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sixlane · 4 months

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tricks up sleeves and all that

rosekiller microfic | 1,180 words | magician Barty, single dad Evan

The first thing Evan thought when his daughter told him she wanted a magician at her birthday party was how did I raise a child who enjoys close-up magic? It wouldn’t have been his first choice, probably wouldn’t have even been his last. He would’ve gone with something classier, more elegant, like a tea party or a day at the museum. Something to live up to the extravagance of previous years. Sure, Eleanor is only seven but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the finer things.

So, in between meetings and phone calls, Evan researched children’s birthday party magicians, and as you’d expect, not much was living up to his standards. After days of sifting through resumes and background checks, he was eventually able to find a well-designed website with good reviews and speak to a representative who promised to send their best.

This is why Evan is so confused when he opens his front door to find a tall, lanky man in ripped jeans and a worn out t-shirt, his look complete with ruffled hair, an eyebrow piercing, and excessive amounts of tattoos.

“You must have the wrong house,” Evan says. He thinks he should probably close the door but something about this man is intriguing. He wants to look for just a second longer.

The man leans back to check the address beside the door. “You’re Mr. Rosier, right? I’m here for the birthday party. I’m Barty, the magician.”

Evan raises a brow. “You don’t look like a magician.”

“Were you expecting a full tuxedo? It’s like 95 degrees out.” A tilted grin spreads over his face, showing off a pointy canine. “Here let me show you.” Before Evan can back away, Barty is reaching behind his ear and producing a shiny quarter, flipping it between his fingers confidently. “Ta da.”

“That’s hardly magic,” Evan says, crossing his arms. He better get a full refund if this is the best they had.

“No, you’re right. That’s just the decoy.” He raises his left hand, and between his thumb and pointer finger he holds Evan’s watch, which had previously been secured to his wrist.

Evan’s mouth drops open slightly. He hadn’t even felt it. “That’s not magic either, that is literally stealing.” He snatches the watch back, putting it on.

“It’s the art of misdirection,” Barty explains. “I do a dumb coin trick, and while you’re paying attention to that, I do something more impressive. It’s like, the basis of all magic.”

Evan doesn’t even know what to say. This man has just pickpocketed him on his own front porch and now he wants Evan to let him into his house?

At the same time Evan is getting ready to slam the door in Barty’s face, Eleanor appears at his hip, smile wider than a mile across her face.

“Is this the magician, Dad?” she asks, tugging at his shirt while she bounces up and down.

“You must be Eleanor,” Barty says, squatting down so they’re at eye level. He’s performing now, Evan can tell. He lights up and his smugness from before is washed away. “Would you like to pick a card?”

Eleanor nods enthusiastically.

Barty pulls a deck out of his back pocket and starts shuffling. Evan watches the way his fingers move deftly around the cards. Bending and flipping them expertly before fanning them out in front of her.

“Okay, go ahead. But don’t tell me what your card is, just show it to your dad and put it back anywhere in the deck.”

Eleanor does as instructed and shows Evan the card, ace of hearts, before sliding it back in.

“Thanks Eleanor, that’s great.” He starts shuffling the cards again, adding in flourishes here and there. Evan watches intently, trying to track his every move, see where he might be switching cards out or taking a peek, but he moves too quickly for Evan to stay on top of everything. “Now Ellie, can I call you Ellie?” Eleanor giggles and nods her head. “Your dad here,” he tilts his head up at Evan, “has already seen me do a trick similar to this, but I think I can put a new spin on it, what do you say?”

Eleanor looks up at Evan, affronted. “Dad! You’ve been playing with the magician without me?”

Evan hears Barty try to stifle a laugh and feels the beginning of a tension headache spreading behind his eyes. “I was just making sure he was up to our standards,” he grits out.

“Don’t worry Ellie, your dad was just doing his due diligence.” Eleanor looks appeased and waves her hand in a motion that tells Barty to continue. He does one last shuffle and then reaches behind Eleanor’s ear. When he pulls back, he has the ace of spades in between his pointer and middle fingers. “So Ellie, was this your card?”

She looks confused and a little disappointed. Evan holds himself back from kicking Barty directly in the face. “Um… close,” she says. “Mine had hearts on it.”

Barty looks at the card. “Huh. You know, sometimes the cards don’t always do what we want them to so we have to shake some sense into them. He starts waving the card quickly back and forth. When it comes to a stop, Barty holds the ace of hearts where the ace of spades had previously been. He smiles in triumph. Evan still kind of wants to kick him in the face.

Eleanor lets out an excited squeal and rushes forward to tackle Barty into a hug. “Can we keep him, Dad?” she screams directly in Barty’s ear. He doesn’t even flinch.

Evan lets out a resigned sigh. He’s really never been able to deny Eleanor anything, so he steps to the side, opening the door wider, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Of course Eleanor. Go gather your friends in the living room. Barty will be right in.” He places a hand on her head as she runs by.

Barty stands up and straightens his pants out, sliding the deck back into his pocket. “Good enough?” he asks, shrugging a shoulder.

Evan scrutinizes him for a second, running his eyes over every inch of the man. The line of his cheekbone, the curve of his neck, the way his thumb rubs a circle into the side of his pointer finger. There’s something about him. Evan hasn’t heard Eleanor scream that loud since Pandora got her a bug collection kit for Christmas last year.

“I want you to know that I keep a detailed inventory of everything in my home, so if you steal something I will find out, and you won't be happy about the consequences.”

Barty smiles, something mischievous glinting in his eye. “We’ll see about that,” he says brushing past Evan to make his way into the living room. Evan closes the door behind him. Right before Barty turns the corner, he throws something over his shoulder. Without thinking, Evan catches it. His wallet. With the ace of hearts sticking mockingly out of the top.

#this came to me in a dream #idk they make sense to me #like pickpocket barty who goes on to be a children's birthday party magician?#evan hires him for every event after this and always offers to hang up his jacket meanwhile he's seam ripping his sleeves open #trying to figure out where barty keeps everything #then sewing them back up #rosekiller #barty crouch jr.#evan rosier #evan x barty #barty x evan #rosekiller microfic #lane writes #marauders fanfic #marauders #microfic tag

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lulublack90 · 3 months

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Prompt 13 - Street

@jegulus-microfic February 13 Word count 811

Previous part First part

The green flames died behind Voldemort, leaving behind the weak flickering fire in the grate.

Without asking, Voldemort grabbed Regulus’s chin in his cold, harsh hand and drove into his head. It was like being stabbed in the brain. Legimency could be painless. It was up to the caster whether or not it hurt, and Voldemort always ensured it hurt. Regulus winced and tried as hard as possible to keep his composure as the memories from the last few weeks crashed behind his eyes.

Voldemort lingered on his torture, slowing the tirade to watch each cut and forceful curse.

Regulus fell to his knees. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he kept the memories of James and his brother locked away where Voldemort couldn’t find them.

After a final particularly painful spike into his memories, showing Remus helping him to escape, Voldemort relinquished his hold on Regulus and stood as though nothing had happened.

“Ah, so the young wolf wants to join us, does he? I shall send Fenrir to collect him as soon as possible.”

The flames glowed green again, and multiple people invaded Regulus’s home. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Lucius, and, to his horror, Barty and Evan crowded around him.

“Ah, back where you belong, cousin?” Bellatrix cooed in her harsh, rasping voice. He tried not to flinch as she ruffled his hair.

“Bloody hell, Reg. What did they do to your face?” Evan looked over his bruised and swollen face with horror. Remus had done an excellent job.

“Don’t know what you’re on about Rosier. I’ve never seen him look so good.” Barty cackled as he shot out a finger and poked one of the dark bruises on Regulus’s face.

Regulus pulled his wand from its holster on his arm and shot hot red sparks at Barty’s feet, causing him to jump up and down indigently across the Persian rug to avoid being burnt.

“Hey! What the fuck Reg?! That was uncalled for!”

“Don’t touch me then,” Regulus said in a bored voice as he twirled his wand back up his sleeve.

“Enough!” Voldemort hissed. The room fell into total silence, all attention on the pale wizard who commanded the room.

“It is happening today, Regulus, now,” An excited murmur passed between the death eaters in the room.

“What’s happening?” He asked. He could only think of one thing that required this many of the inner circle to be in his drawing room.

“We attack the Ministry in one hour.” Bellatrix interrupted excitedly, clapping her hands and grinning maniacally.

“Bella,” Voldemort said quietly, Bellatrix immediately composed herself.

“Make yourself presentable, Regulus, and we shall make our way to the Ministry.” Regulus looked down at the ruined, tattered robes he’d put back on this morning and nodded, leaving the group as he went to change.

He carefully locked his bedroom door, and cast a silencing charm on the room. He pulled out the tiny mirror that had been Sirius’s and called into it.

“James? James, you there?” He didn’t get an immediate answer, so he removed his ragged robes.

“Regulus?” James’s voice came back. Regulus picked up the mirror.

“I don’t have much time.” He whispered to James’s reflection. “We’re going to the Ministry now. He said within the hour.” He summoned fresh clothes and began pulling them on as he spoke.

“Thank you, love. I’ll alert the order. And Reg—” James paused until Regulus had finished dressing. “Be careful, yeah. Don’t die.” Regulus smiled into the mirror.

“I’ll do my best.” Then James’s image was gone, and his own battered reflection showed in the mirror.

He put the mirror in a secret pocket in his clean robes, and after taking a steadying breath and forcing his face into a neutral expression, he headed back downstairs.

“You took your time,” Lucius was waiting for him.

“Hardly,” He scoffed. Lucius raised his wand, and Regulus held his breath. Lucius muttered a charm, a light blue glow pulsed out of his wand, and Regulus’s face didn’t feel sore anymore. He checked the hallway mirror, and his face had returned to its usual flawless porcelain. “Thanks,” He said as his fingers reached up to check the skin for himself.

“You’re welcome,” Lucius said with a sickening smile spreading across his face. “Come now, we mustn’t keep the Dark Lord waiting, should we?” He waved his hand forward, inviting Regulus to enter the drawing room.

“Ah, good,” Voldemort exclaimed when he opened the door. “The rest of our forces are already gathered. Let us join them.” Regulus followed the small party out of the front door and onto the street outside. He turned to look back at number 12 as it concealed itself, disappearing from view as he walked further away.

Voldemort himself grabbed ahold of Regulus’s arm. His claw-like hands dug into Regulus’s flesh as they apparated to the Ministry.

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marauder-kitty-kat · 6 months

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How I think marauders era characters would react to getting a low grade

Self indulgent cuz I just got a 61% on a test and I'm trying not to spiral as a Lily and Remus kin

James would be shocked to his core. This is definitely a man that studied quite a bit beforehand and he hadn't expected a low grade. I feel like there would be a lot of self hatred going on in his head, but on the outside he would keep a smile and a non-chalant shrug. Would definitely put pressure on himself to do more and better.

Sirius would be slightly shocked, but he would get over it pretty quickly. He's usually a natural in his classes, but a lower grade slips in every now and then. Would vent through being a bit more reckless that day or pulling a prank. James would make sure the prank is extra good to restore Sirius's mood.

Remus would be in hell. Definitely full of self loathing. Grade also depends on when is the full moon. I feel like of it's in between of last one and the next one, he'd be harder on himself "it's not even the moon I'm just stupid". He would be more angry about it closer to the full moon, just depressed if it was after. Would definitely ask Lily if they could study more.

Peter would be more embarrassed than anything. He usually keeps his grades at an even average and he would not like the fact that it fell below that. Would definitely throw a mean word at Sirius if he teased him about it. Would ask Remus to help him study for the next one, but the grade itself wouldn't be on his mind for long.

Lily would be devastated. She definitely put in the work like James did and did not expect a low grade. It would weight her down a lot, put her in a depressed mood and she would probably be snappy with her friends. Would take a revenge outlook - studying like crazy, doing the extra work, getting minimum sleep. She would skip meals until she studied what she needed to and beyond. Wouldn't ever forget it and wouldn't feel good unless her next grade was perfect.

Marlene would not give a shit. This girl has far more important things in life than worrying about grades. Her motto would be "as long as it's a pass, it's a win". Doesn't really study and her grades go from low to average. Prefers to be outside and/or on the quidditch pitch.

Mary would not be happy about it. Similar to Pete, she keeps an even average and a lower grade impacts that, but also her self worth. Would feel gloomy for a couple of days and would refuse to do school work because she felt like a failure.

Alice is nothing short to a perfectionist. She puts a lot of pressure on herself to do well. She doesn't aim for the top grade like Lily, but maintains a well above average. She would kind of shut down, put the entire thing in a box in her brain never to be opened. This would serve her as a motivation for the next test tho.

Regulus would fall to the pits of despair. Not only does his family put pressure on him to maintain perfect grades, he puts part of that pressure on himself as well. He would go on a downward spiral, getting even less sleep. He would be composed to most on the outside, but people close to him would be able to see even darker eye bags, ruffled hair and his slightly creased uniform. Would stay up in the common room revising, and shut out his friends on premises of them distracting him.

Dorcas I feel is very similar to James, just in another font. She would be shocked she could get such a grade (it would be first and last time in her life). Instead of feeling depressed she would feel furious with herself. She wouldn't let herself to wallow in the bad grade, but would put all her energy into extra credit and additional studying.

Evan doesn't really care, but still keeps a good average score. He would be worried about his family and how they might react if they find out.

Barty regularly gets bad grades on purpose to annoy his family, even if he is smart af. Would take the test paper home and put it on the fridge for his father.

Narcissa doesn't care much about the knowledge that could be lacking behind a bad grade, as much as she cares about keeping up appearances. Would definitely try to keep her low grade a secret, maintaining a poker face on the outside, but feeling embarrassed and worried on the inside. There's no way she'd ever let her family see it.

Pandora doesn't care much about grades. She knows she's smart and intelligent even if her grades don't always reflect that. So what if she couldn't name all the goblins in the goblin wars, she was busy researching advanced magic.

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #marauder era #lily evans #regulus black #lily evans kinnie #marauders react #marauders headcanon #slytherin skittles #marauders slytherins #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #marauders angst #marauders comfort #marauders school

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c0mbatchameleon · 2 months

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very small bartylus snippet cuz I love barty crouch jr and they are not friends and not lovers but a secret much deeper third thing

A quiet falls over them as Barty lazily swipes his thumb back and forth on Regulus’s back. The room feels a bit more concave without Evan, but it’s not awkward. Nothing could be awkward between them at this point—they’ve all beared witness to one another’s rock bottom too many times. Maybe that’s why Regulus decides to break the silence, speaking in almost a whisper now.

“Barty?”

“Yeah, Reg?”

“When you said…” He pauses, searching for the words that will sound the least mortifying coming from his own mouth. “When you said you’d be.. ‘of service,’ ” he brings his fingers up in air quotes at the phrase, “were… you being serious?”

In the silence following, he can basically hear the grin stretching across Barty’s face. “You requesting my services, Whiskers?”

“Oh, fuck off. Nevermind.”

Barty laughs. “Oh, come on I’m just teasing.” His hand comes to Regulus’ hair, ruffling it playfully as Regulus tilts his head up to scowl at him. The other boy’s expression is surprisingly soft, but something fierce flickers behind his eyes. Almost compassion, but distinctly sharper. It’s the kind of care that kills. The kind that drags the jagged edge of a key across a car and slices holes in all four tires; the kind that flicks a lit match onto gasoline-slick ground in the dead of night, before crawling back into bed with you. It’s the kind of care you wake up to, wrapped in the arms of its ash-stained body like a suit of armor, like your own calloused skin. The sheets smell of smoke and the world feels inexplicably safer than it did the night before.

Barty doesn’t love tenderly. He loves you like the knife under your pillow does. He’s the gun in your safe and the one in your hand, smoking. The dog bred to bare its teeth for you, because it loves you. Loves you so much it’s standing tall at the door, it’s ripping flesh off the intruder and dropping it at your feet, saying look at this, saying I did this for you, saying I’d do it again. I’ll keep you safe. Because the locks on your door only get you so far and Barty knows it. His love knows it.

#yet another random scene from that fic that’s been bouncing around my skull like a ping pong ball #but I don’t think it fits anymore which is a bit devastating #barty does give him head after this #but I digress #barty crouch jr #regulus black #barty crouch junior #bartylus #writing stuff and things #unnamed physics fic

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sunsickjune · 1 year

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bedroom - age six, curled up under the covers, sirius making up stories on the spot, whispering them into the darkness, the two of them huddling close together for warmth, neither of them sleeping, eyes closed in futile, ears peeled for the telltale click of her heels

bedroom - age eight, mother’s eyes sparkling with rage, brandishing her wand, shards of the broken vase littering the carpet, sirius stepping in front of him, without hesitation, “mother-”, she doesn’t hesitate either

bedroom - age ten, sirius rereading the letter for the millionth time, pacing before the bed, ruffling his hair wildly, fear, longing, sadness, his head filled with countless different pleas, please don’t go, please don’t leave me-

bedroom - age eleven, playing with the envelope between his fingers, he can’t concentrate, is mother still talking? “slytherin is such an honour regulus”, he does like the colour green, he knows he shouldn’t tune her out, he can’t help it either way, sirius stood in the doorway silently, looking at him like he’s a different person, maybe he is

bedroom - age twelve, barty is so shit at chess, winning the game in five minutes, leaning back against the green curtains, letting the other two boys bicker pleasantly, eyes closed contentedly, peaceful, calm, happy

bedroom - age fourteen, sirius’ voice echoing through the wall, mothers voice filled with venom, a scream of pain, and then another, until his brothers shrieks fill up the entire house, closing his eyes to stop the tears, useless, frustrated, weak

bedroom - age fifteen, sitting up behind the curtains, filling his lungs with air in measured intervals, the hangings spilling open, “why you still awake?”, barty climbing into the bed without replying, laying down on his back beside him, “guess what evan did today”, distracting him, talking around him in lazy circles till his nightmare is a distant memory

bedroom - age sixteen, hiding behind the bed, curled up in a ball, can’t breathe, can’t breathe, fingers playing with the ring on his finger, can’t get up, knows he has to, “regulus?”, maybe he replies, maybe he doesn’t, the dark lord, sat in his living room, you want this reg, you want this, you want this, do you want this?

bedroom - age seventeen, fingers running up and down his arm, he can’t stop touching it, can’t stop looking at it, barty grins, sharp, glittering, “don’t you just love it?”, the question doesn’t need an answer, evan’s smile grows, they’re happy, happy, happy, why can’t he be happy too?, forcing a smile on his face, dragging his eyes away from the dark mark, i miss sirius

bedroom - age eighteen, tipping the locket from one hand to the other, tangling his fingers in the chain, he doesn’t want it, it’s too much responsibility, but he can’t exactly just give it back, he thinks of barty and evan, the way their eyes follow him with confusion, concern, he can’t hide from them forever, he thinks of sirius, his bravery, his talent, his defiance, he closes his eyes for a second and then starts writing the letter

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herlittlel0ve · 10 months

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I feel weird (jeggy)

Regulus is looking in the full body mirror wearing a dark purple dress that is cut at the middle of his thigh with fluffy ruffles at the bottom trim and a sunk in waist with a modesty neckline. Barty, Evan, Sirius, and Dorcas sit in his bed discussing the dress.

"I think it's very pretty Cas" Evan says looking between Regulus and the mirror.

"Thanks Ev but I feel like it's missing something" Dorcas says while finger brushing her braids away from her face.

"Yeah a new model" Regulus says while pinching at the waist line "Why do I gotta wear it again?"

"Because Pandora got stuck at the studio and I need the dresses modeled so I know which one's to put in my profolio. You just happen to be around the same size as her"

"I know I just feel weird" Regulus drops the fabric and looks in the mirror again.

"You look weird" A voice says from the door way. Regulus whips around to look who the interruption is. There's a struggle in the background a mermer but Regulus continues to star and James.

"You don't think I look good?" Regulus says with a small half smile.

"I think you look gorgeous. You are gorgeous." James says and kisses the middle of Regulus's forehead before grabbing his waist and twirling him back towards the mirror. "But this dress does not show that off, does Dorcas got another one?"

"There's a pile over there" James picks up a royal blue silk dress with strapy shoulders and a open back. "Hmm go try this one on" He says handing the dress off to Regulus who smiles and goes to the restroom to change.

As soon as the door shuts everyone starts talking at once. "What are you playing at?" "What the hell was that Prongs?" "Dorcas worked hard on that!" But they're soon cut off by the door opening and a anxious looking Regulus walking back to the mirror.

"What about this one?" He says looking through the mirror at James. James leans down and peppers kisses down Regulus's shoulder. "Much better, 'ts a bit long though huh?" The straps are falling off and the length of the dress falls overs Regulus feet. "You think Dorcas would mind if I fixed it a little?"

"She wouldn't mind at all" Dorcas replys with a smirk on her face. At that James pulls out his wand and tightens the straps before crouching down and fixing the length. Then steps back up to look through the mirror. "Hmm" He gabs Regulus waist and drags the top of his wand from the top half of Regulus thigh down to the floor, creating a slit in the dress. Regulus gasps. "Much better don't you think, love?" Regulus hums with a blush in his cheeks before leaning back into James chest. "I look better?" "You look amazing" James messes with Regulus hair making it fall just above his eyes. "Breath taking" He says before grabbing back onto Regulus waist and kissing down his neck to his shoulder.

"Not just because I'm in a dress?" He's felt self conscious this entire time because of the dresses he hasn't worn one since he transitioned. He also doesn't think he could take it if James said he preferred it more if he wore one. The only reason he can stand to look at himself in one is because he's cut his hair and started T, not to mention he's taped his chest for this occasion instead of wearing a binder. "MmMm, dresses have always been Remus's thing" he shakes his head and continues to kiss back up his neck again. "I'm not gonna lie I wouldn't feel the same if anyone else was wearing it like Sirius, Marlene, Lily, or Mary. But it's no different then seeing you in one of my shirts" He continues "Although" He looks up to meet Regulus eye in the mirror. "I think I'd all but die if I seen you in a suit"

Regulus whips around and grabs James face and presses they're lips together. He tries to pour everything he's feeling into the kiss. It's not short but there's no tongue. When they finally pull back James rests his forehead against Regulus'. "What was tha-" "I love you" James pulls back but not away and looks down at Regulus though he doesn't seem upset about the interruption. So Regulus stand on the tips of his toes and places a short warm kiss on James lips again. When he pulls back his hands are still holding James face in place. "I love you" It's sure and proud and leaves no room for leeway. "You've never said that before" Regulus shakes his head. "I haven't needed to" He pecks James on the lips again. "I didn't need to here either, But I couldn't help it" James leans down and gives a low slow kiss before pulling away. "I love you too"

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #pansexual james potter #gay regulus black #trans regulus #marauders era #dead gay wizards #established relationship #crossdressing? maybe? idk regulus in a dress

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vauxxy · 5 months

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strangers

regulus black and remus lupin engage in some polite banter

1976, 2:45 AM

astronomy tower

as the end of the school year started approaching, regulus black began noticing the many changes happening at hogwarts.

for starters, the days lasted much longer than he liked, the sky only starting to darken around 6:30 PM.

the air became very wet as well- not warm, but not cold either. the clouds seemed to trap the warmth of the sun, composing the constantly humid weather that graced the school grounds.

finally, the people that he surrounded himself with began getting restless. constantly giddy and overexcited for summer, every conversation turned into plans to hang out over the school holidays.

“reg! you should come visit me and my family paris!” said rosier, who was sitting comfortably on a dark green couch in the slytherin common room. his limbs were lazily dangling off the side as his head rested on the worn down cushions.

regulus looked up from his textbook, meeting evan’s excited gaze.

“i’ll have to ask my mother,”

“why are you reading a potions textbook? let alone one from last year?” dorcas asked, her dress shoes tapping on the hardwood floor as she enters the room. she wore a dark red blouse with long, flowing sleeves and denim pants that flared out by her ankles.

regulus looked her up and down, one brow raised higher than the other as he leaned back in his chair.

“and why are you dressed like that?” he retorted. dorcas smiled, moving her arms rhythmically as her sleeves flowed around her.

“pandora and i are going to see a band,” dorcas shrugged, sitting down next to evan. he tilted his head backwards to meet dorcas’s eyes.

“why wasn’t i invited?” evan pouted, sitting up defensively. dorcas rolled her eyes, crossing one leg over the other.

“girls only.” she replied bluntly, ruffling evan’s bleach blonde hair.

by 12:00 pm, all of regulus’s friends had gone off to attend to their lousy attempts at rebellion or recreation. barty crouch jr was fooling around with a quirky little hufflepuff, evan rosier was getting stoned with a strange selection of people- all different ages and houses, and dorcas had taken pandora to a bar to watch a fleetwood mac cover band.

regulus would’ve rather taken a stroll over to the whomping willow than join in on any of their little endeavours (especially barty’s, obviously), so he decided to spend the afternoon alone again.

regulus black had began spending his nights in the astronomy tower at the beginning of his third year. he barley had any real friends, nor did he make any effort to gain some. despite his lack of initiative to form relationships, it seemed like one had whimsically fallen into his hands.

little 14-year-old regulus was annoyed at first when his older brother’s friend began coming up to the astronomy tower to chainsmoke and read shitty classic novels. remus lupin had the type of quiet energy that demanded solitude. he didn’t tell regulus to ‘go away’ but he sure heard it.

after 2 more nights of remus disturbing his peace, regulus spoke up.

“are there no other places on campus you can loiter around in?”

those few words turned into a few hundred, which turned into a 2-hour long conversation about the ethics of hogwarts as an institution. the conversation turned into a discussion, which turned into yawning and parting ways for the night, only to continue the very next day at the same time and place.

after a few weeks, remus stopped coming. regulus wondered why, but they had never talked about anything personal with one another. regulus didn’t know if he wanted to talk about personal matters with someone seemingly so close to his brother.

a month later, remus returned. this time, regulus didn’t hesitate to ask why he was back. why he wasn’t running around with those clowns he called friends. and remus answered.

“do you ever feel like there’s a weird distance between you and everyone else? and like, you don’t actually want it to be there, but you keep on like… making that distance?” remus asked, his voice tired, but his words fast.

regulus paused. “yeah.”

regulus was now 15 years old. the people that called him a friend were out partying, sleeping around, enjoying themselves- and here he was. back up in the astronomy tower for the first time in months.

he was sitting in a quiet corner, smoking on a cigarette he had stolen from the pocket of evan’s discarded puffer jacket. he flipped through the pages of his old potions textbook as the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase.

“why are you reading a potions textbook from third year?” asked a husky voice, seemingly coming from the other side of the room.

regulus looked up, only to find a taller version of the boy he once knew. he walked over slowly, a newly formed limp stunting his pace. he was somehow even skinnier and much more pale despite the warmth of the early summer sun.

“just revising.” regulus replied bluntly. remus sat down next to him, leaning against the wall sloppily.

a few moments of silence passed, before regulus decided to speak up.

“we haven’t talked since april.” he stated. his voice was cold, but somewhat inquisitive. remus nodded, offering an affirmative smile.

“i’ve had less trouble sleeping, i suppose,”

remus pulled out a small metal box from his pant pocket. the act of opening it released a soft stench of tobacco and weed. he took out two cigarettes, before closing the tin and setting it down next to him.

regulus put out his first cigarette, taking the one remus had just offered him. after lighting both with his wand, remus took a inhale.

“your brother is a dickhead.” remus stated, letting the smoke exit his lungs.

“yeah, no shit,”

“i’m serious. he’s a full cunt.”

regulus looked at remus, his eyes curious, but his mouth too stubborn to give into his desire to know more.

remus turned around to face regulus as he noticed the look of intrigue in the younger boy’s eyes.

“did i ever tell you what happened on my birthday?” remus asked. regulus shook his head, letting copious amounts of smoke exit his mouth as he debated his response.

“no, you didn’t.”

remus looked down, smiling softly to himself. it wasn’t a smile full of fondness, but a smile that seemed to lovingly scold his past actions and feelings.

“i’m gay.” he said, slowly bringing his head up to look at regulus again. he rested the left side of his body against the wall as he waited for regulus to say something.

regulus’s voice was monotone, as if he didn’t really care rather than mind. it was apathetic, yet understanding. “okay,” he started.

“what does that have to do with your 16th birthday?”

remus took one last hit of his cigarette before putting it out on the wall.

“your brother kissed me.” he said bluntly. regulus nodded, urging him to continue.

“i had a thing for him, i guess. still do. but after that kiss, it all went back to normal, except it didn’t?”

remus rolled his eyes. “he was still constantly fooling around with random girls, but at the end of the day, he would come back to me.”

regulus was confused to say the least.

“for months we’ve been fucking around, pretending like everything’s normal- but i can’t help but feel so fucking angry at him.” remus said, his voice mellow.

“he’s very easy to be angry at.” regulus let out a dry laugh, putting out his cigarette and stuffing the bud in the corner of the wall.

“sirius- my brother, i mean…” regulus corrected himself. refusing to say sirius or james’ names seemed to be a strange expression of respect to each other- a promise of secrecy.

“my brother has a nasty habit of ignoring people like that. we would play card games with each other after he took beatings from my mother. you know, to get our minds off it.” regulus explained, looking to the side of the room as he spoke.

“but as we grew up, he got much colder. i’ve talked to him maybe three times this year. he acts like he doesn’t know who i am.”

remus listened intently, nodding in understanding.

“it’s funny- at family gatherings we still stick together. joke about our cousins while we hide in his room. but as soon as we come back to school, he sees me as nothing. another black family member to watch out for.”

regulus scoffed quietly, turning back to remus.

“i wish he knew you the way i do” remus said casually, lighting up another cigarette. “this would be much easier for the both of you.”

‘i wish he knew you the way i do’

those words lingered in regulus’ mind for a while. did remus know him? of course he did- but he didn’t see him- not the way sirius once did. he didn’t experience regulus- he didn’t talk to him outside of the astronomy tower.

but nonetheless, they were much closer than either of them had liked.

remus paused.

“you know he still loves you, right?” remus asked, looking into his eyes, only to meet an unnerving stare. unwavering in its coldness; its refusal to blink.

“of course he loves me. he’s my brother. but i don’t like it’s the type of love most people are familiar with,” regulus said.

remus tilted his head to the side. “how so?” he asked.

“you know how you love someone because you have to? like, you have to love your parents, even if they’re terrible.”

remus shook his head. “don’t have ‘em” he laughed pitifully. regulus smiled- a rare occurrence. “okay, okay- like… your caregiver?” he asked.

only then did remus nod in understanding. he thought of the coordinator at his boys home. she was an arse, but he still would visit her in the hospital if she got hit by a bus.

“i don’t love my brother like that. i don’t love him because he’s my brother and i have to. but, i also don’t love him as a person? like how you love the red head and her two little friends.”

remus pursed his lips. “so you just love him? not out of obligation or fondness, just cause?” he asked.

“not ‘just cause’. it’s involuntary, yet careful.”

regulus looked at remus, trying to gouge a sense of understanding from the other boy. a sense of understanding in which he received.

“i know exactly what you mean.”

two weeks passed and hogwarts was now empty. remus was couch surfing around wales with a few drug addicts and university burnouts, sneaking into bars and reading in messy rooms while his friends light up in front of him. he didn’t care though, as long as he wasn’t in the boy’s home.

regulus was wasting away his summer at his family home. his spare time was spent in front of his bedroom mirror, practicing polite smiles and agreeable gestures for the endless amount of dinner parties he was forced to attend.

regulus would hear yelling from down the hall as he stared at the mirror, forcing eye contact with himself.

he imagined himself as the voice from the hall, proud and stubborn. and as he looked in the mirror, he saw it.

he saw her.

when his brother knocked on his door in the middle of the night he was half asleep. he got up slowly and carefully. but when regulus finally mustered up the courage to open the door, there was nobody there.

regulus wondered if remus would understand what it was like to live so carefully. he sure didn’t act like it- running a muck around the school and such. but he would know better than to get up for a ghost, wouldn’t he?

or at least, he hoped he would.

it wasn’t until around october of that year that regulus talked to remus again. when regulus came to the astronomy tower for the first time since that night before summer break, remus had changed.

remus now knew what it was like to be more than ignored by sirius. he had been destroyed by him.

a/n: LOL i got like 4 reposts and a comment on that moonwater post and i felt like i JUST HAD to write u guys sumn. i haven’t proofread it bc i can’t be bothered, but i’m sure it’s somewhat comprehensible lol.

anyways!! i really hope i did the characters justice!! i might do another 2 parts for their talk abt the prank and christmas 1976 and for their first few meetings in regulus’s third year ^_^

also sorry if the timeline is messed up, i’m on the beginning of my third re-read and the last time i finished it was in march lol

have a merry christmas !!!

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Heyy request for barty getting taunted by y/n's gryffindor friends for being a 'death eater by association' because he hangs out with rosier and other 'suspicious' slytherin dudes and to everyone's shock y/n gets super defensive over barty and then he's just happy that someone believes in him 😊 💛

I believe in you

Bart Crouch Jr and gn! reader

Summary: Y/n is the only one that believes Barty is good

Warnings: swearing

A/n: 1.4k words, hi, so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it, enjoy

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Barty sighed he had spent the last hour laying on the common room floor until it was time to meet you, not knowing what to do with himself

“Least Salazar had good taste in rugs” he says to himself, hands pushing into the soft emerald carpet

Suddenly a shadow covered him “What are you doing?” Barty squints for a second before realising it was Snape

“Contemplating life” he says casually

He was in a way, he was trying to decide whether he wanted to tell you how he felt, but there were some things standing in the way. Your friends weren’t exactly thrilled that you and he were friends, let alone the possibility of going any further than that.

He knew hanging out with Evan, Regulus, and Snape, as well as other future ‘deatheaters’ made him considered dangerous, but what else was he to do? Ignore all three of his dorm mates, who despite their parents were lovely people, ostracise himself from his entire house due to ideals that were placed upon it because the founder and his descendants were an arseholes?

He sometimes wondered if you felt that way, if you had fears he would become ‘evil’, you were acquaintances with the marauders after all. Mostly Remus and Peter but he had seen Sirius trying to flirt with you, something that made him realise his feelings for you were far from platonic.

“Well can you do that somewhere else? I can’t study over you Bart”

He groans sitting up “Fine. You know Sev, if you spend less time studying dark arts and more time studying people you might have a chance with your own sweet lion” he says with a cheeky smile

Snape rolls his eyes “We can’t all have memories like yours Bart, say does your sweet lion know of your photographic memory or are you still pretending you don’t know anything?”

“They don’t but just because I remember everything doesn’t mean I understand it Sev. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Barty stands up, brushing down his clothes to smooth them out “…I’m going to go meet them, 30 minutes is too long to wait in your wonderful company” he says the last part sarcastically, ruffling Snape’s hair playfully

Barty headed to the library, knowing you had a study session with your friends there before your own with him. You and he never studied in the library as it was in his own words ‘dreadfully dull’. It was too quiet and he couldn't talk to you freely, make you laugh at his rather terrible jokes nor confess his feelings should the right moment arrive

Soon he found you and y friends, you were facing away from him while your three friends where sitting around the circular table, all clocking his approach so he takes a seat at a nearby table, deciding to just wait there for you

“Where did you say you had to rush off to at two, y/n?” one of your friends asks and Barty looks up, he didn’t mean to listen but considering all three of your friends where sending him glares when you weren’t looking it was clear they were trying to taunt him

“I’m meeting Barty” you say simply but he doesn’t need to see your face to know you have a smile on your face

He sees the middle one rolls her eyes “You know y/n you really shouldn’t be hanging out with him” she says already vexed, something the boy found rather amusing but as the comments continue his amusement fades

“She’s right y/n, he’s a Slytherin he can’t be trusted”

“That’s rather prejudice don’t you think” you say nicely and Barty smiles, you were too sweet for your own good, maybe he was holding you back, a bad influence

“Come on y/n”

“He hangs out with Rosier for Godric’s sake, his father is one of the worst”

“And the younger Black brother, you heard what happened with Sirius, he ran away from that house because they are all evil. If Regulus was anything but that he would have gone with him”

Both of those made Barty’s blood boil, the fact they had no idea what was really happening, the depression Regulus was going through without his brother, the fear of merlin Evan had for his parents.

At the same time he felt like he was going to puke, maybe your friends were right, his friends would most likey end up on the wrong side of the war whether they want it or not and...may bring him with them

“Why should who he is friends are matter? How does that define his character?” you ask looking at them

“Because he’ll become a deatheater, he will y/n, you know that and he’ll only be using you for information. His friends are future deatheaters, who he associates with shows you his real face”

“He hangs out with me so I must be a deatheater then too” you snap at them, your sharp tone surprising Barty

Your friends look shocked too “That’s not what we meant y/n, we’re saying…”

“Well stop” you silence them “You are wrong, Barty is a good person. It doesn’t matter who his friends are because they don’t define him, don’t make me believe less in him. Gordic, what would expect him to do, just not speak to anyone in his house? You know you are right about one thing, who your friends with do matter and I don’t want to be friends with any of you anymore”

Barty’s eyes widen, a smile adorning his face at your defence of his character not noticing all the stares flicking between you and him

“You don’t mean that” one manages to get out

“Yes, I do. He isn’t dark, he isn’t going to be a deatheater and if he did it’s because of people like you” you shout at them not caring who hears “You wonder why Slytherins act the way they do, keep to themselves? It’s because you see the green tie and automatically think they are bad, so how are you any better than the few that see a muggleborn and hate them. Merlin have you met some Gryffindor’s? They are just as bad but you ignore it because they're in a red tie”

Your friends were bound to silence as was most of the library, even the librarian didn’t interrupt you. Everyone you knew was there, the marauders looked shocked but Remus and Peter had small smiles creeping, Lily looked guilty at another table, Regulus and Evan looks pleasantly surprised, Pandora was just smiling at you, bless her heart, and the rest were a mixture of shock and disgust. A Gryffindor defending a Slytherin was unheard of but one publicly defending them was even more so in current climates

“Well if you excuse me” you voice had returned now to its soft nature “I have someone to…” you turn around to see Barty standing there smiling at you “…meet”

You walk up to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him out of the library.

He follows willingly and when you are out of sight of everyone else he stops you “Y/n doll slow down” he chuckles at you

You peer up at him “Sorry” you apologise, frown lines still on your face “Don’t believe them” you say firmly “Don’t let any of them get to you” you take his other hand “They are mean and wrong”

He looks at you fondly “You’re wonderful you know that right” his thumbs graze over your knuckles

You bite your smile smiling “I do now” you say quietly

One of his hands leave yours and cup your cheek “Thanks for believing in me, I was starting to think no one did” he confesses

“Well they're stupid” you say and he laughs

His fingers move to tilt your head so it’s in line with his, leaning in slowly and letting your noses brush “I like you, more than like you actually…I'm pretty sure I’m in love you”

Your eyes light up “That’s good because I’m pretty sure I love you too” you say and with your confession he wastes no more time, lips capturing yours in a soft kiss

Thank you for reading 💛

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Marauders Band Au

“Reggie are you almost here it’s about to start?” Sirius yelled into the phone, obviously trying to talk over some sort of noise on his end.

“Just coming through the door now Sirius don’t get your knickers in a twist and for the love of god, don’t call me Reggie!” Regulus grumbled into the phone as he glanced around.

The room was packed. People took up nearly the entire floor, making it difficult to breathe never-mind move. The air was humid and Regulus could start to feel himself break a sweat. There was a median sized stage at the back half of the room with speakers stacked on top of each other until they were taller than Regulus quite substantially. Regulus glanced around, past the drunks at the bar and the stoners in the corner until he caught a glimpse of his friends.

At the corner of the room, not too far from the stage, stood Regulus’ four best friends. Dorcas could be seen wearing a sequinned, dark green dress and texting on her phone, completely ignoring whatever Barty was rambling on about this time. Pandora was next to Cas and seemed to be wearing a white, floral dress that went down past her knees( Regulus thought this was a brave choice on her part). Finally, just in front of her, he saw Barty and Evan barely standing as Evan leaned up against the wall to support Barty who now appeared to be hanging on to Evan for dear life. Evan was in a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans (the most casual Regulus had seen him in years) and Barty was in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, similar to Evan’s just slightly darker. Barty looked well on his way to getting shit faced while Evan looked slightly more sober and was just trying to support Barty in his drinking escapade.

Barty had made a bet with himself at the beginning of the year that he would drink a spirit from every country possible that year. Now, it is March and Barty has successfully tried a spirit from 23 different countries (well he says successfully, however after the Wales incident Regulus wasn’t as optimistic as Barty) The most he’s managed to tick off in a night was 6 ( Germany, Russia, Switzerland, France, Greece and Spain) in a total of about 4 hours out.

Regulus tried to make his way over, pushing passes the sweaty, dancing people who moved on the beat to House of Fun by Madness. The whole night was a tribute to Madness that Sirius had begged Regulus to attend as his band was playing. Regulus didn’t want to go, he doesn’t really like leaving the flat but he made a promise to Sirius that he would show up and he couldn’t be bothered with Sirius’ incessant nagging.Also, he had never seen his brother’s band perform before and was very hopeful that their gig would be a total flop, as to allow Regulus to take the piss out of his brother for at least a year. He really hoped this was the case.

Pushing past a group of people who looked off their heads, Regulus finally managed to reach his friends. The corner they were in was the least grimy in the entire club as the floor wasn’t drenched in sweat or sick yet. However, a closer look on Barty’s face did not fill Regulus with hope that it would be clean for much longer.

“Barty, if you throw up on me i hope you know i will castrate you with a pair of scissors!” Regulus piped up when Barty’s eyes finally work their way onto Regulus.

“You wouldn’t dare Reg, or Evan might actually start cryi… ouch!” Barty shut up pretty quickly when Evan elbowed him full pelt in the rib cage.

“Good to see you Regulus, I was starting to think you weren’t gonna show and then I would’ve killed you for condemning us to this absolute torture!” Dorcas pulled Regulus into a sidewards hug and ruffled his hair, much to his annoyance.

“I wouldn’t miss my brother making a total tot of himself for all of the gems in the crown jewels!” Regulus joked causing the group to break out in laughter.

The lights in the club, somehow, grew dimmer and a spotlight shone out, illuminating the stage. The crowd began to quiet down as the band made their way into the light.

Sirius had given his brother a brief rundown of the band members and what they looked like, so he wouldn’t be completely lost on who everyone was. Regulus, unsurprisingly, didn’t care about the other members, and was only there to support (cough mock cough) his older brother. However, this rundown did seem to come in handy as he managed to recognise all of the band members based on Sirius’ precise, if anything a little biased, descriptions.

The first member of the band to walk on was a small, meek looking man who was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt that’s only notable distinction was a red plaid pocket, making him very non descript. However, non-descript was the exact term used by Sirius to describe the fashion sense of one Peter Pettigrew. Regulus’ assumptions were proven correct when he saw the man approach the guitar that was leant up at the right side of the stage and placed the strap above his head, proving that he was the rhythm guitarist.

Next to walk onto the stage was a very tall looking guy who was very handsome, in Regulus’ opinion. He was wearing an oversized jumper that looked like it belonged to someone three times the wearer’s age and a pair of jeans accessorised with some black, doc marten boots with red, plaid laces. The light hit the boy’s face which illuminated a soft, silver-ish scar right across his nose, and some soft freckles which, combined with the jumper, made him seem very friendly and attractive. This one was also very obvious to Regulus of who he was. This was Remus Lupin.

Sirius went on for an hour about Lupin and Regulus got the feeling that Sirius didn’t feel entirely platonic towards the boy. Regulus could see why, with how attractive he is standing in that light.

Lupin picked up the heavy looking bass guitar and started to fiddle with it as the next person made their way onto stage. Regulus wasn’t paying much attention to what was going hope, hoping that they would all hurry up and get in with the show so that he could go home and sleep, praying that his brother didn’t take too much longer to get on stage. So Regulus was entirely unprepared for what he saw before him as he looked at the stage.

The person that had made their way on stage had not been his brother, but the last member of the band otherwise, the drummer. Regulus had heard so much about the drummer throughout his life from his older brother, him being Sirius’ best friend, but nothing could’ve prepared Regulus for what he saw on the stage that night. The boy that Regulus had never met and who he never particularly liked the idea of meeting. He looked up and saw the face on one James Potter.

James was one of the most beautiful things Regulus had ever looked at in his life. The boy had unruly hair that looked like there had been some attempt to tame it but to no avail. His skin was golden like the sun and his eyes were a pool of caramelised chocolate hidden behind the gold frames of his round glasses. He was quite tall but still looked short in comparison to Lupin. He was adorning a white t shirt with a band logo on it that Regulus vaguely recognised from Sirius’ wall as the Rolling stones. His jeans were a bright blue and he had a red, plaid jacket on. To match his jacket, his shoes were bright red converse that looked worn around the sole. He looked truly ethereal.

Regulus was stunned. He had heard of James Potter many times before from his brother but he never would’ve imagined that he would be so handsome. As James raised his hands dramatically and bowed to the crowd, Regulus noticed the golden ring that adorned his left middle finger and the matching golden chain found around his neck. Regulus rolled his eyes at this display of idiocy and when he looked back, James had moved to go and sit behind the drum kit.

Lastly, Regulus noticed a long, black ponytail walking onto the stage. Sirius.

Sirius was in a cropped t-shirt with a queen logo adorning the front (Sirius was impressed that his brother actually knew who queen was) and a short, red, tartan skirt that watched with the plaid the other members seemed to be wearing. Regulus had only just picked up on the pattern. His shoes were platform heel boots in black leather and he was wearing his signature leather jacket. The bright light of the spotlight made Sirius look very pale, other than the dark lines around and under his eyes and the dark red lipstick that he was, surprisingly, rocking. His hands were adorned with many silver ring and more jewellery than Regulus thought was necessary. However, looking at the fact Regulus was currently wearing 8 rings just to go to his brother’s gig, he believed maybe he couldn’t pass judgement.

“ Jesus Christ, it is just a a dick fest in here!” Dorcas piped up as the band started to mutter amongst themselves.

Regulus grinned at his friend before he opened his mouth and said, “ this is payback for the amount of times you’ve dragged me to your girlfriend’s gigs” Dorcas chuckled at this and shoved him slightly.

Sirius took a look around of the audience and his eyes caught on his brother. His grin grew wider than Regulus thought was possible as his brother winked at his brother. Regulus rolled his eyes but smiled back at his brother. Sirius looked forward and began to speak into the mic.

“Good evening She’s, he’s, they’s and gays. Are you ready for some Madness.”

The crowd screamed in response and it took off Regulus’ efforts to not walk straight out of there. He hated loud noises and large crowds so this was his hell. But looking up at his brother made him realise he had to stay. For him.

Fuck. “ Well ok, if you insist.” Sirius grinned at the crowed before he turned to the back and nodded at his best friend. Regulus heard a deep but light and happy voice shout “ Let’s go” before the sound of the cowbell showed the intro to baggy trousers.

Regulus laughs as he watched his older brother jump and run around on the small stage like it was Wembley. He shredded on the guitar in a manner that didn’t really fit madness but no one in the audience seemed to mind. He really did know how to engross an audience.

The next song, our house, started and Barty began to scream loudly before he yelled,” I love this song so much, Ev, Reggie come dance with me.”

And maybe it was the fact that his brother was playing, or the fact that he’d had quite a bit to drink ( curtesy of Pandora who was convinced he needed to bring a flask with him to the show), but Regulus decided to screw it. He grabbed Barty and Evan and pulled them further onto the dance house and they jumped up and down to Our House. Dorcas and Pandora were still in the corner but dancing together as they watched the boys make total arses of themselves. But they didn’t care. They were having fun.

After about an hour, including Barty running to the bathroom to throw up half way through House of Fun, Pandora pulling Regulus in to dance during Embarrassment and Dorcas screaming every word to Driving in my Car with his brother, Sirius approached the mic and said, “Right, this is gonna be our last song of the night, but to finish off the show i’m gonna swap places with our drummer as he sings you the final song. So come on everyone, give him a round of applause.”

A loud applause erupted as Sirius got up and went to sit at the small piano that seemed to be situated next to the drum kit . The drummer, James, stepped up to the front of the stage and placed the guitar over his head before speaking into the mic.

“ Hello, ladies and gentlemen, have you enjoyed the show?” Everyone whooped and shouted ( including Barty and Evan who were even more drunk than before) “ well we have one more dog for you that i’m gonna sing so please join in if you know the words and feel free to dance along.”

The first chords of the piano echoed through the place and the crowd erupted with applause. James opened his mouth and began to sing. His voice was slightly more gravelly than Sirius’ but it was beautiful and fit the song wonderfully. Regulus couldn’t tear his eyes away from the boy whose voice mesmerised him. Sirius had moved onto the drums as well as the piano, multitasking as the show off he is.

Regulus’ eyes never left James as he continued to watch the man sing. However, in the sax solo that was changed to guitar ( played by peter this time) James looked into the crowd and caught his eyes. He seemed to visibly soften and tense at the same time, as he gazed in Regulus’ eyes. Regulus had no clue what to do, he was caught in a stale mate with James potter.

James began to sing again but he never took his eyes off Regulus as he sang, “ It must be love, love , love” to Regulus and Regulus alone.

The song finished and the crowd burst out in applause and loud whooping but Regulus just looked at James as the drummer smiled softly at him and winked before turning away. Regulus felt his cheeks heat up as he watched his brother and the band walk to the front and bow before their adoring crowd. Regulus didn’t know what to do.

But as his brother looked at him, Regulus tried to forget the butterflies in his stomach that appeared when James had sung to him as he applauded his brother and rolled his eyes at this antics. He tried to forget…

he tried and failed.

I can’t work short stuff so this happened when i wanted to write a short fic idea one day. Also, i’m not sure how well written this is so if there are any issues please let me know. Hope you enjoy.

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