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gumballavocadoharry · 2 months
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Stumbling in: Brother Harry:
October wind fluffed your hair the minute you felt the cool evening chill of fall shore through your skin. The taxi watched you tightrope walk up on the little brick pathway from the garage to the front porch glimmering a little shine from the overhead porch light. It was a little lantern for you after being stuck in a claustrophobic car, suckling in vomit and head spins; blurry lights radiating through the window, the mucky dew smell of London at night sent a shiver of isolation and adventure up to your spine, feeling the brisk euphoria of feeling "grown up."
You waved the taxi off, watching it slowly and quietly pull out from the driveway and gain its momentum back in the main street. Standing there for a while looking and taking in all the shadows of the picture painting houses on the block. It was so quiet, jaded with emptiness and complete privacy outside. A nocturnal poloroid moment for you; alone, unnoticed, but shady. Street lights sent spotlights in front of them; spaced so pristine and perfect, that somehow you went unseen. No one could see or hear you. That was until you thought slowly opening the front door would be the same way. But in every household, there's always one person who's either halfway asleep or fully awake.
Harry. Your brother.
"Where were you?" His voice, filled with silent rage and sternness. His green eyes seemed to penetrate through you like it was a stranger that had appeared in his presence, not his younger sister. "I was out.... I'm sorry I'm late, I lost track of time-"
"I was worried sick! You didn't call or text- not so much as a voicemail that said: "Hey, it's yn, I'm sorry I'm late." Nothing." A warm flush poured through your cheeks, looking down at the little wood floor that sported dark blotches over them. You could feel Harry stepping closer to you, eventually feeling his finger lift your chin to his face. His eyes were scanning something deeper, you could tell....no matter how hard you wanted to focus and force yourself to identify what he was looking for, you couldn't.
"You've been drinking?" You furrowed your eyebrows, scoffing a huffed giggle, "Are you serious? No." Now Harry's eyebrows were furrowed. "Yes you were! Yn-" Harry pushed himself away from you to collect his composure. His temper was blaring, and if scared you..... enough for shaky inaudible breaths to echo from you and your legs to dart you from the front door and upstairs to the bathroom. You ejected whatever was running through your stomach with the beers you had before flushing the toilet and dragging yourself to your bedroom.
A ping whiffed through you, snaking through up to your lungs. It shot faster upon your brother's creaky steps on the stairs. Lights were dim, your head; empty and pounding and Harry's quiet peek into your bedroom with dreary eyes and a silent disappointment....you knew he was.
You could make out the shadow of door closing behind Harry as his silhouette dissolved from the hallway.
Dust bunnies tickled your nose, the glow of the morning sun shimmered through the window. The headache seemed to fade and bitter aftertaste of Bass Ale simmered away. Breakfast crept through the crack under the door; the thick smog of muffins clouded through your room. A tense of happy came over you thinking of fluffy dough that would float and melt on your tongue. But, realization of Harry being the only other in the house, interrupted the euphoric thought.
The clock was striking to nine. You couldn't put off breakfast any longer; loud roars of your stomach became intolerable. You changed out of your clothes from last night, donning fresh new ones before stepping down the stairs. Shame splashed onto you, seeing the back of Harry at the stove, cooking breakfast for you and him. After everything, he's still doing this for me..... You thought. You took one step closer, then another, then another...until there you were.....only a few steps away from him. He clicked the stove off, turned to you and then back to the muffins. "Breakfast is ready," he set them on the stove before going into the living room. The flicker of last night haunted you like a ghost swimming around your mind.
Those feet planted on the wood, back to back, shoulder to shoulder against the door, and those angry lasering eyes that bore into you like the sun at its angriest. You didn't know what to say... Harry was sitting in the rocking chair, reading through his text messages and you catching a glimpse from coming through the doorway.
Yn where are you?
Pick up!
Why aren't you answering your calls? I'm really worried about you!!! I've been driving for hours and....
Harry looked up to you, feeling your presence in his space. "Yes?..." You came around to Harry's front and ducked yourself into hug. "I'm sorry....I'm really sorry Harry.....I shouldn't have come home so late.."
Back was bare and drafty, until Harry's soft hands cupped themselves around your body. "Why were you drunk yn?" You pulled away, letting tears trickle down your cheeks. "I don't know....I had a few drinks and I guess I lost count." Harry shook his head, "Yn...."
"I just wanted a good time!" You blurted. Harry looked at you, his eyes softening, "There is no 'good time' in getting drunk. You lose complete control of your senses and that's very dangerous. Anything and anyone could've hurt you......and I wouldn't be there...no one would've been there yn. That's why I was so upset.. I'm very protective of you and if anything ever happened...I just don't know what I'd do." You swallowed, biting your lip, allowing the lecture to twist inside you, knowing your brother was right. You picked the thin lip skin with your teeth, nervously questioning what Harry was going to do.
"Come here yn," you fell into his arms again, "I love you very much....very much," the sweet whisper warmed you.
"Don't ever forget that." Harry squeezed tighter. The room was filled with the quiet silence of breathing and heartbeats. You didn't say it out loud, but internally...you promised Harry, you truly would never forget just how much you were loved.
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jegulus-till1die · 10 months
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“the marauders got the teenage years the golden trio couldn’t and the golden trio got the adulthood the marauders couldn’t get”
STFU😭😭😭😭
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wolvesandshine · 1 month
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Sirius: Momma didn’t raise no quitter
Regulus: Actually our mother didn’t raise us at all so I am in fact, a quitter
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littleliterarylesbian · 3 months
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Sirius: And now! I must leave! My darling Moonbeam needs me!
Regulus: Whore.
Regulus: Oh my god, who said that?
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lovefromremus · 12 days
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sirius signing to regulus to never speak to him again across the hall when regulus comes back after christmas with the mark
regulus who taught them both sign language incase one day walburga hurt sirius bad enough he wouldn't be able to speak
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James and Sirius hang mistletoes at every doorway/entrance, so they have an excuse to kiss Regulus and Remus.
Regulus asks Remus to help him set the table while James and Sirius play with Harry.
As Regulus comes out of the kitchen, Remus runs into him at the entrance
Regulus:
Remus:
Sirius:
James:
Sirius: We didn't think this through
James: No, we did not
Harry: Kiss!
Remus gives Regulus a peck on the forehead
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marvelomadness06 · 1 year
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If you think quidditch players weren’t superstitious, your wrong, and if you think James wasn’t the worst outta the lot of them, you’ve got another thing coming.
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accio-sriracha · 4 months
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The Not-So-Much Black Brothers.
~~~♤~~~
"Mr. Potter." Sirius' grin widened as he caught sight of his brother.
Regulus couldn't help the twitch of his lips as he nodded back,
"Mr. Lupin."
And they stood there for a moment, basking in the freedom they felt. They had singlehandedly cut off the fucked up line of the most ancient and noble house of Black.
And they were so godamn proud of it.
"I'll see you tomorrow for dinner at your's?" Sirius asked, hopeful. Regulus nodded,
"See you tomorrow, Sirius." His smile was genuine now.
The Lupin's, Potter's, and Evans' lived happily ever after, and that's canon, thank you very much.
~~~♤~~~
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likeprongstostars · 3 months
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godfathers dayy
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gumballavocadoharry · 10 months
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Ties before guys:
Ian. The most charming cache to roll off your lips, and the most beguile image of a bulky muscled dark blonde, silver eyed, cleft chin and a magnetising smile. He lit up your world like a thousand lights that floated within the stream of the midnight river.
Ian had this protective complex where anything that could be a threat, was a threat. So, he would wrap his girthy arm around your shoulder and menace any guy that would look you up and down with coquettish grins or stares.
But there was one guy who wouldn't allow himself to be swindled by this 'charmer'; Harry, your older brother. Harry would shoot Ian's intense looks back with pieces of his own; glaring at any little edgy thing the hunk would try to pull. You saw it as a friendly competition between the two over who could protect you more. But it was anything but friendly.....Harry hated the guy.
Ian was a jock like; he was nice and sweet to you, but everyone else, he would be exceedingly cruel towards. Especially Harry. Ian deep down was jealous of the bond you both had with each other and how protective Harry was of you. So it no doubt became an issue when he saw you were dating an awful man like Ian. Of course, like all the lovesicks of the world; you were too blind to see the bitterness of his double side.
Harry tied his long locks into a bun, while sitting on the couch waiting for the 'monster' to arrive. "Harry, he's not a monster. Of anything he's a huge sweetheart," A snort escaped from a disgruntled Harry. "I bet he is." Sarcasm bit into you from the auditory irk your brother had created now in the thick of the tension.
"And isn't this 'sweetheat' an hour late?" His voice now smothered in exasperation. "Maybe he's running a little late, but don't worry, he'll be here." Harry nodded, looking down with pursed lips.
He wasn't shy about expressing his antagonism for Ian, and you were no stranger to knowing this. Finally a knock at the door sounded and Harry sprung from the couch before you could even glance to the door. "Hi, is yn re-"
"Where were you?" Harry questioned, the frown still not leaving his face. "Hi babe, sorry about that." You interjected. Since when do you have to apologize? Harry thought. Ian wrapped you into a tight hug, squeezing your thighs more provocative than justifiable. Harry sharpened his glare at this but softened at the notion he forcibly suggested. "How about I go with you guys to the movies?" You squinted your eyes, in clear vivid annoyance, but Harry couldn't care less at the maddened gesture.
Ian looked at you, sharing your annoyance but utterly and disgruntledly agreed, seeing at the lack of free choice in this situation. On the car ride, Harry drilled Ian with questions. Steam was pouring from your ears and you could just about punch Harry for pestering your boyfriend all because of his inquisitive desire to be overprotective. Gosh, even Anne didn't act like this!
Upon arrival, Harry did just about everything to get in between you and Ian: standing in the middle of you two and pulling you away from him, sending you off to get popcorn and drinks and staying behind to interrogate Ian. You growled at this, and became obstinate in wanting to be around Ian.
During the movie, you made Ian sit next you on the opposite much side much to Harry's chargain. Ian didn't hesitate to make a move on you once given the chance. He grouped your breast in his meaty hand; which bothered you.....but you assumed all couples took things physical at one point.
Harry glanced over, and pressed a tight angry glare to Ian.His teeth almost turned sharp to the points and his face grew hot and red; seething with vexation at this jock. Your eyes silently screamed for help, but your mouth was pursed tight, taking in every moment of being taken advantage of. Whether you believed it or not.
That night, after coming home, the air was silent yet brittle. Harry knew what happened, and you knew that he knew. Ian was at home and you decided to busy yourself with the dishes. "I'll help you," your big brother suggested, "Oh it's okay-" But Harry had already plopped on an apron and some gloves. You gulped back any mention of Ian as you knew that's what Harry was going to talk about.
"Good movie," You started, Harry nodded before placing a fork into the clear water side of the sink. His heavy breath rhymed a hollow mood, the more he shoved the dished into the sudsy bubbles and then clearing them off for you to dry.
"You know, Ian is an amazing-" "I don't like him at all Yn," Harry's bluntness took you for a ride. The curve he threw at you was something unexpected as he was very heedful with his words. Harry noticed your flabbergasted look, and didn't inch it off your face until he explained himself.
"I saw him trying to make a move on you while at the movies. He groped you Yn and I could see you were very uncomfortable." Anger rose inside of you. Deep down, Harry was right about feeling the bile of being seen as nothing but a mere sexual barbie doll to Ian. He didn't respect you, but you had another reason for staying with him.
You were terrified of the guy.
He stood a few solid feet above you; towering over you like a lanky tree. His bulky muscles could easily dominate you in strength, and his thick hands could pin you with every breath. But nonetheless, you still didn't think it to be Harry's business.
"Ian was just trying to cuddle. And besides- you barged in on our date!" "I'm glad I did, or else I would never have seen that! Yn, Ian is no good, and I really don't want you seeing him again."
"I can date whoever I want! You're the one getting in the way of our relationship all because you can't accept I'm growing up and have a new man in my life!"
"Yn-"
"No! Forget it Harry. You're the one who's no good for me!" You slammed the dish down before running upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you hurt Harry, but you didn't care. In fact, you wanted to hurt him. You slammed the door and threw yourself onto your bed and cried. Everything Harry said was true, and the olid truth ate at you like a virus. Nothing could shake that feeling of not having what you needed in this relationship.
Heavy footsteps; ones you distinguished to Harry's pattered up the steps and past your bedroom, stopping for a minute and then continuing to his bedroom. You both stayed silent that night.
The sun was up and you layed in bed just staring at the little dust bunnies that were illuminated in the sunlight, floating around.
You pondered heavy on what Harry had said. Despite the zealous of silence between you two, you still took heart of what you're elder brother had said.
So, you set your ambition on calling Ian up and asking him to meet you at the park. Ian became excited, thinking this was a date. But your heart raced at the thought of being alone with Ian. But not completely.....at the park, in front of hundreds of people who could call the police if needed. "I'm off to the park," You announced, coming into the kitchen where Harry was eating his breakfast.
"Ok." He plainly said, still swollen at the arrows of words you shot into him last night. You met Ian at the park as promised, where he stood in a tight t-shirt, muscles bulging out of his arms assertively.
"Hey Ian," Nervousness was more of a covering than the yellow tanktop you chose. "I called you here because.....I feel like our relationship isn't working. We want two different things and- I just don't think it's going to work out....I'm sorry."
You wanted to walk away, but Ian's eyes turned red- his teeth clenched and his rancorous arm reached out and grabbed yours. "Yn, you don't see we're perfect! It's that stupid brother of yours isn't it!" Ian's aggression scared you. It shook you into a paralyzed stance. "I love you Yn,....and you're going to see that when-"
"GET OFF HER NOW!" A voice behind you yelled. You quickly turned to see Harry, grab Ian's arm and shove him away from you. You were astonished by the bravery Harry exhibited, despite Ian towering over him. Harry quickly ran to you and turned you and himself away from Ian.
"Are you alright?!" Your brother asked, eyes burning with fear, anger and adrenaline. You nodded, collapsing into Harry's arms. Even Ian's steroid like muscles didn't feel as safe as Harry's.
"H-how did you know I was here?" Harry smirked, "You said you were going to the park earlier.....I just had a gut feeling about Ian....and I felt you were in danger, so I followed you and when I saw him grab you like that..." Harry's jaw clenched. He grabbed your face gently and looked into your eyes. They twinkled with a fierce amount of protectiveness. "I just just couldn't let anything happen to you."
You cried into Harry's arms. "I'm sorry. For everything that I said. I didn't mean it....you were right and you're the best brother ever." You sobbed.
"I know," Harry's cheekiness meant you had been forgiven. Well, you always were.
You both walked home, arms wrapped around each other. You didn't need Ian to make you feel like a true lady.....you had Harry for that. The first and greatest man in your life. Your brother's love was more than enough for you.
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jamespotterbbg · 1 month
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my roman empire is that the actors for sirius and remus thought they were portraying a couple.
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wolvesandshine · 16 days
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“You know now that Regulus isn’t an asshole it’s getting harder to ignore the other thing.”
Lily simply raised an eyebrow. “What other thing?”
James sighed, waving his hand in the air. “You know. The thing we all know but can’t say in front of Sirius.”
As Lily connects the dots, a slow smirk appears on her face. “Is the thing that Regulus Black is good looking?”
James scoffs. “He’s not just good looking. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on - the way his hair falls in perfectly styled curls, his inquisitive eyes hiding so much knowledge -
Lily rolls her eyes. “Okay lover boy. I’m beginning to see why we didn’t work out.”
But James doesn’t stop. He’s on a roll. “I love it when he says my name. Even when he’s annoyed with me - “
“Is that so Potter?”
James jerks up in his seat, hitting his leg on the table in his haste.
He feels himself blush as he meets amused grey eyes. Lily is cackling in the background.
“So.. How much of that did you hear?” James asks, aiming for subtle and missing it by miles.
Regulus smirks. “Enough to know that apparently everyone should find me hot.”
James groans loudly, burying his face in his hands.
“Is there any way you can forget I said that?”
Regulus leans in and smirks - a very dangerous expression on him that James should not find as hot as he does.
“Only if you forget that I think everyone should think you’re hot too.”
And oh -
Well. What Sirius didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
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The Daily Prophet: two people have reportedly broken into the Ministry all by themselves.
Regulus: *scoffs* what idiots
*Front cover on the daily prophet, showing Barty and Evan running away from the aurors*
Regulus: wait, those are my idiots
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siriuslygay1981 · 2 months
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Sirius-This is my best friend
Regulus-Oh haha you should hide him from me if u don't want me to flirt with him
Sirius -He's older than you?
Regulus-He don't gotta know that
Sirius-He's literally right here listening
*James making heart eyes at reg*
Regulus- We don't gotta tell anyone bbg
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lovefromremus · 2 months
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when your card declines at therapy so they bring in your chosen brother telling you that he's dating your blood brother who you haven't spoken to in three years
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slytherinslut0 · 4 months
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tom riddle • fwb texts.
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#im not okay #im not okay at all
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