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This is very different to anything I’ve written before, it’s a character study for a modern/muggle au idea I have which would follow the reconnection of the Black siblings after the death of Walburga. It will probably never see the light of day. Includes my OC Celeste Black

TW: drugs, swearing, withdrawal

*Where are you?*

Celeste ignored the notification, adding it to the pile of unopened text messages that had been coming through all morning. She let her head drop back on to the headrest of her seat and closed her eyes while she took a deep breath in, her knee jittered up and down.

“Are you alright Miss?” her driver asked.

She opened her eyes and caught his worried gaze looking back at her in the mirror.

“hum hum” she replied nodding her head breathing out slowly.

Her phone buzzed again and she put it face down on the seat next to her. She turned to look out the window as the car stopped at a red light and Celeste instantly recognised where they were.

Fuck it.

“Actually, Percy...I don’t think I am, any chance we can pull over?” She asked as she chewed on her lip, her fingers twisting in one another.

Her driver sighed and looked back at her, a whisper of disappointment crossed his face before it was replaced with concern. “Miss, I promised your brothers I’d take you straight there we are already running an hour late and I don’t think it’s fair to keep em’ waiting do you?”

Celeste could feel her chest moving quickly, her heart felt like a drum. Her eyes darted between the traffic lights and her door handle. Percy was still looking back and didn’t see the change in the lights. Celeste grabbed at her opportunity, she whipped off her belt and dashed out the car. She ran down the familiar alley and didn’t look back leaving the car door open and her phone behind.

She ran until she knew Percy wouldn’t be able to find her. She lent against a brick wall panting, her whole head spinning, her chest still beating hard. She let herself slip down till she was sat on the floor, knees against her chest. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to regulate her breathing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The voice was harsh but with a glimmer of amusement.

Celeste snapped open her eyes and saw the boy in front of her. “B…Barty” she whispered.

Barty Crouch had a wicked smile across his face. His dark hair stuck out from under a black hoodie, he was wearing baggy black jeans that had a sliver chain from the belt loop into his pocket, it matched the one around his neck and the stud in his eyebrow.

Celeste opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, she threw her hands to her face trying to stop herself from crying.

“hey...hey, Ce it’s okay, I didn’t mean to scare ya” He sat down beside her and took out a packet of fags putting one in his mouth, he nudged her and held up the packet to offer one. Celeste shook her head and Barty shrugged as he lit his.

He took one long draw, letting the smoke slowly curl around his lips as he exhaled. “What are you doing here Ce? It’s dangerous, you of all people can’t just run around these streets, what if someone else found ya? They’d take you for ransom.” He slightly scolded.

Celeste took the cigarette from Barty’s fingers, her hands were shaking as she took it up to her lips.

“I knew where I was going” Her gaze looked forward but she gestured up with her head.

Barty followed the gesture to the pair of dark green converse tied over a telephone wire above, they had been decorated with sharpie doodles of skulls, stars and roses. Barty exhaled a laugh and shook his head. “Gonna have to change my signage aint I?”

A small smile crossed Celeste lips but it quickly vanished as she looked over to Barty. “I’ve tried you know? I really have, but I don’t think I can do it anymore, maybe just a little bump, just half a pill? Anything please, anything...”

Barty sighed and looked at Celeste. “Celeste no, I’ve made promises and so have you. You have done so well, you have worked so hard don’t throw it away now” He took her face between his hands and looked intensely at her.

Celeste shook free and jumped back. Anger filling her eyes, her mouth falling into a frown. “Why is it just me that has to do this? Why do you get to carry on, nothing changed for you.” She shouted.

Barty took a deep breath but it didn’t stop his frustrating from growing. “Because I don’t have the future you have, I don’t get the outs, the fifth and sixth bloody changes you get...because I know when to stop.” Instant regret crossed his face he opened his mouth to speak but Celeste cut him off jabbing her finger into his chest.

“Fuck you, fuck you Barty... you did this to me, it was you.” Celeste couldn’t control herself now, tears ran down her cheeks.

Barty clamped his lips together and pulled Celeste in close, hugging her tight. He rested his chin on her head and screwed his eyes tight. “I know I did.”

“You have ruined my life” Celeste sobbed into Barty’s chest, surrendering herself to the embrace.

“I know I have.” Barty replied sadly. “I know”.

#fanfic #microfiction #marauders #marauders headcanon #original character #the black siblings #muggle au #character study #barty crouch jr #small snippets

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I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

another huge thank you to Caspervi for this beautiful commission✨

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Charles Dickens, from “Great Expectations”

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@jegulus-microfic | march 6 scent | words: 240

tw: swearing

He was running late. He was never ever late, but apparently there must be a first time for everything. On his way to the dungeons Regulus tried to button up the shirt he was wearing, fix his tie and make his hair at least a little less messy. Fucking James and his stupid fucking hands.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I ran into professor McGonagall. She wanted to discuss…” he paused, thinking of good enough reason to be stopped by Transfiguration professor “… my brother’s problems” yes, that was good.

“Hello, Mr. Black. It’s alright, take your seat. As I was saying” Slughorn continued his rant about today's lesson when the familiar scent of tobacco and vanilla filled his nostrils.

Regulus sat between Barty and Evan, sniffing like a dog. His friends looked at him like he ran from Janus Thickey Ward.

“Were seveth-years here before us? It fucking smells like Potter just went out of here” Regulus murmured to the two boys at his table. Barty just snorted in response, and Evan looked like someone had stolen his coffee. “What?” the black-haired boy asked confused.

“Evan owns me so much money” Barty chuckled quietly.

“Fuck off, I was certain it was Lupin” the other boy grumbled exasperated. Regulus looked between them, a bit agitated.

“What the fuck are you two on about?” he hissed at them.

Barty giggled funnily and pointed at the board.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

They were brewing Amortentia.

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Regulus being a bitch and Rosekiller being Rosekiller

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A conversation I just had with my boyfriend

My boyfriend, walking into the room: whatcha doing?

Me, not looking up from my phone: guess

Bf: reading?

Me, starting to cry: yup

Bf: fanfic?

Me: yup

Bf: jegulus?

Me: yup

Bf: Art heist baby?

Me, looking up, tears in my eyes: love, Reggie is about to die!!!

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Borrowed Books and Realisations....

This story concept came to me last night and I have been excited to write it all day!

Celeste Black was sat in an alcove in a hidden section of the courtyard overgrown with vines. Back pressed against the ancient stone engrossed in an open book balancing on her knees she turned a page and took a drag of a cigarette, letting the ash fall on the page below. 

“You’ll burn it if you’re not careful” A teasing voice lifted Celeste from her book and back into reality. She looked up to see a playful grin across Remus Lupin's face as he put a cigarette in his own mouth and lit it taking in a long first draw. 

She didn't return his smile, could she find one place in this godforsaken castle that was free from snarky Gryffindors? 

When Celeste didn't respond Remus exhaled a laugh and shook his head, his reddish blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. He pushed it back and pointed towards the book. “It’s not polite to burn other people's things ya’ know?” 

“It’s mine” She looked back down and turned the page, maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. 

“No, it isn’t” Remus sat next to her in the alcove now and looked ahead towards the mountains. 

Celeste sighed, took in another tobacco-filled breath and snapped the book shut. 

“Well then, whose could it possibly be?” she asked.

“It’s mine” Remus laughed “I gave it to Sirius to borrow last summer.” 

Celeste rolled her eyes. Of course, it seemed silly now to think Sirius could have gotten decent muggle fiction from anywhere else. She held the book up towards Remus. 

He shook his head again, “No it’s fine… keep it, honest, just make sure you don’t set it on fire.” He winked.

“Thanks,” Celeste replied, shooting a small smile back.

“Stealing already stolen books and jumpers from Sirius, House of Black must be falling on hard times?” Remus asked, pulling on the sleeve of the baggy dark grey jumper Celeste was wearing over her uniform. 

“Too busy funding political campaigns,” Celeste smirked. “But this isn’t Siruis’s...it’s Regulus’s if you must know, I took it from his trunk this morning.” 

Remus looked puzzled now, “Regulus?... No, it isn’t. I know that jumper, my mother knitted it as a present last year.” 

“Are you trying to tell me I’m wearing your jumper Lupin?” Celeste laughed at the ridiculous situation she was in. 

“No. Not mine... but it is...James's” He said slowly. 

The two of them locked eyes in realisation as missing pieces of separate puzzles fell into place.

#og character #oneshot #microfiction #marauders #marauders headcanon #writing #regulus black #fanfic #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus #james x regulus #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #the black siblings #stolen jumpers

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Left handed

Sirius and Regulus were both left-handed. This was seen as low class in the Black family so they both were forced taught to write with their right hand. Sirius being Sirius never really cared and wrote with his left hand because "I shall write how it is comfortable mother, and my comfort lies in writing with my left hand so.......fuck you <3". But Regulus, oh poor Regulus tried to write so neatly with his right hand to make his mom proud that he would take double the time to write down notes.

That was until he learnt it didn't matter.

On a normal Tuesday morning in his 6th year at Hogwarts Sirius black was feeling an emotion he hadn't felt since the last time he saw Moony in a suit......dumbstruck. He had stopped in his tracks, successfully causing Peter, walking behind him, to fall down.

James frantically tried to look at the subject that had caused Sirius Black to finally and uncharacteristically shut up about how amazing eyeliner was.

"Padfoot you okay?"

"He's writing with his left hand."

"What?"

"I- James, he's writing with his left hand". Offering no more of an explanation the oldest Black brother walked to the Slytherin table as if in a trance. With the determination he was walking with it would take an act of god to stop him. He reached and very deliberately did not look at anyone but his younger brother, writing his potions homework, with his left hand.

"You aren't supposed to stir that 7 times clockwise, it's 3 times clockwise and 4 times anti-clockwise. It makes the midnight blue shade appear quicker."

Regulus looked up to judge whoever had dared try and correct him when he looked up and realised.....oh. Okay.

"Hello to you too dear brother", he said with a raised eyebrow and nothing more.

"You're writing with your left hand'

"So I am."

"It would piss her off if she knew"

"So it would."

A quick flash in Sirius' face reminded Regulus of the look he gave him when Regulus stole cookies for both of them with the help of Kreacher, pure unrestrained pride.

"Well mieux vaut tard que jamais" Sirius said and quickly walked away

And that one proverb told Regulus that he was forgiven, that Sirius understood and most importantly, that he had his brother back.

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Nicknames

“Can you pass me that book?” Regulus points to the text sitting next to James. 

“Are we going to do anything more interesting today?” James’ voice is bordering on whiney as he passes it across the table. 

“I told you I was studying. You were the one that decided to grace me with your ever annoying presence.” He opens the book and starts flipping through the pages. 

“You know you love it,” James’ teasing tone isn’t at all subtle. 

They’ve been playing this game for months now. The game where James flirts overtly and Regulus pretends that he doesn’t flirt back. Where they find excuses to spend time together. Where Regulus lets James interrupt his study session when it’s very clear he has no intention of letting him actually study. 

“Come on!” There’s no reply from the younger boy who would look entirely indifferent if it wasn’t for the small crease between his brows that indicates that he’s not doing a very good job at blocking James out. “Reggie.” 

He looks up then, eyebrows now knitted into a thick line. “No.” 

A smirk. “What?” 

“You are not calling me Reggie.” 

“Why? Sirius does.” 

“Sirius is my brother and incredibly annoying.” 

James’ smirk turns into a grin. “Oh so you don’t find me annoying then?” 

“I told you I did less than thirty seconds ago.” 

“You’re such a bad liar.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes in the way that makes James’ stomach do a little flip and goes back to ‘ignoring’ him. 

James is silent for approximately five seconds. “You can give me a nickname if you’d like.” 

“I’m good, thanks.” 

“Seriously, you can call me whatever you want.” 

“Noted.” 

“You can even call me tonight if you like.” 

That stops him. It also makes him look up and meet James’ eyes. “Really, Potter?” 

James raises his eyebrows, smiling again. “Didn’t like that one?” 

“You’re a walking, cliche.” 

James laughs. “So is that a no to the nickname then?”

A pause. “I’ll think about it.” 

— 

A week later and James walks into the Slytherin common room. 

“Potter, to what do we owe this honour?” Barty asks, not even bothering to get up from where’s he’s laying across Evan’s lap on one of the sofas, spinning his wand between his fingers. 

Pandora is reading cross legged in an armchair and looks up with a warm smile that contrasts her brother’s suspicious one. 

“Hi guys. Have you seen Regulus?” 

“Let him out of your sight for once, huh?” Evan asks with raised eyebrows. 

“Yes. Well, no- I mean. He’s not always-“ 

“Eloquent as ever, I see,” Barty laughs and Pandora shushes him. 

“Oh stop it you two,” she looks at James, “he’s upstairs. Sometimes he needs to escape from these idiots.” 

She shushes them again as they start to argue and they settle back down with a grumble. 

James nods. “Right, well do you think he’d mind if I drop something to him? I accidentally took his quill from the library the other day and I’m not sure I want to find out what happens if he thinks I stole it.” 

Evan shrugs. “He’s your boyfriend, Potter. Do what you want.” 

Everything stops. 

James can hear his heart beating in his ears. 

Pandora’s smile has dropped. “Are you okay James?” 

James takes a deep breath and nods his head, blinking so the room starts moving again. “Yep, all good. I’ll go deliver this quill to my… boyfriend.” 

The word comes out slowly as James gauges their reactions, waiting for one of them to laugh at him, to laugh at their joke. 

Instead they stare at him. “Okay…” Evan says eventually. 

James doesn’t remember walking through the common room or up the stairs. He doesn’t remember knocking on Regulus’ door or opening it to find him sitting cross legged on his bed, book opened in his lap and beautiful eyes wide in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He doesn’t remember anything before the words that fall out of his mouth. 

“Why did Evan just call me your boyfriend?” 

Recognition appears in his eyes, then and his mouth curls up into a knowing smile. “You told me I could call you anything.” 

“I was talking about a nickname, Regulus.” 

“And?” 

James has to stop himself from looking at the camera that’s surely filming him right now. This can’t be an actual conversation he’s having, surely? 

“Boyfriend is not a nickname. It’s a thing.”  He moves closer to Regulus’ bed as he talks, his words faster than usual. “It’s something a person is, it’s… romantic.”

Regulus blinks before putting down his book and getting up off his bed so they’re standing across from each other. “Thank you for defining the word boyfriend, Potter. And for the clarification.” His tone is definitely sarcastic but James has no idea how to respond.

“You’re welcome,” is what comes out. James kicks himself for it. 

“So are you saying you don't want me to call you that any more?” Regulus’ facial expression seems neutral but there’s a hint of something else there. 

“No,” the word escapes before he even realises he’s said it. “I mean yes. I mean-“ he stops and takes a breath before meeting Regulus’ eyes. They’re softer than usual. “Are you sure?” 

Regulus hums before he smiles and takes a step forward, reaching out to place his hand on James’ cheek and momentarily causing him to stop breathing. “It suits you, you know? Your new nickname, I mean.” 

James lets out a noise that sounds startlingly close to impatience before he finds himself leaning in, and then Regulus’ lips are on his and his hands are in his hair and he forgets any name he’s ever had for a second, a minute, an hour, an indeterminate amount of time before they pull apart again. 

He’s smiling now as his heart beats quickly in his chest, and as the younger boy smiles right back James only has one question:

“So can I call you Reggie now?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Oh,” James pouts and Regulus rolls his eyes before reaching down to take his hand, lacing their fingers together. 

“I guess you’ll just have to settle for boyfriend.” 

James’ eyes move from their hands to Regulus’ face. “Oh.” His voice is softer now, light. “I think I can make that work.” 

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James: Hey, Moony, can my parents adopt you?

Remus: What? Why?

James: Because, then when Sirius finds out and goes “you’re sleeping with my brother?!” I can go “well so are you!” and flash him the certificate as proof.

Remus: That’s so ridiculous— wait, Prongs, what?! Are you fucking serious??

James: No, I’m fucking Regulus. I just said that.

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c: @adharastarlight

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I think there should be more fics and art perfectly tailored to my very specific and personal preferences that may change at a moments notice, directly catered to me tbh

Without the need for me, or anyone else to write them.

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Regulus: *Locks Barty in the car* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Barty: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

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29+30 / permanent+draw / 208 words

“Regulus, did you draw this?” James asked, holding up a cocktail napkin he had found in Regulus’ pocket while he was doing laundry.

It was a sketch of a lion with large stag antlers on either side of its head, the stars making up the Leo constellation dotting its body.

“Hm?” Regulus asked, looking up from the book he was reading. “Oh, yeah, just a doodle while I was waiting for Barty the other night.” He shrugged before turning back to his book.

James looked at the drawing once more before shoving it into his pocket and racing out the door. When he came back home a few hours later, he showed Regulus the exact same drawing, only this time it was against his flesh, taped beneath some plastic film.

“Are you kidding me, James?” Regulus said, peeking at the tattoo. It was an exact replica of his drawing, only colored in a water color style, the stars a black contrast against the rainbow ink of the animals. “You know this is permanent, don’t you?”

Regulus stared into his eyes, concern clouding them, as if James would ever regret his decision to get the tattoo.

“So are we,” was all James said, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ lips.

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Promises...

I started writing a few bits including my OC who is always in my head so now is on paper as well...

Celeste Black was draped across a chaise lounge in her parent's library, book in one hand, a half-eaten apple in the other. She was wearing black tights under a dark green, velvet dress with white ruffles on the cuffs and collar. She had a matching ribbon in her long dark hair. She had kicked off her shoes and was humming along to a record that was playing in the corner of the room. 

Lost in her reading she didn’t hear the library door open and was startled when the music suddenly stopped, she looked up to see her brother, dressed in smart black robes taking the needle from the spinning vinyl. 

“They’ll be back soon,” Regulus said turning to look at her before she could ask what he was doing. 

Celeste nodded and put her book down, “Krecher” she called. With a loud snap, the house elf appeared. 

“How can Krecher help the young Miss Black?” He said as he bowed. 

“Please can you hide the record player so my parents won't find it” Celeste asked getting up, and waving her hand in the direction of her brother. 

“Of course, Miss” Krecher moved over to Regulus and with another snap, the player and vinyls had gone along with the apple core Celeste had left on the coffee table. 

“Thank you Krecher, that’s all for now.” Celeste smiled pleasantly. 

Another bow, another snap and the house elf had gone. Celeste looked over to her brother who was staring at her with a glint of anger in his eyes. 

‘What?” she asked innocently. 

“You shouldn’t be so careless, you didn’t hear me come in, what if that was one of them?” He accused. 

Celeste rolled her eyes, “But it wasn’t Reg, it’s all good, don’t stress” 

“It’s not though, is it? Listening to Muggle Music? Where did you even get that from anyway?” He had slightly raised his voice.

Celeste opened her mouth to speak but Regulus held up his hand to stop her, “In fact, I don't even need to ask, I know exactly where you found it.” He sighed. “Celeste soon I won't be here, you need to be more careful or…” 

Regulus’s rant was interrupted by the door opening again, both siblings turned to look, a caught expression on their faces. 

“Woah, it’s just me” Sirius laughed as he walked in wearing tight jeans, a muggle band tee and Doc Martins. 

Regulus took one look at him and smacked the palm of his hand to his forehead. Sirius just rolled his eyes and blobbed his tongue out at his little sister. 

“Why are you shouting at CeCe Reg?” He asked walking over, putting his arm around Celeste and pulled a pouty face making her laugh. ‘Don’t you think she gets it enough? Poor lamb.” He mocked. 

Regulus looked slightly guilty, “I’m not shouting…I’m just saying that soon we’ll both be off to Hogwarts and she’ll be here, and she just needs to be more careful.” 

“Are you sure you’re only 11?” Sirius laughed, “are we sure he’s only 11?” he asked his sister. 

Celeste just shrugged with a smirk on her face. 

“Reg it’s fine, Ce knows the rules, she’s lived in this house almost as long as you, she gets it, she’ll be fine and it’ll only be a few months and you’ll…urm we’ll.. be back for Christmas and she has Krecher” Sirius stumbled over the last part of his sentence. 

“I’ll be back?” Regulus dropped his authoritative tone and now he really did look 11. 

Sirius grimaced regretting his slip-up. “It’s just…” he rubbed the back of his head and avoided Regulus’s eye contact. “James did mention…” 

Regulus threw his hands up in the air, “Well of course he did…”

“Don’t be like that Reg, once you meet him you’ll love him, I promise.” 

Regulus’s face turned to thunder, he highly doubted that. 

Celeste pulled away from Sirius. “Would you actually go?” she twisted her fingers in her hands and looked up at Sirius. 

Sirius looked between both of his siblings, sighed and pulled them both onto the chaise lounge beside him. 

“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, of course I wouldn’t, not if you were both still here.” He put his arms around them both, Regulus tried to pull away but eventually fell into the sibling group hug. “I’ll never leave you with them, I promise,” Sirius whispered to them. 

All three of the young Black siblings had silent tears in their eyes, convincing themselves this was the one promise that wouldn’t ever be broken.

#the black brothers #the black siblings #fanfic #microfiction #oneshot #regulus black #marauders #marauders headcanon #writing #sirius and regulus #sirius black #oc #my oc character #celeste black #early years

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