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ann-ann-alan · 5 months

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Cough Serum (Regulus Black x GN!reader)

~ Authors note: My first fic woo!

~ Summery: You meet a curious boy in the potion's classroom.

~ Warning: One swear word, talk of Regulus's childhood. No use of Y/N.

~ Word count: 1k

~ Category: Fluff

You were wondering around the Hogwarts grounds, heading for the potion's classroom as Professor Slughorn had given your class an assignment on calming draught that you had still yet to complete.

You walk into the empty potion's classroom placing your cauldron on one of the stoves, turning it on as the water slowly starts bubbling.

The potions classroom had always been quite gloomy in your opinion. Nothing good ever happened here. Nosey Ravenclaws were always snarky about how good they were, Hufflepuffs were often sensitive to the smoke the potions would create, Gryffindors blew things up and well, Slytherins were mean.

You had never known any Slytherins that didn't preach about blood purity and were anything other than rude and think themselves to be better than everyone else.

As you pick out some lavender and peppermint from the shelf you see a boy around your age walk into the classroom.

With a green and silver tie. A Slytherin. Great! You think sarcastically.

He looks at you with a scowl, as if your mere existence was offending him.

Placing his cauldron on a stove near yours he walks right up to you. Your breath got trapped in your lugs, he was so close you were scared that if you breathed out your chests would touch.

"You're in my way." He says calmly still keeping that scowl from earlier.

The lavender and peppermint clutched in your fists against your chest suddenly becomes apparent. You were standing right in front of the cabinet that held most of the ingredients needed for calming draught.

"I'm sorry." You spoke softly as you looked at your feet and moved out of the way. The look he has been giving you seems to get slightly softer.

It had been a while since your little scuffle with the Slytherin boy (if you could even call it that).

Time seemed to go on forever, a mere thirty minutes felt like an eternity in this dusty, cramped room. The walls felt like they were closing in as the uncomfortable silence between you and the boy you couldn't stop yourself form admiring was dense.

Could you blame yourself? This boy was beautiful. His dark grey eyes that you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to get lost in, and his curly black hair that looked so soft. You wondered if he had a spell for making his hair look so silky.

"Staring is rude you know." A deep voice woke you up from your daydream. "OH! I-I'm sorry." You quickly looked down at your potion in embarrassment. 'Did I seriously just stutter?' This boy was more influential on you than you had previously thought.

"Do I have something on my face?" The deep voice of the boy speaks again as he tries wiping an invisible substance from his face. "No, don't worry there isn't anything on your face." You say as you look up from you cauldron. "Why were you looking at me then?" What do you respond to that? Admit that you had been staring at his lovely face? "Well, I was... um... Thinking about your potion!" It comes out louder than you had intended it to. He looks at you strangely. "Sorry. I was just thinking that your potion looked much better than mine." You give him a light smile as you mix your potion that was definitively the wrong colour.

"Peppermint. It's the peppermint. You put too much of it, that's why your potion is green." He deadpans as he looks at you. "Really but here it says you need three cloves of it!" You grab your potions textbook and sit next to him. "See?" You point to the part where it says three cloves. "That's for cough serum," He turns the page, "This is for calming drought." You look in between the book and your cauldron. "You're telling me I've been making cough serum this whole time?" You both exchange a blank look.

"Shit." You say as you rest your forehead on the table in front of you. "It's going to take me forever to finish this!" The ticking of the clock makes you look at it. "And it's due in two hours." You say as you comb your fingers through your hair, knowing you won't have the time to restart a whole new potion in that amount of time.

Unbeknownst to you, the boy sitting in the stool right next to you was looking at you with worry. His grey eyes clouding with the need to help. But why? He had never helped anyone in his life why would he now help a stranger from (your house)?

Before he could even think straight, he placed a hand on your back. "You can take some of mine for Slughorns class, I made too much anyway." The look of pure admiration and thanks you sent the boy made him feel like he was going to pass out. How could someone be so happy because of him? He had never made anyone happy before.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He froze, 'What is this? What's happening?' You slowly pulled back, "I simply cannot thank you enough!"

A lone bottle laying on the desk was used as you filled it with his potion. "What's your name anyway? I feel like I need to say it to truly thank you." Your voice suddenly makes him wake from his own mind. "Oh-um, It's Regulus." He didn't know why he didn't tell you his last name. Maybe he subconsciously hoped you would never find out about his family.

You swivel your seat to look at him, "Thank you very much Regulus. This means a lot to me. You are un incredible potions master. I am officially in your dept." Regulus looks at you with a shocked expression. He thought to himself, had anyone every thanked him for anything he had ever done? Or tell him that he was good at something? His parents surely didn't.

"it's no problem." The small smile he gives you almost makes you melt. This boy was truly something.

The ticking of the clock made you jump out of your seat in shock. "Sorry Reggie! I've got to go get my other books before class starts!" You scramble to pick up all your things and start running to get out of the class.

"Wait! I never got your name!" He proclaimed but you didn't hear him as you were already out the door.

He starred at the door as if you would suddenly appear there. He wanted to see you again. See your bright eyes as they stare at him.

Guess he'll have to take you up on the dept you owe him.

#regulus black #harry potter #the house of black #mauraders #regulus black x reader #Regulus's hair #regulus x reader #regulus deserved better #Regulus and his trauma

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iheartmoons · 1 year

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yk what pisses me the fuck off? people being so obsessed w regulus that they downplay sirius' trauma just to make reg a sadder character that they can relate to. do whatever u want with reg - this is a free fandom, jkr doesn't run it and ur allowed to think whatever, but its actually baffling how ur willing to legit take away sirius' trauma for reg. i've seen people say that 'reg is the second choice child' like... ur kidding me, right? just because... he's younger?? doesn't make him second choice??? i will confidently say that sirius is 100% the less favoured child and i will fight anyone on it - i mean, how is this even a fucking debate?!? what is wrong with people?! sure, reg's story is sad and interesting but i desperately need you to stop depriving him of every little good thing in his life just to improve his story.

i will 100% confidently say that sirius is objectively one of the most, if not the most, traumatised character in the marauders fandom. yes, i know we shouldn't compare people's trauma, and with any other character i wouldn't. but this is sirius. he was physically and mentally abused by his parents, he felt that he had to protect a young child when he was only a year older and developed a martyr complex, had his family try and manipulate him into joining their cult at 16, ran away from home and was disowned at 16, grew up in wartime, he became a child solider at 18, his *adoptive* parents died at 19, his brother died at 19, his relationship w remus was falling apart, he got framed for the murder of his bsfs at 21 and then spent 12 years of his life getting his soul sucked out of him, at 33 he gets let out and his godson thinks he's a murderer and he has to un-learn his dog-like behaviours, at 34 the war begins again, at 35 he dies, and then in the afterlife watches remus have a wife and child. please fight me on this because i could go all day for him.

#please lets not debate about this #just because he had friends doesn't mean he was a-ok #like im disappointed that as a fandom we've downgraded his CANON trauma #its canon guys!!!!#not even a fucking headcanon #like remus having a bad father is just a headcanon #im petitioning rn to stop making reg a sad little emo baby #sure he had a shit life #but u need to get it in ur brains that there are some yes SOME tiny good aspects of his life #yeah alright his parents were abusive to him and they never really loved him #but to say he was second choice #you MUST be fucking me over #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #the black family #harry potter #the marauders #wolfstar #jegulus #bartylus #i mean sure reg was second as heir but like... have u guys never been taught how 'heirs' work???#i mean...surely u understand the concept #older siblings get chosen first #sad little baby didnt invited to the cult first :((((#STFU.

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unhinged-arsonist · 2 months

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Adhd!James likes loud parties because they drown out the neverending thoughts that are constantly racing through his mind. Roaring parties are the one place where he feels that he can truly think for himself.

However

Autistic!Regulus hates loud parties because they're so loud he can never form a complete thought, and not being in total control of his thoughts and actions scares the fuck out of him.

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siriuslygay1981 · 3 months

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"I caught you forgetting me"

as a small writing prompt featuring the black brothers.

Regulus looked over at Sirius who had his arm around James as they walked, he was going to do this today he decided. Sirius doesn't even glance at him as the two...brothers shoved each other around and laughed, regulus only lets it hurt for a moment. The disdain he feels at the word isn't as all consuming anymore. He knows Sirius sees James as a brother, he did save sirius so regulus had decided he wouldn't fight Sirius on the subject. He had come to terms with James stepping in when regulus couldn't, taking Sirius in when he needed. His eyes followed the group of boys as they passed through the great hall. They're so full of life , so full of love...regulus tries picturing himself beside the two but it only lasts for a second, he couldnt get ahead of himself. Even as he thought that he felt a small feeling of excitement to be back with his brother...if he could just talk to him.

Regulus would've missed the next sentence if it weren't for the fact that he decided today was the day he would make things better with Sirius. Today he would be brave...for himself and for his brother. Today...if his brother asked he would say yes...he would leave behind his whole life. He felt his weak courage squirm in him as he stepped forward his mouth opening to call out to him.

"Where is your brother Mr.black?" Regulus paused, his eyes snapping to sirius. He knew he'd regret it and he felt his anxiety rise, he'd say James is right here first, which is going to hurt...a lot but then he will glance towards regulus. Or proclaim he has no other brother. Or maybe even say to ask one of Regulus' friends. Maybe it would've hurt less if he said that.

Sirius looked confused his eyes sliding over to James before coming back to McGonagall. It was instinctive... Regulus felt his hope, his courage vanish in the twelve seconds it took for Sirius to realize what he did. What he forgot. Who he forgot.

Regulus could feel his lungs seize up, his stomach dropped and a cold feeling dripped down his chest. His throat felt tight as sirius' eyes widened, his face paling. Remus and Peter have gone quiet in shock while james' face was blank as he realized the same as the others. Sirius had forgotten all about regulus. Sirius....Sirius Sirius sirius Sirius black forgot about his poor baby brother.

Regulus remembered Sirius, he remembered, he held him close every f-king second. He remembered him and regulus felt mortified. He was wrong...he was wrongwrongwrong. Sirius asked regulus to come out of obligation, he didn't want regulus to say yes. He must've felt relieved when regulus declined. Maybe he wasn't faking animosity towards regulus as regulus had been doing towards Sirius. Maybe he was glad to be rid of regulus. Regulus' mouth shut silently his posture went rigid even as his heart cracked and his body went numb.

His brother had forgotten he still had a younger brother. Someone with the same blood, someone he spent years raising. Sirius had replaced him with James fucking potter. And- and before it was fine because regulus was going to reclaim that spot. He was going to be with Sirius again and sure James was an undesired extra but he'd deal. But...but but but he was too late.

Regulus...regulus didn't feel too good. He turned around and quickly started walking, he barely made it to the next corner before throwing up. Brave wasn't...brave did no one any good he decided. He pushed himself off the wall and onto his unsteady legs, all the memories of his brother once bright and loving now sucking the life out of him. Weighing him down as he stumbled towards the black lake. The water would feel good on his burning skin.

He thought the same as he stumbled towards the edge of the rocks and gratefully chugged down water. He fell in...no he was pulled in razor sharp claws pulling at his skin and yanking him down.

Sirius forgot me...and he won't remember me but Sirius will always be the one person I could never forget. Sirius will always be my big brother. Always be my protector

Where has he been?

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captain-cheeseboi · 1 year

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ever since zar introduced the rule of three and then Sybill, Amos and Rabastan all died in one chapter I always knew that Barty, Marlene and Fleamont would all die one after the other (I made a post about that here) but nothing could’ve ever prepared me for how unfair each of their deaths were.

Barty was left untreated. which meant he died, he was so close to making it, he could’ve made it but the aurors arrived and that got him killed. he died wanting his mum and never got to say goodbye to regulus

Marlene made one tiny simple mistake and stepped on a landmine. she didn’t even get to go out in a fight (this KILLS me), no, she stepped on a landmine and got blown up right before the love of her life ended the war for her

Fleamont was never supposed to die. he was never exposed to the violence and trauma that his wife and children experienced. he was promised a peaceful life and yet he died after spending a mere fifty-five years and fifty-five seconds living on the same earth as his love

nothing is fair in war though

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regscupid · 5 months

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btw. writing the black brothers blaming each other for their traumas and being left behind or staying behind doesn’t mean the writer is saying they’re right. btw

#writing regulus being upset with sirius for leaving him behind doesn’t mean he’s wrong for leaving #and writing sirius with the perspective that regulus is evil and just like his parents doesn’t mean that’s the truth either #i see it a lot with people thinking an author is villainizing sirius for placing blame on regulus #but like. they’re brothers. with shared trauma. and a complex relationship #they’re going to blame each other for things when they’re not at a good point in their relationship #that doesn’t mean YOU are supposed to #nuance! get with it!

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enbysiriusblack · 11 months

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dorcas meadowes and sirius black are the anti hero marauder characters.

#if you're wondering why regulus isn't here. i shall explain my decision.#right so. an anti hero is a character who does good but has un- heroic like traits #an anti hero focuses on personal motivation above a sort of greater good.#and is generally disliked/on the outs with the clearer hero/villian characters #dorcas is on a clear side of good. but the way they go about it isn't that moral #they kill practically hundreds of people (bad people) out of more anger and grief than anything else #dorcas could be classed as a hero with more villianous qualities (acting on more selfish desires/careless about people they hurt)#sirius comes from a family of more villian characters but runs towards good #his intentions are some 'for the greater good' and just. to rebel.#they tend to act selfishly and impulsively and make bad choices #sirius strives to be a hero but his trauma and intentions land them in anti hero #whereas regulus.#he (unlike sirius and dorcas) isn't on/striving for good.#he is a very neutral character that is trapped in a villianous world #an anti hero actively does both good and bad. an anti hero thinks firstly of themsevles #regulus doesn't. his good deed is stealing the horcrux. his bad deed is joining the death eaters.#he does do both good and bad. but that just lands him as a neutral character. a morally grey victim. a complacent rebel.#dorcas and sirius do good things with bad intentions and bad things with good intentions #whilst regulus does a bad thing and a good thing. and so on. which cancels each other out. making him neutral.#marauders era #marauders #sirius black #dorcas meadowes

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agent-tempest · 1 year

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Regulus Black from Art Heist, Baby! is Modern Kaz and I don't need to elaborate further

#Also the fact that they both have a thing with water #one could not swim to save his life #and another used his brother as a floatie #not me making fun of the trauma of my fav characters like I make fun of the problems in my life #Also also both of them have older brothers #who they love and want to please but are also angry on them #and also also aslo the said brothers are not with them anymore #regulus black #regulus arcturus black #kaz brekker #kaz dirtyhands brekker #soc #art heist baby #crooked kingdom #marauders #grishverse

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residentrookie · 1 year

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Regulus Black is not soft. No one forged in the fires of the Noble House of Black, struck by the anvil of his mother, Walburga Black, molded by the hammer of their family’s expectations, is truly capable of softness, at least not instinctively. Certainly not him. Not even Sirius. Even after leaving their house, the damage was done; a weapon removed from the scorching heat still hardens as it cools.

proud of this little snippy :,) (chapter 8)

#regulus black and his continual family traumas #he is NOT soft guys #like his heart doesn't even flutter when he looks at james so yeah #regulus black #jegulus #writing snippet #jegulus fic #fic: i'll be seeing you

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 1 year

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Regulus Black eats angst for breakfast and oh, how i find symphony in his sadness.

TW/CW: irl parental abuse. irl struggle with mental illness. *life's tough guys*

It's because all my branches were cut so fucking short. All my leaves pruned before they ever got to grow and feel the wind. My soil poured over with boiling water so as to sanitize. Dear sister, they look at the life and fire inside of you and now know exactly what they must kill.

I'm sorry but how could i EVER not feel a deep kinship for this man. Everybody talks about the troubled years of the elder sibling. But who talks about the one child left to pick up the pieces of an already shambled family when their older sibling has made every mistake -- that they're no longer allowed to make theirs?

Honestly, though... what about the children left to pick up the pieces? Left to clean up the mess after? We're here too. I feel like this is a rather unspoken facet to the older sibling-younger sibling dynamic? If not unspoken, then terribly neglected.

The first time I had a panic attack at the backseat of my father's car, my father, with steel in his voice, asked if I was about to turn crazy like my older sister. Ignoring how I struggled to hear him over the sounds of, well, me -- gasping for air I couldn't breathe in. The first time I went home early, missing last period--because I felt cracks in my mind as stabs of anxiety made me feel bloody inside-- i was interrogated. I was asked if I so worshipped my sibling... for being so fucking cruel to my parents and wasting all the hard work that went into paying for my education. Because they felt like they were still paying for my sister's.

My father who paid for my sister's education as she studied in one of my country's most prestigious universities, told me he WASN'T going to give me the same kindness -- just in case. He didn't want to have to waste his money, he said. "So pick a small school and be done with it."

I remember my sister asking me why I wasn't hit as much as she was at my age. It's not like I was never hit, I remember telling her. But there was bitterness clinging to her person, so she asks again -- but why weren't they ever as violent towards me, as they were to her? Why.

I had it so fucking good.

We used to be in the same boat but so good of me to decide I wanted to play the good daughter.

It's because all my branches were cut so fucking short. All my leaves pruned before they ever got to grow and feel the wind. My soil poured over with boiling water so as to sanitize.

They look at the life and fire inside of you and know exactly what they must kill. I was already half dead. There was nothing left of me to hit me for. They made sure of it. THEY. MADE. SURE.

I may hold fewer bruises than you do. I may have fewer scars. But aren't you glad you still want to live? That you actually have people to fight and live for?

I think they got to me way deeper. Sorry, I guess? I'm already dead.

Of course, I never told her that. She got to have enough time in her life that her anger and bitterness fuel her own passion. I grew up holding my own bitterness in silence because there's simply no point. Not for me.

I was only living so that my parents could satiate this cruel greed to prove to themselves, that they could have one child that "wasn't fucked up" that "wasn't a failure". I spent a good chunk of my life trying to erase her mistakes. Like that was all I was here for. Allowed to be here for.

(How it fucking cost them, when I was diagnosed with my own cocktail of mental illnesses -- apparently she already has hers. I was barely allowed to "have" mine. Dad said I should be thankful.)

So maybe I look at this fictional character and feel some sort of affinity for what I can only imagine were his struggles. Rebellious older brother and the sibling left to fend for himself, and thus, overcompensating to please his parents? Younger sibling made heir because his brother ran away? Well, that's sounds terrifyingly familiar.

I wasn't a fucking nazi. Nor will I ever be. So, there's that.

Though, given my field of study, I'm well aware that had my parents been (or something similar), I would've gone to the moral deep end and followed. At least regulus fucking pulled his shit together despite the sheer lack of help he got compared to sirius. I'm really, not sure. if I'd have had enough will to do the same, much more live to die for something -- when I was in a similar household situation as him.

Granted, I'm well aware my sister isn't, in any way, responsible for the abuse I went through, just as it wasn't my words or my hands that hurt her as well. I feel the same way for the black brothers too.

It's just that sometimes the discourse around regulus can tend to get very hurtful and ignorant towards how children respond and try to survive in abusive households. Or how sirius' role as an older brother takes precedent, as if the younger kids in families don't face their own nightmares. or that sometimes THEY'RE THE ONES who get hurt the most in certain situations.

This isn't a call to aggression or the dismissal of what elder siblings go through. I'm just saying that regulus is so painfully relatable and is a powerful medium when it comes to discussing what younger kids go through. YOUR YOUNGER SIBLINGS SUFFER JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO EVEN IF YOUR VERSION OF HELL DOESN'T LOOK THE SAME.

TL;DR: younger siblings are always the last ones left. and when you're the last one left, you're the one who has to deal with everything. there are younger kids also fighting for their fucking lives, okay?

Note: i have three older siblings of which I've experienced all these things with them. Here, they've blurred into this singular presence because it's easier than actively writing out their names. Also, why would i do that? And this was written more for my catharsis. All of what I've written remain just as real. So when i say i get regulus black, i really do. I have three sirius's in my life and two of which i love but will never speak to. Ever again.

#regulus kinnie #regulus black #sirius and regulus #sirius black and regulus black #the black brothers #ancient and most noble house of black #marauders era #younger sibling #sibling trauma #yes - i do think people tend to get ignorant when it comes abuse #people only respect what's easier to swallow #think about the prettier picture. the one who fights cruelty and wins #but cruelty kills. yall. some give under the weight.#does it excuse regulus being a death eater? no. but he was far from a coward. Or to have cowardice as his defining trait. fuck that.#still -- dont be a nazi.#hp marauders #sirius black

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periwinkle-the-11th · 1 year

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Regulus having a horrible fear of abandonment after Sirius left.

#regulus black #sirius black #sirius and regulus #he's probably felt like he was replaceable to everyone #because if his own brother replaced him with someone he considered a 'better brother' then who else could just find someone better #and get rid of him #abandonment trauma #light angst #headcannons #marauders era

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sunny-prongs · 3 months

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Ok hear me out, Walburga accepting Regulus transidentity because as a woman in the pure blood society she know a daughter would be useless so better if she can have 2 sons but because of that Regulus can't hate her, yes she was a monster to him and his brother but still she was the first one accepting him for who he was and helping him in the process even if it was probably not for the reasons he would have wanted

#i strongly believe that Regulus just can't hate his parents even if he try really hard to do it #he's probably jealous of Sirius because at least Sirius don't feel bad for leaving the Black family #while Reggie cry often because he's conflicted by his feelings #gosh i love pain and angst at 1 am 💀#anyway #regulus black #regulus #walburga black #walburga is a shitty mother even if like that #by the way i don't feel like Walburga would be a monster just a really bad mother and that's probably why Regulus keep loving her #maybe he feel bad for her and her own traumas #that's still not a reason for what she have done OF COURSE #regulus needs a hug

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apoetsworld · 2 months

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James: Tell your brother that its important to talk about his feelings!!!

Sirius: pfft why?? Its not.

Regulus: SEE. We grew up just ignoring every feeling, and look how great we turned out!

James: THATS TRAUMA, YOU WERE REPRESSED-

Regulus: HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY THAT ITS JUST MY PERSONALITY, MY LIFESTYLE-

James: YOUR TRAUMA-

Regulus: TRAUMA BUILDS CHARACTER JAMES

#trauma builds character #-r.a.b.#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #starchaser #james potter #incorrect marauders quotes #the marauders #marauders era

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ellecdc · 3 months

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Mother, i had a request but i forgot what it was 😭😭 i was sooo excited tooo 😫

But in trying to remember i had another brilliant idea!!

Reader x Reggie where theyre both stoic, slightly volatile 🐍 but theyre actually really soft and mushy. And then SURPRISE!! Theyre actually also dating Remus who takes care of them and is super protective. Maybe its revealed near the full moon and possessive Moony makes an appearance.

Siri is flabberghasted; Barty is horrified his darling sweethearts are be defiled; James is shook; and Lily is yhe ultimate bro and super proud of Rem.

Anyway, im sorry your computer was so mean to you. I hope you're looking after yourself 🩵🩵

......this is going to go down in history as my most controversial post........😈 may I present to you.....poly!MoonWater 😈😈😈😈😈

poly!moonwater x fem stoic!reader (i.e., Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x reader)

Sirius Black was admittedly currently going through a hard time.

Now, depending on who you asked, one (literally everyone and anyone) might say it was his own fault.

But if you asked Sirius Black? It was everyone else and their insufferable happiness that was to blame.

His insufferable best-friend-that-anyone-could-ever-ask-for finally landed the woman of his dreams and said woman of previously mentioned best friend was horribly in love with the sod.

Even his baby brother was happy! Which seemed like an oxymoron because in looking at Regulus Arcturus Black, one would assume that boy had never known a single moment of happiness in his life.

If one took into account their childhoods, they’d be right.

But Regulus Black, who was quiet in a way that made you feel like you were always being judged and ridiculed (you were) who very rarely had a kind thing to say about anyone had found happiness (read: a girl) who, for all intents and purposes, could be his personality doppelganger.

One difference, however, was that you were quiet in a way that always had one feeling like you knew too much, saw too much, and you were far too perceptive for anyone’s good. You always seemed to be analyzing the people around you and Sirius, sue him, found that incredibly disconcerting.

He did not wish to be known, thank you very much.

And even Moony! Moony, the bastard, was seeing someone! Fucked if Sirius knew who though because the sod wouldn't tell anyone who they were. He just kept popping back to the dorm room covered in hickies and looking far too pleased with himself whilst offering no details.

He was even spending entire nights away from the dorm, and always made sure he had the sodding map with him so they couldn’t even see where he was.

So yeah, Sirius was pissed.

And before you ask – no, it’s not because he was lonely – in fact, he had frequent visitors in his bed thank you very much. And NO, he didn’t want to discuss the fact that perhaps if he didn’t run at the first sign of commitment or emotional intimacy, he too would have happiness.

Perhaps he just wanted everyone else to be slightly less happy for his own sake.

Did no one ever think about Sirius Black?

Give right now for example. He and Regulus had been...hanging out (if that’s what you could call the two of them sitting together not speaking as they each did their own homework) since Sirius insisted it was important to do so, especially since Sirius no longer lived at home meaning that their usual means of brotherly bonding (read: trauma) no longer took place.

And then James showed up (he was so lucky Sirius loved him) who was but of course accompanied by Lily Evans (she was so lucky she’s as lovely as she is) which turned into a small James Potter roast on account of Regulus and Lily both having years’ worth of material from hating him up until recently, and Sirius had loads of material on account of him being a certified hater.

And then Moony showed up, and if Sirius didn’t know any better, he had definitely been fooling around mere moments ago.

But Sirius did know better.

“Moony, what broom closet did you just crawl out of and where’s the poor soul that was stuck in there with you?” He spat.

Remus merely chuckled and pulled a book out of his bag, making himself comfortable in one of the library’s grandfather chairs. “No one was stuck anywhere with me.”

“No, I’m sure they were a very willing participant.” Regulus drawled, looking particularly bored for all intents and purposes, never bothering to lift his gaze from his book.

“No need to be jealous, baby Black. You’re more than welcome to join me in such broom closets.” Remus joked with a wink.

“Oi!” Sirius swatted at Remus on behalf of his brother (he’s welcome). “That’s my baby brother you’re talking about, and he’s taken thank you very much.”

“Merlin knows how,” James muttered none too quietly, “it’s not like he’s very approachable.”

Regulus lifted a lazy eyebrow as he looked at James from above the pages of his book. “I’ll have you know I’m very approachable to those I wish to be approached by.”

“Hi Reggie!”

“Get fucked.” Regulus called back to Barty Crouch Junior, hardly sparing his best friend a glance as he approached him from behind.

“Wow, Reggie’s in a good mood today, huh?” Barty said as he sat on one arm of Regulus’ chair, causing James to laugh until he realized that Barty wasn’t joking.

Suddenly another body showed up and gently sat on the other arm of Regulus’ chair.

Sirius watched as Regulus’ impassive face completely cleared of all contempt and he looked up at you with pure and unadulterated adoration.

It made Sirius sick.

“Bonjour, mon cheri.” He murmured softly, in complete contrast to the harsh, militarized way he had previously been spitting at everyone else.

You smiled gently at the boy as you pulled a notebook out of your book bag and produced a small, pressed flower, handing it to Regulus between your thumb and forefinger.

Regulus looked at it like you had just presented him with a hundred-year-old bottle of fire-whiskey.

“Did you pick this for me?” He asked gently, plucking the flower from your fingers with matching delicacy.

You offered him a quiet ‘mhm’ and Sirius noticed a shy smile grace your lips. Regulus’ eyes moved from the flower to your face, and he gazed at you like you had hung the moon.

“Merci, mon amour.” He said reverently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Lily looked at the two of you with a smile one might see on the face of a proud mother, James looked at the two of you like he was seeing a bowtruckle for the first time, and Remus looked oddly taken with the show of affection. Barty was apparently the only other sane one amongst them – oh gods, maybe Sirius really was losing it.

“Where the fuck has this Regulus been the last six years?” Barty muttered incredulously.

Without much effort on your part, you reached over Regulus’ shoulder and shoved Barty off the arm of the chair and onto the floor before sliding to sit directly in Regulus’ lap.

“You...alright, Crouch?” James called tentatively from his place on the other side of the couple.

“Oh, I’m fine. That’s just how she shows her love.” Barty said as he bounced back up, completely unperturbed.

“Is it now?” Sirius asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. Remus swatted Sirius’ leg with his book.

“What?” Sirius squawked.

“Be nice.” He chided.

“I am nice! And why do you care?” Sirius argued, though he never got an answer.

“I think they’re cute.” Lily announced, sending a sly smirk towards Remus.

“See? Lily gets it.” Remus said with a shrug as he went back to his book.

Sirius hated every single one of them.

But if Sirius thought that had been rough, he had no idea what was in store for him today.

Sirius, Remus, Peter, James and... Lily had all been sitting at the Gryffindor table during dinner when Sirius noticed you rushing into the Great Hall looking rather frazzled.

“Whoa, what’s going on with Y/N?” Peter asked, apparently having noticed you at the same time as Sirius.

The conversation stopped abruptly as Remus’ head snapped towards the entrance, seemingly on high alert upon hearing of your arrival.

Sirius watched as you scanned the Hall before your eyes fell on their group. Your face crumpled in misery, and you rushed over. You were usually so polished and poised, any and all emotions locked away behind a well-fitted mask, no wonder you and Regulus got along so well.

Regulus...something must have happened to Regulus. Sirius had a dreadful feeling settle in the pit of his stomach; what could have happened to make you rush up to him looking that alarmed?

Except...you breezed right past him.

“What’s wrong, lovebug?” Remus cooed quietly, causing Sirius to choke on his own spit.

“He was hurt during practice.” You cried quietly, voice no more than a whisper as you moved to step between Remus’ spread legs where he had rotated on the bench to face you. His hands landed on the back of your thighs were his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your tight clad legs.

“Okay. How hurt?” Remus asked just as quietly, ignoring the sputtering happening from James, the chuckling from Lily, and the horrified expression painting Sirius’ face.

“Dislocated shoulder.” You cried miserably, as if you’d just been told Regulus was damned to spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state.

Remus’s mouth looked like it was fighting really hard to smile as his eyes pooled with equal parts fondness, worry (for you or Regulus, Sirius wasn’t sure at this moment), and no shortage of love.

What the fuck was going on right now!?

“What the fuck is going on right now!?” Sirius demanded, his outside voice echoing the one inside of his head.

You startled a little at his exclamation, leaning closer into Remus who increased his embrace around you.

“What’s happening dear padfoot, is it appears your brother has been injured during quidditch practice. Perhaps you ought to go see how he is?” Remus taunted as he continued running soothing hands over your body.

“Yeah, yeah; the sky is blue, and people get hurt in quidditch. Now what is this!?” He screeched gesturing wildly at the two of you.

You looked equal parts embarrassed from the attention and equal parts wanting to tell Sirius off for downplaying what you clearly thought was some great upheaval in Regulus’ life when Lily spoke up.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to notice, Pads.”

His mouth dropped open as he turned to regard his best friend’s girlfriend with a look of pure betrayal.

“Et tu, Lily!?” Sirius cried as James sputtered, “you knew!?”

Remus just smiled as he shoved his nose into your collarbone. You brought up a hand to begin scratching at his scalp, and Sirius was certain the sods leg would be thumping in contentment if he were a dog.

“Let’s go, Sirius.” Remus finally muttered, interrupting an argument that was going nowhere between James, Lily, and Sirius. “You’ve got a brother in the hospital wing.”

You hurried on ahead of them, clearly not interested in the talk the two friends were about to have.

“So, are you fucking my brother too or just fucking him over by screwing his girl?” Sirius finally spat with his arms crossed petulantly over his chest.

Remus groaned and looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for strength to get through this conversation with Sirius Drama Queen Black. “Sirius, can you ask me a question that’s less likely to get me punched in the face?”

“No.” Sirius muttered.

“He’s happy, Sirius. I promise.” Remus pressed. “He...he really deserves all the love he’s getting.”

And Sirius would have been an absolute arse if he’d had anything to say in response to that...

Don’t get him wrong, Sirius was an arse and did have many things to say in response to that, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when they walked into the hospital wing to see you sitting on the end of Regulus’ hospital bed.

Regulus, save the sling holding his arm to his chest and the fact that he was sitting in a hospital bed, looked as casual as Sirius ever remembered seeing him, smiling at you with...

Love.

A lot of love.

“I’m fine, amour, I promise.” They heard him plead with you as they approached.

“Still have all your limbs, I see.” Remus commented as he walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ hair, causing the youngest Black to blush something fierce as he looked over at Sirius.

“I’m sure she told you I was comatose.” He commented quietly, turning and offering you a wink.

“Don’t tease me...” You moaned, looking very much like you still wanted to fold Regulus up and put him in your pocket for safe keeping.

“Yeah, don’t tease her, love. You’d be sitting in this hospital bed all on your lonesome with no one you dote on you otherwise.” Remus jokingly chided.

“Love.” Sirius groaned with a dramatized gag.

“Oh, grow up, Siri.” Regulus barked.

Sirius’ head snapped over to his brother at the sound of his childhood nickname. Regulus’ cheeks were still dusted pink, whether it be at the unplanned outing of his relationship, being hurt, or the gravity of this moment.

Regulus hadn’t called him that since they were children...like, real children before the trauma, the alienation, the disinheritance, the running away...

Perhaps because Regulus had spent all of that time living in unmeasurable pain. Just like Sirius had.

And maybe, now...Regulus had people who made him feel brave enough to be vulnerable like this, to reconnect in ways he long thought impossible.

Fuck Moony and his good naturedness; Sirius hated that Remus was right about this.

“Oh, fucking Godric.” Sirius muttered petulantly as he pulled Regulus into a bone crushing hug.

Literally.

“Sirius!” Regulus groaned before Sirius was ripped away from his brother. Sirius expected Remus to be the one throwing him to the floor for inadvertently hurting Regulus’ injury...but it was you.

“You idiot.” You hissed as new tears formed in your eyes, immediately moving to grab the ice pack from the bedside table and gently placing it on Regulus’ shoulder.

Remus and Regulus looked at you with so much adoration, Sirius was certain hearts were going to start pouring out of their eyes and floating around their heads.

“I’m fine, thanks!” He called out as he hauled himself up off the floor.

“Oh good.” You said sarcastically.

“I don’t like this.” Sirius grumbled, causing all three faces to turn to him.

“Pads...”

“Sirius, please.” Regulus implored.

“What if you break his heart?” He asked no one in particular. “What if you hurt my baby brother? Who am I supposed to support then? Or you; what am I supposed to do if you hurt my best friend? And what if you tossers hurt Y/N!”

The three of you shared a look before his brother turned to him. “Sirius, if we breakup, I give you permission to side with Remus.”

“And if we break up, I promise you can side with Y/N.” Remus added.

“Nope.” You said quickly, “that’s fine, I don’t need to be included in this.”

Sirius groaned out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank gods. Okay, okay. I guess I'll allow it then....”

“THE THREE OF YOU ARE WHAT!?” Barty screeched as he stood at the door of the infirmary, still in his quidditch kit.

“Do we actually have to have this conversation again?” You groaned quietly.

Remus shot Regulus and extremely guilty look as he slowly stood.

“Remus.” Regulus warned.

Remus grimaced and slowly made his way over to you.

“Remus John Lupin, I swear to Salazar...”

“Regulus, I love you; I do. But...he’s you’re friend an- NOW DOVE” He shouted, and the two of you took off in a sprint out of the infirmary.

“Quite the catch you’ve got yourself there Regs.” Sirius taunted.

“Sod off.” Regulus muttered as Barty made his way over to his bedside.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Sirius jeered as he, too, took off out of the infirmary, leaving Regulus Black to deal with the likes of Barty Crouch Junior on his own.

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