#but reggie the disappointment was there instead

[arcadekitten]

hey hey !!! absolutely love your work !!! literally have been grinding all your games these last two days and you never failed to disappoint me!! you're truly amazing at what you do!!! <3 [SPOILER FOR CEMETERY MARY - REGINALD/ TWYLA ROUTE] also silly random question that I think needs a spoiler warning?? but what was the phone calls that Reginald takes when he's with Mary at the diner / and when mary looks for the rats in his apartment to excuse himself???

This is so sweet of you, thank you so much!! ♡ (Though assuming your intentions are nice I think some of the wording here is a little off haha--no biggie!)

As for your question though, that's something I still can't answer as Reginald has many secrets that can't be revealed just yet!

#just for the record #'you never fail to disappoint me' implies that i have been disappointing you #LOLOLOL #but again given your message is sweet I assume you meant the opposite instead haha! #cemetery mary #reginald #reggie #reginald tetra #ask

[theostrophywife]

le coup de foudre.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: my love mine all mine by mitski.

author's note: this was a result of me binging dune and call me by your name. whoever fancasted timothee chalamet as regulus deserves a forehead kith cause look at him. he's so boyfriend coded it makes me sick.

Regulus Black did not believe in love at first sight. 

It was a foolish notion. One that contradicted his pragmatic beliefs. At his core, Regulus was a realist. In his world, love was not a luxury one could afford. Regulus was raised with the expectation to marry according to class, wealth, and most importantly, blood status. The noble and most ancient house of Black only took the purest of the pure. 

After all, toujours pur, always pure, has been his family’s motto for centuries. There has never been any doubt in his mind that he’d marry another member of the sacred twenty eight. It wasn’t a matter of if, only a question of when. 

During his sixth year, his mother made her intentions very clear. Walburga Black was adamant that he begin his search for a suitable bride. Leave it to his mother to compose a list of ladies she deemed suitable to become the future Mrs. Black. Regulus was to adhere to the carefully curated roster. They were names that he’d seen a million times before. Greengrass, Prewett, Rosier. Girls he’d grown up with and inadvertently had absolutely no interest in. 

Still, his mother was insistent so Regulus complied. He took the girls out on dates. The formula was rather simple: dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town followed by a walk around the city square in which he offered to buy his date a dessert like the proper gentleman his mother raised him to be. Despite the fact that Regulus had the entire process down to a science, the dates were always unsatisfactory. 

He was polite, of course. Opened the door, pulled out their chair, asked the appropriate level of questions to get to know his counterpart, but by the time the appetizers arrived, Regulus was on the verge of stabbing himself with the butter knife just to rouse himself from boredom. 

Regulus placed no blame on the girls. They were only doing what their families had raised them to do. Sit pretty, chew gracefully, agree with his opinions. All while wearing breakneck heels and a smile to boot. It was all terribly fucked up, but this was the world they lived in. 

The more he went on these dates, the more he realized that he didn’t want some pretty, docile wife. What he truly needed was someone who was willing to challenge him, to call him out on his bullshit, to argue with him when his own stubbornness prevented him from seeing reason. Regulus came to the horrible, earth-shattering realization that he probably wouldn’t find a woman like that on his mother’s list. 

As he walked back from another mind numbing date, Regulus grappled with this newfound dilemma. He didn’t want to endure another one of these disastrous dates. He didn’t want to sit through an entire meal making small talk. He definitely didn’t want to disappoint another girl by not kissing them at the end of the night. 

It wasn’t like any of them liked him anyways. Though they loved the idea of Regulus Black, he was quite certain that they wouldn’t afford the same affections to Reggie—the real and true version of himself. The one that Sirius often said Regulus kept in a neatly locked cage.

He wished he could be more like his brother. Sirius had always been the brave one. It was that infamous Gryffindor boldness that prompted his older brother to rebel against his family’s expectations. Instead of heeding to their mother’s ridiculous list, Sirius chose to date Remus in open defiance to Walburga’s orders. It resulted in him getting kicked out of 12 Grimmauld Place and burned off the family portrait, but Sirius didn’t seem to mind one bit.  

In a lot of ways, Regulus envied his brother. Sirius had the guts to stand up for himself. He wasn’t burdened by the crippling pressure of pleasing their mother. In all honesty, Reggie wondered if such a thing was even achievable. As he brooded, Regulus found himself on the shores of the Black Lake. His body had taken him here on autopilot. It was his only place of refuge in the castle. 

Regulus paced the rickety wooden dock. His mind was working so fast, so many thoughts spinning in his head, that it felt like he might work himself up to a fit. This has always been his problem. Sirius often said that he lived in his head too much. He frowned, trying and failing to get ahold of himself. For once, he wished he could just shut his brain off entirely.

Just then, Regulus felt a drop of water hit his head. He looked up and found dark, gray clouds hovering over the horizon. The stormcloud broke open and unleashed torrential rain all around him. Fucking fantastic. The world truly couldn’t give him a bloody break, could it? 

With a sigh, Regulus began making his way back. The ground was sodden underneath his feet, his boots sinking into the sand and dragging behind his black coat. The waves lapped violently across the shore as the wind lashed against the murky waters. Regulus was almost at the edge of the beach when he spotted you. 

A flash of movement from the corner of his eye. Regulus stopped dead in his tracks. There, at the mouth of the Black Lake, in the middle of the pouring rain, stood a girl with the most breathtaking smile he had ever seen. 

Regulus was fairly certain that you had History of Magic together. He sat behind you in class, passed by you in the halls, even reached for the same book in the forbidden section of the library once, but Reggie had never once seen that smile. The gravity of it threatened to knock the very breath from his lungs. 

There was something carefree about you. The way you spread your arms, tilted your head back, and laughed in the midst of the rain and thunder. Almost like you were welcoming the storm. 

It was only when your eyes locked that Regulus realized he was staring. You cocked your head at him, trailing your gaze from the curls plastered against his cheek to the nice button down and freshly pressed trousers that were now soaked from the rain, down to the shiny leather boots that were now digging into the sand. You seemed amused at the sight of him.

Ever the perfect gentleman, Regulus snapped out of his daze and jogged over to you. Without hesitation, he raised his coat over your head to shield you from the rain even though you were already both drenched. 

“What are you doing out in the rain?” Regulus asked, his voice full of genuine concern. “You’ll catch a cold.” 

You stepped out of the refuge of his expensive looking coat and held your hand out, catching droplets in your palm. “I don’t mind. I just…I just needed to feel the rain on my skin, that’s all.”

You supposed it must’ve seemed strange to him, but the rain always made you feel better. Lately, life had been just a little too overwhelming. There was so much pressure to do well in classes, to hang out with friends while balancing your clubs and sports, as well as making time to write back to your parents. When it all became a bit too much, you tended to come to the Black Lake for some sort of refuge. The rain was just an added bonus. 

If Regulus found your behavior bizarre, he didn’t say. Instead, he just smiled softly. “Well, you got your wish. It’s soaked out here.” 

“I know,” you responded with an enthusiastic nod. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” 

“Standing out in the pouring rain? On a beach where lightning can strike me down at any second? Yes, it’s absolutely splendid.”

Your mouth quirked in amusement. “No one’s telling you to stay out here.” You nodded towards the castle. “You’re more than welcome to take your brooding inside where it’s warm and dry. Not to mention, free of the dangers of lightning strikes, which are extremely rare by the way.” 

“With my luck, I might be the poor one in a million git who gets torched while getting insulted by a pretty girl.” 

“Did I insult you?’ you quipped back. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You accused me of brooding.” 

“I didn’t accuse, I stated. Even the Wizengamot would have to rule that you were, in fact, brooding.” 

Regulus raised a brow. “What happened to innocent before proven guilty?” 

“Unfortunately, the evidence is overwhelming and the verdict is set. You, Regulus Black, have been sentenced for glaring at the Black Lake so menacingly that even the giant squid refuses to come to shore. Off to Azkaban you go.” 

“Do you promise to write me letters? Update me of how the world’s progressed without my dazzling presence?” 

“It would be my genuine pleasure.” 

Regulus chuckled at your dry humor. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d bantered like this with anyone, much less with a strange not-so-stranger. You sat down on the wet sand and patted the spot beside you with a grin.

“Why don’t you take a seat and tell me all about your troubles.” 

Beyond the bleak horizon, the spires of the castle peeked through the gray clouds. Regulus thought of the common room where his housemates would no doubt be gathered around the ornate fireplace for warmth. Knowing his friends, they’d probably be indulging in spiked hot chocolate and playing some childish drinking game. A few minutes ago, nothing appealed to him more, but now Regulus found himself choosing the violent rain and soggy sand. All because of you, his mystery girl.

You leaned back on your elbows and cocked your head at him. “What ails you, Mr. Black?” 

“That depends. How much do you bill per hour?” 

“Fortunately for you, I’m in a generous mood so I’ll throw in a free session. Consider it my pro-bono work.” 

“How kind of you,” Regulus said with a serious expression. “My brother’s been nagging me to see a mind healer for years. All that childhood trauma, you know.” 

A small smile tugged at your lips, revealing a set of dimples that he found rather charming. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.” 

“My brother is Sirius. I’m Regulus, remember?” 

You snorted in a very unladylike manner, which only made Regulus grin. There was something so unapologetically you in your laugh that was absolutely endearing to him. Regulus smiled and knocked his shoulder against yours. 

You mimicked the action and smiled back at him. “All sarcasm aside, I was being genuine. If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.” 

"Do you often offer therapy sessions to complete strangers?"

"Only to surly Slytherins with sad eyes and pretty curls," you quipped back. "And we're not strangers. I sit behind you in potions. We're practically best mates."

"You think my curls are pretty?"

"Like a little cherub's. Are you quite sure you haven't escaped from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel? You look like one of Michelangelo's angels. Except with way more scowling." Regulus grinned. He got the feeling that you always said whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. It was refreshing. "There's a smile. See? Our session is already progressing."

"I think you might get more than you bargained for with me, I'm afraid."

You met the challenge in his words head on. "Try me."

“You were right. I’m definitely guilty of brooding.” 

“What happened?” 

Regulus hesitated for a moment. He had never been the type of person to be candid with his feelings, especially not with someone he barely knew. Usually, he just kept his thoughts to himself and ruminated on them in the privacy of his dorm until he drove himself mad by overthinking, but your presence brought him an unexplainable ease. For once in his life, Regulus chose not to question it. 

“I’ve had a long night,” he said, tucking his knees up to his chest. “I just got back from a date.” 

“It didn’t go well?” 

“It was…fine. It’s always fine. But it’s the same thing over and over again, just with a different girl.” 

“I wouldn’t have taken you for a playboy, Regulus Black.”

Regulus chuckled. “I’m not some unscrupulous rake, I assure you.” 

“Yes, that much is obvious from your use of the word unscrupulous.” You tucked your legs underneath you. “So why go on all of these dates if you find them so tedious?” 

“It’s my mother,” Regulus explained. “She has this list.” 

“A list?” 

“Yes, a list of girls that I’m to court. Noble, pureblooded, proper ladies of society that my mother has deemed worthy of marriage.” 

“You’re seventeen years old. Shouldn’t you be worrying about quidditch games and potions exams?” 

Regulus nodded. “Yes, one would think. But my family has always been different. Since my brother left, my parents have been obsessed with grooming me into becoming the perfect heir.” 

“How do you feel about that?” 

He sighed. “Stifled. Exhausted. Smothered. I can feel the weight of their expectations weighing me down every second of every day.” 

“I’m sorry, Regulus. That’s a terrible burden to carry.” 

Regulus shrugged. “Others have it worse.” 

“It doesn’t mean that your problem is any less heavy.” 

To Regulus, the acknowledgement felt oddly validating. Even though you knew nothing of his circumstance, there was wisdom in your words and you delivered it delicately, like you actually cared to hear his troubles. You were devoid of the judgment he'd grown accustomed to and he found that rather freeing.

“It’s just…sometimes I think that I’ll never be the perfect son. My brother, he’s always been the brave one. Classic Gryffindor,” he said with an eye roll. You chuckled, but stayed silent. It was obvious that Regulus had a myriad of thoughts to unpack tonight and you were more than happy to just listen. “Sirius has never cared what anyone thought about him, least of all our parents. I admire that about him, but I just don’t think I’m wired that way. I care too much.” 

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” you said softly. “Apathy is so common nowadays, finding someone who can admit that they care is refreshing. Though, I think it’s not without limits. You can’t please everyone. No matter what you do, someone is going to have something to complain about. You might as well be yourself.” 

“That’s exactly the problem,” Regulus pondered. “All of these girls on my mother's list, I think they like the idea of Regulus Black, but he’s an illusion. It isn’t the real me.” 

“Then who is the real you?” 

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m just Reggie. I like playing quidditch and reading depressing literature and memorizing obscure history facts. I hate messy rooms and orange juice and anything that crawls.”  

You smiled. “And what kind of girl does Reggie like?” 

“Someone witty. Someone funny. Someone who’ll argue with me. Someone who doesn’t just nod and agree with everything I say."

"So what you're saying is that you don't want a nice girl?"

Regulus shook his head. "No, I think I need someone who challenges me. Who sees me for who I am rather than what I represent. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the girls on my mother’s list are lovely, but I don’t think they’d actually like me if they knew who I really am.” 

“I don’t know, Reggie seems like a great guy. That Regulus bloke, on the other hand…” you scrunched your nose in disapproval. 

“Hey!” Regulus chided, “I’m pouring my heart out to you. That took a lot of courage, you know.” 

“You’re very brave, Reggie,” you said with a grin. “But you know what would be even braver?” 

Regulus squinted in the rain as you stood to your feet. Lightning crackled over the horizon, illuminating you with an ethereal silver glow. You held out your hand to him. “Come dance with me.” 

“Deathly afraid of being struck by lightning, remember?” 

“Sorry, what?” You asked as you shimmied around him. It wasn’t graceful by any means. It was the goofiest thing he’d ever seen and yet he’d never been so enthralled. You danced without a care in the world and it made him genuinely laugh. “I can’t hear you over all the fun I’m having.” 

"This is ridiculous," he said over the roaring thunder.

You shrugged. "Perhaps. But everyone's allowed to be a little ridiculous sometimes. Besides, I was asking Reggie not Regulus."

“Are you really trying to peer pressure me into dancing with you?” 

“That depends,” you replied with a cheeky smile. “Is it working?” 

Regulus conceded with a sigh and leapt to his feet. The youngest Black brother bowed like a proper gentleman. “May I have this dance, my lady?"

“You may, good sir.” 

You grinned up at him as he took you by the waist and waltzed with you across the sand. Surprisingly, Regulus let you take the lead. He chuckled when you stepped on his toes and laughed even harder when you tried to twirl him. Towering a good foot over you, Regulus had to fully crouch for the maneuver to work. 

Finally, you gave up the formality and just spun around in dizzying circles. There was absolutely no rhyme or rhythm to it. Just two idiots dancing in the rain with the biggest smiles on their faces. 

Your coordination, or lack thereof, caused you to almost faceplant into the sand. Regulus yelped as you took him down with you. By the time you recovered from the laughing fit, the two of you were red-faced, out of breath, and laying side by side along the shore. He turned over to you and brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“That was the most fun I’ve had in years.” 

“See? There’s more to life than just being moody and melancholic.” 

“So this mystery girl of mine keeps reminding me,” Regulus said with a smile. “You never told me your name, by the way.” 

“Wow, you don’t even know my name? I’m offended, Reggie. We’ve only been in classes together since fifth year.” 

“I—we’ve never been introduced—” 

You broke out into a smile and giggled. You thought it was cute that Reggie was so easily flustered. “I’m just kidding, Reggie.” 

He sighed in relief as you stuck out your hand. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.” 

Regulus slipped his hand into yours. He cocked his head, studying your eyes and your smile and those cute little dimples. 

Y/N. The last name on his mother’s list. The one he saved for last because he didn’t know who she was. 

The French had a saying—le coup de foudre. The infamous phrase translated to a bolt of lightning or love at first sight. Regulus had long dismissed it as flowery prose, but thanks to his mystery girl, he started to think that maybe the Parisians were onto something because meeting you tonight felt preordained. A date with fate. Like a bolt of lightning streaking through his dark, endless skies.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

You grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Reggie.” 

Regulus smiled and laced your fingers together. He was frozen, it was raining, and he was fairly certain that you were both probably going to catch a cold, but he didn’t care. In that moment, as he stared up at the sky, blinking back the rain, and intertwining his fingers with yours, Regulus had never felt more content. 

So no, Regulus did not believe in love at first sight, but love at second, third, and even fourth glance? He smiled a little as he gazed back at you, letting his gaze linger as he drank in that infectious laugh and sunny grin. 

You made him think that maybe, just maybe, a girl like you could convert a skeptic like him into a devout believer.

#ok but when can i run my fingers through reggie's curls hm? when is it my turn to be happy? #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus black fic #the marauders #the marauders era

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 19 - Prompt: Past @wolfstarmicrofic

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Sirius promptly choked on the chip he’d just popped in his mouth. He coughed and spluttered as he tried to dislodge the offending bit from his throat. Thankfully, he didn’t drown in the tea he chased it with.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked, reaching over to pat his back. The slight wince as he stretched hit Sirius like a fist to the chest.

“Fine!” His voice came out strangled and far higher than normal. Sirius cleared his throat, then tried to move past that mortifying moment with a joke. “I’m fine. You’d think I’d know better by now than to try to breathe with my mouth full.”

Remus’s eyebrows shot up, then he grinned. “It’s been awhile, yeah? Muscle memory fades with disuse, you know.”

Sirius coughed through a laugh. It was impressive how quickly Remus recovered that time. He’d already adapted to Sirius’s flirtatious deflections within a few days of meeting him.

Almost as impressive as those hands.

Heat flared at the base of his neck and climbed to his cheeks. Sirius fanned his face as he reached for his tea. He hoped Remus would assume the flush was from a lack of oxygen instead of embarrassment.

It was official, he was having A MomentTM right now. It was the only explanation for his overwhelming reaction to Remus today. He’d nearly dropped their lunches when Remus groaned earlier and now he was choking on a chip while watching the man lick his fingers.

Why the fuck was that so hot?

Sirius rather enjoyed the warmth in his chest when Remus did something particularly adorable, like when he twirled the cord from his jacket around his finger or tugged on his beanie with a sheepish grin. This comically theatric finger-licking incident should have caused the same reaction. Remus was not even trying to make it sexual. The man was bundled up in a thick jumper with a crocheted blanket in his lap and resting against a heating pad for fuck’s sake!

Yet, Sirius was vehemently repressing a shiver as he watched Remus meticulously suck the tip of each finger into his mouth. Little flicks of his tongue poking out to collect stray salt granules should not be sexy. Remus’s contented little hum as he examined each finger did nothing to dispel Sirius’s reaction.

“Anyway,” Sirius said, tearing his gaze away. “I wanted to thank you for saving James yesterday. He will probably track you down and thank you properly himself, but I couldn’t wait.”

Remus dropped his hands to his lap and shrugged. “It would be a pity for a fit bloke to drown for such a stupid reason.”

“Actually, it would have been two. No way would I have left him down there alone,” Sirius admitted. He toyed with the remaining chips on his plate. “Same for Reggie, if it had been him.”

Remus tipped his head curiously. As if a forty-five degree angle would help him better understand Sirius’s lack of self-preservation. There was nothing logical about his devotion to his best friend, or his brother.

“Really? You would have left Padfoot in your brother’s care?”

“I would hope that a compassionate stranger, like yourself, would step in to save both of them from such a fate,” Sirius teased, smirking at Remus.

“Now wait a minute, I could have kept your dog? Can I go back and-”

“Nope! Too late, you’re already a bloody hero,” Sirius interrupted cheerfully. He lifted from his seat and leaned over Remus to collect his plate. “You must be terrible at chess. Honestly Remus, ignoring an opportunity like that? It’s a bit disappointing.”

Remus cupped Sirius’s elbows as he pulled back, preventing him from standing upright or stepping away. Pale green eyes searched his face with an intensity that Sirius wasn’t expecting after their jocular tone. He arched an eyebrow questioningly.

“What?”

“I made the right choice,” Remus said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He lifted a hand to tuck the loose strands of hair that fell in front of Sirius’s face behind his ear. “The world needs more people like you, Sirius, not less.”

Well fuck me sideways.

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[musicoftheheart]

57 jegulus for drabble :))

thank you!

prompt: “Teach me to fight.”

word count: 629

It had started four months ago. Sirius had just ran away, leaving Regulus alone. Mother bore down on him harder than ever, and Father drowned himself in his bottles more often than not. It was hell, quite frankly, but there was perhaps one light in the darkness of it all.

James.

Though Regulus struggled to come to terms with it, Sirius must still have cared enough about him to send James stalking around the school grounds, following him like some sort of bodyguard. And as much as part of Regulus wanted to snap at him, tell him to piss off and run back to his brother, having James around was a small comfort in his days.

Somehow, even on the days where Regulus skipped classes to hide someplace secret and mourn the loss of his brother from his life, James still found him. He never judged, he just… held him. Stroked his hair, whispered soothing words in his ear, and hugged him. It eventually became a disappointment on the few nights where James wouldn’t find him, though Regulus never learned why he didn’t; he’d guessed by now that James and his friends likely had some sort of spell or something to find people, because they’d started getting caught pranking far less often, so it couldn’t have been that Regulus was getting any better at hiding.

Tonight, they both were laid under the stars, up in the astronomy tower. It was one of Regulus’ favourite spots to hide when he most missed his brother. With his head in James’ lap, he sometimes even fell asleep there. It was peaceful, and James never complained, so Regulus didn’t try to fight his exhaustion when he did.

This time, though, Regulus was wide awake. His eyes were fixed on his brother’s star shining brightest in the midnight sky, and it had him thinking, just as it had last night, and the night before that.

”Teach me to fight,” Regulus said suddenly. James’ hand stilled where it had been stroking through his curls.

”What?” asked James, laughing in slight astonishment.

”You heard me.”

”Okay,” he conceded, “but I don’t understand. You’re a really good duelist, Reggie.”

Regulus shifted slightly, trying not to blush under the praise. “I.. I know. I just— You’re a Gryffindor.”

James blinked down at him. “I’m not seeing your point here, love. Treat me like an idiot?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, now actually blushing. “Gryffindors are… brave. I want to— to be brave. I want to stand up to my parents, like Sirius. I want to fight instead of running or hiding like I always do.”

”You don’t alwa—“

”I’m hiding from Sirius,” Regulus pointed out. “And I hide at home behind a stupid mask of obedience. I’m… I’m hiding from you,” he added in a small whisper. “I don’t want to hide anymore.”

James paused then, eyes raking over Regulus in a way that was both uncomfortable yet hopeful. Eventually, he asked, “What are you hiding from me, Regulus?”

Regulus swallowed. In a sudden surge of courage, he burst upwards and locked his lips against James’. Sparks like mini fireworks seemed to explode in Regulus’ chest, bursting like all those months of slowly falling for James had been building up in him until he couldn’t keep it under control any longer. He felt hands tugging through his hair, holding him up in place until finally, James pulled back, panting.

”Come stay with me, for Christmas,” he breathed, looking so beautifully blissed out and wrecked that Regulus had no other option than to agree, uncaring of how angry his mother will be.

”Yes.” He nodded, resting his forehead against James’. “Okay. Yes.”

“You’re already so brave, my love,” James whispered, pecking another short kiss to his lips. “My little lion.”

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Manipulating Death: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, I was trying to make it longer bc I intend to add a big time break next chapter and I needed everything to be in place, hope u enjoy it :)))

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Pain.

That's all she felt.

Everywhere. Every single inch of her body was hovering and turning in pain.

Excruciating and extended.

Her eyes were blurry and took a long time to focus, and even a longer to realize where she was. The basement of her house.

And that sad figure on the stairs certainly was Sirius Black.

Felt like her brain got flipped, like someone stole and juggled around with it just to return it shaky and scared. The last thing she remembered was Regulus, standing right where his brother is, pulling her closer and closer to the living world.

Fuck, she was back.

"Holy smokes." The man said, crawling closer and closer to her, wand in hand just in case. "Are you really...?"

She blinked her eyes at him, trying to move the lips but feeling the throat ache like she just swallowed a cup of sand and glass.

"That's insane!" He shouted, a small smile on his lips. "But that's like... the eighth most insane thing that I've seen this last weeks."

The jokes were made to stop the tears from falling even though she could notice how his eyes sparkled.

Y/n was alive once more, he hadn't disappointed James and Lily again.

"Hold still, I'll grab you a cup of water." He mumbled just above a breath, and stood up, running to the kitchen. "Here ya go, mini Evans."

Pushing the liquid down her throat, she felt it burning like firewhiskey. Merlin, that hurt.

"Where's.... Reggie?" She whispered, voice breaking and exploding into coughing just as she finished her sentence. "He was here."

"He went back to the house, couldn't bare to look at you any longer." He told, caressing her hair as it slowly gained a little more color. "I said I'd stay behind to take care of your body until he was ready to give you a funeral. I offered to clean the house but he declined."

Of course he would, she thought, Regulus hated when things weren't adjusted his way. When they started living together, he finally had some control of what his house could look like and he wasn't ready to give it up.

His speech.

How he felt for her, even almost made her not regret kissing him the last time they saw each other.

"Take me to him." She pleaded, feeling her bones ache and flesh twist inside her body. "I need Reggie."

"I know you two have this really complicated relationship and shit, but right now you need to rest." He mocked, shaking his head no, like an old father who knew his kid was in love.

"Padfoot." Y/n called sternly, dropping his act. "Do you know anything about resurrecting someone? No. And I don't have strength on my own. If he finds out I came back but re-died because you didn't apparate with me, he'll murder you."

Hell, she was right.

"We'll grab the potions needed and you'll take me to him." She instructed. "Right now, we're both serious."

He choked in a laugh, looking at her in shock that she'd make that joke right now.

But he had to admit, on his early years in Hogwarts he'd tell that joke and its variants all the time, so much the marauders and the girls would already anticipate them.

And for just a moment, Sirius saw James' eyes instead of hers.

Shrugging it off, he pulled her arm above his head and helped feet after feet going upstairs, wanting to get out of there but also not forcing her in case she wasn't strong enough.

But oh boy, she was.

"Take that drawer." Y/n instructed, nodding towards the same furniture she asked Remus a couple nights ago. "And those papers and books, you can put it here." She said, opening a small backpack that was hidden under the coffee table. "It's for emergencies." She whispered upon seeing his gaze.

"Alright, what else do we need?"

The girl didn't answer, holding herself on the back rest of the biggest chair in the living room, shaky fingers gripping into the wood like her life depended on it.

Instead, she opted to whistle a light melody, looking at the main door, open wide due to the Death Eaters' forced entrance.

Sirius was starting at her like she just punched him in the face, asking what was wrong with her.

But he was surprised when two possessors came barging in, following the sound that came out of her lips.

She opened up the backpack and held it with both hands, her back pressed firmly against the wall for security.

The possessor didn't even hesitate to enter it, making their figures smaller and smaller to fit the tiny hole.

"What the..."

The biggest was Regulus' possessor, the one she ran after for the entire city they lived in two and a half years ago.

It's eyes found her pupils, just like the day she won his confidence, after two weeks of fighting each other through the streets.

Suffice to say, Regulus was less than pleased to see that thing once she came home with it, it was much bigger than the ones lying in the basement and stared holes in his face, desesperately wanting to possess his body once again.

The smaller was Luna's possessor, it was way shorter and it's eyes weren't in the slightest scary. That girl wouldn't take long to surpass the layers of the death world, so there wasn't that much work to do.

Once both were nice and organized in the backpack with the other supplies, she handed it over to Sirius.

"Ouch!" He yelled, feeling his head hit the ground and hands twist as soon as she let go of the bag.

"Careful, it's heavy." Her hoarse voice announced, almost giggling.

"Oh is it? I didn't notice!" He responded, forcing himself up and throwing the heavy backpack over his shoulder. "Anything else m'lady?"

Her eyes darted around, staring at every corner of that house, knowing she'd miss it so badly.

"Regulus already took a lot of your things, before you ask." Sirius groaned. "Like the hairbrush, the necklace and the tiara. He said you'd probably want to be buried with them."

The tiara, part of the costume Remus and Sirius got her for Halloween, the one that James died next to.

The younger Black was right. She wanted to be buried with those her whole life, but now maybe she'd give Harry the hairbrush, he had so little from their parents.

"Then that's all." She nodded, the feeling of missing it already shaking her body.

She'd miss waking up to find Regulus in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a small bun with teapot and two teacups on his hands.

Would certainly miss how they'd always want to move the furniture around the room without magic, and always ended up on the floor exhausted.

How sometimes they would feed the possessors like they were dogs.

How Regulus would always say he wanted a cat, and she'd tell him it would leave fur all around the house and he'd go mental with the animal.

That's when she realized.

Sure the house was a big part of her.

But what she missed really was him.

That obnoxiously intelligent man, she loved to mess with. She loved to see him.

She loved him.

And after literally dying, she was ready to admit that. But not to him, never.

To herself.

She could now accept the fact that the long stares when she looked at him, how she fell asleep in his arms every night, led to her feeling that way.

And it was fine.

What was not fine however was the turning and circling in her stomach when they landed right in front of the Order's house.

Her vision was so blurry she could barely see the doorknob Sirius was turning and pushing their way inside.

The Black had to hold her weight by the elbows at the mere sensation she'd fall.

He tried his best not to announce to the painting of his mother that they were back, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

"Regulus is on his bedroom, last door to the left." He instructed, helping to stand on the stairs while turning around to meet his cousin Tonks.

Y/n walked like an animal, with hand and knees, groaning in pain as it felt burning every inch of her skin.

She struggled all the path to the door Sirius mentioned, hearing him downstairs answer the girl's questions to make sure he wasn't a Death Eater.

Without any forces to get up or reach for the doorknob, she just banned slightly on his door.

No response.

Once again, she knocks three times, leaving her hand to rest on the wood, hoping for him to open soon before she passed out, backpack aching on her shoulders.

With a smooth crack, a house elf stood in front of her, his eyes held even more than just disgust.

"Master Regulus don't want to be bothered." He announced, sounding more like a threat. "And he ordered me to petrificate anyone who's behind the door if they try again."

Scoffing, she held tight to the fabric of her pants to stop her fingers from shaking. "That's very you, Reggie."

Before Y/n even blinked, the door was swung open and her numb body fell to his feet.

"For the love of Merlin." The man muttered, kneeling in front of her and grabbing those shaky cheeks, staring intensely at her eyes. "Y/n?"

"I found you once, and then did it again." She concluded, a breaking smile appearing.

Exactly what she promised she'd do, and tears welled up on his eyes before pulling her in for a tight hug.

His hands wandered around, her hair, her cheeks, her arms, all the way down to her trembling knees.

"How?!? I- I saw..."

"I was in the first layer." The Potter answered, being pulled inside by the man.

"All this time?"

"Well, you waited for me all this time."

Regulus positioned her on the bed, placing two pillows behind her head to make it more comfortable and started opening the backpack, holding her hand the entire time.

The possessors jumped out of it, looking around the house and feeling excited with the air of trauma and pain all around, running in circles around his room.

"Kreacher, can you fetch something for them to eat?" He asked quickly, unscrewing the top of a bottle and lining it up on her lips.

"Fuck this tastes awful."

"I know. I've been there."

The girl lightly mocked his comment but smiled big after it.

Regulus was so focused on taking care of Y/n, turning potions down her throat as he saw her doing so many times before, he didn't even noticed Sirius figure peeking from the door, Remus right next to him.

Both men stared at their interactions, how the Black had a faint smile on his lips after so many nights of dark stares and sad tears.

Sirius tapped Lupin's shoulder, indicating their hands enlaced together with a smile so wide. The werewolf smiled too, seeing how Y/n looked at him adorably.

And they dared to deny they're in love! They thought, shaking heads together.

Stepping out, they closed the door to give them some privacy and some alone time, knowing damn well Harry would wake up in the morning and want to spend time with his sister.

Not to mention the insane amount of questions the others would have.

A few minutes later, he fed her the last potion needed for now, eyes and face with a lot more color and it didn't seem to hurt her to breath for so long.

"Kreacher, I want you to meet her properly." Regulus called, welcoming the elf closer to them. "This is Y/n Potter, she's Harry's twin. And the one that brought me back to life."

His eyes went big, taking over his entire scrunched up face and he bowed to her. "I am eternally grateful for bringing Master Regulus back."

"Well, he brought me back too, so I guess we're even now."

We are far from it, the Black thought but decided to stay shut about.

"You need to rest now." He informed, pulling her knees so she'd be fully laying down. "Hell no." Regulus ordered, standing up and letting go of her hands for just a bit, grabbing something on his drawers.

He came back in less than two seconds, grabbing her by the calf and shoving a sock on her foot, doing the exact same with the other one, mumbling curse words in french the entire time.

"Are your trying to convert me, Black?" She asked, a smug smile on her face when she looked at her feet now covered with wool socks in the Slytherin colors. "I see your second intentions."

"You just look pretty in green." He shrugged, trying not to make it obvious he wanted to see her with the colors of his house.

"Sure, of course I'll believe that, Slytherin Prince."

"Fine, if you don't want them..."

"No!" She fought, taking her feet away from his lap. "They're comfy." Regulus rolled his eyes. "Come on, we have to sleep. Wanna be the small spoon?" She suggested, smiling at him and already turning to be on her side.

"I have a better idea."

With a tight grip, he rolled her around to be chest up once again, spreading her legs a little in a motion that made her heart run circles inside her chest.

The Black made his way to be on top of her, between her legs, to which she squirmed a little bit, a chill spreading down her spine.

He lied all his weight on her, adjusting himself in a way his head would be placed on her chest, hearing the heartbeats.

"Relax, everything is fine now." Regulus said, noticing how quick paced they were. "I'll be here if you have any nightmares."

He nuzzle against her body, not moving his head once, wanting to make sure she was there.

Alive.

With the man she was in love with holding her tight, between her legs and head so close to her breasts, it was hard to relax. But she forced herself to, falling asleep like that, close to her loved one and the possessors guarding their sleep.

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"Y/n?"

She woke up, startled, breath hitching on her throat. Regulus was hovering over her.

"Which one was it?"

The Potter felt confused for just a moment, but noticed what he was talking about. She was squirming on her sleep and heartbeat so fast like a rat's heart.

He thought she was having a nightmare.

"Uh the- the one with Abby." She lied, breathing in and out. "But it's fine now, don't worry."

"Are you really?"

Opting for nodding instead of saying it, a bad sensation of thirst in her throat.

"I'm glad. Stay here, I'll bring you breakfast."

He quickly leaned in, leaving a gentle peck on her lips and getting up.

"Oh... oh, uh- oookay." She answered as he left the bedroom, leaving behind a very confused Y/n, with possessor who groaned something to her. "Oh shut it, you two." She grunted, trying to not make her smile so wide.

With two fingers, she pinched herself, making sure it wasn't a dream. But it happened the she was wide awake.

When he came back, a few minutes later, with her favorite breakfast in hands, she decided not to address it. He made it look so casual, as if they were doing this for years so she decided to leave it like that.

Sitting on the bed, back pushed to the headboard, she took in the breakfast, with Regulus lying his head on her thighs and staring at her the whole time.

"Are you sure you're fine?" She asked after swallowing the drink. "You haven't asked me anything yet."

"Because you won't know peace once those kids wake up." He replied, drawing shapes in the fabric of her pants. "Specially those two your brother calls best friends, I was one second away of cursing them."

"You be nice!" She averted, finger pointing at him. "You weren't any better, bombing me with questions every two minutes."

"That's totally different."

She laughed, taking the reforce potion with the rest of the meal.

They just kept in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's presence in the warmest way possible. Once again, just the two of them. How it has always been. How Regulus wanted it to be forever.

When the conversation outside started to get more and more crowded, the Black decided to call Harry.

Everyone noticed the sudden change of mood in the heir's movement, looking a lot more light and like a gentleman in the 1800s instead of a bloody vigilante assassin.

So for that, Harry was more than suspicious and refused to go upstairs.

"You're acting weird." The boy pointed. "And nothing changed, so I'm sorry if I don't trust you like she did."

"I'm sorry to break it to ya." The voice on the stairs said, attracting everyone attention. "But we've been kind of a package deal for the last years, so he's like this personalized keychange that comes with me, no refunds."

She was holding herself tightly to the handrail and using the biggest possessor as a support.

Regulus immediately held his hand out, being her new crutch despite rolling eyes at how she described him.

"A blood traitor! Regulus how could you?" The portrait of Walburga shouted, muffled because it was facing the wall but still making itself present. "Do you have any idea what we have done for you, just so you could come back and stab us with-"

They couldn't hear anything in a second, and all eyes turned to Sirius, but he was just as astonished.

"I didn't came back to hear mother scream at me again." The younger Black answered, making his brother's eyes sparkle looking at him.

"I'm so proud... Group hug?"

"Lay one finger on me and I'll snap all of your bones in half."

Y/n mouthed something like "He won't" without any sound, knowing Regulus enjoyed this powerful dark face he had.

"I'll take a family hug." She said, removing the hand from the possessor and reaching out for her brother, who immediately ran across the living room to get to her.

They embraced each other so hard the girl felt her bones aching, and held in a huff, just glad she was one again with her twin.

"I thought I lost you." Harry whispered, body shaking from falling tears.

"I never leave my family behind."

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1st Year (one shot)

Regulus Black AU 

Request:  Can you do a one shot on where Regulus x Reader thinks their daughter will be in Hufflepuff but ends up in Gryffindor?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: Teen

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“Are you sure she’s ready? I don’t think that I am ready…”

You looked up at Regulus, who was again peaking into your 11-year-old daughter’s room with a forlorn expression on his face. Regulus had been like this for the past week since the realization that Rose was about to go away to Hogwarts for the first time. You had expected yourself to be the one that went to pieces and Regulus, as always, would be the strong one. Now it appeared that the roles had been reversed.

“Reg, she’s 11. She is more than ready. Stop worrying so much and come have a seat before you wake her up.”

Regulus stood a bit longer before coming to join you on the couch. His eyes remained locked on Rose’s door as if the child would sneak off in the middle of the night.

“I don’t think she’s ready.”

He commented again. You took a breath before putting your book down. When Rose was born you never expected Regulus to completely go to pieces over having a daughter. In fact, he was a bit disappointed when it was determined that Rose was a girl and not a boy. That thinking, however, went flying out the window the moment that the baby girl was placed in Regulus’ arms for the first time.

You could still see the look of awe and wonder all over Regulus’ face as he stared down at the baby. Regulus sat in silence as he looked her over. From her tiny little nose to her itsy bitsy fingers, everything about Rose was perfect. She was the one good thing that Regulus was able to do with his life up until that point…and he adored her.

“Reggie, baby, it's time that Rose goes to school. I know that you are worried about…”

“Heathen boys like me or worse, Sirius looking at her. She’s still so little and doesn’t need that aggravation in her lift.”

Regulus interrupted, looking clearly livid at the prospect of some boy looking at his daughter. You reached out and pulled Regulus down to lie with his head on your lap. Stroking your fingers through his curls, you gave him a gentle smile.

“I know that you are worried but we have to let Rose grow up at some point. She knows how to handle boys…or anyone that gives her grief really. I don’t know why you are so worried about how you were as a teenager. You were always a perfect gentleman to me.”

Regulus locked his eyes on you with an expression of confusion.

“Excuse me but we were snogging in a broom cupboard in third year. I’m pretty sure that I was feeling you up too.”

You chuckled.

“Oh, you were. Look, I know that you are worried about Rose but she had plenty of people to look after her. Harry won’t let anyone mess with her.”

Regulus was silent a moment and considered writing a letter to Sirius to “encourage him” to “encourage Harry” to keep a closer eye on Rose than what you were thinking.

“He won’t be able to keep an eye on her all of the time. We both know that Rose will be going to Hufflepuff…like you.”

You smirked at Regulus’ comment before going back to twirling his hair around your finger. The two of you had come to the agreement that Rose would not be like Regulus and go to Slytherin instead she would end up in Hufflepuff. Regulus wasn’t disappointed by that in the slightest either. The baby on the way could be the one that went to Slytherin and if that child didn’t…so what?

“Maybe she can find someone in Slytherin to look after her?”

You suggested earning another scowl from your husband. Fighting a chuckle, you knew it was bad to be egging this on but seeing Regulus going to pieces over the prospect of his only daughter growing up was heartwarming…and you wanted to see more of it.

“Ugh, this is what I get for being such a whore for you. Its all coming back to bite me in the ass. Before long Rose is going to bring some horny hyped up on Merlin only knows what good for nothing boy home to us who gives us some cheesy lame line about how much he cares for our daughter while having only one thing on his mind….I haven’t killed anyone before…it may be time to expand my horizons.”

“Regulus Arcturus Black, you are not killing some boy for looking at our daughter.”

Regulus scowled at you.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“But your not. Now come on. We need to go to bed. Long day tomorrow and as it is you won’t be sleeping any.”

The next morning, Regulus was still not in much better of a mood. The realization that today was the day that the two of you would have to say goodbye to your daughter until Christmas was really hitting home. Walking through the train station, Rose held tightly to his hand while trying to stop and pet her Pygmy Puff.

“Daddy, I need to brush Matilda’s fur. It's getting all sloppy.”

Regulus sighed as you nudged your daughter along.

“You can brush her fur on the train, Rose. Daddy is about to go to pieces.”

Rose gave Regulus’ hand a little squeeze as the three of you continued along.

“Don’t worry daddy. I’m not going ot be interested in yucky boys this year. No promises on next year though.”

Rose said with a smirk as Sirius waved from his place near the platform.

“Please don’t tell me that, love.”

Regulus commented as Rose let go of his hand to go talk to Harry. He shook his head as Sirius came over. One look at his younger brother’s face told Sirius exactly what he was worried about.

“She will be fine, Reg. I already told Harry to keep an eye on her.”

Regulus only nodded as Sirius turned to you. The two of you exchanged a small smile while Regulus continued to pout.

“Has he been like this all day?”

Sirius asked softly. You wrapped your hand through Regulus and gave him a small squeeze.

“Since last night actually.”

Sirius smiled back at his younger brother. He was thrilled that Regulus turned out to be such a wonderful father. When Rose was born, Sirius was afraid that Regulus would be as hands off as their own father was. He was beyond proud when Regulus turned out to be the most hands on father possible.

“Reg, I promise it will be okay. Besides, the two of you have another baby about to be born that you can go to pieces over.”

Sirius commented. Originally, Regulus and yourself only planned for one child. Now here you were expecting the son that Regulus had originally wanted.

“There will be two of them…”

Regulus muttered as Rose ran over.

“I have to go. I’ll be home at Christmas. Bye!”

You held a hand up.

“Wait a moment, sugar.”

Rose smiled as your wrapped your arms around her.

“I want you to be a good girl this year. Listen to your professors and have lots of fun.”

You leaned down to whisper in the little girl’s ear.

“Don’t do anything to give your poor father a heart attack.”

Rose gave you a little giggle before going over and wrapping her arms around Regulus’ waist. It took his all of three seconds to kneel down and wrap his arms around her.

“I won’t get married while I’m going, daddy.”

Rose said, with a smirk. Regulus shook his head before kissing Rose’s cheek.

“None of that…most definitely none of that. I want you to have a wonderful year. Write us every day…(Rose gives Regulus one of his annoyed expressions) okay, every other day.”

Regulus stands back up as Rose hugs him one more time before moving to walk away.

“Rose!”

Rose turns back around from her place by Harry. Regulus bites his lip for a moment. There are a lot of things that he wants to say but knows that he doesn’t have the time.

“Rose, your mother and I love you a lot.”

You gave Rose a gentle nod.

“I love you too, dad.”

Rose replied before turning and going to board the train with Harry.

The next afternoon, you sat across from Regulus as he stirred his tea with a moody expression on his face. Neither of you were entirely used to the silence of the house and probably wouldn’t be for some time. While the silence was temporary, you knew it was beyond deafening. Neither Regulus nor yourself seemed to know what either of you did before Rose was born.

“How much longer until the baby is born again?”

Regulus asked softly. You put your spoon down before looking up.

“Three weeks, love. You should enjoy sleeping all night while you can.”

Regulus leaned back in his chair looking thoughtful. Not sleeping through the night didn’t worry Regulus in the slightest. He didn’t sleep much as it was. Since childhood, he was up and down throughout the night.

Maybe that was what helped you with Rose the most. You were able to get the rest that you needed while Regulus was awake. He would take Rose into the living room while he read then return her to her cot beside the bed when he was ready to sleep.

“We had a good teamwork thing going with Rose.”

Regulus commented. You nodded in agreement. Having a newborn with Regulus was as easy as breathing…just as you knew it would be. You always knew that Regulus would be a good father. He would be nothing like Orion…and when Rose was born, Regulus proved you 100% correct.

“We sure did and we’ll do it again.”

Regulus said before reaching out and wrapping his hand around yours. A giant pecking on the window broke the soft romance of the moment. Regulus stood up the moment that he saw an owl with a little letter in its mouth.

“Here we go.”

He said with a smile before going to fetch the letter from the owl. You sat back in your chair as Regulus handed the envelope to you.

“You read it.”

He said before going to look out the window as you opened the letter. You smiled seeing Rose’s neat handwriting. Before beginning to read, you gave Regulus a gentle smile. This little letter is everything that he needed at the moment.

“Dear Mummy and Daddy. School has been good so far. I have a surprise! I didn’t go to Hufflepuff like the two of you thought. I am in Gryffindor! I bet you didn’t see that coming! Tell uncle Sirius for me. Love, Rose.”

You smiled folding up the envelope. Rose was in Gryffindor. You didn’t see that coming but it was a welcomed surprise. It didn’t matter to you which house your daughter ended up in because any of them would do. If she was in Slytherin, she would have continued the Black legacy. If she was in Hufflepuff, she would have continued yours. If she was in Gryffindor, she would really make her uncle proud and if she went to Ravenclaw, then she would have gone to the house that her father should have been in.

The Black Legacy…

Part of you was worried about how the rest of the family would take it but the rational side said that Regulus would shut the lot of them in an instant. Regulus would never let his parents nor anyone else say anything back about his daughter.

Looking up at Regulus, he had a faint smile on his face. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that the was proud of this outcome.

“Would you look at that?”

He said with a smile before coming back to join you at the table. Taking a sip of his tea, he met your pleased face.

“Things work out perfectly.”

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~ Polar Opposites ~

A look into the differences between Sirius and Regulus Black

For as long as Regulus could remember him and Sirius were different. I mean sure they shared dark curls, and pale skin, and delicately placed freckles. Sure they even shared the same last name, the same DNA, but that was where the similarities stopped.

Regulus had always been favored by his father and Sirius by their mother. He could tell in the way that their mother picked them up but only doted on Sirius. He had her attention while Regulus was just hanging there in her arms. He supposed it was because they were alike, almost carbon copies of each other. Grey eyes, and fiery tempers, and abrasive personalities. If the gods had placed something different between Sirius' legs he would have said Sirius was his mother reborn. Regulus thinks that's why he'd clinged to Sirius so hard.

Sirius was their mother and Regulus was his father. Harsh words, fierce love, and burning passion. A stark contrast to cold glares, distant declarations of affection, and deafening silence. Regulus spent most of his time with his father, closely observing and learning his ways. Sirius spent most of his time at home in his room, he didn't have to observe, or watch, or learn the ways of their mother. He was her and she was him. That was why she favored him, he decided. It hurt less that way.

Sirius always felt hot, wearing as little clothing as he could get away with. Regulus on the other hand was always cold, it'd truly be a treasure to see his delicate frame in anything other than a shirt that went from his shoulders to his wrists. He liked it that way, warm, and safe. Much unlike his environment.

Cats and dogs they were, him and his brother. At least that's what people said. Though Sirius had no clue how true that was, Regulus supposed he never would. Regulus was quiet, observant, independent, and secretive. A cat. Whereas Sirius was loud, friendly, overly social, and ever reliant on his 'pack'. A dog. They were similar, however, in the darkness of the fur their animagi adorned. They shared that at least.

But perhaps the most evident difference between them was the houses they were separated into. Regulus loved his brother he did, but not the same way he did before he was sorted into Slytherin. Regulus could see it, the look in Sirius' eyes when the dusty old hat shouted "Slytherin!". Whatever piece of his brother Regulus had, the piece that no one else did, was lost to him now and Regulus was sure he could never get it back. He couldn't love Sirius the way he did before, because Sirius did not love him the way he did before. "Just like the rest of us you are Reggie, just like the rest of us." Sirius said with a hand on his shoulder as he walked to sit at Slytherin table.

Regulus cried that night, why wasn't he allowed in Gryffindor, like his brother? He wished he was. Because he wasn't, he'd disappointed Sirius, something he'd never wanted to do, and by the looks of it, he could never make up for it. So Regulus wiped his tears and he decided he'd make his parents proud instead. If Sirius couldn't do right certainly he could. It was then he displayed his first Slytherin trait, ambition. From then on Sirius was his rival, Regulus made the right choice he though, as Sirius had completely pulled away from him by the time his first year was over.

#marauders era #sirius black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #regulus and sirius #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #sirius black fancast #regulus black fancast #the noble and most ancient house of black #the noble house of black #the most ancient and noble house of black #black family #black brothers #the black brothers

[my-castles-crumbling]

New Chapter- Clandestine

Please see the full AO3 work for disclaimers and the first chapter :)

CW: Transphobia, some internal transphobia, detailed description of dysphoria, descriptions of abuse

It was as if everything and nothing changed, simultaneously.

The holidays passed as they always did- he wore a dress full of ruffles and frills and pink and lace. He was gifted bows and makeup and all things girly. He was expected to all but curtsey at guests and was lumped in with Bellatrix and Narcissa and Andromeda.

Sirius was singled out- though this year in a bad way, because of “The Sorting Incident.”

He still shivered with discomfort when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He still wanted to throw up when he saw how the dress he was given accentuated curves rather than edges.

But at night…at night, he and Sirius stayed up, hidden under blankets and giggling, and decided together that between them, he would be called Regulus. That way, the two of them would both be named for stars.

And Sirius laughed and said he could even still call him “Reggie,” and their parents wouldn’t even know a thing. He lived for the moments Sirius would whisper his new name. The way it made his chest fill with emotion.

--

Knowing that there was a word for what he was, that there were people like him, kept him slightly sane at first, even as he continued to dress in skirts and frills and get bouts of nausea when he looked in the mirror.

But then it began to eat at him that it could be years before he could do anything about it. Before this could be anything more than a game, or a secret between himself and Sirius.

And soon, that made it worse.

Because now…now he knew. He knew there was hope. There was hope that he could someday actually act like a boy all the time, instead of just behind the closed door of Sirius’s bedroom.

And hope was a dangerous thing, because every time someone used the words she or her or girl, it was no longer a small, piercing needle prick. It was a huge stab, like a knife. Because he knew it didn’t have to be like that.

--

The night after he and Mother went shopping for new dresses in January, Regulus went to bed early- his stomach had been bothering him all day, after standing in front of the mirror in Madame Malkins and enduring the comments about what a pretty girl he was while he allowed her to measure his skirt.

He tried to swallow down the nausea. He tried to ignore the cold sweat that was almost constant, now. But he wanted to scream. He wanted to yell and cry and roar; I am not a girl.

--

By February, Mother thought he had become ill. He had daily stomach aches, he was getting sick multiple times a week. He avoided going into public, and he hated interacting with anyone. It was almost physically painful to hear people refer to him as a girl. Because he wasn’t.

Mother and Father were worried. He had always been their golden child- the one who didn’t put up a fuss and listened to anything they asked of him. Suddenly, he was too ill to put up the charade. Were they worried for him? Maybe. But they were definitely worried about pretenses. How would others talk about the Blacks having a child that was so quiet, so frail, so recluse?

--

The only way he was happy was when he curled up in his bed, eyes squeezed shut, picturing himself as a boy. Picturing the people around him calling him Regulus. Looking down at his body and seeing Sirius’s flat chest there.

--

It was March 27th when he broke.

He’d been hiding and suffering from debilitating stomach aches and cold chills and retreating to his own head for two long months.

March, and they were eating at the dinner table- Regulus, Mother, and Father.

And his parents were talking of Sirius, of how he’d gotten into trouble with his little friends again, of how he was such a horrible son, a disappointment and a let-down.

Regulus tried to ignore it. He tried to choke down food that tasted of ash.

Until Mother said primly, “Regina will do well at Hogwarts. She has always been our good little girl.”

And he just whispered miserably, almost without thinking, “I’m not a girl,” and left the table without a word.

He slept soundly for the first time in months.

--

The first time, Mother and Father pretended it hadn’t happened. But it was addicting, to say it out loud: I’m not a girl.

It made him feel real. Like he wasn’t some sort of crazy ghost, screaming from a void where nobody could hear him. It was real. It was true. He was finally acknowledging it.

When he said it, his stomach stilled. His body temperature returned to normal. He could eat. He could sleep. He could breathe.

So he kept saying it.

And they didn’t ignore it again.

--

He was hit. They knew how to injure without leaving marks and which spells hurt the most without leaving a trace. He didn’t dare write to Sirius- what could he do, anyway? It was worth it, he decided. Even as he winced with every movement, he felt alive.

And to his parents’ fury, he just kept quietly insisting- I’m not a girl.

He never sassed, never yelled. He didn’t have Sirius’s bravery or resolve. It terrified him to say it, each time. But he had to say it. He was finally feeling something other than nausea and discomfort.

--

He was sent to a private mind healer.

He sat in the old fool’s office, refusing to speak. Refusing to take it back. He was forced to go three times a week. The old man yelled at him. He threatened and insulted and screamed. He ignored it.

He kept saying it.

Because it felt true.

They couldn’t change that.

--

Sirius returned from his first year at Hogwarts and was shocked by Regulus’s quiet rebellion. Daily, now, he was insisting he was not a girl. Daily, he received punishment. Daily, he ignored it.

He was definitely suffering the consequences. He was constantly in pain. He was horribly skinny from the times his parents had refused him meals. He was quiet, and flinched at loud noises or quick movements.

But he was not a girl. And he held on to that knowledge like a talisman.

From his expression upon first seeing him, Regulus couldn’t tell if Sirius was horrified or proud.

But Sirius just started referring to him as Regulus in front of the whole family, started going on and on about his brother, and soon, Sirius was in even more trouble than Regulus, himself. Because he encouraged it.

“Yes, Mother, I’m very encouraging,” Sirius would smirk.

But Regulus wasn’t Sirius, and he couldn’t make grand gestures. Underneath, he was terrified. He was so tired of the way he was being treated, and he was barely holding on. He couldn’t change his appearance or do anything about his revelation. He wasn’t that daring. He told Sirius he wished he could. But what would they all do? What would they say? Already, Mother and Father were saying he was crazy and disgusting. Their family was spreading rumors. He wanted so badly to do more. But he was hardly hanging on now.

--

Sirius had picked a fight with him the night before, something about touching his new broomstick that Mother had purchased for him in Diagon Alley- a bid to push the two of them apart. Regulus had sworn up and down that he hadn’t touched it. Normally, that would have been enough, but Sirius had gone to bed in an absolute rage, screaming at Regulus about what a horrible person he was.

It had hurt. It had confused him.

Until now.

Because across from his bed, sitting in the armchair, was Sirius, holding a chunk of his hair. “I was mad at you for touching my things…so I cut your hair off,” he said simply, sounding as if he was talking about the weather.

And Regulus just gaped.

Sirius narrowed his eyebrows. “Yell, Reggie. Now.”

But he couldn’t. Instead he jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror across the room, only to see someone in the reflection that he hardly recognized.

It was interesting, how much of a difference a haircut could make. Because suddenly, he had a jawline, and his hair looked boyishly messy and not at all like a girl’s. In his big nightshirt that he had stolen from Sirius, he almost looked like a…like a boy.

His stomach felt light. The goosebumps that erupted over his spine every time he looked in the mirror didn’t come. He grinned, feeling like he was dreaming.

And then he felt the tears come.

It was horribly surreal to finally begin to see the image he had always seen in his head actually come to life in front of him. It was as if someone had softly taken his hand and whispered into his ear, You’ll be okay. You aren’t crazy. You are a boy. You’re doing the right thing. He felt more real and more like himself than he ever had. All from a stupid haircut.

So he fell to the floor crying and shaking and Sirius sighed and muttered, “Well, we can work with that,” and began screaming about revenge and how Regulus had deserved it for what he’d done and soon Mother and Father were there and for a split second Regulus thought they might try to attach his hair back somehow but they didn’t. They just screamed at Sirius and pulled him from the room and before Regulus knew it everyone was gone.

And even though he could hear Sirius’s yells from far off, all Regulus could feel as he sat on the floor and stared at his own reflection was appreciation, because for the first time in almost five years, he didn’t want to throw up when looking at himself.

--

Regulus didn’t see Sirius again for three days. He tried to sneak into his room, to bring him food and to check to make sure he was okay, but someone always caught him. It was only after the third day, when Sirius was finally allowed into the rest of the house, that Regulus was able to talk to him, to crawl under his covers that night.

He seemed untouched, but Regulus knew that wasn’t true.

“Sirius…you didn’t have to…” Regulus muttered, but Sirius interrupted. “You look good, Regulus,” Sirius grinned. He seemed to want to ignore whatever Mother had done to him over the past few days.

And Regulus couldn’t help but grin back, because even though he felt guilty about it, he was so happy.

Sirius chuckled, but his expression soon turned somber. “Listen, Reg…I…if you want this…let’s do it, yeah?”

Regulus stared for a long moment. He thought back to the moment he’d looked into the mirror, the pure joy he’d felt. The lengths to which Sirius had gone for him.

He nodded.

-----

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#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #fanfic #regulus black kinnie #jegulus #ao3 #regulus deserved better #sirius black kinnie #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #trans regulus #sirius is a good brother #tw walburga black #tw transphobes #harry potter fanfic #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #fanfic writing

[addisonstars]

"baby im yours, until the end of time"

written for days 19/20/21 of september for @jegulus-microfic with the prompts "content"/"waterfalls"/"miracle"

459 words

The rain was pouring outside, waterfalls of water droplets running down their windows and doors. James and Regulus' plans were ruined. They were supposed to go out down to the London beach while it was cool for the last few days of summer, but the rain stuck a pin in those plans. 

Instead, the two of them were laying down in bed, curled up in blankets together sipping on their tea. A vinyl was playing in the background, soft, crackly music filling the air. Regulus was reading his book, one that Remus had lended him. James was doing absolutely nothing, and he was content with that. There was nothing that James would rather do than spend quality time with his love. 

Regulus wasn't complaining either. He preferred the alone time that the two of them had together, rather than their little plans they had planned. Of course, Regulus was disappointed because he was excited, however; the cancellation of these plans gave Regulus a chance to spend time with James, and James alone. 

James shifted from where Regulus’ head was resting on his chest. “‘M gonna go make some tea love, would you like a cup?” 

Regulus smiled, “I’d love some thank you dear.” 

James kisses Regulus on the head before he gets up to go brew some tea. He shuffles out of the room, with one of the blankets wrapped around his shoulders. Regulus smiles even wider at the picture. 

The door opens, followed by James entering the bedroom with two steaming mugs of tea. He gives one to Regulus and puts the other down on the nightstand. He walks over to the door and shuts it closed. He turns off the lamps and ceiling fan, turning on the fairy lights instead, casting the room in a yellow glow. He flips the vinyl over, and sets the needle back down on it. 

He finally makes his way over to the bed, and opens his legs for Regulus, as an invitation. Regulus scoots backwards into James' open legs, his back leaning against his Jamies’ chest and his head rests at the hollow of his throat. 

He sips his tea, relishing the way the warm liquid moves down his throat, warming him from the inside out. James picks up his own mug and sips contently from it. He hands Regulus back his book and says, “read to me would you Reggie.”

Regulus starts reading his book and James is tempted to fall asleep, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on their bedroom window, Reggies’ smooth voice lulling him to sleep. It would take a miracle to get him up from the bed now. He never wants to leave the warm, safe, and loving arms of the love of his life.

writers block still isnt finished with me, but i sure am finished with it. anyways, enjoy 3 prompts lumped into 1 lolol

fic title inspired from "baby i'm yours" by the arctic monkeys <3

-a.s.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jeggy #james x regulus #regulus x james #literally fluff #thats it #and 3 lines of dialogue #the marauders #jegulus fluff #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #content #waterfalls #miracle #addisonstars

[slytherins-heir]

❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤❞

the noble and most ancient house of black. a mother disappointed in her eldest son, her youngest son, regulus, craves to make her proud... but at what cost. word count;; 570 warnings; angst, typical house of black drama, toxic family life. a/n;; i got bored and threw this together. i haven't proofread it but i just wanted to post something reggie related, so i hope you guys like it<33 (no reader insert in this one, just pure house of black)

quiet summers in grimmauld place were hard to come by, that was a fact. at the end of every term, the Black brothers would return from hogwarts to their family home - and every time they did, arguments and obscenities would return tenfold on their arrival -- or more specifically upon sirius' arrival.

any moment serenity that fell through the long hallways was always just that; a moment, quickly fleeting as if peace itself couldn't survive longer than a single moment in the dreary home. the shouting voices of sirius and their mother, walburga were as common of an occurrence as the rising sun itself, as common as the volatile waves crashing in the north sea.

not many things were certain in life, not many things at all, but the raised voices and bitter arguments between mother and son that plagued the peace that regulus craved were something that could be guaranteed.

vile words, repeated bile and shattering insults being thrown around, mainly by walburga, always left a bitter taste in the air. the younger of the brothers, regulus, wondered how much longer sirius would stay around, how much longer their mother would take having such, in her own words, a 'disappointment of a son' like sirius, all just because he refused to bend the knee to his family's blood-purity fanaticism and share the ties to unsavoury company.

wondering about how much longer his brother would have within the family was not something that regulus had to think on much longer though. as could be expected, the arguments reached the boiling point; the constant arguments over the years had finally strained the mother and son relationship to the point of no return and disownment - tossed aside before the house of black could be tainted anymore.

sirius had packed his bags in what seemed like seconds before he stormed out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. just before he could lug his belongings down the stairs and out the front door, he had halted by regulus' bedroom door which was slightly ajar. sirius caught a sight of his younger brother sitting on his bed with a selection of books open around him; a tinge of disappointment etched across his face as he looked between his older brother and his luggage the hallway. sirius took a couple of steps into regulus' room, his eyes scanning around the assortment scattered around. admittedly, they didn't have the greatest of relationships, sirius always preferred his group of friends, but he couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt at the thought of leaving his brother behind.

"be good reg." sirius' didn't wait for a response from his little brother, instead just placing a solid hand on his shoulder as he stood up and ruffled the younger boys dark curls before leaving the younger black alone once again.

regulus heard the shouts from his mother as sirius descended the staircase, even as the front door opened and shut; the furious voice of his mother pitched and bounced off every wall it touched. even as she bound up the stairs, her volatile words and angered tone never once faded. The sound of a door slamming open and bouncing off a wall did little to cover the shouts of the enraged woman as she stormed into the room that displayed the Black family tree on every inch of wall. the demented ramblings were disrupted by a blast that caused the walls to vibrate ever so slightly as the frenzied mother made her final stand; where sirius' name had once been on display was nothing but memory now; instead a dark burn mark lay in its wake. it was symbolistic of how walburga black saw sirius - just a stain on her once-perfect family.

regulus couldn't blame sirius, their mother was out of line; but unlike his older brother, regulus wasn't willing to stand against his mother. he wasn't willing to meet the same fate. regulus, no matter his care for his brother, wanted to be the son walburga could be proud of. he wanted to be the son that his mother so desperately craved, one that would carry on the respected legacy of House Black.

the departure of sirius left grimmauld place in quiet. there was no more arguments, no screaming for hours on end. walburga seemed a touch more pleasant with sirius gone, but that didn't stop her occasional cruel comments about the disowned son. regulus' constant desire to make his mother proud added to walburga's positive attitude. she was beyond proud that her little regulus didn't follow in his brothers footsteps, that regulus shared her mindset.

little did she know what the beliefs she forced would lead to.

heavy rain hit against the windows in his room, the dull london sky loomed in view through the half-opened curtains as regulus sat on his bed, back rested against the pillows while his legs were stretched out. as he turned the page in his book, his mind began to drift. regulus placed his book down beside him on the bed with a sigh as he lay back. the young black had a lot of pressures on his plate, a lot more than people realised.

his gaze fell to the dark woollen sweater that he wore, pulling the long sleeve on his left arm up as far as his elbow. regulus' eyes lingered on his arm as his other hand traced lightly against the new, dark illustration that now decorated his pale skin.

the lengths regulus would go to, just for the acceptance of his mother - he was just a boy that wanted to make her proud. just a boy that didn't know the depths in which his new loyalty to voldemort would drag him..

#regulus arcturus black #regulus black fics #regulus black angst #regulus black au #harry potter au #harry potter fics #sirius and regulus #regulus black #regulus black x reader #deatheater fics #noble and most ancient house of black #house of black fics #rab #rab era

[rizzulusarcturizz]

black brothers hurt and comfort snippet- muggle au

“Do you hate me for leaving you there?”

“No. I thought I did for a while but I wasn’t really angry at you. More angry at the universe, I guess.”

That’s a sentiment Sirius is familiar with; the encompassing rage that comes with knowing you were dealt a shit hand. Sirius had spent his entire life angry: angry at his family, angry at his brother, angry at his friends…angry at the universe, as Regulus put it. Spewing up anger and resentment everywhere, but rarely in the right direction. 

Remus had told him once that he burned himself with that rage more than he burned the people he directed it at. He had told Remus that he didn’t know what he was talking about. Remus doesn’t talk to him much these days.

“I would understand, you know. If you did hate me.” murmured Sirius, “The things I said when I left…”

“I said some terrible things too. I’m told fighting is what brothers do, especially when the brothers in question are pissed off teenagers.” Regulus took another drag of his cigarette, his eyes clouded with something Sirius couldn’t quite decipher, “Being angry was easier than missing you. If I stopped being angry I’d just be sad and back then I wouldn’t have survived it. That’s not your fault.”

“I could’ve left a number, an address, a name…something! Something so you knew where to find me!”

“No, you couldn’t have.” sighed Regulus

“Yes, I could’ve! I was just being a selfish prick that didn’t-”

“Sirius! You couldn’t have left anything for me because then our parents might have found it. You couldn’t have left anything because you didn’t know if you could trust me not to snitch. You were fifteen for fucks sake.”

“But-”

“ Sirius, just stop. I can’t stop you from being angry at yourself but don’t ask me to be angry at you too. There’s nothing for me to forgive.”

Sirius froze, not knowing what to say anymore. He had chased Regulus across the country ready for his brother’s righteous fury and bitter disappointment. He had prepared a million different apologies, a million different ways to grovel…he hadn’t once considered the possibility that Regulus wouldn’t carry any resentment. He had left his little brother alone in Hell as the sole focus of the Devil herself. He tried to open his mouth, tried to say something but a sob tore out of his chest instead. He was so tired.

Regulus stared, wide eyed and unsure before dropping his cigarette and tentatively wrapping his arms around Sirius. There had been a time when it was Regulus that curled into his brother’s chest, tears and snot covering his face. Something inside Sirius withered at the role reversal; he had come to offer closure and comfort to Regulus but here Regulus was providing it to him instead.

“Oh Siri…you’re not a bad person. Bad things happened to you, and maybe you did some bad things along the way, but you’re not a bad person.”

“You don’t know me anymore, Reggie.” croaked Sirius through his tears

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I know you. You’re my big brother. A decade and a few thousand miles doesn’t change that.” scoffed Regulus, slowly relaxing in to the hug

“I love you. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I told you.”

“I love you too, you idiot. Now come on, I refuse to get teary eyed on the street where anyone could see me. I have a reputation to maintain and you’re certainly not helping.”

Sirius startled at the unexpected laugh that tore its way out of his chest; perhaps Regulus was right, even after a decade and a few thousand miles, some things do stay the same.

#regulus black #sirius black #the black brothers #the noble and most ancient house of black #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #hurt and comfort #angst #these brothers make me fucking insane and i just wanted to write something about them #also if you don't like fucked up flawed sirius this one isn't for you lmao #will i ever finish this au? doubtful #it's basically sirius black's healing journey #he lives laughs loves #and mends his many broken relationships #starting with reggie ofc

[innytoes]

Ooooh fake fic tags bc I apparently suck at coming up with fake fic titles just as much a real ones: sweet tarts, first kiss, enemies to lovers

Thus with a kiss I die

After narrowly beating out Julie for the role of Juliet in the school play, Carrie is faced with an even bigger problem. Which is that one of Julie's stupid band mates snagged the role of Romeo. This was not how her theater debut was supposed to go. It doesn't help that Reggie looks incredibly disappointed when he heard.

Still, they have to work together somehow, and while it's hard going at first, things change when Reggie confesses the true reason why he'd looked so upset at getting the main role instead of a side one: he'd never kissed anyone before.

#ngl seconds after I posted this I was like: girl you can't even come up with fic titles for your own fics you spent months writing #julie and the phantoms #fake fics #I wrote a thing #I am not writing a thing #lol my English class senior year was still working on 'what's the word order for a question' while I spite-read Dickens under the table #so I have no idea about shakespeare and probably couldn't write this fic #carriexreggie

[blueshistorysims]

Early September 1901, Newcrest, England

Byron turned six that February, eager to begin school among his older siblings. Professor Rossings had continued to tutor him in the summer, continuing to be amazed at his academic abilities in humanities. The thought of being around children his age excited him since he spent most of his time with baby Giselle while Edeline and Alexander were at school.

The schoolyard was crowded that September morning, children running around and playing before the bell rang. Newcrest Schoolhouse had two floors, renovated in the 1880s after a population increase due to the Second Industrial Revolution in Liverpool. There were three classrooms on the first floor and two on the second floor, the schoolmaster’s office located between the two classrooms. As a first-year student, Byron would be in the smaller first floor classroom. Edeline and Alexander were in the fourth and fifth year class, starting their fourth year of school.

He scanned the yard and saw a boy about his age staring. They made eye contact, and instead of shying away, Byron decided to talk to him. He walked over and smiled.

“Hello. Is today your first day ever too?”

He nodded. “I’m Reginald Masters, but I go by Reggie.”

“Byron Walsh.”

Reggie smiled. “Want to be friends?”

“Want to be best friends?”

“I like that idea.”

So they shook on it, the duo destined to be friends. 

The bell rang, and everyone ran to class where Byron met his new teacher, Miss Wilson. She was a kind lady who he liked immediately. Except he found it all very boring. He already knew what Miss Wilson was teaching the class, and it was hard to pay attention if he already what was going on. 

“Byron!” Miss Wilson suddenly yelled on the third day of school.

He looked up, dazed. “Yes, Miss Wilson?”

“You’re not paying attention to the lesson. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in during lunch and recess.”

He frowned, glancing at Reggie, who looked equally disappointed. 

When the bell rang, and everyone had gone outside, Miss Wilson sat next to Byron. “Byron, I don’t think you’ve paid attention to a single lesson. Is something wrong?”

“I already know what you’re talking about.”

“Everything?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I know arithmetic quite well, and I can already read books meant for adults.”

Miss Wilson swallowed. “I see. …I think we should both see the schoolmaster, Mr. Hall.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No. If this is the reason why you aren’t paying attention, then no, far from it.”

#the walshes #the walsh legacy #sims 4 #sims 4 decades #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 story #sims 4 history challenge #1900s #ts4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 1900s #edwardian #sims 4 legacy #ts4 #the sims 4 #byron walsh

[dont-go-raeken-my-heart]

Black Heir presumed dead at 18

-Sirius POV-

He reads those words and it's like time just stops.

For a split second, it's like everything just goes away.

All the pain, all the disappointment, the hatred. In that singular instant it's all gone.

And he's just Sirius Black.

He's just a big brother who is never going to get to hold his little brother again. He's never going to see him smile or laugh or even fucking breath.

And he knows right now in this moment he is gonna spend the entirety of his existence waiting for him.

For the sound of his heartbeat.

That gentle murmur, which lulled him into the only peaceful rest he could ever get in that damned place.

He will be forever waiting to twine their fingers together when he's scared, to trace the crescent imprints left behind, upon hearing their mothers footsteps.

Whenever he looks at the night sky he will never feel their shoulders brush or their shared breath. Instead in solitude he will search for him, for his little star that never shined as brightly and now he gets the reason why.

It doesn't matter to him, the fact that regulus was the one to let go of him first. Nothing matters in this never ending moment, because it feels like everything is breaking, but Sirius will cling to him like shattered glass cutting his palms, til he bleeds dry if he has to.

He won't get the chance to fix it. Fix them.

The part that makes him sick to his very fucking core is that his little brother died being so much braver than Sirius ever believed him capable.

And that very lack of faith will haunt him, because if he was capable of standing up to the dark lord in the end, then that means he was capable of saving.

It means that maybe if Sirius had dragged Regulus with him to the Potters that day, he wouldn't be spending the rest of his life looking for him in the whisps of dreams and memories now soaked through with grief.

It was his first ever purpose in life, to protect Reggie. And he's fucking failed. And isn't it funny that Walburga was right in the end, he's always been failure and he will never be anything else.

For a split second, Sirius realizes this ringing pain will echo forever.

And time continues.

But his little brother never will.

#regulus angst #sirius pov #marauders #black brothers #sirius black #im sorry #angst no comfort

[negative-speedforce]

Your OCs have each been given identical amulets. When they put them on, their powers are temporarily swapped with whichever other OC is wearing them at the time (if more than two are wearing at once, it's randomized between them) until the amulets are removed. How do they react?

Siv: (gets Soraya's lack of powers) freaking dies. Literally, if she's cut off from the Negative Speed Force, they will actually die.

Jay: (gets Pippa's speed) Is actually really happy because he has regenerative healing that will heal the extensive nerve damage in his lower body in a matter of hours.

Hailey: (gets Marie's control over the Hive Mind) goes to bed because she does not have the hardware in her head to allow her to make sense of that many voices at once and she gets a migraine.

Cassandra: (gets Aldrich's vampirism) Immediately starts biting people because she's not used to being a vampire.

Arya: (gets Max's lack of abilities) Is kind of disappointed that they can't shapeshift at the moment, but finds some way to cause havoc with it.

Esme: (gets Khalil's magic) Conjures infinite margaritas for herself and her friends

Gina: (gets Hailey's ghost powers) Either freezes Eobard out with Hailey's cold abilities or harasses him until he comes clean to Siv by haunting his house.

Ember: (gets Jay's lack of abilities) literally doesn't notice until someone calls her because they got their abilities

Cat: (gets Eric's magic) begins cursing world leaders and greedy billionaires

Kyle: (gets Thalia's Force sensitivity) continues his work helping people get out of domestic violence situations, except now with Jedi powers instead of lightning.

Max: (gets Siv's speed and elder god abilities) immediately starts running around the world and murdering the entire Forbes top 100, before passing out from hypoglycemia because he didn't know that speedsters have significantly higher calorie needs than others.

Eric: (gets Qiara's omnipotence) has trouble controlling it at first, but once he gets the hang of it, he's actually surprisingly responsible with it. He does go out in space though and drink a cup of tea on the moon just because he can, though.

Jacob: (gets Arya's shapeshifting and sonic powers) turns into a worm just to see if his husband will, in fact, love him as a worm.

Khalil: (gets Onnie's speed and elder god abilities) Immediately starts freaking out because he just turned into An Entity and this is honestly even worse than the magic that he's been trying to repress most of his life

Antonio: (gets Laila's Force sensitivity) Literally doesn't notice because her abilities are so similar to his.

Ameerah: (gets Vanessa's exoskeletal armor and acidic saliva) her extremities are basically bulletproof now so she gets a helmet to protect her head and proceeds to go rob a bank.

Rania: (gets Jessi's sonic abilities) Immediately begins studying her new powers and then, when Eobard tries to kill her, she hypnotizes him into turning himself in.

Reggie: (gets Cassandra's magic) literally doesn't notice because it's the same powers that she has

Director Hawke: (gets Liah's lack of powers) Immediately starts ranting about how this MUST be a metahuman plot to undermine her authority

Meredith: (gets Antonio's psychic abilities) starts psychologically torturing her enemies by beaming the most stupid, annoying, cringe-inducing things into their minds.

Cory: (gets Samira's lack of powers) Immediately tries to fly out their window and then falls on the ground. Ouch.

Kelsie: (gets Athena's lack of powers) literally does not notice until her houseplants start dying.

Onnie: (gets Jacob's magic) Literally just dies. She dies, slowly and painfully, of multiple organ failures due to being cut off from the Negative Speed Force.

Pippa: (gets Ember's crystal powers) Finally has enough to pay the rent because she starts summoning diamonds from the ground like some kind of off-brand Hazel Levesque.

Jessi: (gets Cory's antigravity powers) uses her new powers to put on an even better show at her next concert a la Pink by floating around the stage while singing.

Hyun-Ki: (gets Victorie's vampirism) Has stronger psychic abilities so he can resist Jessi's mind control, and he just walks out of her house and tells her to go fuck herself before buying the next flight back to Korea (and using all his rich guy money to buy blood from a blood bank so he doesn't have to eat people)

Marie: (gets Gina's psychic abilities) at first is stoked that the hive mind is someone else's problem, but soon realizes that she can hear everyone's thoughts on the ship, and that's honestly even worse because she really didn't need to know that Ensign Brax was horny.

Liah: (gets Dolores' vampirism) Immediately bites someone because she's not used to being a vampire and proceeds to cry for the rest of the day because she feels bad about it.

Qiara: (gets Matt's lack of powers) Is acutally really happy because her powers cause her an immense amount of chronic health issues and without those powers she can live life to the fullest.

Soraya: (gets Director Hawke's magic) Immediately starts magicking her ship so that it'll finally work right even though her crew prefers to goof around rather than do their jobs.

Thalia: (gets Kelsie's plant powers) starts tearing Imperial bases down by having nature reclaim them.

Reyna: (gets Meredth's speed) This is going to be a nightmare for anyone nearby. Reyna is already the most hyperactive person you will ever meet, and if you give her speedster abilities, things won't end well. You likely won't see her for a few days, just a brightly colored blur that yells "Woohoo!".

Laila: (gets Ameerah's empathic abilities) uses her new powers to strike fear into the hearts of anyone she meets.

Athena: (gets Sohelia's dhampyr abilities) Athena + a vampire's natural seductive abilities? She's going to be eating well, then performing vivisections on the person who was previously her dinner. Force help anyone who comes into contact with her at this time.

Samira: (gets Kayla's super soldier abilities) Immediately gets to work rearranging her house because she can finally lift her furniture all by herself.

Aldrich: (gets Esme's light powers) is at first super happy because he doesn't have to be a vampire for now, but then is kinda bummed because his powers could kill any of his vampire friends.

Sohelia: (gets Cat's lack of powers) Is kinda frustrated because she no longer has the powers that have kept her alive while she's been on the run- but on the other hand, there's no need for her to be on the run anymore.

Matt: (gets Reyna's Force sensitivity) Yay! No more being at risk for dislocating a joint just by doing menial tasks, he can do said menial tasks via telekinesis!

Vanessa: (gets Rania's lack of powers) She's at first super happy to be fully human again, then she ends up pulling some stunt that she could normally due because of her reinforced exoskeleton, and ends up breaking her arm or something.

Dolores: (gets Reggie's magic) Immediately starts drafting a spell that could turn any vampire who became one non-consensually back human.

Victorie: (gets Kyle's electric powers) At first is super confused because she's no longer psychic, then ends up accidentally lighting half the forest on fire, before passing out due to exhaustion.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man

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Thank You, Jerry~ Part 2

Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader

Summary: After getting an afternoon free from the band, Luke decides to see his parents, only to find out something he wasn’t expecting.

A/N: THIS IS A REPOST!!! I posted this on my sideblog when this account wasn’t working and now, I’m posting it again here just to clean things up! Hoping to have the next chapter out soon!

WC: 2.9K

SERIES MASTER

Part 2: And to quote Twilight

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Last night was a dream, right?

No. There’s no question about it. Last night was a dream. Period. Jerry did not exist. Jerry does not exist. There’s not a ghost haunting your house!

… right?

No!

“Y/N! Get up, or you’re gonna be late!” Your dad’s voice echoes heavily through the house before the front door slams shut when he leaves for work. Not even a moment later, your alarm blares. You don’t move to turn it off, instead you pick up your pillow and press it firmly against your face to muffle the loud scream you release. Was it long? Honestly you had no idea, but it did feel good to get out any possibility that last night wasn’t a dream from your mind.

Ghosts weren’t real, end of story.

Now that you’ve faced that terror of the day, you had another to battle. High school.

Leaving your high school a quarter of the way into your senior year isn’t ideal for most kids, and you were definitely one of them. You hoped the kids and the teachers were nice, but you haven’t really gone to a new school in years. Everyone knows each other at your old school.

Turns out you can blend right into the background at Los Feliz High School.

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Luke pops back into the studio as Julie is saying goodbye to Alex and Reggie, reminding them to stay out of trouble while she’s at school, as if the boys needed reminders and as if they listened to them.

“Where have you been?” Reggie asks when the guitarist garners their attention.

He hums as if he didn’t hear the question, trying to think of anything to cover up the fact he’s been at your night for hours.

“Just out.” He shrugs and the boys share a look with a Julie.

“You’re not still upset about your parents’ house, are you?” Alex asks from behind his drums, twirling his sticks between his fingers.

Luke stares at the ground for a moment before shaking his head, but he doesn’t say anything. All three pick up on his weird silence, but they aren’t sure exactly what’s causing it.

“Okay, well I’m gonna be late for school, so you guys be good.” Julie says before sending Luke one last worrying look and then another to both Reggie and Alex, urging them to figure him out before she was out the door.

Alex and Reggie exchange a glance before taking seats on opposite sides of Luke.

“Hey buddy.” Reggie begins with a wide, and rather fake, smile. Luke raises a brow at him. “How you doing?”

“Guys.” Luke’s sighs out, falling back against the cushions. “I’m not mad anymore.”

“You sure?” Alex asks not fully believing him.

“Would someone who’s mad do this?” Luke launches himself off the couch and onto the coffee table, presenting his arms out as he stands atop.

Alex and Reggie exchange another worried glance. “Yes, yes they would.” Alex says the same time Reggie says “Dude, you do that when you’re mad all the time.”

Luke huffs in disappointment and falls back into his spot with crossed arms. “Fine, maybe I’m a little mad.” He finally admits. “But I have to tell you guys something.” His voice lost its harshness as Alex and Reggie turn slightly in their seat to listen. He was going to tell them about you, all about his conversation and presence in your life but a strange hesitation stops him. What if Alex and Reggie make him stop visiting you? They probably wouldn’t, but what if they tell Julie and she makes him stop? Did he even want to visit you again? The pit forming in his stomach told him the answer was yes, he does. So instead of telling his best friends, Luke shakes his head and forces a smile. “Never mind. It’s- It’s nothing.”

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By the time lunch rolls around, you’ve spoken to a total of four people and three of them were teachers. The lunchroom was insane, kids were everywhere, sitting at and on the tables as well as the floor nearby them, it was a miracle you hadn’t stepped on a stray backpack as you looked around for anywhere to just sit and eat. It was loud too, as if the entire school was playing a different song and you begin to finally realize what your father was talking about when he said music was very important at this school.

After a few painful minutes of hunting for a spot, you find a table in the back with just two young girls sitting at one end and so you quickly take a seat at the other. The girls turn their heads and throw you small smiles as you sit down. You can’t hear their conversation apart from one word.

Ghosts.

Did you hear them correctly? Were they talking about ghosts? No. No, you must have misheard. With last night and now their conversation, it was too big of a coincidence.

“Hey.” A soft voice pulls you out of your fretting as you look back at the two girls, both of them watching you curiously. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re holding your fork like it threatened you.” One of them pointed out to the utensil in your hand and you quickly released it, letting it clatter on your plate as you shake your head.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” You assured them, taking another glance around the lunchroom. “Just nervous, I guess. It’s my first day.” They scoot down the table closer to you and you do the same, dragging your tray across the table and making the three of you laugh at the awful sound it makes. “I’m Y/N.”

“Julie.” The first girl waves and smiles.

The second girl also smiles but throws up a peace sign. “Flynn.”

“How are you liking Los Feliz?” Julie asks as she takes a bite of the sandwich in front of her.

You hesitate before sighing. “It’s fine. A little different, but I’ll get used to it.” The girls nod. “Hey, is everyone just really into music here or am I crazy?”

“Well, we can’t count out crazy,” Flynn jokes and considering you’re believing you saw a ghost last night; she had a point. “But you’re either a music person or lacrosse person.” She points over to another table where students in letterman jackets crowd around, laughing so loud you can hear them from across the cafeteria.

You pick at the food in front of you. “So, what are you guys? Music or lacrosse?”

You figured the answer was kind of obvious, they didn’t really seem like lacrosse people, but it was a fair question as both their faces light up.

“Actually, Julie here is in a band and I’m the manager.” Flynn sweeps her hair over her shoulder, and you grow impressed with your new friends.

“Really?” You ask and start to match their smiles. “Would I have heard of you? What’s your name?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Julie says, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “We’re called Julie and the Phantoms.”

“You’re Julie and the Phantoms?” You blurt out, dropping your fork not-so-casually. Julie and Flynn both nod. “Sorry, it’s just my best friend loves you guys. You’re really good.”

“See Jules,” Flynn puts a hand around your shoulder, “the new girl thinks you’re good.”

Wait a second…

Phantoms?

Is that what they were talking about earlier when you overheard ghosts?

“So, phantoms?” You begin, keeping your head low. “Where uh, where did that come from?”

The girls share a look you can’t understand before Julie clears her throat. “Holograms. They’re holograms, my other bandmates. They’re Swedish.”

You stare at her, maybe a little longer than you should before you furrow your brows. “Swedish… holograms?”

They nod.

So not ghosts. Although they wouldn’t just tell you if they were… right?

“Interesting. Very cool though.” Your smile turns normal again and Flynn and Julie let out breaths of relief when you weren’t looking.

The lunch bell rings and you’re forced to pack up your lunch before heading to another boring class you can sit in the back of and pretend you weren’t going crazy last night. Maybe you still were because as you tap your pen against your desk, listening to your teacher ramble on about- well, you weren’t really sure- you couldn’t stop thinking about Jerry.

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You throw your backpack on the ground by your bed, sending the books toppling out but you don’t pick them up. Instead, you huff and fall on your mattress, tugging the blankets out from under you and wrapping them around your body tightly so only your head in poking out, although it’s squished firmly in the faded pillow lying at the head of your bed.

It had been a long day and Luke could most certainly understand as he watches you from the corner of your room. He glances over to the lamp, sitting on your desk untouched since last night, then he looks back to you.

There was a click, you could hear it through your pillow protection. You blow it off, old house, random noise, you hear random noises all the time. Then it happens again, and again, and again. So, instead of ignoring it, you peak an eye open. You can still hear the clicks, only now with your eye opened, you can see the wall of your room light up. Then go dark, then light again.

Unlike last night, you scramble off the bed, snagging your foot in your blanket and sending your entire body to the floor.

Luke winces when he hears your collision, and he can no longer see you. He almost walks closer to you, wanting to make sure you were okay, but you pop up, making him stumble back and clutch the desk.

“No, no, no, no,” you keep mumbling while clutching the blanket closer around you. You start pacing, keeping as far from the lamp as you can. “You’re not supposed to be real, you really weren’t. You were supposed to be a dream, Jerry, you weren’t supposed to exist!”

Your yelling ceases the same time your pacing does and you stare straight at the lamp. Luke doesn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He came here today on a whim, in fact he didn’t even know what he was doing. He looked at the clock, saw Julie was going to be home soon, thought of you and next thing he knew, he was watching you toss your backpack on the ground.

He didn’t know what to do, so he flickered the light on again.

You whine and fall on the floor in a lump of limbs and blankets. “You’re real.” You whisper. “You’re really, really real.” Luke turns the light on and off fast and you put your hand up. “Alright, cool it Casper. You’re going to burn out the light.”

Surprisingly, Jerry listens.

He sits in your spinning chair again, having too much fun in the seat but you don’t seem to care as you stare off into space, processing the last 24 hours.

“Okay.” You finally say as Luke slows down the spinning to pay attention, but he doesn’t stop, that way you’ll know where he is. “I’m talking to a ghost. No, I’m talking at a ghost, the ghost isn’t talking to me, it can’t,” you pause, glancing up at Jerry and tilting your head, “can you?”

Luke knows the truth: he can, but he doesn’t know if he should. Before he could find a way to silently tell you ‘no’, you yank one of your journals out of your backpack alongside a pencil and push them towards Jerry. “I don’t know if you can write, but if you can, um, try that?”

He hesitates for a moment before picking the journal and the pencil off the ground and your eyes go wide at the sight of floating objects. Slowly, you stand and shuffle over to the desk keeping a good distance from the still moving chair.

Luke flips it open, trying to figure out what to say before settling on a simple “hello”.

Your eyes scan over the word more than a few times, at first trying to understand the awful chicken scratch scribbled on your page but after that, it was purely in disbelief that you were talking with a ghost.

“Hi.” You whisper, tightening the blanket and hiding your giddy smile. “This is so cool.” Luke was in agreement. “Okay, um, what’s your name?”

Now that you learned Luke can write, it seemed only fair you’d ask him his real name, only the problem was that Luke wasn’t sure he should say it. What if this whole thing blows up in both of your faces. He wasn’t sure how, but with his luck it was inevitable.

You can call me Jerry :)

You snort, covering your hand with your mouth. “Oh, come on, you don’t have to live with me calling you that. What’s your name?”

I like Jerry

Maybe it was because his handwriting was impossible to read, but it took you a few seconds to understand Luke’s writing and in those few seconds, Luke was given the chance to finally look at you.

He liked looking at you. Your lip was pulled taunt in your teeth, eyes fluttering back and forth over the words Luke had previously written, and your smile, full of disbelief and wonder, was bright on your face. Yeah, he really liked looking at you.

“How old are you?” You break his thoughts. Luke shakes his head, quickly scribbling down the number 17 before pausing. He had a birthday since he’s been a ghost, so he scribbles out the 17 and quickly jots down 18. Then again, he’s had several birthday’s since he’s died, and he wasn’t really sure he could age anymore. He scribbled out 18 and rewrote 17, underlining it a few times to say it was his final answer.

You chuckle at the odds of this ghost being the same-ish age as you. “Okay, and to quote Twilight, how long have you been 17?”

“Twilight?” Luke asks himself. He assumes it was just another thing he would have to ask Julie about later and hope she doesn’t ask where he learned about it. He shakes his head and scribbles down 26 years.

“26 years?” You gasp softly. Never could you imagine being a teenager for 26 years. Hell, you’ve already experienced enough teenage years to last you a lifetime. “Wait, that would make you like,” you pause, trying to do math in your head, “43 years old?”

I died and came back 25 years later. Been a ghost for almost a year :(

You look at where you assume Jerry’s head is, your smile long gone. You have no idea what it must be like for him, over half your life gone just like that. “I’m sorry.” It was all you could manage to get out.

Your whispers make Luke’s stomach fall. He didn’t mean to make you upset or feel bad or him. He picks up the pencil, tapping it on your desk to get your attention and when you do look, he quickly scribbles something down on your paper.

Don’t be sad, I wasn’t alone :)

“You have friends? Ghost friends?” The comment makes you straighten yourself. “Are they here now?”

Luke chuckles.

No, no they’re not. They’re my best friends, we died together.

You place your hand on your heart. “Oh, that’s so sad.” At least they didn’t have to mourn each other. Losing your best friend or friends like that sounds horrible. “How did you die?” You ask without thinking. The chair stops moving for the first time in 5 minutes, and you realize you might’ve overstepped. “You don’t have to answer that, that’s personal, I’m sorry.” You ramble, taking a few steps away from the desk.

Luke only stopped spinning because he wasn’t expecting the question, not because it was too personal or anything. Your back was to him before he could even stop you and he quickly writes on the paper.

Hotdogs.

You weren’t looking at him, and even when he’s tapping on the desk with his pencil, you couldn’t hear it over your apologetic ramblings. Luke had no other choice.

He softly chucks the pencil at the back of your head.

“Ow!” you clutch the back of your head, gently rubbing it while turning to the invisible ghost behind you. “I get it, it’s a personal question, but there is no reason to throw things!” You shed the blanket around your shoulders, pick the pencil back up, and slam it into the desk when you’re next to Jerry.

You were about to speak again before the pencil was swiftly picked up and tapped against new words on the paper. “Hotdogs?” You read out slowly, wondering if you just read it wrong. “Hotdogs… killed you?”

Luke sighs. Food poisoning.

Your mouth makes an ‘o’ shape when you understand and fall into a seat on your bed. You chuckle to yourself. “I’ve never really liked hotdogs. There was just always something about them. I guess now I can say it’s because it killed my new friend.” Luke and you laugh at the same time, finding this situation quite comical. Your laughs slowly stop first, your eyes fall to the ground, and you take a deep breath. “We are friends, right Jerry?”

Luke didn’t need to think before he scribbled down a very simple yes.

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