#to put in the flower beds regulus asked for

[eden-writes-stuff]

Hi! Would you be willing to write some rosekiller angst? Some hurt/comfort goes a long way :-)

tags: angst, torture, death eater rosekiller wordcount: 623

Evan wasn't even crying anymore. His body was almost numb from all the pain he'd been put through over the last hour. His throat was sore from all the screaming. And all that because he hadn't killed a child.

Eventually, they just left him lying on the cold floor, unable to move.

Barty made sure everyone was gone, before he snuck through the black doors, cowering next to Evan.

"Rosie? Baby?" He gently lifted him up into his lap, stroking his hair. The boy looked pale, exhausted. Barty hated them for hurting him. His lovely, brilliant, weird, beautiful Evan. Evan, who knew how to heal, unlike Barty. The bigger problem was, that Barty didn't even know what spell he would use in this situation. It wasn't like there was anything exactly wrong with him. Evan hadn't broken a bone or dislocated a shoulder, he'd just experienced a lot of pain.

He needed to get him help. Regulus would know what to do. He always knew what to do, he was always in control. Barty placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, before carrying him through the manor. It was the kind of house that was so dark it seemed to swallow all the light and with it the joy. Just like his old home.

Halfway up the stairs, Evan began shaking in his arms. "It's fine. You'll be fine. We'll get you help", he whispered, holding him closer.

They both shared a room with Regulus, which had made things around here slightly more bearable. "Put him on his bed", the youngest Black instructed as he saw them walking in, placing his book aside and gabbing his wand.

"They took turns on him for an hour. I don't know what to do", Barty explained, voice not as steady as he would have liked. "I know, I heard him...." He swallowed, before sitting next to Evan on the bed. 

For the next 20 minutes, Barty paced through the room, trying to help Regulus as much as he could. Then he waited.

Evan had stopped shaking and wasn't as pale as before, but it took him a while before he woke up again.

"Rosie... Are you okay? How do you feel?", he asked, softly taking his hand. "Feel like shit." His voice was rasp and barely audible, but he was back. Half-open eyes, a weak grasp, but he was back. And he was alive. 

Barty gave him a glass of water, which Evan emptied in one go. With a quiet sigh, Barty lay down next to him, face buried in the crook of his neck.

"I was scared", he admitted after a while. "I thought I would lose you." "I was scared too", Evan whispered. "But I really didn't want to kill this kid. And it's pretty fucked up that they make us." "It is. But it's not worth you being tortured like this." "Yeah... Maybe." Evan sighed, pulling Barty closer to him.

He liked being alive. He liked a lot of things about it. Being with Barty, feeling the sun on his face, good food, all kinds of bugs and spiders, flower fields, his sister, spending time with his friends... But life like this... Spending most of his time in this dark, cold house, going out mostly at night, and when they went out it was to kill people. Time with his friends and with Barty had also become very thin because most of them were always busy and Pandora refused to talk to him.

"Bee?" "Hm?" He sounded like he was half asleep. "If I wanted to leave... would you come with me?" Barty looked up at him, but before he could answer, there was a loud banging at the door.

"Crouch. We need you for a mission. Now."

[james-sunshine-potter]

i really want to write an unnecessarily long fic where james and regulus finally buy a house together, and james has been tasked with all the outdoor labour. which regulus thought was a good idea cause james is really handy and good at labour based tasks. (plus regulus is no good with that).

but it back fires, as james keeps drawing eyes to himself cause he's basically doing it half naked, as it's middle of summer, mid heatwave and too hot for james to wear tops and do manual labour. so people on the street keep flirting with james, cause he's tanned, toned and sweaty, and it's driving regulus insane with jealousy.

this would quite literally just be for me. it would be a funny fic.

[ultravioletbrit]

“fashion” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 399 words

 

“What are you doing here?” Regulus ask Sirius exasperatedly when he opens the door.

“I’m here to help you get ready for your date with James, duh.” Sirius says pushing past him with an arm full of clothes.

“Sirius, I don’t need your help, and I certainly don’t need your clothes. I already know what I’m wearing and he’s going to be here in an hour. So can you please leave?” Regulus is still holding the door open, but Sirius has already made his way to the bedroom. Regulus closes the door with a sigh and reluctantly follows Sirius.

“Is this what you’re planning on wearing?” Sirius asks pointing to the neat black slacks and dark green jumper Regulus has laying on his bed. Regulus just nods his head. “Well, thank God I’m here! You have no fashion sense at all!” Sirius unceremoniously drops all his clothes on the bed beside Regulus’ outfit and starts going through them.

Sirius has Regulus try on no less than 20 outfits, all different combinations of the things he brought over. About an hour later Regulus is standing in front of his mirror wearing neat black slacks and a dark green jumper with a beaming Sirius beside him.

“See! This is perfect! I don’t even remember bringing this, but obviously I’m a genius because this looks great!” Sirius says excitedly.

“Yes, thank you, you’re a genius.” Regulus tells him, dripping with sarcasm as he rolls his eyes. “Now can you please leave he’s going to be here any–” The doorbell cuts him off and Sirius runs out of the room. Regulus just groans and follows him.

“…and no funny business and have him home by eleven.” Regulus walks in on Sirius telling James. James’ eyes immediately shift to Regulus, and he brushes past Sirius.

“Sure, whatever you say Sirius.” James says dismissively walking up to Regulus. “You look beautiful.” He says with a bright smile passing Regulus a bouquet of flowers. Regulus takes the flowers and hides his smile behind them whispering a small “Thank you.”

“You ready to go?” James asks.

“Yes, please.” He takes James’ hand, and they walk towards the door. As he passes Sirius, he hands him the flowers.

“Put these in water then get out of my house.” He tells Sirius firmly then instantly soften when he turns back to James, and they leave for their date.

[wordsofwilderness]

First Time for Everything

Inspired by this post by @drowninginthoughts27

Day 11: Role reversal (Trans James and cis Regulus with a dash of first time) - Jegulus Kinktober - @jeguluskinkoberr - 1.175 words - EXPLICIT

Regulus’ hands roamed over James’ bare chest, his mouth firmly attached to James’. They were on Regulus’ bed, James sitting up against the headboard, with most of their clothing already thrown about on the floor. Regulus pressed his knee up against James’ crotch. Groaning into the kiss, James rubbed the wet patch of his boxers against Regulus’ leg.

Emboldened by the reaction, Regulus honked a finger into the elastic band of James’ boxers.

James paused his movements, separating their lips to ask, “You’re sure you want to do this?”

Regulus’ voice had a bit of an edge when he said, “Yes, James. I’m sure.” They had talked about Regulus wanting to try this several times before, but it had always been more about the idea—how hot the thought of it was.

“You’re all tense, love,” James murmured, a hand brushing over Regulus’ cheek.

“Nerves,” Regulus explained, glancing away. With a knuckle under Regulus’ chin, James tilted his face back and raised an eyebrow. With a sigh, Regulus hedged, “What if I’m bad at it?” Even with the amount of research he’d done, there was bound to be something he had missed. He’d subjugated himself to straight porn for this. The length he’d go to figure out how to eat out his boyfriend. With learning to suck dick, he’d at least had the advantage of having one.

“Then you’re bad at it,” James said, shrugging. With a wink, he added, “And I’ll be your willing subject if you ever want to get better.”

“Just give me pointers, right?” Regulus said. He’d like to avoid needing to have another chat with any of the girls about this, it was bad enough they’d most likely be asking for an update at some point.

Dorcas had been little help, the long speech she’d given about flowers—while clearly holding in her laughter at Regulus’ expression—had been cryptic at best. When he’d asked Pandora, she’d simply recommended going to Lily, since she was good at it. Regulus wasn’t going to question in what way Pandora had acquired that piece of information. Speaking to Lily of all people did actually prove informative, though it had by far been the most mortifying conversation of his life. Oh, how he wished books had the answers to all his questions.

“Of course, love,” James replied with a smile, lifting his hips to let Regulus tug his boxers off.

Regulus settled between James’ spread legs, heart hammering in his chest. It was no secret between them that Regulus was very into James’ muscular thighs, but having his head between them was something else entirely. His dick twitched against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be touched. He kept his hands on James’ thighs. He couldn’t afford to lose focus now, not if he wanted to do this properly.

Regulus leaned in. Right, he could do this, he’d prepared for this. Spreading James’ folds with two fingers, he licked a strip up between them, experimentally. James was already plenty wet from their prolonged, heated snogging session. A sour tang with a sweet undertone played on Regulus’ tongue, not a hint of the saltiness he was used to when going down on someone.

Above him, James hummed, weaving his hand loosely into Regulus’ hair. This he at least knew—a comforting touch. He could imagine how James’ hand would grow tighter as James descended into pleasure, keeping Regulus right where he wanted him. And true enough, James’ hand jolted as Regulus’ tongue ran over his sensitive bundle of nerves. It was larger than in the diagram Regulus had found in the library, a suspicious stain on the page, making him put it right back instead of checking the book out.

Regulus pressed his face closer, his tongue repeating its trail ending with at James’ most sensitive point each time. He catalogued each of James’ hitched breaths, and how James’ fingers pulled at his curls. “Regulus,” James hummed, tugging on Regulus’ hair to keep his mouth where it finished its path upwards. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, running his fingers over Regulus’ scalp.

Encouraged by the praise, Regulus wrapped his lip around the sensitive, protruding bud. Sucking lightly, he was met with a moan falling from James as his hips jerked. Well, at least a fraction of his dick-sucking skills seemed to be transferable.

“You can use your fingers, baby,” James directed softly. Regulus pushed a finger into James’ wet heat, marvelling at the ease of it. He thrust it in and out a few times, glancing up to gauge James’ reaction. “One more? And you need to curl them against the wall,” James instructed, “There’s an area right at the entrance that feels a bit rougher, that’s the sensitive bit.”

At least Regulus’ blush from James’ corrections was thoroughly hidden. Was it really too much to ask that he’d be perfect at this the first time around? But for James, he’d brave the embarrassment.

He added another finger, dragging his fingertips along James’ walls each time he withdrew them. True enough, there was a patch that was rougher than the rest.

“Fuck. Just like that,” James groaned as Regulus began to develop a rhythm.

The praise went straight to Regulus’ dick, twitching in his boxers as he redoubled his efforts. With a whine, he took James’ bundle of nerves back into his mouth. Getting the hang of fingering James while eating him out was an electrifying experience. He chased James’ praise, a shiver going through him as the words began to get muddled up by moans.

James’ thighs shook on either side of Regulus’ head. Above Regulus, James was a mess of whines and moans, the pitch of his voice rising as he approached the edge of his orgasm. Tightening his hand in Regulus’ hair, James’ hips jerked up as a loud cry fell from his lips. He ground down on Regulus’ fingers as he came. Regulus did his best to manage the onslaught of movement and his need to breathe to not ruin James’ orgasm.

Eventually, James’ frantic movement stopped as he collapsed back against the headboard of the bed. Carefully, Regulus extracted himself from between James’ legs, looking up at his boyfriend. His eyes closed behind his glasses, his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. Still bathing in the afterglow, his head lulled to the side as he opened his eyes, meeting Regulus’ eyes with a wide smile.

“See? You did brilliantly. No need to worry,” James grinned, reaching out to cup Regulus’ blushing cheek. A finger running over Regulus’ wet lips, James hummed under his breath, “Such a pretty mess.”

With his face soaked and hair surely in complete disarray after James’ hand, Regulus didn’t doubt it to be true. A needy whine fell from his lips without permission, his own needs making themselves known now that James’ was taken care of.

The corners of James’ lips perked up. With a tug on the hem of Regulus’ boxers, he said, “Let me return the favour?”

[theostrophywife]

the christmas special | the slytherin boys.

author's note: a cute collection of christmas activities that each of the boys would do with you. consider this as my gift to all of you. merry christmas pookies ✨

BLAISE

during first year, you and blaise established a tradition of pranking your friends with elf on a shelf.

some of your most notable accomplishments were: placing your little elf friend on all of the cigarette butts that theo had a horrible habit of littering with and placing it on his desk while the elf smoked one of his fancy expensive italian cigs that he saves for special occasions.

for mattheo, blaise took an action figure and smeared it in red food dye to commemorate all of the fights he seemed to get himself into.

for draco, you slipped a tiny amount of purple dye in his shampoo which turned his hair lavender for an entire week.

for enzo, blaise ransacked his honeydukes stash and left a mountain of wrappers on his bed.

for regulus, you replaced his sleakeasy potion with plain old water, which made his pretty curls frizz up like he'd been electrocuted.

neither one of you were stupid enough to prank tom. that was a one way ticket to an avada.

this year, though, blaise flipped the game on you.

you woke up in your dorm surrounded by flowers and balloons with the elf sitting at the edge of your bed, holding a note that said: call me a christmas, because i'm already wrapped up in you — b.

you chuckled as you read the note. your door swung open, revealing a grinning blaise.

"i thought you might like that one. i have plenty of others, though."

"is that so, zabini? well, let's hear them then."

"are you a christmas tree? because I’m really pining fir you."

"wanna feel my ugly christmas sweater? it's made out of boyfriend material."

you burst into a fit of laughter, making blaise grin. "and my personal favorite, the star may be on top of the tree but you can be the star on top of me."

"blaize zabini, you are ridiculously adorable."

"yeah? did my efforts work then? wanna grab some hot cocoa with your favorite person?"

"oh? is draco free?" you chuckled at the sight of blaise's frown. "i'm kidding, blaise. now come on, i need a sweet treat. besides you, of course."

DRACO

draco was ridiculously competitive, which was a trait that you usually found endearing in your boyfriend, but he was definitely taking this gingerbread house competition to another level.

you had never seen draco so concentrated, measuring each piece with his wand and spreading the icing with such careful precision.

"we're going to win this year, I just know it." he said, his pink tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he secured the roof over your gingerbread house.

"it's not about winning, babe. it's about having fun!"

"fun?" draco asked incredelously. "no, darling, this is about crushing riddle underneath my boot, which I suppose is my own version of fun."

"oi! I heard that malfoy," mattheo complained.

"sorry matty, dray's gone full psycho." you teased, pinching your boyfriend's cheek. "I think it's rather cute though."

"you'd be the only one," theo said with an eye roll.

"don't hate, nott. where's your house anyways?"

theo shrugged while mattheo snorted. "notty boy here got too high and ate the entire thing."

you chuckled. "well, that's less competition for you and I, dray."

"good," draco said with a pleased smile. "now come on, darling. I want you to put on the finishing touch."

you nodded, taking the gumdrops from your boyfriend's hands and sticking them around the perimeter of the house. draco surveyed your hard work, really the only work he let you do since he was so adamant on building the entire thing from scratch.

"it's perfect, love."

"blimey," enzo said, cocking his head at the house. "you two really went all out this year."

tom scoffed. "it's architecturally inaccurate."

you rolled your eyes at the older riddle. "well, we couldn't exactly replicate everything, but i'd say dray did a fantastic job on his house."

"our house, darling," draco corrected. "or at least it will be soon enough."

"is that malfoy manor?" regulus asked.

"precisely," draco confirmed with a proud smile. he looped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss against your cheek. "and i've got the future lady of the manor right by my side."

you giggled, leaning into your boyfriend's touch. "lady of the manor? hmm, I like the sound of that, dray."

ENZO

every year, enzo looked forward to ice skating on the frozen banks of the black lake.

he was terrible at it, but it only made it that much more endearing.

you remembered the first time he dragged you out into the cold during first year, talking your ear off about how excited he was for this time of year.

along with you and enzo, the rest of your friends joined in on the fun. mattheo and theo were absolute menaces on ice, while regulus and draco made a whole competition out of it. pansy and blaise were content to watch in the safety of their enchanted tent, sipping hot chocolate in peace.

over the years, enzo had gotten a little bit better, but he was still a little shaky on the ice. he never minded though since you were always there to hold his hand while you patiently skated around the rink with him at a glacial pace.

you weren't that great at skating either. or so he thought.

until the two of you were chatting, keeping to the makeshift wooden rails at the edge of the lake, when mattheo and theo came barreling past.

"watch out, y/n!"

you clocked the two menaces skating past you at full speed and made a rather complicated maneuver that enzo couldn't have even dreamed of landing.

"oh my god," enzo exclaimed. "are you alright? and what was that? that little twirl and land combo? I thought you couldn't skate, honey."

you smiled sheepishly, cheeks warming at enzo's nickname for you. "it's called an axel jump. I may have told a little fib when I said I couldn't skate..."

"I can see that, love," enzo said with a chuckle. "why would you pretend that you couldn't skate?"

"I didn't want you to feel left out," you admitted shyly. "the boys are always showing off and I don't know, it was kind of nice just to take it slow with you."

"you did that for me?" enzo asked as a grin spread across his face. "i like taking it slow with you too, y/n. I look forward to it every year."

"and here I thought you just really liked the ice and snow."

"are you kidding? I hate the cold," enzo replied, shivering. "but I like when you old my hand and lead me around the rink. and I also like it when you make us hot cocoa with extra marshmallows after. I just like you, honey."

you beamed. "I like you too, enz."

enzo smiled in return, kissing the tip of your frost kissed nose. "now come on, love. show me that move again. it was hot."

MATTHEO

"babe, we're supposed to decorate the cookies not eat them all," you teased, snatching a snow shaped cookie out of your boyfriend's hands.

"but they taste so good," mattheo said with a pout. he flashed his big, brown eyes at you, fishing for sympathy. "you know I can't resist sweet things. why do you think i'm dating you?"

you chuckled at his cheekiness. "nice try, matty. but we have to decorate the cookies first and then you can have a bite."

"oh, i'll have a bite alright," you squealed as he tugged you flush against him, pulling you in for a not so innocent kiss. "there. that should hold me over for a few minutes. at least, long enough to decorate."

you shook your head and handed him the cookies and icing. mattheo hummed, bumping against your hip every so often as the two of you began decorating.

despite his complaints, mattheo's cookies turned out way better than yours.

"how are you doing that?" you asked, staring at the perfect piping on his snowflake.

"it's easy, princess. here, let me show you." mattheo slotted himself behind you, his big hands enveloping yours as he attempted to guide you in replicating his design.

"real smooth, matty. this is just an excuse to wrap your arms around me, isn't it?"

"hmm, no i'm genuinely trying to help."

you raised a brow, backing against his crotch. matty released a low groan. "is that a candy cane or are you just happy to see me, baby?"

"all i'm saying is that i'm more than happy to give you a white christmas, princess."

with a giggle, you turned around and pulled him down to you by the front of his cheesy christmas sweater. his lips met yours in an eager kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. as the sweet taste of icing coated your tongue, you chuckled.

"really, baby? you didn't even last a half hour before sneaking a taste."

"you're lucky I haven't bent you over this table yet, mi amor." his low, husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

"on second thought, i'm not opposed to having that sweet treat a little early."

mattheo smirked. those big, brown eyes were nearly black as he lifted you onto the counter, big hands roaming underneath your sweater as his lips attached themselves to your neck.

"I was hoping you'd say that, my little snowflake." you squealed as he pulled you towards him, smirking as he knelt before you. “let’s put you on the naughty list tonight, y/n.”

“I don’t mind, matty. I know you’ll make me feel real nice.”

“damn right, baby.”

REGULUS

you and regulus had not planned on getting this drunk.

the game plan was to tackle decorating the common room with ample snacks, spiked eggnog, and a classic christmas playlist.

you hadn't accounted for reggie's heavy hand when it came to making drinks.

"how much rum did you put in this thing, reg?" you asked between giggles, wrapping tinsel around yourself like a makeshift scarf. "i'm really feeling it now and we're only halfway done."

"hmm, dunno, I kind of just eyeballed it." regulus responded, dangling two emerald ornaments through his ears. "I also may have nicked the bottle from malfoy. he's going to throw an absolute fit when he finds out."

"my father will hear about this!" you exclaimed, repeating draco's iconic line. "how dare you put your peasant lips on my vintage rum?"

regulus snickered, clutching his sides. "don't make me laugh, love. i'm already smashed enough as it is."

"honestly, that's what they get for making us decorate all by ourselves."

"hmm, I don't mind. at least I got to spend more time with you."

you chuckled. "we're already attached at the hip as it is."

regulus raised a brow, pulling you in by your wrist. he stood to his full height and spun you around in a circle before catching you in his arms. "are you trying to say you're tired of me, ma chérie?"

"never. you know you're my favorite person, reggie."

"you're my favorite, too." regulus murmured, his green eyes softening as he swayed. music played softly in the background as he pulled you closer. "dance with me?"

you giggled. "we're smashed, reggie. what if I trudge on your toes?"

"you do that sober anyways," regulus teased. "just humor me, please, y/n?"

you nodded, smiling softly as regulus led you into a waltz. despite his drunkenness, reggie was still the elegant dancer that he always was. it was in that aristocratic black blood, you supposed.

as you swayed in his arms, regulus pressed his forehead against yours, his pretty curls tickling your nose as he smiled. "tu es l'amour de ma vie."

"what does that mean, reg?"

"it means that there's no one else i'd rather get drunk and decorate with besides you. merry christmas, y/n."

you beamed, rising to your tiptoes and kissing his nose. "merry christmas, reggie."

THEO

playing white elephant with your friends was chaotic, to say the least. the annual tradition almost always ended in tears and sometimes even blood.

this time around, you were the one most likely to draw blood.

"that's not fair!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at draco. "you only want the heated blanket because I want it. you probably have a thousand fur throws, malfoy!"

draco smirked as he wrapped the white, fluffy blanket around his shoulders. "yes, but I stole this one. from you. that makes it special."

the shit-eating grin he flashed at you was enough to push you over the edge. "i'm going to skin you, you little ferret. give me back my blanket—"

"oh no you don't, dolcezza." a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and held you back from lunging at draco. theo hauled you over his shoulder and set you down on the sofa.

"don't manhandle me, teddy!"

theo bit back a grin as you huffed in indignation. he knelt before you, tapping your nose. "you're being bad, little missy. i'm putting you in time out."

"i'm not a child!" you responded, frowning at your best friend. "besides, draco started it. he stole my bloody blanket!"

"yes, but that's no excuse for violence, is it bella?"

"theodore, you literally bit enzo for taking your gift last year."

"I never claimed to be perfect."

you rolled your eyes, which only made theo chuckle. "tell you what. if you promise not to maim malfoy, i'll buy you as many heated blankets as you want." you raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with the offer. "i'll even throw in some hot chocolate and cuddles. the complete teddy package. sound good?"

"okay," you said with a sigh. "but only cause you asked nicely."

theo smiled and kissed your forehead. "good girl. now come on, pans made spiked eggnog."

thirty minutes later, you were curled up on the sofa with theo. you yawned, blinking slowly at whatever mattheo was supposed to be enacting for christmas charade. he was either doing something very vulgar or riding a sleigh. you could never really tell with matty.

"getting sleepy, bella?" theo asked, poking his nose against yours.

"mhm," you murmured, burrowing yourself into theo's neck. he smelled like cigarettes and pine. "will you carry me to bed, teddy?"

"course," theo replied as he kissed your temple. "don't you want to bring your blanket, though?"

you blinked in confusion, but smiled when theo presented you with the fluffy, white heated blanket. "you got it back for me?"

"draco and I made a deal," theo confirmed as he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

"threatening to throw me off of the astronomy tower if I don't give you the blanket does not constitute as a deal, theodore," malfoy said with a frown.

theo waved him off as he scooped you into his arms. "the important thing is, you've got your blanket back."

you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "you're the best, teddy."

"anything for you, tesoro." theo murmured softly as he climbed up the stairs with you in his arms.

"wait!" mattheo exclaimed. "you're under the mistletoe." he pointed to the small sprig hanging atop the alcove you were currently under. "that means you two have to kiss."

theo flushed, his gaze dropping to your lips as he shifted nervously. "we don't have to, bella—" the words died in his throat as you tugged at the front of his sweater, dragging his lips down to yours.

the kiss was soft and sweet and you melted into theo like the missing piece of a puzzle finally slotting into place after years and years of pining and yearning.

you smiled as theo blinked slowly, those pretty eyes brimming with love and adoration. "you—I—wow," he breathed.

"c'mon, teddy. you promised me cuddles." you chuckled, brushing your thumb over his lips. "and kisses too?"

theo grinned. "kisses too, amorina."

TOM

tom had never really been a big fan of the holidays.

he certainly had no interest in taking part in something as childish as secret santa.

yet the second he heard that you were participating, tom was suddenly the first one to toss his name in the ring.

by luck of the draw (he threatened enzo who was the one to actually pick your name to switch), tom got you this year and even he had to admit that he was excited to exchange gifts.

the annual slytherin christmas party was the usual sensory nighmare of tom's dreams, but he soldiered through the incessant chattering, itchy wool jumper, and heavy handed spiked hot chocolate. all because of you.

"are you having fun, pumpkin?"

tom's brow quirked at the nickname, but made no protest as you sidled up next to him. on anyone else, the red velvet dress with white fur trim, ornament earrings, and christmas lights necklace would've looked tacky, but for some reason, tom found it quite endearing on you.

"it's not horrible," tom conceded.

"not horrible? why, thomas, that's almost a compliment."

"don't push your luck, doll."

you chuckled as you looped your arm through his. "wouldn't dream of it," you responded cheekily. "now come tommy, it's time for secret santa."

tom watched as the rest of the group exchanged gifts. more accurately, he watched you clap and cheer at every gift that youy friends opened. the look of genuine joy on your face was almost cracked a smile out of him.

he supposed it wasn't such a terrible thing to endure.

"your turn, y/n," pansy said.

all eyes were on you as you took your gift from the pile, carefully unwrapping the pretty green and silver paper. tom fought the urge to grin as you took the black silk ribbon off of the box and tied your hair back with it.

you pulled out the first gift, which was a set of fresh coloured inkpots from france that you religiously used to write your notes with.

"oh my god, these are my favorite! and I just ran out too," you exclaimed excitedly.

the next gift were a pair of the high heeled boots tom had caught you staring at in hogsmeade. you were convinced that your feet would get too cold in them and that they'd hurt your feet, so tom charmed them to be comfortable and warm, which you discovered with delight when you pulled them on.

"i love them! i'm going to wear them all the time."

you peered into the box, which contained one last gift. a pretty pink leather bound journal that had your initials scrawled in gold ink on the cover. your eyes immediately snapped up to tom's.

"how fancy," pansy said. "any guesses on who your secret santa is, y/n?"

"tommy!" you said with a grin. "i've only complained to him a thousand times about running out of my coloured ink and he was with me when I was eyeing these shoes in the village." you hugged the journal to your chest, smiling shyly at him. "and I told him how much I liked his fancy journal."

"now we can match, doll."

"thank you, thank you, thank you," you said excitedly, enveloping tom in a tight hug. the rest of the group looked on curiously, smirking amongst themselves at the fact that tom allowed the gesture. if it were anyone else, tom probably would've hexed them within an inch of their life.

"does that mean you like it, y/n?"

"no," you said, still maintaining a death grip around his neck. "i love it, tom. it's perfect. you're perfect, pumpkin."

tom blinked as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. your cherry lip gloss branded his skin, but he didn't mind one bit. he would wear the mark proudly.

"do my eyes deceive me?" mattheo crooned. "are you blushing, brother?"

"aw, how cute. pumpkin’s got a little crush," theo added.

tom glared at both boys. "you have two seconds to run."

mattheo and theo both looked at each other before taking off in the opposite direction.

"really, tommy?" you teased, giggling.

"they're being twats."

"such a grumpy little grinch," you exclaimed, tapping his nose. "at least let me give you your gift before you maim the boys."

"can I have a hint?"

"let's just say you and nagini will be warm and cozy this christmas," you said with a devious smile. "I made the two of you matching jumpers!"

"you better be joking, doll."

"oh, i'm as serious as a heart attack, tommy.” tom scowled as you slipped your fingers through his. "but don't worry, you get more than one gift tonight."

"you're lucky you're cute, y/n."

you chuckled, standing on your tiptoes to press a matching kiss on his other cheek. "yeah, but not nearly as cute as you, pumpkin."

[bri-cheeses]

Letters and Pens - Part 4

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 443 | Part 3 is here |

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Evan didn’t know what was going on. Barty was with him again, accompanying him to all their shared classes as usual. But something was off.

It was as if Barty was actively trying to avoid proximity to Evan. In Charms, Barty let Regulus sit between them. In Herbology, he wandered off to go talk to some of his Ravenclaw friends (excluding Pandora, of course, who had already paired up with Reg). At lunch, Barty put his bag on the bench between his leg and Evan’s. Overall, it was the piling up of these little actions that made Evan’s annoyance grow steadily. By the time the afternoon had rolled around, he was fed up with it.

“Barty,” he said quietly as soon as Regulus had walked off to his Ancient Runes class—which Barty and Evan had both had the brains to not take— “can we go back to the dorm?”

Barty looked around uneasily as if he were looking for a way to avoid doing just that. Evan noticed and didn’t appreciate the gesture, further convincing him of his plan of action. Which was just to ask Barty about it in private, but still. It was good to be certain.

“Sure,” Barty said finally.

Evan nodded and started walking to the dungeons, Barty scrambling to catch up behind him. And this was odd. They were best friends; there shouldn’t be tense silences between them. But not a word was spoken as they made their way lower and lower, passing students as they went.

When they finally reached their dorm, Evan had had some time to think, and he still couldn’t figure out why Barty was acting so weird. Had Evan done something to upset him? He didn’t think so, but he supposed he would know until he asked.

Closing the door behind them, Evan and Barty stepped into their dorm. Barty wandered over to his bed side table and fiddled awkwardly with the items there—several Defense Against the Dark Arts books, a random flower Pandora had given him, and a pen. Dorcas had introduced them all to those wonderful contraptions, and Barty had been obsessed with them ever since. It was kind of endearing, actually.

Memories of Barty excitedly clicking his pen in class flashed through Evan’s mind as he too made his way through the room, coming to stand behind Barty. The stance Evan took—along with the way Barty was steadfastly refusing to acknowledge him—reminded Evan solidly of being reprimanded for something as a child. But this time, Evan was the one doing the scolding.

“Barty,” Evan said again, the first word spoken between them since agreeing to come down here, “what’s wrong?”

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(Part 5 coming out tomorrow)

[rxsilabeth--er]

OKAY LETS GOOO

could i get a regulus black and male reader, modern au or just a muggle au? (up to you tbh) where the reader is ghostface and regulus finds out. i would like to ask of it being suggestive or to where you limit your nsfw requests, but if you're not up for it you could change it up to however you feel fit! (..i may send more regulus requests because i'm severely deprived-)

:: Oh please be with me tonight, Mr.Ghostface!!

Now calling......author: "Hello? Yes, this was a bit hard to write, I will admit cause I'm not sure about Ghostface....But I love my Reggie and he deserves love..."

Now calling......synopsis: "...Through the night, Regulus finds himself running through the forest followed keenly by a certain someone he knows...and when he's caught...may god help him..."

Now calling......warnings: "Stalking, blood, murder, running through forest, Male!Reader, sexual content (not smut), ghostface, Reg has a mask kink? Don't know, degradation...Anyways, tell me if there is something I didn't add...Modern!AU. Trans!Regulus.. This is so shitty.."

Paying for it, she quickly pulled a newspaper, reading the top news, "...Wow, second murder in the city..No wonder they're sending us home early..." Dorcas said reading the newest case, sighing as she walked beside Regulus who nodded with her. Barty, Evan & Pandora's houses were on the opposite side, thank god Dorcas's house came in the same direction as his..It was getting dark..

As he and Dorcas parted ways and he reached home, he removed his shoes and began taking off his tie as he sat on his bed, sighing. Changing into his home clothes, he looked at his phone, a message from Barty:

"Hey Reggie, do you mind coming home to tutor me for a while? Dad approved of you, ma is out of town?? :>"

Regulus contemplated a while since it was nearly dark outside and the city wasn't really the safest after dark and Barty lived on the near outskirts of the city, which is more often than not goes through a bit of a forestry area...But he couldn't really refuse if Barty needed help. Sighing he figured he'll bring some shit to protect himself, he isn't an idiot..

Sighing, he texted Sirius,

"i'm going out, don't make dinner." and texted Barty as well,

"Alright. I'm staying over though cause it's fucking dangerous outside."

Before he simply walked out of his house, putting on some sport shoes, a taser in his pocket, softly fiddling with his keys softly. Walking, it started out normal, the sunset was actually rather pretty with it's splashes of pink, orange and blue, it made him feel happy, but he hurried his steps through the sidewalk. Greeting the florist lady, from whom he regularly took flowers for his friend group, with a sweet smile and a nod...

Walking with his hands in his pockets, he held the taser tightly as it began to get darker with the orange and pink turning into a dark blue and black..the further he walked, the more deserted it got, until Regulus was walking with his keys in one hand and the taser in there, alert at even the most minor sound.

The looming sound of the night is never something that doesn't scare a person. It's not the darkness that scars the person, it's what insides that scares you, but Regulus won't be one to say he's brave enough, cause he's truly not... Walking softly on the highway, pulling up the hood of his hoodie, as he walked. The bridge wasn't too far away, just crossing that and a bit more walking before reaching Barty's house.

a strange aura filled the highway, something looming over, his gut telling him to turn over and run, yet his brain tried to stay rational and stay calm, he had his taser and it would be easier to reach Barty's home than turn over...God, why was Barty's house to far away? It's not his fault though...

Walking as he walked down the road to the bridge, it was totally pitch black in the sky, the weird feeling not going away and only getting stronger, his breath becoming heavier for no absolute reason, the bridge and the area reeking of danger and desperation...

Softly walking, his steps fast yet he was making sure his steps didn't make much noise, no idea why, his gut told him to do so..walking closer to the road under the bridge, he heard pants, and the sounds of deep breaths and metal rubbing against stone along with the smell of wet metal...Getting closer and closer, he had no idea why his body refused to obey him now, he was gonna get killed! He leaned over softly and his stomach twisted into knots..

shit...

Blood everywhere with a body laying there, a black figure over it with a ghost face mask holding a hammer dripping with blood..Shitshitshit..Talking a few steps back, Regulus tried to make sure he wasn't breathing as if his single breath could get him killed tonight...

Just as he turned, his hand slipped as his taser fell with a cling on the floor

..fuck.

Regulus didn't even realize how he legs carried him down the road down to the edge of the forest, running as fast as his body and legs would allow him, but the sight of the figure following him was enough to tear him up from the inside as he ran through the forest, not knowing where he was headed...sounds of the dried leaves crunching underneath his feet as he ran with a towering figure's shadow covering him as he ran with the person behind him..

How long had he been running for? It did not matter as his legs started to cramp up, but he couldn't possibly stop now..No...He continued to use his hurting, tired legs to run until finally his heart twisted...Dead end.

Looking for anything as he reached the wall of another high-way bridge, he had no where to run as his vision was covered with shadow of black and red as the figure stepped closer and closer, a laugh spilling from the person's mouth... Regulus had no where of going...

The figure walked closer, inches apart, they banged the hammer beside Regulus's head, a hand snaking to wrap around his throat, pressing down softly, making Regulus's breath hitch as he lost his breath,

"Oh, sweetheart, sorry you had to see that.." a voice said, deep and clear, said clicking his tongue, making Regulus look down. the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, pressing down more making Regulus look up as both his hands wrapped around the person's wrist, blood has started to stain down his throat and cheeks from the blood of the person's earlier victim...

shit..

There was something messed up about himself.. Regulus felt, his cheeks warming up as the man wrapped his hand around Regulus's throat...

"Now why don't you try to forget what happened back there? Hm...?" the man asked, leaning close making Regulus's breath hitch, was it excitement, nervousness, fear, arousal, or something in between?! He could not tell!

Why was this happening?!

The man applied more pressure on Regulus's throat, his knees becoming weak and were about to buckle beneath him and give out, arousal had begun pooling in his stomach or was it his clit...? He couldn't tell, why was this turning him on!? This shouldn't turn him on! The man dropped the hammer, the pressure on the throat not allowing him to breath softly loosened as the man's voice came out in a mocking laugh,

"Regulus?...Regulus Black?! From school?" the man said with a mocking laugh making Regulus whip up, as he tried to struggle out, which only resulted in him being pushed against the wall more with the man's body pressing against his, their knee in between his thighs, brushing softly...fuck

The man angrily wrestled him to the ground, trapping his arms in their own muscular arm, before the man tied them behind his back with their belt, now completely forcing him down as the man clicked his tongue,

"You're fucking lucky I know you so well...You won't be recognizable and they wouldn't even find half your body...You're truly lucky, sweetheart." the man said again wrapping his hand around his throat, turning him on his back,

"Now, struggle again and you won't move a muscle again." the man said threatening, tightening his grip around his throat...Regulus could not understand who this man was, he understood they went to school together, but who was it..?

Regulus's mind wasn't working, all he knew was this guy was pinning him on the ground, his arms were tied behind his back, this guy was probably gonna kill him, this man had a hand wrapped around his throat, this guy had his knee in between his thighs pressing against his clit and Regulus was getting wet...

This was messed up...fuck...Not only that, Regulus could tell this guy knew what he was feeling on his thigh which was pressing against his cunt.

Embarrassment pooled in his stomach, clouding his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut... As if reading Regulus's mind the man laughed softly, the hand wrapped around his throat loosened as it snaked up to his jaw and his cheek, cupping his face roughly.

"Open your eyes." the man ordered, refusing to obey this or open his eyes due to the major embarrassment Regulus felt, the man squeezed his cheeks more roughly,

"I said open your eyes or your pretty skin will be stained with blood not that idiots but your own now." The man whispered calmly but the words were alarming, making Regulus open his eyes softly to stare at the Ghost face mask above him, the man sighed softly,

"Aren't you fucked up? Is this how you feel when someone holds your life above your head, you whore yourself out, Regulus?" The man said chuckling, his other hand rubbing up and down his side,

"Aren't you from a esteemed family, from a rich and respectable family? And you're here being a cheap whore to someone who might just take your life in a matter of seconds?" the man asked with a mocking laugh, his hand going back from his cheek to his throat,

"I can feel your cunt on my thigh, you're getting wet, aren't you?..Tch" the man simply clicked his tongue, "Keep this in your mind, Black. If my name gets out about being a murderer, your body won't ever be found if it's the last thing I do." he whispered before taking off his mask to reveal..You.

YOU?! You, the great, respectable, sweetheart, chaotic person he liked from high-school but never had the courage to talk to?! You, you kill people?...That's so fucked up...yet why was it turning him on more when you glared down at him...

He felt himself throbbing now..this was not good...

"oh, getting excited, are we? Tch...stupid slut." you said clicking your tongue as you leaned down, cupping his cheek while the other hand rubbed his side softly, as your hand cupped his cheek roughly, softly painting his cheek with red..

Oh how good it looked against his pale skin, you just wanted to bruise him and see how pretty he'd look... You sighed, pulling him up to peck his lips softly,

"..Fuck, pretty boy...guess you're gonna be a bit late to where you headed this late..Huh?"

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Regulus is younger than canon, and Sirius is finally promoted to run away from home after he comes home in 1975 and finds his brother covered in bruises and discovers their mother had used the cruciatus on him. He turns up at the Potter’s with no prior warning with a six year-old Regulus in tow.

Established James/Sirius, lots of hurt/comfort and angst, and Regulus is adorable and Sirius will do literally anything for his baby brother.

((A/N: Warning for non-specific child abuse in keeping with the prompt))

"Hey. How are things at the death house?"

Sirius snorts. "This isn't the death house, this is the grim house. Death house is over in Wales, I'm afraid."

"Ah, my mistake. It's easy to get confused when your father died so recently; you understand."

Sirius should maybe not find that funny, considering how recently that death was. But his father was a distant figure at best, and at most realistic, a weird hermit that sometimes showed up during the winter hols to state that Sirius was bigger than before. He laughs, then glances over his shoulder to make sure his mum didn't hear that-- all clear. He looks back to the mirror. "It's fine. Well," he corrects a moment later, "it's weird. Mum's been acting so strange, and I swear, it's as if Regulus doesn't even exist. He's six. I remember being noticeable at six, but I never see him running around or yelling or anything I did at that age."

"Maybe he's just a quiet child. I've heard they exist," James grins.

"We're Black's. Making a scene is in our blood."

"He's got time to learn. And it's only been a day. Maybe he's intimidated by you or something. How's your mum acting weird, anyway? Is it because you didn't go to the funeral?"

"I dunno." That would be a plausible explanation, but he's not sure that's it. She sent a Howler when he didn't show, and that's usually enough to get it out of her system. Sirius chews on his lip as he tries to think of an example. "Just off. Like when you tell a joke and they do laugh but there's a pause that shouldn't be there. It's not something you can put your finger on, but you can sense it."

"I think I know what you mean, but your mother is kind of always like that to me." His head turns, listening to something Sirius can't catch, then he's waving goodbye. "Mum's calling me, got to go. Remember to ask your mum when you can come spend the night. I miss you."

"I'll ask her first thing. Love you."

"Love you too." James presses a smacking kiss to the mirror that makes Sirius laugh, and then he's gone.

Sirius heads to his room and cleans up a bit. Merlin, did his mum tell Kreacher to not clean his room while he was at Hogwarts? He didn't pay it any mind last night because he was tired, but there's a layer of dust that shouldn't be here. Come to think of it, Kreacher didn't make dinner last night, either. Has he seen Kreacher at all since he's been back? There's no way he died; Mother would've been more upset about that than her husband, and he would've heard about it.

What probably happened is that she got pissed when Sirius told her where she could shove her plans for his future and told Kreacher to not do things for him. It would explain the room, and if he's not supposed to do things for Sirius, then avoiding him is the best route. Damn it. That does sound like something she'd do. Sirius sighs and settles in for a deeper clean than he planned, because who knows how long it's been? 

His housekeeping spells are a bit shoddy but he does alright. He unpacks, switches out the photo in the picture frame by his bed. It goes from one photo of him and James to a different photo of him and James. The pictures look so similar, he notes. They took it at the same part of Hogwarts, but it hadn't been on purpose, so there's the same archway, flowers, even the same family of birds. The only thing that looks different about it is the signs of aging, losing just that more baby fat and getting taller. Their smiles are the same, though.

"Oh shit," he says after seeing the time. He almost missed dinner.

Or at least that's what he thought until he gets downstairs and doesn't see anyone. Nothing on the table, no one in the seats. "Mum? Regulus? Mum?" Nothing. "Kreacher?" Still nothing. He frowns. That's odd. "Mum?" he calls again, checking the sitting room. When he finds no one, he throws up his hands. Guess it's just him for dinner. He heads to the basement-- that's where the good stuff is. A nice cut of meat, a bottle of wine...

He opens the door, and there's the nearly imperceptible pop of a silencing charm being broken followed by screams. "What the-" Sirius races down the stairs, eyes widening in horror at what he sees. Between one breath and the next, his wand is in his hand and he stuns his mother. She collapses, the spell lifting off Regulus simultaneously. Regulus is gasping for breath, the effort interrupted too often with sobs and whines of pain. "It's okay, it's okay," Sirius promises, although he doesn't know how it's going to be okay since their mother seems to have lost her fucking mind and there's no one here for him to ask for help.

When Sirius picks him up, Regulus clings to him, small hands fisted in his robes with a strength he shouldn't have. He figures that out when he tries to put Regulus down so he can re-pack what he just unpacked and can't get him free. There's no time to find a better solution, so he shifts to holding him with one arm and has his wand in the other. It's a hack-job of packing, but his room is in his bag, and that's what's important. He goes to Regulus's room-- in a poor state of disrepair, really what happened to Kreacher?-- and does the same there. 

Regulus's tears are silent now, but there's still the occasional gasp of pain as Sirius moves. This is more than the Cruciatus Curse at work. He needs a healer, but Sirius can hardly show up at St. Mungo's like this. He's not an adult, and Regulus is so young that they'd insist on calling Walburga in which would just make matters worse. He needs- James. Yes, that's true, he needs James. James is good at healing spells and knows more of them than Sirius does, and although he never planned on taking the Potter's up on their offer, they'd long since told Sirius that he was welcome there anytime.

He isn't looking forward to going through the floo holding someone, but he doesn't have a lot of options right now. Regulus is too shaken to use the floo on his own, and he won't let go of Sirius to try. 

He grabs a handful of floo powder, steps inside... and then is ejected back into the room at Grimmauld Place. "Bugger," he mutters. Mum must've closed the floo. Why would she do that? It made no bloody sense- but then he can't expect her to make sense at all right now, since hurting Regulus is also senseless. Why would she...? Just why?

The floo isn't an option. He doesn't have money for the Knight Bus ever since Mum stopped giving him an allowance when he was thirteen. He doesn't know how to take a Muggle bus, much less if it could get him from Grimmauld Place to the Potter's house. That leaves flying, he realises with a grimace. There are brooms in the cupboard under the stairs and he grabs one. He's not fond of flying and he's never done it with a passenger before, but he has no other choice.

"We have to fly, and then we'll get you some help, okay?"

Regulus gives no response. Shit.

Sirius doesn't think about much as he flies. Mostly he's worried about Regulus falling off the broom if he suddenly decides to let go of Sirius's robes, and the rest of his thoughts are occupied with wondering if James will be happy to see him or just stressed out. 

He doesn't give any thought to how it'll look to the Potter's when they open the door and see him holding a shaky six year old, asking for help, but then he's stood there, looking at them as they take in the sight he makes, and it occurs to him that calling James on the mirror wouldn't have gone amiss.

*

After a hundred different healing and diagnostic spells-- who knew Mrs. Potter trained to be a healer after Hogwarts?-- Regulus is doing better and is asleep. Of course, he's asleep on Sirius's lap, so even though all he wants is to curl up on top of James, he can't. Mr. and Mrs. Potter are in the other dining room, discussing what to do from here. Sirius thinks his mother must be under the influence of a spell, but he knows they don't believe that. Whether she is or not, she won't be able to take care of Regulus any time soon-- even if she could, there's no way Regulus would want to go back. And Sirius doesn't want to be in the house with her either.

"What are you thinking?" James asks. He keeps his voice down to not wake up Regulus. Sirius does the same when he responds.

"That this is fucked."

"Yeah. Bit of an understatement," James says with a grimace. "That stuff I said on the mirror-"

Sirius shakes his head, cutting him off. "You couldn't know. No one could've guessed my mum would turn barmy overnight." He glances towards the door to the dining room, hoping that something will slip through from the Potter's conversation and he'll know what they're thinking.

"What do you think will happen?" James asks, following the direction of his thoughts.

"I dunno," he replies, but it's a lie. Barely a second later, he adds, "Emancipation for me. Housing Regulus with the closest relative willing to take him in. Cygnus and Druella won't do it, they said they were done being around kids after me." And they meant it. "Bellatrix would, except she doesn't want any kids. Andromeda's next in line, and she'll say yes, unless Ted has some problem with it. So I guess I find somewhere to stay, and he goes off with Andromeda."

"If you're emancipated, couldn't you take him in?"

"Legally that would work, but we've still got Hogwarts."

"Stay here."

Sirius stares at him. He wants to and hopes more than anything that it's offered to him officially, but... "Your parents-"

"Would let you. Mum and Dad adore you. This is probably what they're talking about in there. C'mon, you know they wanted more than one kid. After tonight, they might have two more, and they’ll be bloody thrilled."

*

Several years later

"We're summoned to Hogwarts," Sirius says.

"Again?"

"Yep. What do you think he did this time?"

"Nothing worth us getting dragged up there," James groans. "We got up to all sorts when we were in school, and they only called our parents in once. Regulus isn't half as bad as we were."

"Yeah, well we didn't get caught."

James blinks, thinking that over. "I forgot that bit," he says candidly, making Sirius laugh. "He's in Slytherin, shouldn't he be better at sneaking around?"

"Yeah, I asked him about that, apparently it's a myth. Snape was not the best sample to base the rest on, he says. Or he's playing the long game and lying to me, but I really think they don't care as much as we thought."

"Huh." James looks like his entire worldview has changed. Sirius remembers having the same reaction when Regulus told him. It's made Sirius wonder why Slytherin has the terrible reputation because they largely don't break the rules, but Gryffindors are viewed as better when they broke the rules, often just to see if they can get away with it.

They floo over to Hogwarts, and Professor Dumbledore is there to greet them. "I hope this didn't interrupt anything important."

"It's fine," James says.

"Do you want to tell us what this is about before we get in there?" Sirius asks, loping his arm through James's as they walk. 'Disgustingly domestic' is what Regulus calls them, and Sirius is happy to keep proving him correct.

People say that Regulus is in his 'rebellious phase'; Sirius doesn't believe it. He's not rebelling and he's not acting out, he's having fun. Experimenting, even. Loosing five dozen roosters in the Great Hall sounds hilarious, and Sirius is sorry they didn't think of it when they were in school. And the hair dye thing? Completely harmless. Giving all the house elves twelve hours off made Sirius lose his composure laughing-- something he tried not to do while in the office being told about it-- but Regulus wanted to see what would happen to the running of the castle without them. Freeing the hippogriff in Care of Magical Creatures was an accident, so it hardly counts, even though he got detention for it.

There's a wide range of possibilities, and Sirius doesn't know which kind they're expecting today.

"I'm afraid it's a rather delicate matter. Mr. Black has asked that you not be told anything without him in the room, and given the nature of this... incident, I agreed."

James and Sirius share a worried look, and they're thinking the same thing: we're too young to be raising a teenager. Wasn't it just yesterday they were walking these halls themselves? That feels like the truth, but simultaneously, it was a lifetime ago. Sirius is only ten years older than Regulus, but shortly after graduating Hogwarts, Mr. and Mrs. Potter had died, leaving them alone with the responsibility of raising him. They asked for help from Andromeda where they could, but she had her own child to raise, and their schedules were never so aligned that they could ask for her assistance at the drop of a hat.

Sirius squeezes James's hand and gets a comforting squeeze in response. Right. They can handle this, like they handled everything else. Regulus threw them curveballs sometimes, but they always worked through it in the end.

[theyrealllesbians]

Wedding Season- Chapter 1

Regulus paced up and down his hotel room, tangling his finger in the black rubber of the phone cord he was currently speaking in to.

"What do you mean there's another one, I swear I've already had 5 this month and I don't even like that many people," Regulus said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his index finger. The gesture vaguely reminded him of stale office air and a blue-light induced migraine. He dragged his hand down his face to fiddle with the silver necklace that rested above his sternum instead. The cold metal was soothing as he ran a finger along the pendant and chain.

"Oi, don't be rude, dickhead," Sirius cut in, for some reason feeling the need to defend both his and Regulus's friends. Despite the fact that Regulus, for the most part, was joking. He was sure that Sirius already knew this, he just saw an opportunity to have a pop at Regulus. Regulus just rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"I mean, doesn't it get a bit impersonal after a while. It's meant to be the best day of your life and yet you'll probably just spend most of the time wishing you weren't speaking to the neighbour you had 3 years ago whose dog just got put down. I'll never understand it." Regulus fell back onto his bed, letting his legs swing up dramatically before landing with an umph against the duvet.

"Literally!" Sirius exclaimed, unnecessarily passionate about the issue, "that's why when me and Moony get married, it'll be small. Full of people we love and-"

"Yeah, yeah, you've said, save me the boredom and the minutes why don't you?" Regulus interrupted. He wasn't even being dramatic, Sirius was starting to sound like a broken record crackling out random facts about flowers and venues and cakes and suits and whatever else went into planning a wedding.

"Again rude! Honestly you have no manners at all, young man-"

"Don't call me young man, you cunt, you sound like father." Regulus remarked, shuddering at the thought.

"Ew, don't say that!" Sirius all but yelled down the phone, forcing Regulus to drag the earpiece an arms length away from him. Even then, he could still hear Sirius as clear as anything. Truly remarkable if you thought about it. Regulus let Sirius carry on for at least a couple minutes more, blabbering about whatever it was he had to say before cutting in.

"Anyways! Let's go back to why you called me originally. There's another invitation?" Regulus asked, rolling onto his stomach.

"Yep, Emmaline Vance apparently. It's very pretty, I'll give her that. Duck egg blue and white details, nice font as well. The contrast is a little low though, this is why me and Remus chose-" Honestly, his brother could go on and on if given the chance. He could probably talk for Britain if asked. He'd get the country in quite a bit of trouble, but he could do it.

"Sirius" Regulus sang down the phone.

"Yes, yes, I was getting there, chill out. Yeah apparently it's in August, the 15th. God, that's a bit short notice isn't it. Well, I suppose it'll be fine." Sirius was back to chattering to himself.

"What?" Regulus sat up suddenly as if a bolt of lightning had struck him. "It's in 3 weeks? How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"Well you have a suit don't you?"

"Of course I have a suit. I don't have a date though." It had been 5 months since he had broken up with the last piece of shit he called a boyfriend. While it had only been a 3 month relationship, it hit Regulus harder than it should have and it's taken him a while to get back out there, much to Barty and Evan's disappointment. He just didn't care to go through the whole dating process again. It was tiring and boring, he couldn't stand to hear one more "so are you and your brother close?" because he actually could not answer that. No way in hell could he sum his and Sirius's relationship up in a way that wouldn't send someone running for the hills.

"Well, you don't need a date, you could go alone?" Sirius suggested through a mouth of what Regulus guessed was cake.

"No, I can't." He replied matter of factly.

"Why? give me a good reason why you can't go to a wedding alone." Sirius spluttered out, clearly still eating.

"Because everyone looks at me with so much pity, it's horrible. Or worse, people try and hit on me."

Sirius choked, "that's a bit cocky, don't you think?"

"No I don't think that is is actually," Regulus bit back, "not after I had to spend 3 hours with one of the Prewett's stroking my knee asking if I was looking for 'a night to remember'. I can't do that again Sirius, I can't." Suppressing a gag, Regulus shuddered and tried to fight the need to claw at his knee to try and remove the memory. It's not that it was bad per say, it was just horrible and awkward. He did actually quite like the Prewett's. Fabian was quite attractive as well, very muscular with heavy bone structure. His hair was always enticingly fluffy as well, he just wasn't Regulus's type.

By all means, Regulus did not know exactly what his type was, but he knew that it wasn't someone who'd breathe horrible pick up lines in his ear. He wanted someone who could make him laugh, and that was nice. Most importantly, he wanted someone who would respect his boundaries and understand that he was a lot more sceptical than the average person. Past boyfriends did not understand this, leading them to break up after Regulus wouldn't introduce them to his family, or wouldn't move in after a year. It was things like that that would send them running, claiming that Regulus wasn't serious about them. This was never true though, he always cared too much and was dealt a broken heart to mend.

"Yeah, okay." Sirius seemed to consider it a bit deeper, "that's fair enough I guess. Why don't you go with Barty?"

"He's already going with Evan." Regulus let the hand that wasn't holding his phone fall onto his forehead, looking as if he was a damsel in distress.

"Okay? I'm sure you could trick people into believing you were a throuple." Sirius suggested, "remember that rumour that went round in 5th year that all you lot were in a poly relationship. God, that was funny. I think there was an entire week where I couldn't walk down the corridor without laughing my head off about whatever people were theorising about." Sirius was laughing now at the memory. It was a stupid rumour and the reason it had started was even stupider. There was a ravenclaw girl who had a massive crush on one of the opposing rugby players that seemed a bit too close to Regulus for her liking. So, the next morning, she said that she'd heard that he, Barty, Evan and Pandora were all together, and it seemed to do the trick. The guy didn't speak to him anymore and she had ended up going to some party with him. Regulus would never admit it, but he was slightly impressed by her, she knew what she wanted and tried to get it. Besides, he was still able to get a good laugh out of it.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Irritation was showing in his voice, he just needed a solution. "Can you actually help me?"

"I am helping!" Sirius exclaimed.

"You are not helping. Making me more miserable does not help." Regulus rubbed his eyes, feeling them getting more and more tired as the conversation went on. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table seeing it read 10:24 pm. He could stay up a little longer, but he had a long day tomorrow. This potential buyer had insisted Regulus come to France to see this space he wanted the painting for. He had said that if Regulus could "truly envision the space then he'd be able to make the best decision on which painting could fill the wall and truly heighten the aura of the room." Regulus thought it was a load of shit, but this was his job, and he technically had 3 days in Paris to 'scout potential artists', which was an opportunity he'd never pass up.

"Quit whinging. What about Pandora?"

"Please tell me how that would work. Everyone knows I'm gay." Why did he decide that Sirius was the best to go to for advice. Oh that's right, he didn't, Sirius called him because apparently being asked to water his plants while Regulus was away was enough of a reason to go through his post as well. "I'll hang up."

"Okay, okay fine! You need more friends."

"To use as back up wedding dates?" Regulus asked incredulously, narrowing his eyes as if Sirius could see his face.

"Exactly!" as if it was obvious. "We do it all the time. Oh!" Sirius exclaimed as if he'd just had the greatest idea of the century. "You could go with James, I don't think he's going with anyone."

Regulus's stomach errupted with butterflies. His anxiety crawled into his chest and forced him to choke out a "pass." He didn't really have a reason for being so unsettled by the idea. James had never been anything but nice to him, treating him as anyone would expect him to. Sometimes Regulus found him a bit overbearing as well as being unnervingly immature for a 26 year old. But he was Sirius's best friend, so what could he realistically expect.

"Right well, I can't help you." Regulus could imagine that Sirius had crossed him arms over his chest, a firm pout on his face.

"Apparently not. I may as well just not go." Regulus resolved. He was awfully busy, trying to hunt down artists and attend auctions. Besides his website had just launched internationally and he needed to observe the orders going out. The list of things he had to do relating to the gallery seemed never ending, so maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to skip one wedding.

"No, you can't." Sirius whinged, "cause then I have to answer everyone's questions about you and I don't wanna do that. It's so boring. 'Yes, he's left the law firm. No I don't really know why. Yes, he's moved back here. Sorry he can't date your granddaughter, he's gay." Sirius said, putting on his best polite voice, which made Regulus laugh into the back of his hand.

"But if I go, and that's an if! Where on earth am I supposed to get a date in the next three weeks?" Regulus asked, trying to rack his brain to see if there were any friends he could ask a favour of.

"Dating apps? You don't need to find a prince, just someone who won't embarass you for an evening. Simples." Sirius responded as if it was obvious.

"Are you an idiot? I don't think you realise what dating apps are like, they're horrific" Regulus shuddered remembering the few times he had forced himself to entertain the thought of meeting someone through a dating app.

"Oh, come off it. They cannot be that bad." An unsure tone crept into Sirius's voice, almost as if he didn't believe his own words.

"You're just lucky that you met Remus in high school. You didn't have to mess around with the modern dating world." Regulus would never admit it, but he was deeply jealous of Sirius. He wanted the type of cosy relationship that they had; overlapping friend groups and friday evenings to themselves. He didn't think he'd ever be that fortunate though.

"I know, aren't I just the luckiest." Sirius replied dreamily. Regulus just rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes. You are. Anyways, I'm just going to have to suck it up and figure something out. I still think that not going is an option. I mean, I never really spoke to Emmaline. I doubt she'd even notice if I was missing." Regulus contemplated.

"Well, I'd mind. You need to come. That's final." Sirius's stern voice rang through the phone, guaranteed to make an impact on every person on earth but Regulus. He's heard it too many times about too many ridiculous situations to warrant taking it seriously. "Besides, I'm sure everyone will be happy to see you."

Regulus's scowl fell from his brows as he forced out a, "fine." Maybe it would be fun. "Either way, it's getting late here. So I'm gonna go." Regulus moved to lie against the headboard.

"Yeah, fair enough. Well I'll see you when you're back."

"Yeah you will, bye." Regulus moved to put the phone back in it's holder.

"Love you!" Sirius yelled before he could hang up.

Regulus rolled his eyes before putting the phone back next to his mouth. "Love you too."

After hanging up, he rolled over in bed thinking of what he was going to do for this wedding. He'd have to download some sort of dating app again and pray that he'd be able to find someone half decent, which he seriously doubted. Ah well, that'd be a problem for the future.

As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of firm hands and fluffy hair that would somehow ease the loneliness that crept into his heart. Well that's a new feeling. He hadn't felt lonely in months.

God, he really hated wedding season.

[risetherivermoon]

random marauders asks: do you have any Evan Rosier headcanons?

🤭 oh yes yes yes

i believe that Evan was on the quidditch team but not Barty, and that he played as a beater

i think Evan wears a lot of jewelry that he steals from his family,

Evan's patronus is a fox

Evan was petty, like he did a lot of things just out of spite. The type of person to jump off a cliff because someone told him he wouldn't do it, and Barty is such an enabler

Evan's hands and arms are constantly covered in little drawing's because both Barty and Pandora like to doodle,

Evan and Reg were childhood friends,

Remus and Evan were actually pretty good friends,

Evan isn't much of a reader but he will read anything if Barty suggests it to him, because he absolutely loves seeing him ramble

he absolutely loves coffee, but hates tea with a burning passion

he has hypersomnia, and will sleep anywhere and everywhere

Evan loves makeup, but he hates doing his own, he will only do Dorcas' and Pandora's, and occasionally Barty's, but he hates the sensory of having it on his own face

Evan's favorite flowers are marigolds,

Evan's favorite class is DADA, and he is insanely good at it, but don't think he won't pretend to be stumped to ask Barty for help,

Evan and James had beef for like, a while. Even Barty and James became friend's before them, and whenever people ask Evan why, he says "I don't like men with glasses." (it's because he likes messing with Regulus)

Evan is the only person other than Pandora that Regulus will say out loud that he enjoys being around (maybe it's a Rosier thing)

Dorcas has designed most of Evan's tattoos

Evan was a prefect and the head boy for his year

Pandora and Evan can just look at eachother to know what the other is thinking, and Pandora is usually the one to help Evan when he's upset

Evan is insanely good at dueling, but he's very nonchalant about it

Evan once got his wand disarmed in a duel with one of the other hogwarts students, and he then proceeded to shout "muggle way!" and punch them in the face,

he has gotten into detention for sleeping in class, and then just slept in detention,

he is actually the most clumsiest uncoordinated guy ever, and he has scratches and bandaids all over him 24-7 (and the bandaids are always colored and themed)

he is possessive as fuck, he will actually glare anyone down that even looks in Barty's direction and will proceed to plan a murder,

Evan likes putting little braids in people's hair all the time, and which is the reason why both Reg and Barty have them all over their hair,

Evan figures out Dorcas likes Marlene before Dorcas herself figures it out,

Evan goes nonverbal when stressed, and he paces a ton,

Evan is so used to Barty's clinginess that when someone hugs him from behind he just knows its him,

Barty and Evan share beds a ton, and the first time it happened was because Barty was having a hard day and Evan snuck in and held him through the night,

Evan cries when he's mad,

He has a marble collection, because Mcgonagall has a jar of them in her classroom that he has been slowly stealing from since first year

Evan is completely and totally scared of all bugs ever, and he has to get reg or barty to kill them when they get into the dorm,

Evan cannot run at all, he is on the quidditch team but he has no strength in his legs whatsoever,

Evan was insanely good at muggle cooking, and he always wanted to be chef , have a restaurant and live in a muggle city,

well thats all i can think or rn, but absolutely adore my boy, so here you are 🤭����

thank u sm for the ask!!

[lulublack90]

Prompt - New Beginnings

@jegulus-microfic December 31 Word count 474

Regulus had gotten obsessed with growing things. After so much death, it seemed to be his coping mechanism. He had lines and lines of seed trays. Every day, he’d go outside and check on them. But they’d be nothing. 

James watched sadly as Regulus bought more seed trays and more seeds. There were shelves of flowers, vegetables and fruits, but nothing grew. 

Regulus came back inside one morning and went to James, resting his forehead against his chest. 

“Why won’t anything grow? What am I doing wrong?” His voice was quiet, defeated. James wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. 

“Nothing, love. You’re doing everything right. Sometimes these things take time.” James honestly didn’t know why things weren’t growing. When his dad had planted anything, everything had just shot up and bloomed. “Have you tried talking to them? My dad was adamant that talking to the plants helped them grow.” 

So that’s what he did. Regulus stayed outside for two days straight and spoke to all his seed trays. He talked about nothing and everything. He told them how he missed his brother but didn’t know how to tell him that. How he loved James with all his being but couldn’t say it. How he never wanted to take the Mark or be the heir. But someone had to, as Sirius didn’t. He told them that all he wants is a simple, quiet life where he can read books, grow plants and be with the man he loves. 

After two days, his voice was all but gone. But he felt as though something had been lifted from him. He could breathe again. He was in no way healed, but the wounds were starting to heal. 

He left the greenhouse and went straight up to bed, exhausted. 

He slept in late, something he never did. He had a shower, scrubbing the residual soil from under his fingernails. He felt good. Better than he had in months. 

When he came downstairs, James put a mug of tea in his hand and started pulling some things out for lunch. Regulus went outside. It had become a routine at this point. He stepped through the doors into the greenhouse and stopped. 

Green. Green everywhere. Tiny little dots of green pushing their way out of black soil. Every single spot in every single seed tray had green in it.

“James!” He yelled as he ran back into the house and grabbed him before pulling him out the backdoor. 

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” James asked, his voice full of concern. They burst into the greenhouse. Regulus stood next to James, watching the smile slowly spread over his face. “You did it, well done. I knew you’d succeed.” He said, putting an arm around Regulus’s shoulders as they looked around the greenhouse at the new life. The new beginnings.  

[vinylfoxbooks]

July 17 - Fee | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 1621 Part 13 of Medium!James AU Previous Part | First Part

“Hey, Reg.” James asks, knocking on his door, “Can I come in?”

Regulus puts his book down and hums, “Yeah, you can come in.” Just a second later, James pushes the door open. They look as charming as usual, in their plain, worn, muggle shirt and jeans. Their hair is mussed like usual, and they’v got an easy grin on their face.

They make their way to Regulus’ bed, sitting down on it and reaching for his hand where it’s resting on his book, “Sirius, Remus, Pete, Marlene, and I are going Christmas shopping. Did you want to come with us?”

The younger hums, “When are you guys leaving?” “When everyone gets here. Remus is going to take the longest because he has to walk to somewhere he can floo from. They’ll probably be here in like ten minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll go.” Regulus nods, “Give me a couple minutes to change into something warmer and I’ll be downstairs.”

“Perfect.” They smile, leaning forward into the younger’s space, “Can I?”

“You don’t have to ask.” Regulus smiles softly, inching closer until they're kissing. It’s soft and short, and James pulls away after a couple seconds so Regulus can get ready and James can head downstairs where Sirius is waiting for their friends. They press a kiss to his cheek before standing up and walking out of the room, closing the door behind them. Regulus gets ready quickly and is downstairs in just a couple minutes. 

James, Sirius, Marlene, and Pete are all waiting and James smiles upon seeing him, beckoning him to sit with them. He does so, leaning into their seemingly-never-ending body heat. The older wraps an arm around his shoulders, but doesn’t otherwise say anything, continuing their conversation with their friends. 

Eventually, Remus shows up and Sirius is the first to stand up, taking his boyfriend into an embrace, “Hello, my Moony.” “Hi Sirius.” Remus smiles, pecking Sirius’ lips but not letting the shorter take it any further than that before he pulls away, looking around the room, “Are we ready to go?”

James nods, standing up, “Let me just let mum and dad know and ask if we need to get anything for them.” And with that, they’re heading into the kitchen, Regulus just behind them as James conjoined their hands when they stood up. Effie and Monty are both in the kitchen, dancing around hand in hand to music that they’re playing from the muggled record player they have sitting in the corner of the room, “Hey, we’re leaving now. Did either of you need anything?”

Effie hums, but doesn’t pause her movements with her husband, looking over at her child, “I need more cinnamon sticks and oranges if you don’t mind.” Her gaze flits to where their hands are conjoined before she turns away and looks at her husband, “Did you need James to get anything, Darling?”

Monty thinks for a moment before he shakes his head, “Not as far as I know. The only thing we need other than the cinnamon is to gather the flowers, right?” Effie nods and Monty turns to James, “Then nothing else.”

“Yeah, can do.” James smiles, “Also, Regulus is gonna help us with the bouquets tomorrow if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, honey!” Effie cheers, “I’d love the extra help. Now, you two run along. Don’t make your friends wait any longer.”

James nods, “Of course, love you mum, dad.” Then they’re walking out of the kitchen, Regulus once again following. When they get into the living room once again, “Alright, we’re good to go. Did we want to start at the muggle mall before we went to Diagon Alley or did we want to start at Diagon Alley?”

“Probably the muggle mall.” Pete hums, “That way it’s easier for us to floo around.” Everyone agrees and they set off, heading out of the house and into the cold streets of London, coats and extras adorned.  

It’s a relatively short walk, with the group walking in lines of Pete, Sirius, and Remus behind James, Regulus, and Marlene. 

“So, mum said that we need oranges and cinnamon sticks?” Marlene checks, “We can stop by the corner store near the mall to see if they have it.”

James nods, “I don’t know if they’ll have cinnamon sticks but we can check. There’s that one store in the mall that might have them… She asked specifically for oranges but I think we could pick up a couple blood oranges as well, I’m sure those would be nice.” Marlene hums and nods.

“What are those needed for?” Regulus asks, looking between the two.

“We use cinnamon sticks as seasoning for drinks and stuff, and them and dried oranges for decorations.” James smiles, “Yule starts tomorrow so we’re going to start decorating today and tomorrow for it, which is why we were talking about the flowers.”

“The most delicious decorations known to man.” The girl adds, “Do you think we could convince her to dip some of the oranges in chocolate?”

“I think so, especially if we get two different types of oranges.”

Marlene makes a sound akin to a moan, throwing her head back, “I would fuck up some blood oranges in dark chocolate right about now.”

“You’ll be pleased to know that mum also made candy the other day.”

“Why didn’t my family get a tin?” 

James smiles, “Yours and Pete’s family always get your tins last, because we like to give you more than their coworkers. You should know this by now.”

“Yeah, but I’m on my fucking period and I would kill for chocolate right now.” The girl whines. 

James laughs, throwing their head back, “We’ll get you some chocolate and chips while we’re out, just for you.”

“This is why I love you.” Marlene smiles. She elbows Regulus, “You should consider yourself lucky. Your partner is out here buying treats for a girl having cravings. That’s how you know they’ll treat you well.” Regulus gives her a small smile. James may not know about his whole… anatomy problem, but just knowing that they’re so comfortable with talking about periods and immediately thinking of ways to help is nice -- even if Marlene is the type to use her period to get what she wants, both Dorcas and Pandora do the same thing.

When they get to a corner store, James tells the others to go ahead, that they’re just going to grab a couple things, then pulls Regulus inside. The warmth of the small store is almost euphoric to Regulus, who is absolutely frigid even with the short amount of time that the group has been outside. 

James pulls him around the store for a while, grabbing a bag of oranges, blood oranges, dark chocolate, a bag of caramel chocolate, and a small bag of hot chips. They check out and are walking out of the store in record time.

“Do I have to buy things for everyone?” Regulus asks tentatively, “I don’t know Pete or your parents very well.” 

James shakes their head, “You honestly don’t have to buy gifts for anyone. Just being there is enough for all of us, and don’t feel bad if you don’t get something for someone that gets something for you. Don’t worry about it.”

Regulus nods, “Alright. I’ll- I’ll probably get a couple things but I’m not good at gift giving.” “That’s fine. I’m going to have to leave you for a bit at some point so I can get you something.” 

By the time that they get to the mall, all their friends are standing just inside the entrance of it, waiting for them to show up. James reaches into the bag and hands Marlene the caramel chocolates and hot chips, to which she loudly celebrates and immediately breaks open the chips. 

The group head from shop to shop, breaking from each other and randomly running into each other at different stores before they meet up at the entryway at the agreed upon time, hauling their bags with them before James brings them all to the shop near the entrance, hidden in the back corner. They subtly tap their wand against a small lock on the desk and mutter a spell which allows a door to slide open only long enough for the six to get into the back room. Everyone pulls out their wands and casts their own spells on their items before flooing to Diagon Alley.

They spend another hour there before James finds their way to Regulus, “Hello, love. Are you finished?”

Regulus hums, “I need to stop in a shop and pay a fee, but that’s my own personal thing before we leave.”

“Ooh, what fee could Regulus Black need to be paying?” James teases, pushing his shoulder with their own. Regulus rolls his eyes and grabs at James’ hands -- something that James was tentative to do because they didn’t want to do anything Regulus didn’t want them to do in public, especially in a magic area like this -- before pulling them into a store. 

“Mr. Black.” The woman standing at the counter says when they walk in, her eyes glancing over to James for a moment, “And friends. What can I do for you?”

“I’m here to pay the transfer fee.”

“Ah yes, of course.” She glances at James, then their conjoined hands, one more time before she does a couple things behind the desk then accepts the money that Regulus offers her. She grins at him, thanks him, and with that, Regulus is heading out of the shop. 

“What was that?” James asks when they’re out, guiding him to walk to where their friends are waiting.

Regulus shakes his head, squeezing their hand, “Doesn’t matter.”

Next Part

[t1oui]

@jegulus-microfic | april 25th | headlights | 1,222 words | cw: mentions of a car accident, hospitals, mentions of smoking (nothing graphic)

Regulus tries so hard to think that Sirius is an idiot. That bloody thing'll kill you, he remembers saying. Sirius had only laughed. No one's laughing now.

It was just a Friday night. Regulus got home from work late and was looking forward to doing nothing until Monday morning. Was looking forward to being alone, sitting around with popcorn and staring at the telly until he fell asleep. Now, the idea of a simple night in feels light years away.

He never gets what he wants.

Sitting on a stiff white chair outside Sirius's room at St. Mungo's, Regulus's leg bounces up and down at a frantic pace, mind racing. Didn't he see the headlights? Didn't he try and stop? It wasn't his fault, they said. Regulus's older brother is in a hospital bed and he wants to strangle the idiot who put him there.

Remus is sitting across from him, eyes red-rimmed and body curled in around himself. He arrived before Regulus. Pettigrew was pacing until Remus yelled at him and he mumbled something about getting a coffee.

It feels like hours before Potter arrives. Regulus and Remus are only taking up two of maybe eight seats crowded into the hallway, but James sits right next to him. He's crying, too busy looking at his phone to pay Regulus any mind beside him.

"Why are you here?" Regulus grumbles. He sounds like shit. The corridor is far too bright for someone who wants to crawl into a hole and never come out. James glances up at him, looking confused and distressed and tired. God, Regulus is so fucking tired.

"My best friend is... he's...." James gestures helplessly to the room behind them. They're not whispering, but their voices are hoarse. Remus isn't paying attention anyway - he's been staring into space for hours now. "He's in there."

"No," Regulus says, shaking his head in frustration. He hates when people don't understand him. "Why are you... here. There's so many seats."

James stares at him for a moment. He still holds his phone in his lap - if Regulus looks closely, he can see the name Lily written across the top of the screen with a pink flower beside it. James opens his mouth to speak, but Regulus interrupts him, pointing to the phone.

"That's a hibiscus flower, you know."

"What?" James doesn't sound like he's actually processing anything Regulus is saying. Regulus presses his finger next to Lily's contact name. He remembers her from school. He never liked her much.

"The flower here," he says. "It's not a lily. It's a hibiscus."

James sniffles, shrugging helplessly. "There's no lily emoji," he says. "This one's good enough."

Regulus doesn't say that he thinks that's sort of stupid. He's too tired to, and he knows James doesn't really care. Who does?

"I don't want to be lonely," James tells him. Regulus stares at his ear.

"What?"

"You asked," James says, shrugging again. He shrugs a lot. "Why I sat next to you."

Regulus looks up, glances over to Remus. He's managed to gather all of his limbs up onto the small hospital chair and is staring into space, eyes glazed over, arms wrapped around his knees. "Why didn't you sit next to him?"

James's answer comes so quiet that he has to lean closer to hear. "I'd still be alone."

Regulus stares at him. "Oh." He wonders where Pettigrew's gotten off to. Wonders if Lily will come to take James home, will gather Remus into the car too. Wonders who will take him home now that the motorcycle he hates so much is nothing more than a pile of scraps, its owner not much more.

"D'you wanna see a picture of my cat?" James asks. Regulus looks back at him. James is tilting his phone towards Regulus, even though he never answered, and Regulus finds himself leaning closer again to look. His cheek brushes James's shoulder, and he expects James to tense up - they barely know each other. James is probably humoring him, but his best friend's weird little brother leaning his head on his shoulder is probably the last straw. James is just being nice because he's sad. Last Regulus heard, he has a pretty girl and a son waiting for him at home.

But James leans into the touch. Regulus is too tired to pull away. (Part of him doesn't want to pull away. He tells this part to be quiet.)

"Her name's Leo," James says, holding up his phone to reveal a small gray tabby. The smile is evident in his voice, which is soft and close to Regulus's ear. It sounds like a lullaby. "Harry named her."

"Leo," Regulus says softly. James's curls are tickling his cheek. It's not an unpleasant feeling - it reminds him of walking barefoot over grass on a sunny day.

"Like the constellation," James explains. "It's Haz's favorite. 'Course, he is a Leo, so he's a bit biased there...."

Regulus glances down and notices his fingers loosely intertwined with James's. He doesn't remember doing that.

"Leo's the constellation -" he begins.

"Your star," James replies. He sighs softly, content but a little shaky. "Yeah."

They're both silent for a while. It's weirdly comfortable, even in the buzzing hospital, even with Remus sitting numb across from them and Sirius laying unconscious behind them and Peter knocking around, probably smoking the pack of cigarettes Regulus saw him slip out of Remus's pocket before he disappeared.

"Is Lily going to pick you up?" Regulus asks.

"She has Harry tonight," James says instead of answering. It only leaves Regulus with more questions.

"I thought..." Regulus begins, but he doesn't know what he thinks, not really. James seems to, though.

"We broke up," he says simply. He shrugs a little, only one shoulder, trying not to jostle Regulus's head. "Few years ago."

Regulus is quiet for a while. He remembers school, seeing James's golden-brown arm wrapped around Lily's pale shoulders. He remembers a pang of pain at the sight, feels it now, a dull ache located deep within his chest. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says, but he doesn't sound sincere.

"Don't be," James says. He's turned his head, and his lips brush just barely against Regulus's forehead. He should pull away, but instead, he just closes his eyes. "She's my best friend."

Regulus squeezes James's hand. "I'm glad you're here," he whispers.

James squeezes back. "I'm glad you're here, too," he replies.

He sets his phone down on his lap, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a jumbled ball of headphones. He tries for a minute or so to untangle them one-handed before finally sighing and pulling his fingers out from between Regulus's, pulling the earbuds into his phone. He hands one to Regulus.

"Put it in," he says, watching Regulus do nothing.

"Why?" Regulus asks.

"It's too... something in here."

Regulus gives him a small smile as he puts the earbud in. It fits weird, but not uncomfortable weird like he remembers. Just different. As he settles his head back onto James's shoulder, a soft melody begins to play into his ear. James sets the phone down on his knee before taking Regulus's hand again, resting his head against Regulus's curls. Regulus takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

Maybe this night won't be as long as he thought.

[moonyssmommyy]

My Marauders Headcanons Pt. 12 ~ Pandora Liliosa Lovegood

Best friends with Regulus

Made him Luna's godfather

She's bisexual and polyamorous

A Ravenclaw

She's a VERY affectionate friend. Just very affectionate in general.

Believes in platonic kisses like the one you'd give your mother before you went to bed as a child

Loves to hold hands

Cuddling is her fav

Def makes flower crowns

Barty (who's always had a secret soft spot for Pandora) gave her one of his Slytherin ties one day and now she wears it as a headband

Her fav color is periwinkle

She loves pastels

Flowy fabrics

Lace tops

Flared bottoms

She's super sweet

Honestly VERY quiet unless she knows you really well

If you've even so much as told her your name she will say hi to you whenever she sees you

She loves yogurt

Prefers a nice lil yogurt over a Popsicle in the hot summer heat

Like the little spoons

Big cuddler

Her laugh will make you smile and if not then you have no heart (that's how i found out barty had one)

Born at 6:27 in the Morning

Born June 22

Cancer

Pandora's mother LOVED Marilyn Monroe and Pandora did too even though she died before Pandora was born

Pandora Lovegood is absolutely ethereal and hypnotic

And she follows Marilyn Monroe's beauty tips religiously

Ties the little witches locks in her hair and weaves thread/yarn into her braids

She has thin pink lips

Wide, blue eyes that are very soulful and expressive

She adores collecting things

She loves the beach and wants to live on the shore line

She likes the funky patterns and fabrics every one else usually doesn't

She loves quirky, dangly earrings

She usually wears flowy dresses, tight tops, and loose pants

Mom jeans truther

Has a butterfly tattoo on her right shoulder

Long, wild, wavy hair

Best class is charms

Fav class is care of magic creatures

She also really likes potions

She'll put her hair up with her wand quite often and she wears the Slytherin tie as a headband

Loves dainty little necklaces and chokers

Loves jewelry in general

She makes jewelry too

Has a TON of rings

But the stone in all of them is a different crystal

Astrological nerd

Knows everyone's astrological charts

Very spiritual

Divine feminine

Animagus is a white cat

Fairy grunge meets gloomy coquette in the most tantalizing of ways

Absolutely bewitched by the muggle world

Either she's perfectly put together or a hot mess there is no in between

Dated Emmeline Vance for years and was absolutely devastated when they broke up

Her new found friendship with Lily is what saved her after their breakup

Was already dating Xenophilius by the time Mary and Lily asked to be in a relationship together

Pandora was really nervous about dating another girl much less two after how hurt she was when her and Emmeline broke up

She told Mary and Lily she would think about it but really she wanted to say yes

She just really loved Xenophilius and wanted to make sure he was ok with it first

He would give Pandora the entire world if she asked so of course he said yes

But he was confused on whether or not hed have to date them too tho

EXTREMELY SMART

She has her astrological sign constellation tattooed across her neck/collarbone

She wants a hedgehog

Loves moths

Has a Siamese cat

And a tarantula

Pandora loves insects and will casually let them crawl all over her and it literally freaks the fuck out of EVERYBODYYYY

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Surprises (1/1) (jegulus)

“Shh Harry, we have to be very quiet.”

“I know dad,” Harry whispered back. Of course it was in that child-whisper that is basically raspy yelling.

James shook his head, but smiled with fondness. “Okay daddy is going to carry the tray, and you take the present, alright?” James said pointing to the table with the gift they had wrapped together last night. And they crept together toward the bedroom.

A few inches from the door, Harry turned around so quickly he nearly toppled the breakfast tray over in James’ arms. “THE FL-“ Harry started, but when he met James’ gaze, his put his little finger to his lips. “The flowers daddy, I have to get them! Papa loves les fleurs!” And when James eyes went wide, he let Harry pass him and ran down the stairs.

Moments later he came sprinting back up with a handful of wild flowers that Harry had picked himself. “Okay. Ready?” James asked. Harry had a huge smile on his face and he kept his finger one his lips to remind himself it was a big secret. James pushed open the door slowly, and he quickly caught a glimpse of Regulus closing his eyes and shuffling down in the bed, pretending to be asleep. James watched in delight as Harry jumped onto the bed.

“Happy Birthday Papa!” Harry yelled, wrapping his little arms around Regulus’ head and kissing his face. Regulus opened his eyes with a smile that spread right across his face. “Oh my goodness! What is all of this?” Regulus said, which caused Harry to go into a full ramble: “Its your birthday papa! So you get presents and look, look! Daddy has breakfast for you. To eat in your BED! And and look! Flowers!” He shoved the flowers in Regulus’ face, who only laughed with joy.

“Oh mon petit merci beaucoup! Tu as fais tous ca tout seul?”

“Well, daddy a m’aider.” Harry said laying down over Regulus, as James came and sat beside them, placing the breakfast tray over Regulus’ legs. “Happy Birthday love,” James said pressing a kiss into Regulus’ hair.

“Thank you,” he whispered back.

“Papa! Papa! Open this! C’est ton cadeau!” And Harry’s happiness and joy was so contagious that Regulus couldn’t help but get wrapped up in his son. His family. The only present he'll ever want.

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Jeggy Date

James is pacing around the room in nothing but his pants a pair of socks and a open Hawaiian shirt "What about this one?" he asks looking around at his friends. "Reggie would like this right? I think it's great"

"a Hawaiian shirt? Are you being seri-sincere right now?" Remus throws a questioning look at him

He looks down at his shirt again "What-I okay your right it's stupid" he takes the shirt off and is digging through the clothes on his bed again. "What about this one?" He asks as he pulls out a yellow jumper. "Yellows a good color right?"

"yeah if you're a flower" Peter chucks on the side of Remus "You're gonna blind him mate"

"Okay-okay what about this one?" He throws on a navy blue flannel " It's nice right?"

"are you gonna leave it open like that?" Sirius asks

"I can pull it off open rights?" He's shaking his head

"Reg would love that" Remus chuckles quietly

"What-no James change please for my baby brothers innocence" he says while gagging

"Okay fine what about this one" he pulls on a white t-shirt and looks at his mates

"it's see through James" Peter kindly says

"What no it's not" me looks at the shirt and presses it into his chest "Damnit it is"

"You're really overthinking this mate. If you waste anymore time you're gonna be late" Remus says while Sirius starts gagging again dramatically

As if on cue Regulus interrupts from where he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed "Yeah you don't wanna keep your date waiting do you Jamie?"

James whips around so hard he thinks he gave himself whiplash. He can barely make out Regulus shape if he squints due to the fact his glasses are on the bed from all the shirt changes. "How long have you been standing there" He asks embarrassed.

"Around the opened flannel" James groans and covers his face.

Regulus walks towards the bed where all James clothes are, and picks out a red shirt along with a pair of brown trousers that are so dark their almost black and hands them to James. "Remus is right you're overthinking this; change darling" he says as he pecks him on the lips erupting a groan from Sirius.

He walks towards James's night stand where he keeps is jewelry and comes back with a necklace just as James finished putting the clothes on. He turns James around after putting the necklace on him and holds his face in place as he pecks him again. "Now I'm gonna go down stairs and wait outside of the portrait for you. When you come out I'm gonna complement your outfit and act like I wasn't the one who picked it out okay?" All James can do is nod.

Regulus waves to all the guys and goes to walk out of the room. "Where the black shoes please not your red ones the red ones will clash" He says as he closes the door. As soon as the door shuts and he hears Regulus foot steps fade away he looks at his friends. "I'm gonna marry him" he says with a absolute blisses out expression. Sirius gags are getting drown out by laughter.