#i love writing them getting along but this felt truer to canon

[starchaserdreams]

Regulus & Sirius, Grimmauld Place library in the summer, angst, mutual frustration

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Regulus hadn’t taken more than one step into the library before he was accosted with sound. 

“You monster! You absolute monster!”

He turned to the speaker - his brother Sirius - and rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t be dramatic, don’t turn this into something it isn’t. It doesn’t have to be a fight.”

Sirius looked livid, even moreso having been told to calm down.

“You took away my voice! After everything that we’ve been through together, you threw it all away!

“I did nothing of the sort,” Regulus said, continuing his walk through their house’s stately library until he’d found his usual armchair. “You can stop being so melodramatic.”

Sirius didn’t back down, if anything he stepped closer.

“You sold me out! You told mother what I was planning to do!”

“I didn’t take away your chance to make whatever mistakes you’re planning on, I just gave her a warning.”

“Some brother you are,” Sirius said with a scoff.

Regulus pulled his book out of his bag and opened it, pointedly ignoring his brother. 

“You sell me out every time,” Sirius went on. 

Regulus closed his book and turned his eyes on Sirius, glaring intensely. 

“And you don’t? Your crusade to fight back hasn’t gotten me caught up in it every time?

“That’s not fair,” Sirius said quickly.

“Is it though?” Regulus asked with a raised eyebrow. He kept his voice down, but it was icy. “They think I’m on your level. I get in just as much trouble as you do, and I’m never involved. For once I just had to keep myself out of it. I don’t deserve to get punished for you acting out.”

Sirius’ eyes widened. 

“We could stand united against them. We could-”

“You don’t understand,” Regulus said, “I don’t want to. I want to keep my head down until I graduate.”

Sirius shook his head and finally sat down in the next chair over. 

“I don’t understand you. I know you don’t like anything you say.”

Regulus nodded, not bothering to hide it.

“Yes, and the second I graduate I’m out of here forever. But I’m not causing trouble for myself before that. And you aren’t causing it for me either.”

Sirius gaped at him. 

“It doesn’t bother you? Acting like you like them and the things they say?”

Regulus shrugged. 

“It doesn’t matter if it bothers me. We have different strategies for managing in life, okay? Just keep me clear of yours.”

Sirius nodded, looking numb. 

“I can’t believe you actually admitted it. You hate them too.”

“I do,” Regulus agreed, “but I need you to let me live my life. Get yourself in trouble, I don’t care. But let me survive my way.” He looked carefully at Sirius. “Maybe I’ll see you on the other side. Maybe we can get on better then.”

Sirius nodded. 

“Yeah, I hope so.”

#regulus black #sirius black #the noble and most ancient house of black #regulus black & sirius black #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #grimmauld place #brothers angst #i love writing them getting along but this felt truer to canon #but I still think it's hopeful #maybe they can get on better after #they both want that #their coping mechanisms are just very different

[ajokeformur-ray]

Headcanons with J where he takes the reader to rob a bank with him for the first time

Please note: This request is written differently from the way I usually write J. I tried to be truer to canon because the more widely accepted, darker J is a style I admire and this seemed like a good place to start experimenting with that. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with it yet but you never know until you try.

This piece wouldn’t be what it is without the gentle guidance and encouragement of @jokerslilhyena​, who kindly discussed this at length with me.  Thank you, doll. I treasure and love you immensely.💕

TW; reader gets grazed with a bullet, blood and injury mentions, details of recovery. J’s a bit of a dick here - he warned you and you didn’t listen to him, so 🤷‍♀️

WC: 1, 439.

You had been getting closer and closer to J over the weeks and months that he had been in your life and now were you at the point that when J left to wreak havoc and chaos, you were right there at the door to see him off.

J found it amusing and he always waved off your concerns, almost apathetic was he to his own personal safety.

It was something you often argued with him about, but J wasn’t ever going to change and in the end you would just have to accept it, accept him, for all that he was.

The both of you knew that he would always make it back home, but your fears of J leaving and never coming home were always at the very forefront of your mind.

You were on edge every time he left the apartment, and only his coming home was enough to alleviate those fears. 

Both of you were aware that you feared for J’s safety, but he never took them seriously. He knew that he would be okay, and you would just have to trust him - he was a man of his word, after all.

Recently, though, you had been bugging J about going with him on one of his joyrides and J told you time and again a very firm “no”.

You pushed him though, refusing to take his ‘no’ for an answer, thinking that he was just being stubborn.

He wasn’t. Oh, he wasn’t. 

No, J was, at least in part, thinking of your personal safety.

It was true that you would slow him down because he would be forced to keep an eye out on you, and it was also true that you didn’t know what you were doing and that inexperience would get you killed, but J was also thinking of his safety.

If he got hurt protecting you, then you would get hurt and with both of you hurt and his idea (for never did he make plans) therefore down the pan, the entire heist would be a failure and J did not ever lose.

No. It was simply best all around (and less annoying) for you to stay home where J knew that you were safe. You’d just have to deal with the fact that he came and went, feline in nature was he.

It wasn’t about not wanting you with him (for the most part; J did so enjoy his alone time causing destruction in the city) or about the money or even about the idea.

No, it was about sending a message and what kind of a message would bringing you along send to his goons and to the targets of his bank heist?

But. You pushed, you begged, you annoyed J with your frequent questions. It got to the point where J could lip-sync along with you as he left your home, and with an eye roll would J say, “ah, no.”

Three weeks to the day that you began to show interest, J growled and spun around, “All right, all right. Jeez, what’s a guy gotta’ do to be left alone, hm?” There was a very definite bite to his voice and in several hours would you realise that you should have listened to him.

Your victorious grin faded quickly when J got really close to you. “You will do what I say when I say it. You will not get in my way. You will not ask questions. You will not question me. Do you. Understand?”

You nodded your head a bit too quickly and J narrowed his eyes, turning his head as he squinted at you, and the dreadful drop in your stomach only showed how wrong you were...

...You didn’t understand.

Hours later and the sun had long since dipped below the predominantly grey horizon. it was winter so the bank was still open and everything went off smoothly.

J had quietly asked for a number of his goons to keep an eye out for you and for a while, things were perfect and J was even beginning to (quietly) like the way you were with him. 

... But then a rogue bullet fired out of nowhere tore through your arm, taking a chunk of your skin with it.

Oh, the pain. 

It burned, white hot and sudden, heat shooting up and down the whole of your arm and your shoulder. 

You heard one of the goons who were staying suspiciously close to you swear, and then their hands grabbed you as they steered you off course and shoved you down roughly behind a counter, all of you dodging bullets which seemed to come out of nowhere.

You could hear J yelling about money and something about a bus while the goon who had grabbed you fumbled in his pocket for a bandage. 

Little care was given for your expressions of pain and verbal signals of the same and the bandaging job was sloppy and half-assed and you were sure that you could have done a better job yourself with one hand and your mouth, but you appreciated the gesture.

So distracted were you by the pain that time ceased to have all meaning to you. You distantly felt hands grab you and voices sounded like they were underwater, so hazy was your mind from the trauma your body had taken without warning.

There were movements and you dipped in and out of conversations, and then there was a haze of royal purple in front of your blurry eyes.

A gloved hand lightly tapped upon your cheek thrice. “There we go, Y/N, ya’ still with us, hm?”

“J - it hurts.”

J cooed mockingly and patted the top of your head roughly. 

You jerked your head away. The movement jostled your arm and you swore and J cackled. He was without sympathy.

“I told ya’, Y/N. But did’ya lis-ten to me? No. No, you thought you knew better than the Joker. I’m a man of my word, doll, and ya’ shoulda’ listened to me.”

“I’m so - sorry, J.” Your hand came up to cup the bandage on  the opposite hand and J smacked your hand away.

“A-ta-ta, no. No touching, doll. I gotta clean ya’ up all nice so ya’ don’t get infected.” J’s clicking of his T’s truly showed his irritation and his anger and you bit back a wave of nausea as J began to undo the sloppily applied bandage. 

He was tutting about the botched job and muttering to himself about people who thought they knew better, but you ignored his dig in favour of hissing in air through your teeth.

The air stung the wound and J whistled lowly. “Thaaat’s a pretty shade of red on ya’, doll. Gonna’ leave a scar.”

With a deft flick of his wrist did J have the dark green, battered first aid box open and he rummaged around with the same hand, the other hand wrapped around your arm just beneath the wound. 

His grip was firm - not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still.

J didn’t talk to you while he cleaned you up. He was quick, efficient, clinical in the way he disinfected your wound - the only warning you got was a second of eye contact and the way he pointedly took a deep breath - and then dressed it.

When J was done, he ignored you as he packed up the supplies, disposed of the used bandage and the gauze he had used, and disappeared off into the kitchen. 

He was back as quick as a flash and you had some pain medication and a glass of water put into your hands.

J watched you take them, grunted in approval when you audibly swallowed, and then he reached forward and, with some roughness to his touch, gathered you up in a hug.

“When, ah - when I say no, Y/N, listen, hm? You choose to stay home next time, because I ain’t patchin’ ya’ up next time.”

It was a lie and you both knew it, but you dared not to call J out on it. You were very lucky, and this did you both know as well.

The following days and weeks were painful. The air stung your wound, it was difficult to sleep, and the pain, oh - it was dizzying in its intensity.

But J had warned you and you hadn’t listened to him, something which J took to reminding you of every time you complained about it.

You had learned your lesson but that didn’t mean he’d take it easy on you.

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