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“You can’t love me,” Draco says. You can’t love me. You can’t love a forest burnt to cinder and ashes, you can’t love the aftermath of a war, the ground scorched black with pluming smoke, the air stifling and acrid. You can’t love me. You can’t love the aftermath of a massacre. You only stare at it, stare at it, and stare at it until you vision blurs.

“Shut up and come here.”

“You can’t love me.”

“Shut up.” Softer, “Just come here and cast the spell.”

Draco puts his wand to Harry’s temple, closes his eyes, and casts Legilimens.

Engulfed in light. Bright, and then gentle, the cold air suffused with the clean scent of pine. He opens his eyes, and he is in a forest: pines ancient and towering, evergreen. He looks around. First snow covers the foliage, pristine, the air silent and wondrous. His laughter rustles in the trees with the passing wind, like pealing bells.

“This is what loving you feels like,” Harry says, gentle. It’s as though his voice comes from his mind, not words but an echo. “I love you.”

You’re broken and I love you. You’re in pain and I love you. You think I can’t, but I do. I love you.

Draco’s vision blurs.

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What cosplays have you done/are hoping to do? *also thanks for the likes, much appreciated*

Hi, To date I've done: Ariel (little mermaid), Victor Nikiforov (Yuri on ice), Sirius and Regulus Black (Harry Potter) and Mikasa (Attack on Titan.) I currently have plans for: Ginny Weasley and Luna lovegood (Harry potter), Anastasia, and Ciel Phantomhive (black butler)

#cosplay #cosplans #little mermaid #harry potter #regulus black

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Mor/Mor

Sebastian Moran & Jim Moriarty

Pretty-psycho-boy by SD_Ryan, 34 k, explicit. Sebastian doesn’t know what to make of the sharp-eyed criminal who slams into his life in a scuzzy back alley. Anyone else would run, but Seb isn’t just anyone.

These Violent Delights by pasiphile, 168 k, explicit Sebastian Moran is a rebel without a cause (literally - pro patria mori is a pile of shite). Jim Moriarty is an evil genius in need of a right hand (not literally - he’s already got one of those in the freezer). It’s a relationship meant to be.

Westminster Care Home For Troubled Children by DemandMeNothing, 346 k, teen. Jim Moriarty is a troubled child. At only eight years old he’s been moved from Dublin to a London care home for difficult youngsters, having attempted to kill his parents and baby sister in a house fire. His roommate is ten year old Sebastian Moran, a painfully shy but incredibly violent little boy.

We’ll Burn Like Falling Stars Tonight by challengeaccepted, etothepii, 11 k, explicit. “Does it bother you to work with alphas? …I mean because you’re an omega.” “Does it bother you to work with men?” Jim asks guilelessly. He widens his eyes innocently. He’s dropped his usual accent in favor of Sebastian’s, making everything he says sound uncomfortably over-familiar. “I mean, because you’re a homosexual.”

Connect. by GameandWolf, 18 k, explicit. Jim Moriarty didn’t think he’d ever find his soul mate until he meet a nice normal fellow named Sebastian Moran. Jim wants to give Sebastian the world. He’s not sure how he’s going to do this without admitting that he’s a consulting criminal, but he’s going to find a way.

Different. by GameandWolf, 10 k, mature. Richard Brook/Sebastion Moran, and Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran. He isn’t the same anymore.

Human Nature by pasiphile, 7 k, explicit. Omegaverse. Jim is an omega who passes as an alpha, for the sake of appearances and his own sanity. Moran is an alpha who’s looking for someone to serve. It shouldn’t work, but it does.

The Care and Keeping of an Insomniac Tiger by marlowe_tops, 1 k, teen. Sebastian only lets himself sleep when someone else is standing guard.

relentless unheroic necessary by gyzym, 10 k, explicit. A swimming pool, a desert, two, the ends of sentences, guns, a future in the cards and a tiger in the brush and no one ever tells you: antiheroes have more fun.

After The High by bakerstreetashtray, 66 k, explicit. Jim Moriarty is ‘The Magpie’, an eccentrically talented rockstar who has the world at his feet. Sebastian Moran is drafted in as a last minute bodyguard on one of his tour dates, and scoffs at the idea of babysitting the rude, soft-spoken and leather-clad ego that is the star of the show. But everyone has their secrets, and 'The Magpie’ is no exception. And he never could resist showing off for an audience..

Rust Red Skies by bakerstreetashtray, 73 k, explicit. Army AU. Jim Moriarty is a newly qualified medic, uncertain about the job and heading out to Afghanistan to be posted out with a team. NEO Team, to be specific - headed by one, Captain Sebastian Moran. Working under impossible conditions in a volatile area, inexperienced with saving lives and recovering from a troubled childhood, the attention of the Captain is the last thing on Jim’s mind.

Engine Knock by goingbadly, 18 k, explicit. Soldier, killer, bodyguard. Whipping boy. Sebastian Moran knows what his job is: whatever Jim Moriarty needs him to be. Jim calls. Seb comes. Jim points. Seb shoots. If he wishes for more, he knows well enough to keep it to himself.

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Draco Malfoy headcanons.

(Drarry)

He's actually really warm. He's often the warmest person in the room which makes his hugs the greatest. Like this boy is a walking radiator.

He can speak five languages fluently: French, Italian, Latin, Russian and Greek.

He plays, piano and violin and can sing like an angel.

He loves to draw. The doodles on his parchment are beautiful. He likes to draw people a lot. Will sit by the lake and draw the people who pass by.

He's Gay. When he first realised he cried. It was Pansy that taught him to accept himself. She was the first person he told about his crush on Harry.

Loves to read. Often gets lost in his books, there could be a hurricane and he wouldn't realise if he was reading.

He's really graceful. He grew up dancing, his mother taught him to waltz since before he could walk. He can find his way through a crowded hallway with no problems.

He gets lots of tattoos after the war. Some mean things, some are just stuff he likes. They make his Dark mark feel less prominent, he gets flowers round it. He gets a white ferret in a slytherin scarf for the hell of it. Harry finds it hilarious.

He doesn't like sleeping alone after the war so he gets a cat, a fat ginger cat that curls up next to him.

He works as a healer for a few years but it reminds him too much of the war.

He does a tattoo apprenticeship under Luna and they open a tattoo studio together. He specialises in portrait work.

Thats where he meets Harry again. He comes in for a portrait of his parents. Draco spends hours drawing it from Photos. He recognises Harry's eyes from his mother.

Harry often Brings coffee to the studio for Luna, he gets into a habit of bringing it for Draco too. Draco takes his coffee black with two sugars.

Draco is a monster energy and doc martens kinda person.

He takes up smoking after the war as a way to ground himself, he quits two years into his and Harry's relationship but his leather Jacket never loses the smell.

When Harry asks him on a date the first time he asks, "Why would you want to date me?" And Harry's heart breaks.

He has a lot of problems with self image and never really fills his own expectations of himself.

He sleeps on the left side of the bed.

The Weasley's take a while to warm up to him.

He gets along with Fleur best. Partly because he speaks French and partly because she know what it's like to feel outcast from the family.

He apologises to both Hermione and the entire Weasley family.

Hermione goes to him when she decides to cover up her "mudblood" scar. He covers it with an otter in a Gryffndor scarf.

He's a really gentle when he tattoos, he doesn't like causing more pain than necessary.

Him and Harry renovate Grimmauld place together.

They get a black dog and a white cat.

Draco holds Harry's hand in crowds, they make him uncomfortable.

Harry sleeps on Draco's chest, he traces the Sectumsempra scars while Draco is asleep.

Draco proposes in Venice.

Harry decides to Propose back in Paris.

They get married in the gardens of Malfoy Manor, at night under the trees, in colours of Green and gold.

Their first dance is the 'War of Hearts', it is incredibly graceful. Draco leads.

Their honeymoon is in Venice.

They have one last dance in the hotel room, they're tired and it's late. They slowly dance with Harry's head on Draco's shoulder.

#slytherin headcanons #drarry headcanons #harry potter #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #lgtbqia+ #harry potter headcanon

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Christmas at Hogwarts 1978

Regulus had practically leaped at the opportunity to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas. His mother had finally agreed after a letter full of lies about him focusing on his studies during the Christmas holidays. In all honestly he just wanted to be anywhere but the dark house that he had the misfortune to call his home. It was incredibly lonely being the only Slytherin at Hogwarts over Christmas, part of him loved having the Slytherin common room to himself, no one to stop him laying over the plush leather couches or to stop him reading by the fire until the sun rose. He was aware his brother and his friends were spending their Christmas in the old castle as well but he’d planned to pay no mind to them, in fact they hadn’t actually realised he’d stayed for Christmas, considering he’d avoided sitting at the Slytherin table for meals, not wanting to sit at the grand table alone, the four friends were under the impression that the Slytherin common room was completely empty.

It was late, very late, almost three in the morning. Regulus was completely lost in Lily Evens copy of Alice in wonderland, Lily had given it to him in the Library earlier that day. He wad curled up in the armchair by the fire with a emerald green plush blanket on his lap, hands tucked into the sleeves of his jumper only fingers visible to turn the yellowing pages of the old book. 

“Regulus?”

Regulus snapped his head round, he hadn’t heard the soft creak of the portrait hole opening. There in the Slytherin common room stood a tired and rather fed up looking Remus Lupin, James Potter with his usual mischievous smile that little to his knowledge made Regulus’ knees weak, Peter Pettigrew who almost seemed scared of the youngest black brother and his own brother Sirius who looked utterly confused at his brother.

“What are you doing?” It was James that spoke up first.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Merlin Potter is your eyesight that bad? I’m reading.”

“He means what are you doing in here.”

“It may have escaped your notice brother dearest but this is in fact my common room, what I’d like to know is what are you doing here?”

“We were gonna prank the common room.” Sirius gave Peter a shove.

“I’m not even surprised.” Regulus turned back to his book.

“Are you letting us?” Remus asked in shock.

Regulus didn’t even look up from his book.

“Snape’s room is up the staircase on the right, three doors the the left, room 206. His bed is the one with the photo of Evens under the pillow.”

Sirius stood there in pure shock.

“You’ve got 10 minuets before i change the password.”

The four scurried up the staircase leaving Regulus back to his book.

The next afternoon regulus forced himself to go to the great hall for lunch. The Slytherin table was lonely and he was uncomfortable with the eyes that followed him to it as he sat alone. 

“Hey why don’t you come join us?” Lily asked, standing opposite him before he had put any food on his plate.

“A Slytherin at the Gryffindor table?”

“Come on Reg, do you really wanna sit alone.”

Regulus sighed, Lily always knew how to get through to him. The unlikely Friendship had come around during one of their Slugclub meetings. the two had made polite conversation over books and eventually it had grown over the months with Lily telling Regulus about her family and her sister and Regulus explaining his less comforting family.  

Over on the Gryffindor table Remus had his head in his book with a hand on Sirius’ thigh under the table. Regulus was aware of the twos relationship, they didn’t try very hard to hide it in all fairness. James and Sirius were fully engaged in a very tense game of wizard chess and Peter was stuffing his face with something.

Regulus sat quietly next to Lily not wanting to cause a fuss. He exchanged the book he’d finished for the next in the series and dove into it whilst eating.

“Fuck you Sirius” James Groaned as Sirius put him in Checkmate.

Sirius grinned, he was very good at Chess. Regulus had rarely been able to beat Sirius but he was in the mood for some fun.

“May I?” He politely asked.

Sirius looked between James and Regulus before gesturing to his brother to sit across from him, James taking his seat nest to Lily.

“You can try but I’ve never beaten him.”

Sirius reset the chessboard. The two could have probably set a record for the longest Hogwarts Chess game as the six were still sat at the table two hours later the brothers in a very heated chess game. The tables had long since been cleared and they were the last ones left in the Great hall. Sirius was in check. 

“He’s go nowhere to go he can’t win.” James Said.

“If he had nowhere to go it would be checkmate, but its not.” Regulus didn’t move his eyes from the board, he was studying Sirius’ every move.

Sirius moved a piece and knew he had lost when a grin broke out on his brothers face.

“Checkmate Sirius.”

Sirius honestly didn’t care that he’d lost. It was the first time since he’d left Regulus alone in that house, that he’d properly seen him smile.

#jegulus #regulus black #Sirius Black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #lily evans #marauders era #marauders fanfiction

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You can't tell me Harry's first year wasn't a huge set up by Dumbledore to see firstly how strong Voldemort was at that point in time but also to see how far Harry would go on his own.

Firstly I think that Dumbledore knew Gringotts was going to be broken into so he took that chance to use the Philosopher's stone to Lure Voldemort out and to put suspicion in Harry's head that there was something at Hogwarts.

Then the tasks to actually get to the stone, Perfectly designed to fit Harry, Ron and Hermione. Think about it he had portraits everywhere that could easily tell him who Harry was friends with and what they were specifically good at.

First Task - Fluffy. Which member of staff is Harry closest to at the start of the year? Hagrid. Hagrid sends him letters so he doesn't feel left out, I mean Harry literally smuggles a dragon out of Hogwarts for Hagrid. Knowing Hagrid it was highly likely that if asked he'd let slip how to get past Fluffy and of course Harry would ask Hagrid and in the time before Harry did ask about Fluffy the other Professors had time to set their tasks.

Next is Devils snare. Seems awfully covenant that Professor Sprout would choose a plant she taught about in first year, where Hermione Granger was top of the class. Convenient that it can also be defeated by the same spell Hermione used to set Snape on fire earlier in the year.

Then Winged Keys. Harry is literally the youngest seeker of the Century and it's a challenge that requires you to catch a small flying object whilst on a broom. The perfect challenge for a very good seeker.

Next is the Chess board set by Professor Mcgonagall. In the book Ron is very good at chess - "However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting then to do what he wanted." In full view of plenty of teachers and portraits Ron teaches Harry to play chess. There is no reason that a Transfiguration teacher would set a chess board for their task, The first three still fit with their corresponding subjects but this task is so obviously designed for Ron and I Think the chess game was enchanted to make sure Ron had to sacrifice himself because when it comes to the potions task there is only one potion to get back.

Fifth is the Mountain troll, now this task is set by Quirrell who at the time had Voldemort on the back of his head although I think Voldemort was also interested in seeing how strong Harry was at the time. Harry and Ron have already taken down a mountain troll earlier in the year. Why not go for a Dragon? If you can keep a mountain troll contained down there a Dragon shouldn't be too difficult. Why choose something Harry and Ron have already faced?

Then there's the Potions Riddle. Hermione says it herself it's a logic Riddle and may wizards dont use logic. "Brilliant. This isn't magic - it's logic - a puzzle. A lot of Wizards haven't got an ounce of logic, they'd be stuck in here forever." Who better to solve a logic based potion than a Muggleborn that uses logic for everything so much so that she forgets she has magic sometimes. Then we com to thr fact there's only one potion to get back, in no other task does it mention a way to go back and while I don't particularly like Dumbledore I don't think he'd let Ron be left alone to die in the chess room and also Quirrell/Voldemort wouldn't think twice about killing Hermione if she was to encounter him in the next room, which I think Dumbledore knew they would, but they need Harry to get the Stone.

Then the final room - The mirror of Erised. Now we know that Dumbledore knows that Harry has had experience with Mirror meaning he know what it is and what it looks like. This also adds to my theory that Dumbledore set the tasks after finding out how to tailor them to Harry and his friends because why not put it there in the first place? If he was truly trying to protect the stone why wait until Harry knows about the mirror to move it to the Chambers? Why not put it there in the first place? It would have been safer if no one had come across the mirror.

If any other group of students had attempted to find the stone they would have very likely failed. There is no reason that these tasks should be so tailored to Harry and his friends. However I don't think Harry's first year was just a set up to see how far Harry was willing to go to fight Voldemort, but I also think it was a test to see how powerful Voldemort was at that time because no one had heard from him since Godrics Hollow and if Dumbledore was going to prepare Harry to take down Voldemort he needed to keep an eye on how powerful he was becoming.

Remember Professor Dumbledore knew Tom Riddle while he was at Hogwarts and kept a close eye on him especially after the death of Moaning Myrtle, now we aren't really told what Tom Riddle was good at apart from the fact that he was close to Professor Slughorn his potions teacher but I think that some of the tasks were definitely things that Tom Riddle would have been rather good at but I think he knew that Voldemort wouldn't be able to take the stone out of the mirror because he wanted to use it for power. I also think Dumbledore knew that Voldemort was in the school and after the stone and I think he might have even known it was Quirrell. Quirrell became Defence against the Dark arts teacher after he went searching for Voldemort, that on top of Hagrid Mysteriously getting a dragon from a cloaked man asking about Fluffy and unicorns dying in the Forbidden forest.

I think Dumbledore Kept the stone at Hogwarts and set the specific tasks as a test to see how strong Harry really was knowing that he was about to have six years of shit ahead of him he wanted to test how far Harry could go and if his friends would really stick by him.

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #headcanon #harry potter headcanon #fuck dumbledore #professor snape #professor mcgonagall

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Sirius seeing Regulus' Dark mark for the first time.

It's late at night. Regulus is in the back of the library, completely lost in his book.

It's hot and he's not expecting anyone around.

Sirius sees his name on the map.

It takes Regulus a moment to notice that Sirius is there and what he's staring at.

Regulus yanking his Sleeve down but the damage has been done.

Sirius screaming.

Calls him a Death eater and a monster.

Regulus biting back tears.

Regulus not saying anything not even looking at Sirius.

Sirius wanting to cry.

Regulus flinching at the shouting.

Sirius reaching for Regulus.

Regulus pulling away.

"Why would you do this Reg?"

"I didn't want to."

Regulus getting up to leave.

Sirius stopping him.

"What made you think I had a choice in the matter?"

"The fact it's stained into Your arm and you seem to be showing it off!"

"It's only there because You left!"

Them arguing.

Regulus explaining.

"Mum did it. She promised you know who a son. She thought I might follow you and leave as well, so she found a way to make me stay."

Sirius apologising for leaving him.

Sirius pulling Regulus into a hug.

Regulus clinging to the back of his leather jacket.

Regulus going back to his dorm, angry that he didn't fight it.

Sirius going back to his dorm angry he couldn't save his little brother.

#sirius black #headcanon #regulus black #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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little things harry and draco like to do when (they think) no one’s watching :

linking pinky fingers together when they’re walking side by side

knees touching when they’re sitting in potions class

nick food off each other’s plates and wink to distract the other person while doing so

soft, gentle behind-the-neck kisses

always touching in a way, when they’re just strolling, harry would somehow have draco’s robe sleeve in his grasp

quick temple peck

harry getting draco’s books for him when he goes to the library 

draco always having a pair of harry’s spare glasses on him

harry saving extra chocolate treats and slipping them into draco’s pockets

damn those nape kisses

silently moving out of the way when they share a toilet

sending notes in the shape of origami cranes to each other that says “focus on the meeting, potter” and “stop staring, malfoy xo”

draco putting harry’s wand away in a safer place when harry just left it on his bed

on the topic of wands, using each other’s wands to do mundane daily stuff without even noticing it

draco putting a hand on harry’s knees when someone tries to flirt with him, to claim his bf status, duh

thumb rubbing circles into the back of the other’s hand when holding hands 

during arguments, draco would always avoid insults related to harry’s parents and upbringing

harry would avoid remarking the way draco feels the need to put himself above others so he isn’t crushed by others 

sometimes draco would place a palm on the small of harry’s back when they’re dealing with reporters together

harry cleaning after draco when draco just dumps his paperwork all over the desk

draco piling food on harry’s plate quietly 

sneaking a hand around each other’s waist when a touchy subject is mentioned by others

passing drinks to the other during pub nights  automatically while not breaking an animated discussion, when the other arrives

again, innocent neck kisses 

draco adding an extra spoon of sugar in harry’s tea when harry comes out of his room looking like he barely slept

harry passing the daily prophet to draco when draco passes the mails to him

harry tucking a strand of stray hair behind draco’s ears when the other is dramatically ranting about his day

draco hooking his chin on harry’s shoulders

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Albus and Scorpius–a friendship that transcends time (and the definition of “best friend” ^^)

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Draco catches the Snitch, Slytherin wins!

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morning / afternoon / night

from @cauldronzine ☆

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Quidditch Practice

It was a horrific, horrendous, horrible idea and Regulus hated it. The last place he wanted to be at 8:30 on a Saturday morning was the frost covered quidditch pitch with the entire Gryffndor team. The Captains of both respective teams had come together in a feat of unity or as Regulus liked to call it, Modern day torture. Fitness training. He'd been awake since five with Barty trying to find a glamour charm strong enough to cover the mark on his left forearm without it fading over the day.

The Gryffndor team was in a similar state to the Slytherin's, half asleep and silently plotting the murder of their overly enthusiastic captain.

"Come on Reg you should enjoy this." Barty whispered gently shoving the tired and mildly pissed off teenager's shoulder with his own.

"Why on earth would I enjoy running laps with the lions when I could be in the library."

"Because you get to stare at Potters arse all morning."

Regulus gave Barty a hard shove.

"Alright listen up!" The Slytherin captain called silencing the boys mumbling.

Regulus tugged on his sleeves not even bothered about covering the glamoured mark more just trying to conserve heat.

"Were going for Twelve laps of the pitch."

There was a collective groan from both teams.

"Off you go!"

Regulus and Barty rolled their eyes in sync, Regulus tightening his ponytail before beginning his laps.

A few laps in the teams had kept the same formation, the Captains at the front, followed by a mix of chasers and seekers who were tailled by the beaters and lastly the keepers. Regulus and Sirius, despite not sharing more than a few spiteful glaces had managed to find themselves in almost perfect sync, for the first lap of their synchronisation Sirius had kept an obvious stare on his brothers left arm which was covered by his quidditch gloves. Regulus felt like he was dying, cardio was definitely not his thing but he'd be damned if he let either Sirius or Barty overtake him and well Barty was right, James Potter's arse looked great while running.

They finished their laps With Regulus, out of pure spite, Pulling slightly ahead of Sirius before finishing. The two collapsed with the rest of the team's sweaty and out of breath.

"Good warm up Guys, take a breath and we'll get those abs working!" Robert Wood, the Gryffndor captain, yelled over the graveyard of tired players.

It was Regulus who sat up first.

"With all due respect Wood, Go fuck yourself."

"I should make you do an extra lap for that Black."

His grey eyes narrowed at the captain.

"Try it, I dare you." He flopped back to the floor

"What you gonna do Black? Crucio me?"

"It's looking tempting."

There had been rumours round Hogwarts since Regulus started his sixth year of his Involvement with the Death eaters, no one had gained any solid evidence however but it was enough to make Sirius search for black stains on pale skin and for Robert Wood to be weary of the youngest Black brother.

The ab workout was hell. More than hell, like hell with extra flames and demon shit. The Captains decided on a final match after the break but for thirty minutes excused them back to the changing rooms to cool off.

Regulus tugged the hair band out of his curls letting them fall around his shoulders before taking the bottle out of Barty's hand.

The Slytherin's had long since discarded their jumpers and only His quidditch gloves and a temperamental Glamour charm stood between Regulus and a one way ticket to a cell in Azkaban.

"Enjoy the view during laps?"

Regulus gave his usual 'go fuck yourself' look to Barty however the shorter boy was the only one who knew about his secret crush on James Potter and oh boy did he like to exploit it.

The teams were given their five minute warning, many grabbing their brooms and making their way out. Regulus went to tie his curls back up, their hair tie snapping in his hand and flinging somewhere across the room. He cursed under his breath routing through his bag to find another one with no luck. The only person left in the changing rooms was Sirius.

"Sirius?"

"Yes Regulus?" His tone was apprehensive as he turned to face his brother.

"Have you got a spare hair tie I cant find mine?"

Sirius was slightly taken aback, he was half expecting some insult to be chucked his way. He tossed the one off his wrist to his younger brother taking the moment of silence to get in his question.

"Why the gloves?"

Regulus finished throwing his hair in a bun and looked lazily at Sirius.

"Because I'm a seeker, better grip."

He sighed.

"I know what you're asking Sirius."

"Do I get an answer?"

Regulus unbuckled the straps around his gloves, praying to every deity that existed the glamour charm had stayed put, he pulled it down to reveal nothing but pale skin and a few red patches from his gloves.

Regulus joined barty on the pitch, using his teeth to do the buckles up.

"Glamour work alright?" Barty whispered making sure no one heard the exchange.

"Perfectly."

The end match was rather uneventful, ending in a draw with Regulus catching the snitch, however a personal highlight of his was taking the Quaffel off his friend and Chucking it through the Gryffndor hoops taking Robert Wood with it.

#jegulus #sirius black #regulus black #harry potter #marauders fanfiction #marauders #quiddch #one shot #headcanon #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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Regulus: I’m the most serious guy you’ll ever meet.

James: Last week I fell in the lake and you laughed nonstop for five minutes.

Regulus: It’s not everyday you make a fool out of yourself.

James: ...

James: Should I be touched or offended?

Regulus: Depends in which will make you like me more.

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under the invisibility cloak

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Good Catch

The rain was hammering down with little to no sign of stopping, the wind throwing quidditch players off in all directions, yet somehow the game continued. Slytherin vs Gryffndor, the final match of the season. It was James and Sirius' last match at Hogwarts before they graduated and they were neck a neck for the cup with Slytherin.

Regulus swiped his goggles desperately searching for the snitch to try and finish the match and get back the the warm fireplace of the Slytherin common room, emerald green robes drenched. They had considered rescheduling the match but both teams had decided against it, leaving them in the pouring rain.

Out of the corner of his eye Regulus saw the small gleam of the Golden snitch, flying directly at it, Gryffndor seeker hot on his tail. His hand clasped round it just as lightning struck the pitch and screams from the crowd echoed around him. He looked up rapidly watching Scarlet and gold robes wrap around the figure hurtling towards the ground. Without a split second of thought the youngest Black brother dove towards the ground other hand wrapping round the back of crimson robes about ten foot about the ground, he released a cry of pain as the impact dislocated his shoulder, still clinging onto his broom and the snitch with his left hand his right hanging with the figure. It was only then he realised it was Sirius he had caught from hitting the ground from thirty feet up. The older boy had gone limp in his arm from the impact of the fall.

"POTTER A HAND PLEASE!" He screamed as the mess of Scarlet robes and black hair flew towards him. James grabbed Sirius' waist helping lower him to the ground both boys dismounting their brooms placing the unconscious teenager on the grass.

"Good Catch"

"I - Thanks.."

"Oh and Potter.."

"Mhm?"

"Sorry about this."

Regulus thrust his hand up into the air snitch miraculously still in it.

"Not only did he catch the Gryffndor Chaser, Black has caught the Snitch, SLYTHERIN WINS BY FIFTY POINTS WINNING THEM THE QUIDDITCH CUP."

Regulus grinned widely before the pain shot through his shoulder making him graps it hissing in pain.

"You alright mate?" Barry landed next to him with a soft thud, James had left with Madam Pomfrey when she had collected Sirius from the floor.

"I think it's dislocated."

"You could have just let him fall you know?"

"No I couldn't, he's my brother."

The next morning Regulus and Barty were wondering the corridors, Regs bag slug over his left shoulder his right still in a sling from the match.

"Hey Reg?"

He whipped his head around, the pieces hanging out of his messy bun falling into his eyes, he gently pushed them to the side as he watched Sirius run to catch up with him.

He turned to Barry, "Go I'll catch up with you."

"Just wanted to say Congrats on winning the cup."

"I -" he paused slightly in shock. "Thanks."

"Is your shoulder alright?"

"Oh yeah, just dislocated, it'll be fine in a few days. Are you alright, you fell nearly thirty feet?"

"Eh I've felt worse."

"Well I should-" Reg shuffled pointing behind him to where Barty was waiting for him.

"Oh yeah.. I'll see you around."

Regulus gave a polite nod and a smile before turning to walk towards Barty.

"Reg!"

He turned his head to face Sirius.

"Good Catch."

#sirius black #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #marauders fanfiction #headcanon #one shot #marauders era #marauders

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Holy Hell I love this

Can you please write some Jegulus Where Sirius wakes up to Regulus shirtless in bed with James. Thanks 😊

--can i just tell you before i start that i love u- this is the first time anyone sent an ask requesting i write something like this and i really appreciate it- just holy fuck i luv u- also plz send in more if you want or anyone really send in stuff like this plz 

Warnings- very brief description of what could be sex?????!!!??21/1//1 just kinda implies somethin u know (not spanking) 

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 Subjectively, the whole night was a bad idea. The whole thing with James had been a bad idea. He knew, knows, that he shouldn’t have spent so much time with James out by the lake, he knew that when the older boy went from Potter to James he should of stoped going. He shouldn’t have gotten close or attached because it was a bad idea. 

Doesn’t matter that the spot by the black lake; with the willow trees and wild flowers, was his spot first and James; the bastard, took it, he should of just left. When James first hugged him he should have never come back, he should of just left. Everyone else left, why couldn’t he? Why did he have to get hung up on the boy with golden skin and wide smiles, who laughed loudly but could talk in such a quiet voice? Why couldn’t he have left James as being his estranged older brothers best friend? Some sort of figure that he would never really know and was shrouded in his own jealousy.

James was always more than him; meant to do more and meant to love bigger people who go on to do great things that help people instead of hurt them. James, with his heart which was bigger than anything he had ever seen and kind enough to love him even when he didn’t deserve it. 

He scolds himself for not leaving, not leaving James alone in the shadows of his favorite trees with a snitch in his hands, when even now he knows that he would never be able too. He would never be able to leave James, even if he knew it was a bad idea he had kissed James and James had kissed back. 

And some part of him doesn’t regret it, doesn’t regret it at all. How could he? When he spent days and days with James, just the two of them; with cigarette smoke and bad singing in the air, with kisses and peaches on their tongues, spending time trying to teach James how to dance, with a hand on his waist and sloppy foot steps. When James laugh would ring in his ears how could he ever regret his bad decisions?

He doesn’t regret not leaving James, doesn’t regret kissing him. So when James had looked at him in that way, after they had drunk wine and kissed as much as they wanted, when James had lead him to the castle and up the steps to the gryfindor common room, kissed him until they stumbled to his dorm and laid him down, all he was thinking was that he would do anything for him, that he doesn’t regret falling in love with him. 

That night had been a mix between soft kisses and harsh bites, stifled laughs and flushed smiles. James had stared at him, even hours after, when he was laying on his back with a cigarette in his mouth and a book he picked up from of the floor about potions, both still awake even if it was 3 in the morning, stared at him like he was the star he was named after and Regulus felt like he could never be enough for the person in front of him, but he would never stop trying because James deserved at least that. 

They had both fallen asleep after that, Regulus in James arms, back pressed against the others chest, the air cool around them and their bodies slightly sticky from sweat. It had been peaceful and when he had finally dosed off, no nightmares or any moments of panic that caused him to wake up with a jolt, he had somehow, for the first time in what could of been years slept continuously through the night. 

When he had woken up, the sun was shining on James face. He had turned in his sleep so he was facing James, arms wrapped around the older boys neck, James had seemingly wrapped himself around Regulus, trapping him in. He looked beautiful when he was asleep. He looked beautiful all the time, Regulus thought. 

He stayed like that for far too long, watching the sun shine on James face, not paying attention to what surrounded him except for James. The noise of the other boys in James dorm didn’t reach his ears, the sound of water going in the bathroom, yawns and movement that he didn’t notice. When James woke up, he woke to Regulus staring at him and a gentle smile on his face.

“You know,” Regulus started, in a sleep roughened voice, “your quite ugly when your asleep.” 

James started at him for a moment, taking it to process what was just said to him, a slightly started laugh jumped from him, quiet and breathy, as he responded to Regulus with a kiss and tightening his arms around his body. 

When, the curtains around them were ripped open, they weren’t expecting it, not even realizing anyone else was in the room, and they weren’t expecting, in their morning haze to see the shocked face of Sirius Black staring at them.

And as Sirius started screaming causing the other boys in the dorm to look over, James had pushed himself up causes the blanket on his chest to fall lower exposing the many hickeys and bites that Regulus had left the night before, causing Sirius to scream even louder, and really Regulus was just tired and he was starting to get a headache from the screaming. 

James had gotten up now, a panicked look over taking his features as he tried to calm Sirius down. Regulus saw out of the corner of his eyes movement and when he looked over made eye contact with Remus, one of the other marauders, the group that James and Sirius was apart of. Remus when he saw him raised his eyebrow and with comically wide eyes shouted “Regulus!” and turned towards James in questioning.

Regulus watched in a sort of disinterested and distant way as his brother and the rest of the marauders stormed out of the room after a brief argument. My brother, out of all the people your fucking it had to be my brother? Prongs what the hell- I just don’t understand- What if he’s just using you? What then?

It was ringing in his ears, yet somehow it all felt so far away, like he wasn’t the one they were yelling about. James; who had just gotten into a fight with his closest friends, who was kind and generous and all he could do was stare at them with a broken and frustrated look on his face, because of him it was all because of him, had walked over. 

He looked at him concernedly, and some how he was concerned for Regulus when he had been the one who ruined everything. Watching him with wide worried eyes as he ran a thumb across Regulus’ face. When he dragged it off it had come away wet. He had been going over the possibilities over why his face was wet, he couldn’t think really, the ringing of screaming and shouts were still going in his head, so far away from what the beginning of the morning was like. 

“Your crying.” James said, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes suspiciously shiny. 

Oh.

#regulus black