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hdypynitgof · 2 years

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Sirius: your face is so sour I almost grabbed it to make some lemonade.

Regulus, instantly developing an eye twitch:...

James, grinning: turn that frown upside down!

Regulus:...

Regulus: I'm divorcing you.

James: but we're not married!

Regulus, heading for the door: and we never fucking will be.

James, pouting at Sirius: he didn't divorce you...

Sirius: pretty sure you're looking for "disown" here.

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ellecdc · 10 days

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how do you think the boys would react to reader telling them that she’s like NEEDY needy (iykyk)

would they do it, or just like get shy and walk off? or? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

mature content ahead: view discretion is advised

So, are they in a relationship yet? I'm going to go with they're in a relationship for this but if you meant they weren't you can feel free to re-ask

James:

chokes on his spit and nearly trips as he turns to look at you in shock (not unpleasant shock, mind you)

"You're what?"

He'd coo in sympathy after you had to embarrassingly repeat yourself in a whisper, rubbing your thighs together desperate for friction

"awe sweets. Okay, come on." and he's leading you by the hand - he's almost more eager than you are as he rushes down the hall

ends up on his knees with his face under your skirt in the closest bathroom - you'd be taken care of for sure 😩

Sirius:

biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen in your life and you almost regret saying anything

I think he'd tease you a little bit: "Awe, poor dolly's feeling needy, hm?" He'd coo in faux sympathy, the bastard

He'd make you tell him exactly what you're looking for. "What do you want, dolly?" 'touch me' "Like this?" and all he'd do is push your hair behind your ear

two can play at that game: 'Fine, I'll go ask someone else.'

He'd let out a horrified squawk and throw you over his shoulder. "Now now, let's not get hasty. I don't want anyone thinking I don't take care of my girl"

bent you over in the nearest broom closet and you both leave flushed and satisfied

Remus:

would smirk at you but continues reading through the first draft of his essay "really dove? now?"

he'd chuckle listening to you pout and get all breathy as you try to sit still "We've got homework, baby girl."

You'd get petulant and lean back in your seat with a huff, crossing your arms.

without even looking, he'd grab the leg of your chair and pull it over towards him - he'd keep his head low and continue making adjustments on his paper as he slips his free hand under your skirt and moves your panties aside.

"Awe, poor dovey - you really were needy weren't you" he'd lightly tease, murmuring softly so only you could hear.

your breath would hitch as he slipped inside of you, earning you a gentle shush as he threatens to stop moving his fingers.

"I'll take care of you but you have to be quiet; only I get to know how pretty you sound, yeah?"

gets you off with just his fingers in the library - makes up for it again later once he's done his essay

Regulus:

he's mean, I'm sorry

he'd make you wait all day

he'd go to class, to every meal, to quidditch practice barely sparing you a glance leaving you all the more desperate

it was painful for him too, mind you. Thinking about you being needy made him needy, and he spent all day dreaming of taking you over and over and over again

but he's a bit of a sadomasochist lol

he'd finally be all wound up after quidditch practice and would pull you roughly into his room and, like he'd been imagining all day, take you over and over and over again

to the point of over stimulation

"Come on amour, you can give me one more, yeah? Wasn't this what you wanted? Weren't you so needy?"

he got three more for his dirty talk alone

Barty:

no questions asked

'Barty?' "Yes Treasure?" 'I...I want, erm....I mean I...I feel kind of needy'

slams book shut and throws it over his shoulder where it lands in the fountain with a splash

"Where are you two going?" his friends ask bemusedly

"I'm going to treat my girl like a slut the way she deserves, Black; if you're not going to help, mind your fucking business"

you spend the rest of the day in his bed, fucking, smoking, eating, fucking, smoking, fucking, reading, fucking again

you'd hardly ever need to worry about feeling needy with him - whenever, wherever, however - consider it done.

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bellaxisworld · 22 days

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april 5 @jegulus-microfic prompt: slap. 874 words.

fyi - james is "pushy" in this fic with regulus' boundaries but it is not an issue. if regulus had an actual problem with it, he would tell james. don't take it too seriously <3

cw: swearing.

Barty is playing cards with some random Ravenclaw in the common room when Regulus walks up to him, glancing around skeptically and sulking. He’s always rather tense, Regulus—but he looks like a spiky porcupine as he joins their table, ready to hex anyone who looks at him wrong.

Regulus stops by Barty’s arm and mutters to him, “I made a mistake.”

Barty raises an eyebrow at him. “You made a mistake?”

His lips thin out. “I made a mistake.”

Barty heaves a sigh, nodding. “Where’s the body?”

“No! Merlin, no—I mean. Not yet, but there might be soon.” Regulus folds his arms over his chest, taking another peek around the room. He’s looking for something—or someone.

“Reggie, you are acting more dramatic than Sirius, right now—”

His head snaps up, eyes dancing dangerously with silver flames. “You cunt, I am not—”

“Point proven, Reg. I think the dramatic gene is in your bloodstream.”

Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes. “Anyway. We might be murdering James.”

“Potter?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he hisses. He reminds Barty of an agitated cat, hissing and clawing and angry.

“Right, so we’re murdering the boy you’ve been in love with for a fucking century? Now we’re murdering him, after you managed to bag his ass?”

“Best friends are supposed to support their friends’ murderous intentions, Bartemius.”

“I'm very supportive of your murderous intentions, I just have questions. What did the poor guy even do?” Barty even feels a little bad for James. Potter is just as smitten with Regulus as Regulus is with him, which means he is very far gone for him. So in love it almost makes Barty sick, to look at them. It's a beautiful and gross thing. He can’t imagine James would do anything to massively upset Regulus, he’s too pure of heart.

Regulus grumbles something under his breath.

Barty leans forward. “Hm? What was that?”

“He slapped my ass,” Regulus says louder, and Barty cackles.

Regulus smacks his shoulder as he doubles over in delight. “You don’t get it, Barty, he’s slapping my ass everywhere. All the time. He did it once and saw me—saw me, um, get flustered, I guess—shut the fuck up—and now he’s inescapable.” He leans forward to set his forehead on the table, hiding his red cheeks.

Barty giggles beside him. “So—Reg, I’m sorry, please, oh Merlin—you made a mistake?”

He nods, miserably. “I told him to stop. He took it as a challenge. A personal challenge to find me everywhere and publically slap my ass.”

“I don’t blame him. You have a perfectly slappable ass, Reggie—”

“I’m never coming to you with my problems again.”

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry, let’s go plan his fucking murder or something—oh, oh—” Barty laughs, startled, and Regulus looks up.

“Fuck,” he says, standing up straight and booking it, running around the sofa to keep as much distance as possible between him and the entrance to the common room.

James Potter walks in, bright smile lighting up the room.

Regulus blushes from the mere sight of him, weak in the knees but still tensing up and preparing himself to run.

James struts over to the couch, perfectly calm. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says to Regulus, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness.

Regulus glares, steel eyes shooting daggers at his boyfriend. “How did you find me? I’m hiding from you.”

James smirks. “You sure know how to flatter a guy, Reg. But, you know, I have my sources.” He shrugs, nonchalant. Barty thinks that seems suspicious, but he ignores it in favor of planning an escape for Regulus. He can tell both he and James are gearing up for a little fight, a chase. He would even bet they both like the thrill of it, this game they’re playing.

“Come on, baby, why are you avoiding me?” James asks, leaning over the back of the sofa, eyes soft but glittering in amusement as he looks at Regulus.

“You know perfectly well why I’m avoiding you,” Regulus whispers venomously.

James shrugs. “Are you still going to run?”

“Are you going to slap my ass?”

James chuckles. “You have a truly marvelous ass, Regulus—”

“Potter—”

Barty is about to hex James so Regulus can escape when James jumps over the couch and reaches for Regulus. He yelps, attempting to dart away—too slow.

James catches him by the wrist and whips him around, pulling him close with one hand on his waist, slapping his ass with a resounding smack! Regulus goes red, cheeks pretty and pink as he glares up at James. “You are objectifying me, Potter.”

James kissed him hard, practically manhandling him with one hand on his waist and one on his ass.

“I think you like me objectifying you, baby,” James whispers against Regulus’ lips. He melts against James’ chest, an indecent sound ripping from his throat, tugging him forward for more demanding kisses.

They become rather—obscene, at this point, Barty observes. He chuckles and throws a pillow at them.

“Get a room, you sluts!”

Regulus nods fervently. “Room, a room, James, yes, let’s—yeah.” He drags James out of the common room and towards the dungeons, and James’ hand doesn't leave his ass the whole way there.

#they r just playing so many games #its foreplay #jegulus #jegulus microfic #marauders #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #regulus x james #marauders era #the marauders #fanfic #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #bella writes #bellaxis microfic

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beautifulbrainrot · 7 months

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my teeth twitch at the thought of just biting regulus. like i'm obsessed with him but it's so much worse when i picture just sinking my teeth into his neck and watching him squirm. and then like pretending i'm sorry (i'm not) while i sooth it w my tongue. OH MY GOD AND DEGRADING HIM??? i want to just bite a chunk outta him.

he's just so?? chewable????

like imagine just. pushing him into a desk chair and forcing his pants down to his ankles and just fucking going to TOWN on his thighs until he begs u to touch him where he needs it because " 'm sorry.. didn't know s..she was flirting." n his voice is all quiet and breathy cause he knows he should've ignored her the second she batted her eyelashes.

you're silently pissed at him during potions because he was entertaining a girl that was VERY obviously flirting with him. like arm brushes and everything.

the second class ends, he's by your side but you're very passive aggressively packing your things. he's silently following you and yelps when you practically throw him in the first unused classroom you see.

he KNOWS your pissed, (which is exactly what he wanted bcuz he loves being punished by you even if he won't admit it.) he's staring at you intently and sits down immediately when you gesture him to. he's shocked when he suddenly feels his tie slip from around his neck to around his dainty wrists. he holds back a whimper at the way you kneel down and shove down his pants, he's already hard, he already was the moment that you threw him into the classroom his tip leaking and creating a dark patch in the material.

he twitches at the way you scoff condescendingly at him, "such a needy slut, already making mess even though i haven't even touched you? pathetic." "not a slut." he whines. "really?" you mock, making your point by grazing the tip and watching as he arches his back off the chair. you tut at him, shaking your head. "why don't i remind you who really gets to see you like this?" you dig your nail into a faded bruise, relishing in the way his breath hitched.

he lets out the softest, sweetest whimpers as you kiss his thighs, sucking on the soft flesh. he stifles a yelp when you bite into it, hard.

he's looking down at you with tears in his eyes, so sensitive from waiting for you and your teeth just hurt so much.. "aww i'm sorry baby, was that too hard?" you coo at him. he knows your mocking him but he can't help but nod and moan, smiling hazily as you kiss and lick at the mark gently.

ughhhhh

-💫

the way i gasped, giggled and started kicking my feet when i saw this ask.

FUCK REGULUS (indeed fuck regulus)

god i want to bite him

are you me? are we the same person?

ugh the way his back would arch at the slightest fucking bit of stimulation too his poor aching cock. god damn.

what a beautiful boy 😊 (i want to eat him alive)

what who said that???! haha..

claiming him, leaving bruises and hickeys, and bites, yesyesyes!

show him who he belongs to <3

#regulus black x reader #regulus black #sub!regulus black #sub regulus black #marauders era fanfiction #💫 anon #💫

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 10 months

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f i r s t | k i s s

f i r s t | k i s s

Regulus gets teased for never having his first kiss, so his best friend helps him out , and breaks a few school rules along the way

warning and such: sort of angst, pretty fluffy, ass!hole!bartycrouchjr, not proofread idk

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"Bloody hell, Regulus! Tell me you're joking!" Barty looked at Regulus before doubling over with laughter, his cup of fire whiskey spilling all over the floor.

A decent number of people in the common room stopped at looked at the group of boys sitting around the fire before returning to the party. I could see from the other size of the room, the clenching of Regulus' jaw, his eyes scanning the room quietly, pausing on me for a moment before dropping his head and continuing to peeling the label off his bottle of mead.

Whatever was said was clearly intended as a joke, but the situation seemed to escalate. Barty quickly stopped laughing and tried to buddy up to the boy sitting next to him. A few younger girls even started flocking around, trying to get much too close for comfort to the boy. It didn't work, rather it seemed to make the situation much worse. Regulus set his bottle down and trudged up the stairs towards the boys dormitory, throwing a middle finger up behind his head at Barty who was begging him to stay and "lighten up" Even Evan was giving Barty shit for what just happened.

I couldn't help but watch the situation, feeling sorry for Regulus and butter at Barty, even though I have no idea what I just witnessed. I excused myself from conversation and made my way towards the staircase, only to be stopped by Evan.

"Leave him be, trust me."

"What the fuck was that all about?"

Evan opened his mouth and closed it again, looking around the room before grabbing my hand and leading me to the quietest corner.

"We we're just trying to have some fun, honest. But you know Barty...always takes shit a little too far."

"Evan?!"

"Regulus has never had his first kiss."

"What?!"

"Barty wanted him to 'take his pick' of the girls," he gestured to the girls who were now throwing themselves all over the remaining boys "but you know Reg..."

"That's disgusting!" My eyes met Barry's and his smile dropped once again. He knew he messed up, alcohol induced or not.

"Look, please don't tell him I told you...I'm sure he's-"

There was a loud, tell tale *crack* of apparition from upstairs before Evan and I looked at each other.

"Gone." we said in unison.

The next few days were tense, Barty tried to apologize to Regulus when he returned but was met with silence. The tension could be felt when they walked into the room, and poor Evan was caught in the middle of it.

"If you ask me, he's just being a twit about it! Just kiss someone and get it over with, eh?" Barty joked, throwing an arm over my shoulders at Lunch later that week.

"You're a pig, Crouch!" I threw his arm off of me, shuttering at the feeling.

"Oh come on, babe! Not you too! Don't be a prude, give us a kiss, yeah?!"

I tried to shove him off, but he had the upper hand. Before I knew it, he squealed like an actual pig, voice gone and hands shrinking drastically. I looked over at Sirius and Remus, who waved, wands still in hand.

"Thank you," I mouthed before getting up and going to join them.

"You okay?" Remus asked, handing me a piece of chocolate.

"All thanks to my knights in shinning armor!"

"What was that all about anyway?"

"Umm,"

We watched at the Slytherin table, McGonagall was coming over to undo the spells. A few students had told her what happened, and she promptly ushered him out of the great hall, dragging him by his ear. They passed Regulus in the doorway, who looked just as confused as everyone else. His eyes scanned the room again, giving a sheepish nod in my direction, though I think it was intended for his brother. He collected Evan and they walked out.

"Don't worry about it. Listen, can you guys help me with something?"

...

I felt confident with the spell after only a few days. Remus and Sirius had already had one in place, and we agreed on the 'don't ask, don't tell' mantra. Now, all that was left to do was put the plan into play.

"Hey, Pandora,"

"Oh, hello y/n. Would you like to sit and have dinner with us? I'm sorry to hear about Barty, what an awful young man!"

"Hopefully we got that taken care of! I actually have something I have to go take care of, but I was wondering if you could pass along a note for me?"

"Of course, love! Who should I give this too?"

"Regulus...please."

"Will he know what to do with it?"

"Yes. Thank you, Pandora!"

"Anytime!"

Merlin, I love her!

I made my way towards the Astronomy tower and waited. Impressively, I wasn't nervous or anxious. I figured this could only go one way, but even if it ended badly, it wouldn't actually be bad. My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps on the stairs behind me.

"You know, there are much closer places to talk!"

"Ahh, but this is half the fun, isn't it Reggie!"

"What...what fun?"

"Where's your favorite place in the whole world?" He shrugged. "Come on, it's not a trick question"

"New York City- Central Park but only when it's-"

I held out my hand, wand in the other and smiled at him.

"You're taking the piss out of me, aren't you?"

"We'll be gone 5 minutes."

"You've gone mental!"

"Don't you trust me?"

He groaned, taking my hand and holding his breath. In the blink of an eye we landed, dead center of Central Park. The street lights were just coming on, and there were hardly any people around.

"What are you playing at? We can't apparate and disapparate at school, how did you even-"

I grabbed his hand, working my fingers in between his. He looked around cautiously. PDA was still something he highly detested, and affection still made him nervous.

"Reggie, I know what Barty said to you, during the last Slytherin party..."

"Oh, for fucks sake! I don't want to talk about it!"

He tried to leave, but I pulled him back. I pulled my wand out and pointed it at the light we stood under. It flickered before a small cloud formed and it because to rain.

"What are you playing at?"

"I wanted to give you the option. Of course you can say no, but if you..wanted..your..first..kiss.. to be with someone who loves you- unconditionally..."

I could see a beautiful color wash over his cheeks behind his hair which beginning to flatted in the rain. He shyly put his hands on my waist and looked up at me, somewhere between asking for permission and what to do next.

"You really did all of this? For me?"

"Of course I did!" My hands now resting on either side of his face.

"And this won't change anything between us?"

I smiled and shook my head. I watched Reg take a deep breath, hold tightly to my back and then-

It was soft, and sweet. We pulled away slowly, and he let his lips linger for a moment. First kiss and already a tease?! Bloody hell! I feel sorry for the girl who falls in love with him!

"Sorry," he chuckled. I put a hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep his head down, our foreheads pressed together. "Can I- can we umm"

"Yeah!" I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

The second one was just as sweet, just a little longer and with more meaning behind it.

What are friends for?

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acewitch-writes · 4 months

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Hello! I recently found your account, and I went on scrolling down and down...and now I hope you know how grateful I am. Thank u- Merci. About 90% of the content you share here has made me feel so much better. I realllyy hope wonderful things happen for you. I've been a fan of hp since 2001, but I'm not really a social media person so I haven't been active in the fandom. I had no idea what was happening here until recently..two months ago to be exact (other details are not important) and omg.. I ended up in a discussion with some I think, new fans. tbh I thought, "Great! I'm good at this, I read all the books more than once Let's talk :)" and omg their very first question was "What do you think about Regulus?"

I was like, "Who?" *dying from secondhand embarrassment bc It turns out I'm not that good at this

but as the discussion continued, I became more and more baffled bc "Why was everyone talking about Barty, Evan, and Regulus? who is daddy Remu? and what do you mean people ship James Potter with R.A.B.? What?"

I swear for a moment I thought "Did the writer publish a new book? Did I miss something? " tbh, I respect everyone's opinion it's none of my business but I'm still shocked. The only thing that bothers me is everything that happened with this new Wolfsar

omg, for most fans around my age (or at least people I know), Sirius was the complete portrayal of a bad boy- a rebel, with boots, tattoos, a leather jacket, and a fucking motorcycle. so this new Sirius is like a stranger to me, and that's okay. Mein issue is kinda with this new Remus T T my beloved .

They (the fans I was talking with) told me Remus is "tall, so handsome, SO strong, and hot-headed person because, yk he's a werewolf." I was like "hot headed? excuse me?" I tried to explain to them that Remus being a werewolf is a metaphor for illnesses like HIV, it's not some superpowery gift. they didn't believe me, but then they literally looked me in the face and said, "Then why would Sirius like someone like him? He's poor, short, and ugly." I swear I wanted to cry right then and there.

What is this mindset that makes some people think that a person should be, Idk, hot and flawless to deserve to be loved? Yes I don't think Remus is tall and super hot and perfect and isn't it fine? and I am 100% sure he's so beautiful. not like Sirius ofc but he has this "warm, cozy, and soft" sort of beauty. and I don't think he was a coward (ok maybe he was a liitle) but I guess it's easier for us, humans, to take the worst or weakest moment of a character and amplify it until it defines them entirely. and omg I'm so sorry for my rant and my bad english. but once again thank you for your beautiful soul <3 thank you

Hi anon! I, too, am baffled by the recent obsession with Regulus in this fandom. I think Jegulus is fine as a crack ship, but it has become so mainstream that many fans have just gone ahead and canonized it to the point that you'll be vilified for not accepting it as canon. I underestimated how popular the "best friend's brother" trope was, apparently. I also think it appeals to many fans as a Marauders Era version of one of the most popular ships of all time, Drarry.

This new version of Wolfstar is my biggest complaint with today's fandom, too! I get that the Marauders have very limited canon information and therefore we have more creative freedom to flesh them out, but I really believe that it has gone way too far. Sirius and Remus in today's fandom don't bear any resemblance to the characters they're based on. Remus is just a generic alpha werewolf OC and Sirius is his generic himbo femboy love interest OC. They don't even share a physical description with their Canon counterparts, and their personalities and character traits are so far removed that I can't even fathom how we reached this point as a fandom. How can you claim to like these characters if you have to change everything the source material says about them?

You're English is great, by the way! I completely agree that Remus has a cozy-and-warm sort of beauty. He made a point to distance himself from the stigma surrounding Lycanthropy because it was the focal point of his shame and self-loathing. And I just adore Wolfstar's dynamic from this lens, with the intimidatingly beautiful, confident, headstrong Sirius Black, who could have his pick of anyone he wants, choosing this ordinary guy because he's cozy and soft and it's exactly what Sirius wants after surviving the harsh ideals and abuse of House Black.

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hum-suffer · 7 months

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The brothers Black

It's late. He should go to sleep. He has Harry to look after now, he should set a better example.

The said teen is sitting on the floor beside him, and for a moment Sirius is caught in the nostalgia of just how much Harry reminds him of himself.

It's a bad thing, really. He wasn't the best guy around. Hell, Sirius thinks he was probably a menace to even think about. Harry, Harry is better. Sirius remembers picking up the newborn Harry Potter in his hands and hugging him. Sirius remembers closing his eyes and apologising to the ghost of a dead Regulus because Sirius had never hugged his baby brother as much as he deserved.

Sirius puts off his cigarette and runs a hand down his face. Fuck.

Reggie.

Beside him, Harry looks at him with worried eyes. "We don't have to continue, Sirius," he says, perceptive boy. "I can leave—"

"Not necessary, kid," he says, pulling out the last of photos from the shoe box. Harry shuffles closer, almost cuddling him. Sirius quietly points out the people he never got to see grow older. Marlene, her puns and her affinity for everything yellow. Pandora, her heart and her necessity to constantly have chocolates on her person. Dorcas, her loud army boots and bright sundresses.

The last photo in his hand doesn't belong in the shoebox.

It's Reggie and him, Sirius has his brother in his arms and his lips pressed to Reggie's head, eyes closed tight. But it's Sirius, he knows this moment.

Three weeks before Sirius started Hogwarts, Reggie was sure that Hogwarts would steal his brother from him.

(Didn't it?)

Poor boy had been promising to be the best brother in the world, begging Sirius to keep loving him.

Sirius doesn't know when tears blurred his eyes but the ache in his chest comes back full force at his brother's innocent face, still red because of crying and eyes scrunched up close behind Sirius' hand. Sirius was supposed to protect him. Keep his eyes closed, never show him the blood and death that was carved into their fate.

"Regulus." Harry breathes beside Sirius and even the boy sounds pained. He leans further into Sirius and Sirius. Sirius is a greedy man. He takes the opportunity with desperation and puts his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulls him in.

(Everyone he touches will turn out dead. But Harry can't be dead, no, that's his boy, that's his child, he can't, no, not his boy—)

As they've done with every other picture, Sirius turned the photo behind to read who clicked it and when, even if he remembers the dates like they're tattooed on his spine.

But the back of the photo isn't only that. It reads,

Dearest Siri,

I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. For the first time in my life, words fail me. I've failed everything you've ever tried to teach me— all in for a blind wish that was always impossible.

I've heard your silence, I've heard your screams and it seems that it's all I can remember. I am your shadow, no matter how much mother and father try to force the fact to be false. I want your presence, brother. I do not know how to exist without you. It is the only demand I can still make from fate— for even fate will have to pry you from my dead hands.

You are my brother. You are an ache in my chest and nowadays, I only ever breathe to feel this ache. The letters you've written to me are in my room, you will know where. The letters I've never sent you will be there. Burn them, Siri. I am going down a path of betrayal— towards you, towards our name, towards James, towards the Dark Lord as well. Of all the betrayals I've committed, my biggest regret will be not seeing you before I walk towards death.

Remember me, Siri. Let me stay alive with you. Let me take a part of you as I die.

Yours,

RA Reggie.

Clicked by Andromeda, 18/8/71

Panic burns through Sirius and he's heaving— choking on his tears and sobs and gasps.

His brother. His baby brother. He clutches the photo tighter and cradles it to his heart and wails. Regulus.

The ache in his chest blooms anew and Sirius wants to claw at his chest and find that piece of Regulus that's always lived beside Sirius' heart. Brother. My brother. My only brother. My little brother.

Regulus. Regulus. Reggie. Reggie. Reggie. Baby. Reg. Ree. Reg. Reggie.

Sirius slams his fist on the floor and he welcomes the pain that comes with it, his sobs almost cover the thuds his fist is making and he doesn't want to live. His brother. An open wound in his chest, his brother. Sirius wants to burn himself alive, like Reggie wanted to burn those letters.

"My brother." He wails, not sure if anyone will understand what he's saying but he doesn't expect them to, no one will ever understand just what his brother is, was.

There's a hand on his shoulder and Sirius heaves again. He has failed everyone he cared for, and he failed his blood the most. His boy, his brave Reggie.

Harry doesn't speak but keeps his hold on Sirius' elbow and Sirius wishes he would choke him or plunge his hand in Sirius' chest and drag his heart out— Reggie died with a wish to see Sirius, his poor brother, his baby, his Reggie— he doesn't want to live knowing how Reggie suffered and sobbed.

Because even if his brother is dead, Sirius is alive and thus, so is Reggie. Sirius can feel the sobs that must have wrecked Reggie, he can hear all the whimpers Reggie had to subside because he couldn't wake Mother and he can feel all the bile in his throat that his brother must have thrown up during one of his panic episodes.

And now, Harry rises up on his knees and holds Sirius— as Sirius was holding Reggie in that photo. As Harry's hand covers his eyes, Sirius feels the darkness that must have been the last thing Reggie saw.

#the black brothers #the brothers black #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #sirius and regulus #sirius and james #james and regulus #james x regulus #harry potter #harry potter ootp #good godfather sirius black #Regulus black angst #desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #i cried

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sofoulandfairaday · 2 years

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I'm so sorry but sometimes I feel like the Harry Potter fandom tries too hard to make certain characters look too cool. Case in point: the Slytherins. As a Slytherin myself I'm biased to say it's the coolest house, yes, BUT

Draco Malfoy was a simpering little coward, he was NOT a cool, cigarette-smoking Little Lord with a muggle shirt on (that's all Tom Felton)

Theodore Nott is described as "weedy", "stringy," and "rabbity" and yet somehow he always looks like a god in fanfictions. He wasn't even that close with Draco, there's no indication they were friends.

Regulus Black was NOT a poor misunderstood little soul, he was the less attractive brother, less charismatic, he was a blood-supremacist, and he was a Voldemort fanboy all throughout Hogwarts (he had a room full of newspaper clippings of him and all the DE attacks!). And yes, he did redeem himself, but much like Snape he probably wasn't that good of a person.

Pansy Parkinson is described as ugly, and stupid, and she's also quite nasty and a stereotypical mean girl.

This is not to say that these characters shouldn't be explored in the fandom, but I would love to see more realistic depictions of their flaws and shortcomings because they feel more like real people in the very limited lines they have in the books than in all of the fan meta/etc. written about them.

I would love to explore them more but I hate when they are just name-holders for people's Mary Sues and OCs.

Give me resentful, mean, small, bitter Theodore Nott who's highly individualistic and resentful of Draco Malfoy because he's not that much better of a wizard and only gets on in Slytherin house because of his surname. Give me neo-Death Eater Theo Nott in book 7 who rejoices like the others at the Malfoys' humiliation.

Jegulus has somehow become a trend??? All right, even as a crack!ship it has so much potential for drama. Give me a good reason why James Potter is attracted to Sirius' hateful, resentful little shit of a brother and the drama that comes from that because Sirius would never forgive him if he ever found out. And give me a bitter and angry Regulus that only gets close to James to get back at his brother/to get info on Voldemort's behalf/for whatever reason and then James grows on him? He can't decide if he likes him or hates him.

And by the way, let's quit it with the abusive relatives in Slytherin. I'm pretty sure Walburga was but not because she cursed her children. Emotional manipulation while being perfectly convinced you're in the right is a trap into which even good parents fall, in the real world. Draco Malfoy's parents were anything but abusive, I don't even think they were cold towards their son. Yes, they were racist jerks, but they truly loved their child, Lucius too.

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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Misfit Family

listen, i am aware that this is very unrealistic but tbf i don't really care, this is just a cute lil idea i came up with in the car, looking at my dog (who has some weird vendetta against me)

"Oh, she's so cute!" James exclaims, petting the golden retriever puppy they just placed in his arms.

"Oh, isn't she just!" the lady says. "We just got her in last week!" James frowns at that, glancing over at the scared-looking, older dog lying in the corner.

"What about that one?" James asks, looking after the dog sadly.

"Oh, Rufus? You don't want him, he's been here for years," she scoffs. James frowns again.

"Poor baby," he comments, standing up to walk towards the scared looking dog. He appears to be some kind of mutt, broken black and brown patterns covering his fair, with a long, wrinkly face, and floppy ears. Just then Regulus walks into the shelter.

"There you are, James, I've been looking everywhere," he sighs. He then seems to register where he is. "No, James, no."

"But-"

"We are not getting a dog," he says rather firmly. James turns around, eyes wide and sad and he can see Regulus crack slightly.

"James-" he tries again. James cuts him off.

"But look at him!" he whines, going to pet Rufus. "She says he's been here for years, nobody wants him. He needs a good home, Reggie," James says. The lady scoffs again, picking up the puppy from earlier and going to serve another customer. "She told me not to bother with him," he continues in a sad voice. Regulus looks down at Rufus and immediately caves.

"Oh, you poor thing," he says, stroking his fur softly, so as not to upset him, and wincing at every sore he finds on the dog. Rufus seems to be comfortable with Regulus instantly, where he still seemed a bit scared of James. Many people would be offended by that, but to James, it bring him a sense of calm. A nice thought that these two hurt creatures, trust each other intrinsically.

"Who did this to you?" Regulus asks, tears welling in his eyes. James sees the anger grow in his eyes and he stands up immediately to go yell at the lady for her poor treatment of Rufus and ask for, nay demand, adoption papers. James smiles and focuses all his attention on the scared dog next to him. After a few minutes, he seems to adjust to James' presence, chancing to scoot a little closer. James feels honored to have gained his trust.

"There ya go, sweetie, it's alright," he whispers. Rufus whimpers but lays his head on James' lap. He beams and gently strokes his thick fur. Regulus walks back over, a stack of papers in hand, leaving a rather furious and embarrassed-looking shelter worker at the counter. Regulus is smiling.

"You ready to come home, baby?" Regulus asks petting the dog lightly, who leans into his touch. James is absolutely scandalized.

"Did you just call him baby?" he asks in a whine. Regulus winces.

"I can explain-"

"How could you!" James gasps, scurrying back from Regulus. Regulus holds in a chuckle and James twists his face in offense.

"I'm sorry, baby, it'll never happen again. You're my only baby, I promise," Regulus assures, reaching forward to caress James' cheek. His body betrays him, leaning into Regulus' hand and sighing. He quickly pulls back pouting.

"It better not," James huffs. Regulus laughs, holding out a hand for James to stand up. He reluctantly takes it, walking to the front to buy some essentials before they take the dog home. Regulus trails after him.

"I think he needs a new name," Regulus says quietly. "Rufus is associated with his old life, his bad life. I don't want him to have to deal with that." James knows this has more to do with Regulus' own issues, coming from an abusive home as a trans man, but he agrees immediately nonetheless.

"How about Froggie?" James asks, giggling and Regulus laughs too.

"Alright little Froggie, let's get you home," he smiles, clipping the collar and leash onto their new pet. James' eyes full up with tears as they leave the shelter and Regulus turns to him, face full of concern.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks. James mentally giggles again at the name.

"Nothing it's just. We have our own little family now," James chokes out, letting the tears flow. Regulus understands immediately, running a hand up and down James' arm.

"Yeah, yeah we do," he smiles. By the time they get home, they both have a few tears staining their cheeks. There they all are, their little family of misfits, who somehow fit perfectly together.

side note, thank you @calamitoustide for doing the right thing and encouraging me to name the dog frog (i changed it to froggie but)

#idc that james is a cat person #this is cute #james potter #regulus black #trans regulus black #microfic #jegulus microfic #marauders microfic #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #james loves regulus #regulus loves james

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allamericanb-tch · 10 days

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crimson rivers thoughts (11)

@tastetherainbow290 this was genuinely terrifying

chapter 24

regulus telling james about his tantrum throwing away all the supplies he really is just like me

“what? Sorry, what? I mean—what?” 😭

“in the interest of conserving water, we could have a long, hot shower together” james you desperate lovesick fool

“if there's anyone I'm sleeping with when I get back, it's absolutely Sirius” i love their friendship

jegulus is jegulusing

"You know that other life? The one where we could have been happy together? Where we're not a great, big tragedy?” agghhh why is that so sad

regulus i love you

why am i gonna cry right now

regulus describing the life him and james will never get to have together

“Just holding on because we can, because there's some other life out there where we can't, where we don't, where we're a great, big tragedy—and we're so thankful it's not that one” TEARS

“Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” don’t worry james you will be ❤️‍🩹

is regulus dreaming rn

this is a sad nightmare

poor regulus omg. he feels so guilty for evan’s death and i feel so bad it’s not your fault reggie

they’re holding hands but in a sad way

oh no a scream

what has happened

oh! more spiders!

what is james doing 😭

“It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James.” james now is not the time for jokes. even though you are HILARIOUS

PETER NO

another betrayal are we surprised (yes)

pete 💔

bernice pulling the baby card you are not peeta don’t even

rat 🐀

peter noooo i am sad to see you go

yayyyy reg and james won

WHAT

NO?!?!!

slughorn how could you

“you’re hesitating love”

JAMES NO

i can’t end like this but i have to leave in 10 minutes

chapter 25

reading as much as i can before i have to go

“Maybe James is just in love, and he wants anything he can get from Regulus, even if it's literal death.”

“because i love you” i am going to CRY

remus pov switch

poor sirius ☹️ i know james and regulus both make bc. duh. but i am so sad for them bc THEY don’t know that.

the trojan war 💔

if regulus is troy does that make james gabriella

“ I hate you, he says. I love you, he means. I love you, he feels. I hate you, he knows.”

they’re kissing

regulus handcuffing james

what is he thinking

“you chose me and now im choosing you”

regulus i swear.

“He's drowning in his regrets before he ever hits the water.”

THE RIVER IS BLOOD?!

I HAVE TO LEAVE AHHHHHH

sirius pov switch

james pov switch?!

james don’t lose your arm please

JAMES?! hes so real honestly.

this is so romeo and juliet of them

THEY BOTH WIN!!! i knew it would happen but still the excitement is there

horace pov jump scare

“He wonders if James realized in his endeavor to save himself and Regulus, he would be condemning someone else.” ????????????

dorcas!!!!!!!!

where are they going 😧

*singing* my reputation’s never been worse so

azkaban mention

i’m intrigued by this plot line

grindelwald mention?!

there’s a baby in the car next to me who is SO CUTE (dw there’s other people in the car)

A DIVERGENCE?! should i read that fic too…

#crimson rivers

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avesgraveyard · 6 months

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okokok CHAPTER 9??!?!?!?

i know technically barty should be the one being chastised for meddling, but my heart was aching for him the whole time. when it comes to someone getting between him and evan i’m just as bad as he is, tbh i was ready to reach in the screen and strangle mateo myself

and evan my baby i feel for him, i do. the conversation with reg from a few chapters ago lowkey broke me apart. he doesn’t want to get hurt and he know he’s holding back from trying to be with barty, but he’s not trying anyways and just akdbskbdksnd. it’s doing equal amounts of harm and good rn, at least in his eyes

they’re a mess and i love them. i kinda also want to hit them both over the head. very lovingly of course. just enough violence for them to sort their shit out😭 but all in good time haha

also woah woah woah regulus omg. i know he’s looking out for evan, i know everyone is looking out for evan and YES I LOVE THAT! but damn that was a little harsh

so someone pls give barty a hug, he’s hurting more than he lets on😔 and a hurting barty hurts me

anyways sorry for this extra long message lmaoo i had so many thoughts. love love love how it’s going so far <3

i love barty with my whole entire heart and the world is just out to fucking get him dude. he cant catch a break EVER, but i totally agree w you, poor evan. like he just doesn't want to have to deal with shitty hopeless, unwanted feelings ever again and he's worried that being with barty will put him in danger of that. mans has finally learned some SELF WORTH and we should all be here for it, but also BARTY.

they are such a mess, an REGULUS. i get that i wrote him and shit but WOAH. poor reggie just doesn't really know how to deal with it all and is trying to make sure people don't get hurt (failing miserably but the thought is there), he's like kinda sorta clued in now that evans ed and barty are interlinked so he's firmly team keeping evan happy rn.

bartys going to get a big big hug next chapter dw. and thank u for the lovely message mwah mwah mwah

#averyanswersasks #rosekiller roadtrip au

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thatoneoverlyhornybitch · 2 years

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Sheet Music

Regulus Black x Fem! Muggle! Pianist! Reader

Warnings: none rlly but kinda short, swearing, poor writing

It was a freezing cold morning, snow coming down heavily onto the streets of London. A very rare sight really, beautiful as well, but I didn't have time to appreciate its beauty. Instead I was angry, angry because I couldn't drive to the venue for my piano recital, and was stuck walking all the way in the snow.

It was approximately 4 miles away, and I had to be there in 30 minutes. I was fucked. Beyond fucked really. I tightened my bulky scarf around my neck, my teeth chattering loudly. "I fucking hate the snow..." I grumbled under my breath, my speed walking turning into full on running.

I lowered my sight to the barely visible sidewalk as I ran, not paying much attention to my surroundings. That was a huge mistake, as I incidentally ran into someone. Not one of those cheesy, I ran into their chest moments. No. This individual must have had their head lowered, as our heads collided into eachother with a loud smack.

"Ow ow ow ow, wait, shit, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed immediately, backing away as I held my cheek which was definitely going to bruise. I met the grey eyes of a clearly annoyed man with pretty dark curls falling gently over his face.

He sighed, also holding his face as he stood up. "Watch where you're going." He made to walk away, but I yelled out.

"Wait a moment, do I, know you from somewhere?" I asked, feeling like I'd seen him before. He stopped and looked back at me, a clear face of confusion overtaking the annoyance.

"No? Why would I know someone like you?" He asked in a mocking tone, but he glanced about before saying it. Maybe someone he knew was around. I sighed, and shrugged my shoulders.

"Anyways I'm really sorry sir, I can buy you a coffee if you'd like, to apologize I mean." He stared at me, glanced around again, then nodded. "It will have to be quick but I could use a coffee, it'd warm me up some for sure."

"Oh yeah, same here, I'm in a hurry to my piano recital." He perked up a bit at that, as we began to walk in the direction of a coffee shop.

"You play?"

"Yepyep! Have since I was like, shit, 6? Maybe younger, I don't know, it's as long as I can remember." I scratched my head, cocking my head to the side as I looked at him.

"I've... I've always wanted to play, but my parents aren't the er, 'nicest'. Grades and blood status have always been a big deal to them."

"Blood status? What are you like, nobility or something?" He looked down, but gave a small nod.

"Something like that."

That explained the expensive outfit. "Well thats interesting, but because you now know I play piano, whats something you like to do? We should make conversation while we get coffee, I'd rather it not be too awkward."

He smiled shyly, avoiding eye contact. "I, like reading, and playing chess. Although I really wish I could play piano, I suppose I'll learn one day."

"I mean, I know we're strangers and all, but I'd be willing to teach you. Only if you want." His eyes widened, and a light flush went over his skin.

"W-would you? Are you sure? You don't have to, but I... I'd love that." A wide smile was now on his face, and hes somehow absolutely ethereal when hes happy.

"Of course, also what kind of coffee do you want?" I asked as we had already made our way to the shop.

"Um, the sweetest one available." I quirked a brow, and chuckled internally, kinda cute. We got our coffee and sat down at a table, discussing me teaching him.

"Oh yeah, I might as well skip out on my recital for today. I'd be late if I left now anyways." I murmured sipping from my coffee, he nodded absentmindedly seeming to have spaced out. "Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself, I'm (Y/n) (L/n). Aspiring Pianist." I added the last bit with a chuckle.

His attention was back to me, and he gave a cute smile. "Regulus. Regulus Black."

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I will be writing more parts! I wanted to make this one longer, but I have other drafts I'm working on right now. Hope you liked it<3

#timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothée chalamet #fanfic #fanfiction #regulus black #regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #regulus black x female reader #timothee chalamet

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cherryslyce · 1 year

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The amount of HC's I have within my mind is alot but this one. this one.

MC worried, watching Reg asleep.

Luna: it'll be okay, we'll be okay. c:

MC: oh little moon.. *grabs hand*

Regulus: *suddenly awake* im sorry LITTLE MOON? SHE GETS LITTLE MOON AND I GET CROWFACE? GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING HAND I WANT TO HOLD IT-

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Anders: *spooked he saw Volderzhort* WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT👹

MC: MY GUY'S EX SUGAR DADDY. THE CURRENCY WAS TRAUMA. IT ACTUALLY WASN'T THAT MUCH OF A BENEFIT FOR HIM-

Anders: YOUR GUY IS GONNA STAY DEAD, OH MY GOD WHAT-

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Blaise: you reply to my MOM and not ME?

MC: Milf privilege. 🥵

Blaise: Don't contact me. I take it back. Don't reply. Oblivate your mind.

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Harry: Padfoot misses you.

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Padfoot probably: I want to annoy her SO bad. I just. I'm getting angsty. I feel it in my bones. It's the need for the big dog to humble thy puppy.

Remus, probably reading: no, that's probably arthiritis.

Padfoot: oh yeah. 🤒

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Mannnnnn shit got me emotional. It's weird knowing I've been reading since the beginning. I feel like a proud mother who leaves sticky notes on ur work. Although the end of this beautiful series is bittersweet I'm glad I have your future work to look forward to and praise. Amazing chapter and enjoy the headcannons bubz. 💌💌 -Head of Cannon Anon.

My dear headcanon anon!!

Oh how you crack me up <33!

+ I can absolutely picture Regulus being resurrected by sheer saltiness alone LOL. Yeah, he's definitely not over the whole Crowface fiasco just yet!

++ Voldemort is so spooky istg, but absolutely, death eaters are being paid in copious amounts of traumatic events! Poor Regulus </3

+++ Contessa Zabini deserves all the love and Blaise is 100% bitter that everyone who knows both him and his mother, obsess over her more than him <3

++++ Poor Padfoot misses bullying reader </33, and he's going to be even more upset once he realizes that reader has been vacationing in Norway all this time without him LOL (I miss Sirius omg).

My love, you are truly becoming one of my pillars of motivation these days! It is super crazy to think of how far we've both come, and I appreciate your support and love so much <333! I'm so glad to see that you'll be sticking around for my works after Second Son ends. Can't wait to hear from you again, love <3!!!

#owl <3 #hc anon <3

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floralembarrassment · 2 years

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In the Stacks (1/1) (jegulus)

"Let me hold those for you," James said grabbing the books out of Regulus' hand. "Thanks," he whispered back as his eyes and hand scanned over the shelves of books searching for the next one he needed.

James got a bit closer to Regulus, pressing his body to Regulus' back. He leaned over his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "what do you need all these books for?" James sounded genuinely curious but Regulus wasn't sure why he had to be so close to him. He could feel James' breath on his neck, the heat from his body permeating his jumper, and felt a great swell in his stomach.

He spun around a bit too quick; "what are you doing?" Regulus asked, eyes wide as he realized turning to face James meant he would be nose to nose with the other boy. He was too close. Regulus couldn't control himself when James was this close. "I just wanted to see what you were doing all this extra reading for?" James said sincerely. Regulus sometimes wasn't sure if James was real. How could he be? How could he stand this close to him, to the boy only hours ago he had lain bare for, to the lips that were so kissable and sweet, and not have his heart explode?

Regulus was lost in his thoughts, scanning his body as he became so suddenly aware, noticing his nerves and panic, the clamouring of his heart, the heat in his trousers, the drying of his mouth, all with a heightened sensitivity. He was staring at James, struck dumb in that moment by Potter's big gorgeous dark eyes, the rosiness of his cheeks and the soft red of his lips.

"Uhh Reg? Hey you okay?" James asked. It wasn't his words that brought Regulus back from his trance but the step back that James took to readjust his line of vision to meet Regulus' eyes with more focus.

"Wha- oh, yeah... fine. Umm just one more. Or err you know what that's plenty let's go." Regulus stammered at first but caught his bearings, and decidedly side stepped to move around James. But when he went to move forward James blocked him. "I make you nervous don't I?" He whispered.

Regulus looked around. They were in an empty aisle in one of the farthest stacks. There was no one around as it was one of the first warm and sunny days of spring. He had only come to the library to collect some books to bring outside too... but here he was, again James having placed himself within inches of Regulus. He would never know if it was stupidity or courage but he pushed James back into the book shelf and kissed him. Passionately and hard, unable at first to control it. James nearly dropped the pile of books he had been holding, but somehow managed to hold them and Regulus all at once his big arms.

After several minutes of uninterrupted snogging they came up for air. Regulus huffed out a laughed, "sorry, I don't know what came over me just there." He shook his curls out in a poor attempt to cover up his blushing cheeks. "Oh my what would Evan think?" James teased and proceeded to head toward the front desk, spinning and grabbing Regulus' hand to drag him along behind him so he didn't stay frozen to the spot too long.

#jegulus #starchaser #james x regulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #fanfic #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #lgbtq+#fluff #evan rosier #regulus and evan and barty

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I uh

Regulus opened the door for his guest and offered to take his coat. Ga-men refused. The two touched foreheads.

"Thank you so much for coming, Ga-men. You're the only one I could ask for help, my star-mates think I've gone insane."

Ga-men chuckled.

"Oh, I am no stranger to that. Especially with this…situation you find yourself in."

The two walked together to Regulus' workshop. It was there he felt the safest.

"I couldn't help it. She was injured. No, not just injured…someone had cut pieces of her off that she couldn't regenerate. They hurt her that badly."

"So you took her in. You are a very brave person."

Regulus picked up a small, thin screwdriver.

"More like crazy. I always wished to be like my caregiver, capable of infinite love but they don't have predators! They don't fear what we do!"

Ga-men watched as Regulus paced.

"I completely understand the fear. I…I feel the same about my son. That when they grow up they might…give in to their natural urges. You watch your back lest teeth are sunk into-"

Ga-men was cut off by the doors of the dresser near the entrance of the room bursting open. A one armed child exploded out. Ga-men was reminded of his mother Kuria, the two looked quite similar.

"I wouldn't hurt Regulus! Not ever! Why would you say that?"

Regulus' eyes widened.

"Oh, Piper. You weren't supposed to hear all that, I am so sorry…"

He went to comfort Piper but stopped when she glared at him. Ga-men adjusted his tie and turned to the child.

"I apologize, little one. I was yet to finish."

"You started by saying I'd hurt Regulus! You don't even know me, why would you say that? He…he's nice…I'm not heartless!"

A flicker of sadness passed over Ga-men's face.

"I never said you were. It's simply a biological fact. Your species is made to hunt ours. If you are raised improperly you may hurt him when you grow up."

It was Regulus' turn to be upset.

"You think I'll raise her wrong?"

"I didn't say that either! You need to get over your fear of what she could be! If you raise her being terrified of her the entire time you will raise her wrong and she'll be a danger because she expects to be! Don't make the same mistakes I did, Regulus. Don't…don't be scared. Both of you need to trust each other."

Ga-men hadn't meant to start crying but he had.

"Don't fail her like I failed my son."

Piper suddenly deflated, looking like a scolded dog.

"Sorry for getting mad…"

Ga-men shook his head.

"You had every right to be. I said something cruel."

Ga-men awkwardly pat Piper's head, then took a deep breath. Before he could speak, Regulus kneeled near Piper.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be scared of you. You're a child, a hurt child I have taken into my care. You're not dangerous, and…I truly believe you'll never be. I'll do my best for you, ok?"

Piper nodded.

"I'll do my best not to be scary for you."

"You don't have to. You just focus on being a child. It's a very important and serious job, but I know you can do it."

He gave her a playful grin, and Piper smiled back. He hugged her, then stood back up.

"Thank you. Now you go play with the others, alright? Mr. Coolatta and I have something to discuss."

Piper scrutinized Ga-men.

"Your last name is Coolatta? It doesn't fit you."

"Piper."

"Sorry…"

Piper left the workshop, closing the door behind her. Regulus turned to Ga-men.

"Are you alright? I didn't expect you to cry, is…is everything ok with Benrey?"

Ga-men looked away for a second, then suddenly his posture shifted. He looked Regulus right in the eyes.

"I made him think he was a monster. I was so scared of what he could be, I was always so scared of him and in the end he thought that was all he was. I am a poor excuse for a father."

Regulus wasn't sure how to answer.

"I'm sure that it wasn't all bad…I'm sure that you did good things as well."

Ga-men's face was stone, but Regulus knew this was just to keep his from crying.

"Does it matter?"

"I think it does."

Ga-men now looked angry.

"You think that you can rationalize me making my son think he's a monster?"

Regulus felt himself prickle up.

"No! Matron forbid I try to make you feel better!"

The two Worms stared at each other for a few minutes before their anger abated.

"You're right. Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

"It's the least I can do. You've always been the one training me in the ways of our species, huh?"

Ga-men shrugged.

"I have a soft spot for kids. I like imparting knowledge."

"You really can't be that bad of a father."

"I doubt it. You be better."

"I will."

The two touched foreheads again, then stepped away from each other.

"Thank you for all the advice."

"Thank you for letting me vent. Best of luck to you."

Ga-men chirped something out, moving his arms slightly. Regulus smiled. The older Worm then left, leaving Regulus to think over what he had found out.

I…. Orchid, I… I never thought any idea of mine could inspire something so touching.,,

#everyone was written incredibly/gen #thank you so much holy sparkles #I love this. your writing is incredible #☁️house of dreams tag☁️#🎆 of many somethings and nothings🎆

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