#reggie petters imagine

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REQUESTS & PROPMT LIST

Hey y’all! I am opening requests for imagines! You can use the list of dialoge prompts below, or if you just have an idea! You can check out my Masterlist on my page; it’s the pinned post right when you open my page. It shows what I am comfortable writing for! I do NOT do smut! I know I only have Charlie Gillespie/Luke Patterson stuff right now and that is where my inspiration has been recently, but I want to write for other fandoms as well! These promts are from @creativepromptsforwriting. Request away!! :D 

(PROMPTS UNDER KEEP READING)

“You make me a better person.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Everything alright?” “I just missed you.”

“I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

“That’s so sweet of you.”

“Rough day? Can I make it better?”

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

“You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“I think they bought it. We can leave now.” “No way, this was just 5 minutes and I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Your parents will take one look at me and know it’s fake. I’m just so far out of your league.”

“Are you doubting my acting skills?”

“You know we’re not actually dating, so why did you propose to me in front of my family?” “I’m sorry, I panicked.”

“I know this was all fake but… it felt real to say that I love you.” “And it felt real when I said it back.”

“It’s just going to be for one night and there will be so much food and drinks and it’s all free, you just need to say yes and maybe take my hand a few times that night.”

“There is actually no downside to acting like we would be dating.” “Yes, except the part where people would think I was dating you.”

“If you want this to work out, you eventually have to suck up and hold my hand.”

“Aww, this sounded a lot like you like me.” “I’m just a good actor.”

“What?! No one said anything about consummating the marriage!”

“You’re actually a really good kisser.” “You’re actually very average.”

“I guess we don’t have to pretend any longer.” “Maybe we can just tell the truth from now on.”

“You want to practice kissing to make it believable? How about we practice having an argument and you sleeping on the couch?”

“Not everything was fake… just saying.”

“If you call me one more of those stupid pet names, I will tell everyone the truth!”

“But you have to tell everyone it’s your fault, when we break up.”

“Stop staring at me to distract me!” “Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you.”

“Thank you, and I’m going to wash the sweater you lent me and give it back to you as soon as possible.” “Oh, please keep it. I like you wearing it.” “Really? I thought it was your favorite one.”

“Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?” “That was supposed to be a wink!”

“I like your costume, you look very cute.” “Are you making fun of me?”

“It’s so cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze.” “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want.”

“Aww, you’re blushing. I like that look on you.”

“You flirt in the most awkward situations.” “You know you love it.”

“I think your parents may like me even more than you.”

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You’re very lucky I love you.”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Do you like what you see?” “You know I always do.”

“This is not something I normally like to do, but… I want to try for you.”

“I want this. I want you. In any way I can have you.”

“Sometimes I will probably not like being very affectionate and I just want you to hang in there.”

“I won’t always know how to do this relationship thing. But I’m open to learn.”

“I love you, I’m just not that good at showing it.”

“I was always afraid of being in a relationship, because I can’t always be affectionate like people expect me to be. But you always seem to know how far we can go and I trust you so much.”

“I love that you trust me and I promise you, we will go at your pace and I never want to do anything to lose that trust.”

“I could listen to you all day.”

“Have I already told you how cute you look?”

“One kiss is just never enough.”

“Not to sound cheesy, but your smile really lights up the room.”

“I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

“Being happy, fortunately coincides with making you happy.”

“Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Tonight was just perfect.”

“However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.”

“You remembered my favorite food.”

“Sometimes, being with you feels like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

“Being half-asleep is a very good look on you.”

“You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“You really are dumb. I love you, but you’re an idiot.”

“Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?” “I might if you don’t.”

“Being in love is not a weakness, you know?”

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

“Have you ever felt like this before?”

“Can you take me home?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Can I see your beautiful smile?”

“Please, can this moment last forever?”

“Will you still be here tomorrow?”

“Why do we have to get out of bed?”

“Can you feel my heart beating?”

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”

“Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”

“I can’t believe you sometimes!”

“Great. Really great, this is just perfect.”

“Why can’t you just let it go?”

“That is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard!”

“Maybe you should just leave now.”

“Oh yes, you’re so great.”

“I really don’t understand what’s going on with you sometimes!”

“I will leave now, or I’m going to say things I will regret later.”

“Have you never actually thought about how I would feel about this?”

“Maybe this is it, because I can’t do this anymore!”

“Don’t you dare just walk away right now!”

“This wouldn’t even be a problem, if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“How does that make it okay?”

“Do you even listen to yourself?”

“I’m glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

“Stop! Just stop it!”

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is.”

#japt #luke patterson imagine #owen joyner imagine #reggie petters imagine #charlie gillespie imagine #stiles stilinksi imagine #scott mccal imagine #dylan obrien imagine #isaac layhe imagine #peter parker imagine #tom holland imagine #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy imagine #ron weasly imagine #fred weasley imagine #george wealsey imagine

[saltpigsblog]

Im sorry but.....Alvin and the chipmunks AU

Alvin:Luke

Simon:Alex

Theodore: Reggie

Willie,Julie and Flynn would be the Chipetttes

But what would be there new name, or would they just stay the Chippettes?

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willex #luke jatp #reggie petters #julie molina #willie #imagine #the chaos #i can little chipmunk Luke causing problems now #Chipmunk Reggie and Flynn and Willie would be the best lf freinds #now or never but chipmunk

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The day was beatifull. The birds were singing happily, the peacefull sound of the water running from rivers near by. Everything seemed quiet, calm. Nothing could ruin the moment of peace the forest was having.

The peace, however, did not reach everything.

The sound of a door slamming closed interrupted the calm, the sudden and loud noise resonating trough the forest, cutting the quietness like a knife would do to butter.

Regulus ran out of the cabin door in a hurry, muttering scoldings to himself under his breath. Just this morning (when he was going to make himself some breakfast) he realized that he had no food left (it was obvious, he went hunting over a month ago, the fact that he was too lazy and too depressed were the things that kept him all day on his bed)

He decided to go to the nearest town, he had some money on him from when he helped an old couple out with their strawberry cultives (the couple then gave him a wood box full of strawberrys', which he ate almost inmediatly after he got home).

Regulus never went to towns or villages or cities anymore, faking your own dead didn't allowed you to go in public (being from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black didn't help eithet). Besides, all that he needed he could find it in the woods.

Like in the books Sirius read to him when he was a kid, like a bedtime story, and he would wait patiently until Sirius tip-toed to his room as quietly as possible so he wouldn't wake up Walburga and then give her a reason to beat them up and-

He stopped himself from remembering more. He always stopped himself from remembering things from his past, from when the time things weren't perfect but they weren't hell either.

He hasn't heard of his parents for years now, and even more less from Sirius (being supposedly dead kept you from keeping track of things outside from your bubble). He just hoped Sirius was finally happy, maybe even be together with that best friend of his (Remus, was it? He couldn't remember quite well his name), he always saw how his brother looked at the other guy with eyes full of adoration, like if Remus had brought him all of the stars in the nightsky.

He hoped his parents were dead, too. They deserved it, after all the shit they made Sirius and him go trough, all of those nights awake hearing his brothers' screams, or the banging of the metal door they locked Sirius in.

And when Sirius left, when his brother was finally physically free from them (because no, Sirius would never be completly free from them, neither of them both would ever be) ,it all just got worse from there. For Regulus, that is. His skin got paler and his eyes got duller, but he felt relief. His brother (the only one he had, the one he held close to his heart, even after being ignored) was finally out of the house they called home.

Regulus noticed (since the day Sirius ran away from "home") that his skin got healthier and his eyes got brighter, unlike him.

Regulus felt relief that his brother was finally able to be freely happy, to be able to love whoever the fuck he wanted to love, to wear whatever he wanted to wear. He truly was.

But what about me, Regulus thought, as he entered the little magical village. I want my happy ending, too. He knew he shouldn't ask for more, he should be more gratefull that he finally, after so much fighting, was finally free from his parents' grasp.

So why wasn't he? 

He said an apology under his breath to the old witch that bumped into him, and while she was yelling profanities at him while picking up her groceries, he continued to walk down the crowded street.

Regulus saw, from the corner of his eyes, an old looking bookstore. He walked towards it and pushed the glass door open, might as well buy some more books, no?

The little bell anounnced his entrance to the people inside the shopp, not that anyone cared about it.

Regulus made a bee-line towards the mitology section and picked up two books. One had a deep red cover, with bold golden letters as a tittle. The other had a black cover in its totallity, (also) with bold golden letters.

He made his way towards the front desk to pay for the books, when a wood table that had the newspaper got his attention.

He didn't exactly knew why did it catch his attention, he just knew that he just had to check it out (something in the deepest part of his heart told him to do so). 

So he followed his instinct.

"MURDERER SIRIUS BLACK, ARRESTED FOUR YEARS AGO AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-TWO, WAS CAUGHT YESTERDAYS' NIGHT TRYING TO ESCAPE AZKABAN"

He what

Regulus lowered the paper a little and stared at it with incredulity. Sirius was arrested?

Sirius was arrested four years ago?

Regulus did the counts on his head. Four years ago he faked his death to be free, when he tought Sirius wasn't in fucking prison? What in the actual fuck?

He lifted the paper a little with shacky and malhourised hands, those hands that were once soft and didn't know hard work, now, those hands were covered in scars, all of them because of years in the woods, from cutting trees and building his small cabin and fighting wild animals to survive.

He did all of that to survive, all of this- he did it for himself.

He was enjoying freedom while his brother (the brother who neglected you after being choosen in a rival house, the brother who, in a far away past, held your hands on his own and looked at you in the eyes and told you everything was going to be alright) was in prison for murderer, something Regulus believed was false.

Sirius would never kill anyone, Regulus was sure of that.

But that didn't mattered, no. It didn't make any difference to Regulus. His brother ignoring him didn't changed anything, the younger still loved him with all his heart, with all that he had.

His silver eyes looked at the newspaper again, a burning fire making its way into his heart.

"Sirius Black is responsable of the death of a wizard, Petter Pettigrew and thirtheen muggles"

Okay, now Regulus was one-hundred percent sure that his brother had been framed. Regulus knew his brother would never kill muggles, besides, wasn't Petter Pettigrew one of his closest friends?

He continued reading, he needed as much information as he could find. He reached the end of the paragraph, and one or two drops of sweat appeared in his temple.

"-Black is now behind the bars again, the security involving him has increased and is now stronger than ever."

Okay, Regulus wasn't freaking out at all, why would he? The fact that his brother is in fucking Azkaban doesn't inmediatly means he will freak out, nu huh.

Because he is a calm, cool-headed individual, yes he is.

He was not freaking out, and anyone who said otherwise is a liar.

Steps resonated in the small wood cabin owned by the younger heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Regulus swears he can hear his own hearbeats, beating in his ears and, somehow, telling him to do something, anything.

He doesn't quite know what to do, what to expect of this. This was crazy, right?

He knows it is, so why was he having second thoughts?

Do it, Reg. Just go for it, what could go wrong? A small voice says inside his head. It sounds deep and raspy, but also (for some reason) bubbly and playfull. ‘Like Sirius', he thinks.

Is it risky? Yes, definitly so. Would it be possibly worth it? He hopes so.

This is one-hundred percent a crazy, impulsive idea, but he was willing to try and give it a shot if it meant his brother would read him bedtime storys at night again.

He just wants his brother back, was that too much to ask?-

‘But it is! That lazy blood-traitor scum left you behind, for you to rot in that house, all by yourself while he had fun!’ A different voice screams at him and Regulus flinches, because it sounds so much like his mothers' voice it scares him to the bone.

"Please stop talking..." He begs to the empy room. He takes a shacky breath-in to try and get these voices of people that are not even there with him out of his head.

‘Reggie please listen to me! You have to get me out! I know you can do it, you're really smart!’ Sirius says inside his head, and Regulus can almost imagine him with puppy eyes while saying it.

‘Don't listen to that disgrace, Regulus! You are better than that, you will not hear whatever nonsense comes out of that stupid boys' mouth-’ ‘Im not stupid, you are the one in the wrong, Regulus knows-’ ‘Regulus will know best than to hear anything from you, unlike you, he knows what is best for him-’ ‘Like if you would know what is best for him-’

He feels overwhelmed, the voices are yelling at him to do things and Regulus doesn't know who to hear. He feels his heart beating faster, and he can hear his shaky breaths, and he feels the sweat in his forehead, and his hands in his ears-

"Stop!" Regulus yells, and the voices grow quiet. Hot tears stream down of his face as his knees make contact with the floor of wood.

The voices aren't talking anymore, but he still covers his ears tightly. He wants to get rid of the uncomfortable weight his chest has on it. He wants the headache that is starting to form to go away.

Suddlendly, its like he's five all over again. Just, this time, Sirius is not around to hug him.

Sirius wasn’t going to be around ever again.

Regulus tries to calm down. Breath in, breath out. He was going to be alright, he would find a way. He always does. He’s smart, Sirius always said so.

He remains kneeled on the floor for what feels like an hour, but were probably just two minutes (for him, it felt like a whole lifetime).

Regulus sighs and starts to stand up slowly, like if he went a little bit more quicker, then everything around him would dissapear in an instant.

Supporting his body on the wooden walls (he is still too dizzy to walk by himself, still too weak), Regulus makes his way towards his small bed made out of straw he borrowed (stole) and throws himself at it, exhausted of the events of today.

He has a plan, it is all clear in his mind already. And altough he is scared (of being taken to Azkaban, of dying while trying to save Sirius), a feeling he is not familiar with snuggles inside his chest. It has been there before, Regulus knows it has. (It feels like greeting an old friend who was there for you in your lowest point, but then dissapeared out of the blue. Regulus knows its name, but he can't shake its hand like old buddies would). 

And then he closes his eyes and dreams about how his life has been so far. How cold it has been, how lonely it all felt (And Regulus wishes it would had passed like a blurr, (like when you zone out in a conversation and you miss a part of it) but it didn't, and Regulus hates that).

The next morning he wakes up with a headache that forces him to close his eyes tightly.

In all honestly, Regulus feels like shit, both physically and mentally.

Feelings suck, and he would stand by that until the day he became nutrients to the Earth.

He sits on the uncomfortable excuse of a bed slowly, trying not to make his headache worse than it already is. He sits there for a minute or two, before deciding to stand up and go see if there is anything he can eat.

He believes he bought food yesterday, but he couldn't really be sure about that. Everything that he did after reading that newspaper was blank, there was no memory of something else happening after that whatsoever.

His legs are better now that he rested properly. 'There is nothing a good nap can't cure!' Regulus remembers Sirius' voice telling him one day, after Walburga went particularly rough with the Cruciatus Curse on them.

Regulus remembers, that same night, Sirius cuddled up to him on his bed, and held him tight against his chest. Regulus never got in the way when Walburga was insulting Sirius, but that time he did. It did not end pretty.

They both ended up getting tortured, Regulus more than Sirius that time.

They were ten and six at that time.

Now he realized that he, in fact, did bought food yesterday. Some bread and cheese, along with a loaf of bread that didn't look in the best condition (he couldn't really afford that much after all, there was so much a few coins could buy).

As he started cutting some of the bread, he tought about his options, about what he could do and about what was out of the question.

Regulus could only think about two viable options that would (probably) (hopefully) decrease the chances of everything going wrong.

One (this one was crazy) he could try and become an animagus. An animal form would surely help him get in and out of the prison.

Now, that option would take him months of preparations, maybe even years.

(He knows most wizards and witches with animagus form had taken several years to even figure out how to become an animagus, but he is Regulus Black for Godric's sake. He isn't most wizards)

(He is better than most, after all)

The black-haired male stands there in the middle of his tiny kitchen, a knife still in his left hand. He thinks he has an idea, someone who would surely help him if he asked. 

But in order to ask them, he would have to find them first.

Where exactly are you, Remus Lupin?

. . .

Remus wasn’t having a good morning (he never was having anything good). First, he woke up past 6 am and ended up arriving late at work (again), and his boss yelled at him for 5 minutes (again), and then, oh and then, he ended up getting fired (AGAIN), which, by the way, was the cherry on top to his shitty morning, and it wasn’t even 1 in the afternoon yet.

Now he would have to search for any jobs that would accept him, again (this was the second time in the month that he was fired from a job; in the first one he may or may not had punched a co-worker (in his defense, the bastard was talking shit about a female co-worker, and Remus just got really really angry).

And as he stomped angrily in the direction where his house was, he came to realize that he fucked this up really bad. Now he had no job, not even one kind of support to survive another month, and he sure as hell didn’t have any friends to go back to if things got more rough.

Ah, now he’s just sad.

He glanced at the plants and flowers growing at the sides of the road made of dirt, and he remembers.

Remus remembers the times when he used to be happy, when his only concern was passing his exams and not letting his crush on Sirius (oh Sirius, i miss you terribly) showing up and exposing him. When he would hang out with Lily at the library, and talk about how classes were starting to get more difficult as the days passed, or how they would gossip and talk badly about Severus ("-and have you seen his hair today?"), and they would talk and talk, and then talk some more.

Or when he would help James with his game plans, and they would stay up until the sun appeared again at the next day. Or when he would bake with Peter at the schools' kitchen at really late hours at night.

And he remembers, too, the times when he would look at Sirius and he would just get lost in his silver eyes. And Remus would look at him like Sirius was the most beatifull being in the would (in his eyes, he was).

He misses those times, he yearns for them. He wants them back, with all of his heart.

Life has always been rough for him, its just the way things are.

Because he deserved it.

(or so his father said)

Remus sees his little house at a distance. It looks deteriorated and in ruins, that house. The wild flowers are all around it, and there’s plants climbing on the walls and covering the windows.

He sees a cloaked figure standing on his porch, and Remus feels fear.

But he won’t show it, no, he won’t, ‘because fear is for cowards’ , his father would say, and the voice he would use left no room to question him.

“Can i help you with something?” Remus says, loud and clear. 

The person in black tensed, and turned around to face Remus slowly, like if they were scared (’of what?’ Remus wondered, but he kept quiet- like he always does)

Facing each other, silver and brown met.

“Oh”

The wind roared from outside, strong and merciless as ever. It made the trees dance and the leaves from them to roam free on the sky. 

The raindrops that fell from the sky were hitting on the glass of the window with force, on the roof, on the dirt. It left nothing untouched.

“How have you been, Remus?” The man in question turned his gaze from the window to the person in-front of him. The years had taken a ton from him, it seemed. Yet, the beauty he owned many years ago had not left him, no. It made him even more handsome, Remus concluded. His silver eyes (oh, his eyes were so smilar to his Sirius’-) were bright, a shine in them Remus has never seen before in the younger man. 

Remus gripped the handle of his mug of tea. The sweet honey tea with lavender inside of it warmed his hands, full of calluses and old scars, it soothed him and the pains he felt in them. “You should be dead” He says, looking at the eyes of Regulus, searching (searching?) for an answer to his one-hundred-and-one questions.

“Let me explain, Remus. Please, would you listen to what i have to say?” Regulus says, and he sounds so hurt, so exhausted and done with everything. He says nothing in response, just goes back to looking out of the window, where the wind and rain still are. Where everything follows its course.

“I faked my death...that night i-, i saw an opportunity and i took it, and then i--”

“You left Sirius” Remus says, and the voice that comes out of him sounds so not like him, so aggressive and upset and loud and so much like his voice- 

Still, Remus doesn’t back off. He looks up at Regulus and flinches. He looks so upset and angry, like Remus just did something so disgusting and wrong that he can’t take it. 

Those silver eyes (One of the distinguished features of the oh so noble and honorary Black Family) burn in his soul like silver things burns in his skin. And it’s terrifyng and powerful in equal portions.

“He left me behind first, Remus” Regulus says, his voice filled with venom and as aggressive as Remus’ voice before. “He left me behind the moment i got into Slytherin” He adds, and Remus can hear his erratics breaths over the muffled sound of rain.

They stay silent, for a while. Not wanting to fight but not wanting to talk either.

“Why are you here, Regulus? We hardly ever talked back at Hogwarts, so i can’t imagine a reason behind your visit” Remus finally says. With the new need to do something (-anything), he stands up from the badly hand-made wood chair and takes his mug of half finished and still warm tea, walking with rapid steps towards the tiny kitchen connected to the living room. He occupies his hands with cutting the remains of the bread he baked yesterday.

“I came to ask you for a favor “ He starts “,you see-- Don’t look at me like that, Remus, hear me out first” Regulus says, and stands up too.

The black haired male takes a deep breath, as if he’s preparing himself to say something difficult to speak out loud. “Sirius is innocent, Remus, i am sure of it” 

Everything goes silent from there. Remus can’t hear a thing because of the annoying ringing in his ears, and even before muffled sound of the rain is in the background now. He sees Regulus moving his mouth, and Remus is sure he is saying something (most probably something important), but he can’t hear a thing.

And Remus is so angry right now. It bubbles in his chest, from deep beneath with all of the emotions he repressed all of those years, and if he doesn’t calm down now then it’s going to explode. What could Regulus know anyways? He wasn’t even there in the first place! He was too bussy faking being dead, and hiding somewhere away from civilitation, like the stupid coward he is.

(Remus know he is a coward too, he knows it all too well. Because he knows that, (deep down) Sirius is innocent. He just hasn’t come to terms with it because he is so angry and he feels so betrayed and-- how could them leave him behind like this?) (Remus knows that he is stupid, too, because all he wants is someone to blame for the death of Lily and James and Peter-- someone to blame for little Harry slipping away from his fingers like sand)

(And Remus knows that he is a hypocrite, too)

“...--and you know, Remus, that Sirius would never do such a thing, we both know it!” Regulus says, his voice sounds more clear now, less muffled and silent. And it sounds so desperate, begging for understanding and someone to hear him out. 

“Those were his best friends, and even i -that a i wasn’t even close to him-, knows that is a fact! He couldn’t had killed them like that!” He yells, and Remus feels sick.

“...get out...” The words come out of his mouth before he can register them, just above a whisper.

“What?”

“I said get out!” He shouts at Regulus, the boiling feeling of anger finally snaps inside of him, and now he just wants someone to yell at, someone to discharge all of his repressed emotions at.

And he does. Before he knows it, Regulus is out of his house and into the pouring rain, because Remus takes his wand out of his back pocket and yells a ´Crucio!’ and fires it to Regulus, who dodges and sprints out of the house.

And Remus is all alone again, inside of that small and old house, with the feeling of anger and guilt and sadness washing over him. 

He feels his knees too weak to support him, and falls to the floor with a ‘thud!’. And for the first time since his loved ones left him, for the first time since his life fell apart, he allows himself to cry and yell.

And he feels like a little kid again.

. . .

Okay, Regulus admits, the plan did not work out like he thought it would.

Maybe he did broke the news too strongly, he kind of got angry at first. But it wasn’t really his fault, Remus said something he couldn’t even had known! His relationship with Sirius and how broken it was wasn’t any of his business.

But it’s fine, Regulus can do this on his own. It’ll be harder, but he’ll do it. 

No matter the cost.

Two years pass by and Regulus is ready to start with the second and hardest part of his plan. Getting Sirius out of prison.

It too him a whole year and a half to even figure out how to become an animagus, and the other half of the year to learn how to switch to his animal form. But he’s finally ready, and he is so excited to mend things with Sirius and be brothers again.

Now he’s standing on the port, unleashing the rope that’s tied to a boat he’s about to steal. The boat is old, but it looks solid still. Regulus wonders what kind of adventures it has lived, the people it has carried, the tales it had heard from other peoples’ mouths.

Regulus gets in the boat before it couldbfloat away from shore, and sits.

He feels the texture of the wood under him. It's cold and damp, and he can feel the old carves in the wood forming the word he assumes reads 'fishy'.

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head side to side. Probably a little kid wrotte that.

Maybe many years ago, a family had a trip to catch fishies in this very boat. Regulus pictures a father and his youngest son, on a sunny day, in this boat. The father tries to teach his son how to catch a fish, but the child, as most little kids usually do, gets bored with the waiting and as there's no other way of entertaiment, he carves the word on the old boat.

He wishes that instead of being in this situation, in the thick, thick fog, he would be fishing with his older brother. He wishes things turned out differently.

Regulus wishes he could live his youth with his brother, instead of trying to rescue him from a crime he definitely did not commit.

Oh, Regulus wishes were so many. But those were only wishes, thoughts that are in the past now. Realities that already lost their chances to exist a long time ago.

And with these thoughts clouding his mind like the fog cloudes his vision, Regulus grabs the oars and starts paddling.

The splinters in the oar feel like nothing against his tough and scarred hands, instead of hurting him, they keep him on the real world, away from the one where he goes when everything is too much, when he loses himself.

Regulus doesn't know how many hours went by until he could see the impotent building that was Azkaban. And as he was nearing it, the waves kept rocking his small boat, threatening him to flip.

He wonders if everything he's doing right now would be enough. He wonders, as the boat flips harshly to its side and throws him off of it into the freezing water, if Sirius knows he loves him more then life itself.

Regulus doesn't fight back the cold water, not at all. Instead, he lets it settle in his bones, in his belly, in his lungs.

If being held feels like this, then Regulus decided he liked it. No one ever held him before, maybe as a baby, but as he grew older, the only one who held him close was Sirius.

Sirius... who is Sirius, exactly?

He tries to remember, he feels the name belongs to an important person, but his mind is as numb as his arms and legs feel, if not even more.

It doesn't matter, he thinks, because im dying anyways.

Life is cruel, he decides with a heavy feeling in his chest, as his heavy body sinks him deeper and deeper on the ocean.

He'll be sleeping forever next to sand and rocks and corals of multiple colours, and the black of his hair will meld perfectly next to them.

Regulus doesn't fight, but he dies with a ball of hatred and love and yearning in his heart. He'll be dreaming for eternity of wishes and unspoken words, of hugs and arms that will never hold him ever again.

Life is cruel, and Regulus Black knows it all too well.

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IM SORRY I JUST COULDN'T GIVE THE BLACK BROTHERS AND REMUS THEIR HAPPY ENDING SKSNEKEMS what can i say, im a sucker for an angsty ending.

anyways, this was inspired by this blog (https://eronlupett.tumblr.com/post/642858372635475968/i-need-a-writer) by ". and before you mentuon it, yes, i was going to writte a happy ending, i just couldn't, like, cmon on, it was right there, i couldn't resist.

i had lots of fun writting this, but it still took me almost 5 months to finish it lolz. guess i just didn't had the motivation.

let me know what you think of my witting style, or if you have any opinions, just dont b disrespectful!

byebye^^

#Remus Lupin #Sirius orion black #regulus black #lily james #lol this sucks #angst headcanon #harry potter angst #bad ending #im honeslty not sorry #im an asshole hehe #no fluff

[hpdabbles]

The Groovy 70s

Sirius Black watch the new transfer kid attempt to drag his bed away from the others in the room to the far corner. It looks like the guy was struggling quite a bit, sweating into his muggle undershirt as he tugged and yank but the heavy wood refuses to even move an inch.

Now, Sirius could tell him it was a useless endeavor as Hogwarts always had charms placed on the beds to prevent students from moving them but where was the fun in that? Besides, watching those back muscles strain was entertainment he would gladly pay to see, so why ruin a free show?

“Mate, stop ogling him.” James hisses into his ear alarming Sirius he may have been doing this a bit too obviously. He hadn’t even noticed his friend climb over his bed to reach Sirius’ “That’s my cousin!”

“Calm down Prongs.” He says waving a hand dismissively through the air. Yes, it was nice to look but Sirius would never touch him. He wasn’t the one he wanted. “We both know who my heart belongs to.”  

The space between James’ eyes crinkles just a bit, indicating he was doing some quick thinking before he nodded once. He must have been satisfied with the secret only they knew about. It wasn’t usual for the Marauders to keep things from each other but seeing as this secret involved Sirius rather large and pathetic crush on Remus, the two choose to withhold this information until Sirius was ready to make a move.

Which may be some time this year...or after graduation...or maybe he should just never mention anything...yeah. It would be so much easier if Remus made any hint of liking guys but so far he’s only been sniffing after pretty girls. 

“Harry?” James calls getting off of his bed. He’s already done his unpacking and was just about getting ready to organize his space. It may have been a surprise to anyone who didn’t room with him but James has always been very neat and tidy. He couldn’t stand losing things or having objects out of order.

 If Sirius left a mess long enough Prongs would eventually clean it up for him. It works fine for him since Sirius didn’t care about living like “uncivilized pig” as James was prone to say.

The new transfer froze for just a second, back tensing up like he was expecting a blow. Very stiffly he glances over his shoulder at them. Sirius was once again struck dumb by his big bright green eyes. 

The Potters are a handsome lot, not graceful and delicate features like the Blacks, but more rugged. Their looks are still refined, just a tad bit brighter, more approachable and warm. 

Harry couple with the eyes he must have got from his unknown mother could rather well be one of the most attractive Potters out there. He was on par with James in this aspect but while James strutted around showing off his beauty Harry tended to shrink back not wanting any linger stares.  

Maybe this was due to be a recently discovered bastard? Sirius could only imagine what it must feel like to be the only out of wedlock kid in the last twenty years in the traditional wizarding world (at least discovered. He didn’t believe for a second there weren’t others like Harry). 

He’s lucky that Fleamont Potter is such a kind man, who wouldn’t turn away the only son of his late younger brother Charlus even though he had never known his brother had taken lovers after Dorea’s death.  Sirius honestly knew no greater man then Fleamont.

“Yes?” Harry asks carefully, those pretty green eyes narrowing just a bit.  Paranoia which wouldn’t fade until enough time has passed to show him there was nothing to be worried about. 

James slap on the smile he reserved for work events his father made him attended. It was both charming and disarming. Harry’s eyes narrowed further. “The bed won’t move. It’s charmed to stay in place. Nothing short of an explosion will get it to budge.”

Sirius watches with alarm as Harry’s face took a considering expression hastily adds in  “Don’t even think about it! Explosions won’t work either, it’ll just have the head of house against you”

Harry pursed his lips, dropping the wand he had not to notice the other guy grab onto his bedsheets.  “Well, I guess I’ll deal with it.”

“Is there a reason you wanted to move it?” James continues in that sickeningly sweet voice he used to get him Head Boy. Sirius wonders why the guy can’t just talk to his cousin but he knows that deep down James really wants Harry to like him. His best friend has always wanted more family growing up. “Maybe we can do something about it.”

“No, it’s no problem. I just wanted to get away from...the window. I don’t like sunlight”

“I could trade with you.” James makes a hand motion at his bed.  “It’s in the shade most of the time. I won’t mind at all! In fact, I haven’t finished unpacking so it is quick to switch. Let me just grab some-”

“James, take a chill pill. It’s fine.” 

The two seven years boys shared a bemuse glance unsure what he meant by that. Harry always spoke so oddly, but Sirius was never sure it was just his muggle upbringing or just Harry being odd in general.

“Er sure. Okay. Just...let me know if you need anything.” James said after clearing his throat. 

Harry made a sound that could have been an answer if it wasn’t so flat. The three boys went back to unpacking their things. The air had a tension to it, almost as if it too was holding its tongue but unsure how to break the ice.  

For how badly James wanted to connect to Harry, coming just a tad bit too stronger, Harry wanted to push the other away. Sirius watch it all summer, as the admittedly shorter Potter- he’s like a head smaller than him! Sirius is finally not the shortest male in their year!-  avoid almost all interactions with his new family.

He spent most of his time, hidden away in his room or in the Potter library studying potions and time turners. He kept his head down and, often Sirius didn’t even hear him when he enter or left rooms. 

Euphemia once compared her nephew to a spooked creature and Sirius couldn’t agree more.  There was so much they were all missing since the newest Potter refuses to talk about his past but it was fairly obvious that whatever he lived through it was not easy. 

Harry at one point left his unpacking to go into the bathroom, locking the door behind him without a word. James gave a weak sigh dropping the books onto his bed.  “Dad said to give him some time but it’s so hard when he can’t even stand to be in the same room as me. What should I do Padfoot?”

“Not much you can do,” Sirius said carefully.  “Sometimes, just tying is all you can do.”

Suddenly the door to their dorm open.

Remus and Petter walk in with strange expressions on their faces. The Black smiled at them, grateful a distraction from the Potter family had arrived but just as he was opening his mouth, the last person Sirius thought he see in the Gryffindor tower walked in.

“Reggie?” He spluttered. His heart, which had started jumping around like a muggle disco dance floor upon seeing Remus, jump again but different reasons. Why was his brother here? They haven’t spoken much since the oldest ran off last year, but even before then conversations between the brothers had turn strain. 

Regulus gave him the same even and accusing stare. The one that made Sirius feel small and guilty all in one. Padfoot felt himself grow defensive even though he promised that this year would be different. This year he would reconnect with his baby brother. “Hello, Sirius.”

That tone made it very hard to want to reconnect. It reminds him of his mother and the Gryffindor finds himself gritting his teeth attempting to stomp on the anger building in his chest.  “What do you want Reggie?”

His brother’s impassive face didn’t change, but there was a ripple of sadness in his eyes. “Nothing to do with you. I have business with-”

“Reg!”  Harry all but shouts, having open the door. His whole face lights up the moment he sees the youngest Black. It’s...well Sirius already stated that he’s very attractive but this is a whole other level. 

“Hello, Harry” There’s a small affectionate smile on Reggie’s face. One Sirius has never seen before, but it rests easily on his brother’s lips. He flaunts by the gapping Marauders, to hand over a green hoodie that was far too muggle to be his.  “I wanted to return this to you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to.” Harry still takes the garment, coiling it into his chest like it’s a valued treasure. He smiles at Reggie with more emotion then Sirius seen in the past two months.  “If you wanted Reg, you could have kept it.”

“Nonsense. It was kind of you to offer when the weather was unpleasant but I couldn’t possibly take one of your outfits. Ron gave that to you, didn’t he? I know just how much it means to you.”

“You listen to my stories? I thought you got bored and lost attention midway.”

“I always pay attention to you”

Harry’s face turns red and oh no, are they flirting? Is Sirius really listening to his baby brother flirt right now?

“Are you doing anything right now?” Regulus goes on, feet planting themselves together with a soft snap. He only does that when he’s trying not to fidget. Mother had never liked it when Regulus fidgeted. 

“I’m unpacking but I’m almost done” Harry lies. He wasn’t close to being done. The guy barely even started! Who does he think he is, lying to Regulus like that? “Why?”

“I thought you may like to see my dorm. It’s a private one.”  

“Holy shit” Remus whispers and Peter bobs his head, his big eyes watching like this is some dramatic play or something. Even Sirius can admit that was very bold of his brother. Who knew he had it in him?

Harry’s eyes went very wide and his face very red in only a matter of seconds. “Oh, sure! Yeah, I could-would love to- I mean I like that. Yeah.”

“Wonderful. I’ll be back for you in an hour. Would that be enough time to finish unpacking?” Regulus says placing his hands behind his back like the perfect Pureblood he is. 

Even though he’s two year’s younger, Regulus had always been the taller of the two. While he is only winning by a couple of inches with Sirius, he towers over Harry, who’s head barely reaches his chin. 

 This makes the scene of Regulus looking down a bit more bizarre because Harry’s neck is bobbing his head back and forth rapidly with his gaze upwards,  while Regulus looks like he's digging his nails into his palms

“I’ll see you then.” Regulus turns to them his red cheeks the only open emotion on his face, but Sirius can see the nervous excitement tuck away in silver eyes. “By your leave, gentlemen.” 

Harry watched him leave, seemingly unaware that he is hugging the hoodie with a big grin. The moment the door close behind the Slytherin, James practically threw himself onto his cousin. 

“Harry! I’m so proud of you!” 

“Wha?”  The other Potter said attempting to get Head Boy off him.  “What did I even do?”

James ignores him hugging the guy to him all the while babbling. “I remember when Lily and I first got to together. I was a mess, but you handled it amazingly! I didn’t even know you liked Regulus.”

Harry look like he was close to tears but he still manages to grin. “course I like him. He’s not just cool. He’s all that with a bag of chips!”

Sirius had no idea what that even meant- more of Harry’s odd phrases- but he steps forward anyway “Oi! That’s my brother! Have some respect!”

Behind him, he heard Remus tell Peter  “Pass the chocolate frogs this just got good”

His last year of Hogwarts may well be his wildest one yet.

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