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice. I'm such a Greek Myth whore, OF COURSE I knew abt Orpheus. I, however, did choose to go in blind, so i had actively avoided the soundtrack before going.

Big mistake.

Why did I spend the entire time comparing Eurydice and Orpheus to Jegulus?????????

The way I sobbed?????

Eurydice was Regulus, and Orpheus was James and I wanted to scream. Hades and everything he was and stood for was Walburga and Orion and Voldemort and the death eaters and gods the way I sobbed every damn time I made a connection.

In my head it was: Regulus lived his life and it wasn't anything big and interesting, he was always cold but he didn't feel it 'cause he never felt anything different. And then he meets James and James is the sun and James is warm and James loves him and im delusional but fuck. He's not cold anymore. Reggie isn't cold. But then he gets scared, he starts to doubt that James will stick around. And James is distracted because he's trying his best to make the world better so Reg won't hurt ever again. And he doesn't realize that Reg gets drawn back in by his mother and all that shit. And then James goes after him and he tries and he almost does it. But then the part where Orpheus looks back at Eurydice by accident is like when Reg realizes he has knowledge that fucks voldemort over and decides to sacrifice himself to save everyone.

Also the song "wait for me"????? Was I supposed to ever stay sane?????

I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know it was I who discovered your secret

I need it to be known. I haven't been sane a day since. I've just been in slow, downward spiral.

[noblehouseofgay]

I don't hate you

Jegulus and Black Brothers microfic

Hurt/comfort

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Regulus sat on james bed, curled into his boyfriend's arms. His face was wet from tears.

"He doesn't even look at me, James." Regulus whispered. "I just-...I want him to look at me. Just for a moment."

James ran his fingers through regulus' hair. "I know, love. I know. He's just...he's having a hard time. He'll come around."

"No. I really don't think he will. I think he hates me. Actually I know he does." Regulus wiped his face on his sleeve. "I really don't know how you can even be around me knowing he hates me."

"Because I love you."

"You loved him first."

"And I can love you both." James said, softly. "I have enough love for you both." He gently pulled Regulus closer and kissed his head.

A opening of a door made Regulus jump, grasping james shirt.

He looked over. Fear filled his stomach. The last person he wanted to walk in. His brother.

Regulus stared, wide eyed. And yet, Sirius only looked at the floor. Or the wall. Or anywhere but his brother. As if looking at him itself would hurt him.

Regulus quickly wiped his face and stood up. He couldn't speak. His throat felt like it was chained closed. He felt a hand gently hold his. James. He looked at his boyfriend. Reg held his hand for a moment before nodding and letting go. He made his way towards the door. The silence in the room heavy.

"I don't hate you." Sirius voice was small, yet still felt angry.

"Pads..."

"Funny way of showing it." Regulus tried to keep the weakness he felt out of his voice. "You don't even look at me, let alone speak to me."

Silence again.

"I don't look at you because it's hard."

Something inside regulus snapped.

"Oh it's hard to look at me? My apologies that it is so hard to look your brother in the eye. You know whats harder, Sirius?" Regulus turned to his brother. "Being replaced. And watching it happen. Seeing it coming and you can't do a thing about it."

"I wasn't trying to repl-"

"Oh save it. After your first year. When you came back home. You were telling me everything. Except I'm not sure you remembered I was even there. Because you said you'd felt like you'd found the brother you never had." His voice broke. "You said that while I was sitting right next to you. I had lost you before I even got the chance to come to school."

Regulus let out a bitter laugh. "And I can't even be mad. Because I can't hate him for it. Because I get it. I'd replace myself with him too."

James looked up, eyes filled with sadness. "Love..."

Regulus shook his head. "I tried to hate you. Both of you. And yet here I am now. In love with you," he gestured to James, "and missing you constantly." He looked back at Sirius. "Now that is hard, Sirius."

The room fell heavy with silence. Regulus wiped remaining tears off his face. He voice felt scratchy, and he had to fight for it to work at all. "I just wanted my brother back. I wanted you to be my brother. Not run away and find a new one." With that, Regulus left. He felt the breakdown coming and refused to have it in front of Sirus.

He quickly made his way to the dungeons. He flung his door open and shut it behind him. He didn't know if anyone was in the dorm or not. It didn't matter. He couldn't hold it anymore. He heaved a breath and collapsed on the ground. He sobbed into himself.

He felt people near him. They didn't speak, but they sat by him. He vaguely knew it was Barty and Evan. It made sense. He hated crying in front of people, but if it had to be anyone at least it was them.

Barty gently placed his hands around Regulus, inviting him to lean. Regulus fell against the other boy, Evan sitting next to them both. Reg sobbed into Barty for who knows how long. By the time his sobs calmed, his entire body ached.

Evan got up and the two boys gently helped Regulus move onto his bed instead of the floor, Evan practically carrying the smallest boy.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Barty's voice was calm. A rare thing to experience but appreciated nonetheless.

"Sirius walked in when I was with James. He overheard me talking about him." Regulus was looking at the ceiling, trying to keep himself somewhat calm. "He had the audacity to say he doesn't hate me. He said that even though avoiding me constantly sends a much bigger message."

Regulus hugged himself a little. "Now I think he's going to keep James away from me."

"Yeah no, that's not going to happen."

Regulus looked at barty. "What?"

"We won't let that prick keep James to himself. We've seen how happy Potter makes you and we'll be dammed if it's your smart-ass brother who breaks that."

Evan spoke up. "Even if he tries, Reg, I don't think James would give up that easy. We see the stupid doe eyes he makes at you."

Barty laughs a little. "It's nauseating, but we like seeing you happy."

Regulus laughs, it's small and weak but it's something. He sniffs. "I just- I want them both. I want my boyfriend. And I want my brother. I don't understand why that's so impossible."

"I don't think it's impossible." A fourth voice made them all jump.

"Panda how'd you get in?-" Evan looked at his sister.

"I have my ways." She smiled and sat on the floor. "I felt I was needed."

Regulus smiled a little and rolled his eyes. Pandora always knew. Somehow. She always just knew.

"I don't think that it's impossible. If it was impossible then you wouldn't care as much. I think it'll find a way. James cares about both of you. He won't let either go."

Her soothing voice always had a way of sounding confident, no matter the context. She sounded like she knew exactly what she was talking about. Regulus messed with the sleeves of his sweater.

"I hope you're right, Panda."