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foursaints · 6 months

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talking about the emptiness of barty’s character in canon is making me sad so

Just Barty Crouch Jr Things™️

valedictorian but once fell asleep while dumpster diving for a single unopened blister pack of xanax

very… dexterous? good with anything precise that involves his hands. this means classical piano but also rolling freakishly perfect joints

major bad influence older cousin energy

like he’s driving you to soccer practice with one tattooed arm slung over the passenger seat, ray-bans dangling. he’s bitching about what’s on the radio. his random tinder date is on her phone in the backseat

singlehandedly keeping Liquid Death in business

that fall out boy katy perry cover where it’s like “i kissed a boy (to start a fight) and i liked it (he punched me 😈)”

pierced his dick. sorry

if james is a sports bro with a heart of gold then barty is the polar opposite of this. he looks like the sensitive alternative loner boy and has the soul of a douchey early 2000s dj who will steal money out of your purse after a one-night stand

but he’s also secretly sensitive. okay

””u up””

has exactly two modes: 1) listening to the cure 2) No Hands (feat Roscoe Dash) - Waka Flocka Flame

neither goth nor emo sorry that would be too much work. his edginess is both unintentional and completely effortless

INSANELY observant

has a knight complex but slightly to the left. had to be reasoned out of killing evan’s situationships with a hammer (chivalrously!)

barty has really loud ENERGY but his actual personality is pretty quiet and calculating. however he WILL nonchalantly pick regulus up at the most inconvenient times, everyone is screaming, reg is screaming… he thinks it’s soooo funny

he always smells the way that sparkling water tastes. like….. inexplicably clean

your bartender coworker who is always in the stockroom coaching his adorable tiny mom through her divorce over facetime while exasperatedly hitting a juul

could potentially have a heart under all that grime (maybe put him through a car wash?)

#HE’S SO. SLEAZY EX BOYFRIEND CODED #can you tell that i love him SOOOO much #t #barty crouch jr #barty meta tag

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emlovessid · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic february 6, murder, 252 words part one

After a grand total of seven hours and eleven minutes, the crew finally announces over the loudspeaker that they can begin boarding, the lounge breaking out into a chorus of cheers. While the first six hours had been some of the most painful of Regulus’ life, the last hour has genuinely been one of the most enjoyable, walking around the lounge with James pretending like they’re tourists looking at all the ‘sights’.

“What seat are you in?” James asks as they join the line of passengers.

Looking down at his ticket, Regulus reads out, “22F. You?”

“15C. I’ll come and say hi on my way to the loo,” James jokes.

Tickets scanned and plane finally boarded, James gives him a small wave when he reaches his row, Regulus smiling to himself as he settles into his own seat and puts on his headphones. The seatbelt sign has only just gone off after take-off when a message pops up on Regulus’ in-flight screen.

15C: You won’t believe who’s sitting in the row in front of me

22F: Not blue shirt???

15C: Yes blue shirt!! 15C: Please save me 15C: I want to take you out on a proper date, but I can’t do that if I’m in prison for murder 15C: (I hope that’s not too presumptuous)

Regulus wishes he wasn’t on a plane surrounded by people right now so that he could scream into a pillow or something without getting strange looks.

22F: I’d really like it if you didn’t kill him.

#the boys are back #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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starchaserwrites · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic / march 1: rugby / word count: 365

Too many videos, adverts and search suggestions about rugby have been appearing on all of Regulus' platforms to be coincidence. It only took a brief mention of the sport in a conversation with Barty and Evan while they were at work for it to flood every digital space Regulus owns. The funny thing is that of all the players out there, the one who is most reluctant to leave his phone is the one called Potter, who is apparently an eminence in the sport.

Regulus knows only the basics about rugby, preferring soccer to be honest, but over the last few days he has found himself in the spare time he has between flights, looking up more information and watching the games this James guy plays in.

All of this makes him feel a little foolish for succumbing to the insistent advertising, but a couple of days later it proves extremely useful when he sees a silhouette Regulus has become quite familiar with boarding the plane, and it leaves him gaping in surprise. When James Potter greets the cabin crew, which almost no one does genuinely, Regulus chokes with his own saliva, earning amused looks from his two friends and leaving him blushing as he helps the Gryffindor flanker find his seat in first class.

Despite the initial surprise, the flight goes off without a hitch, save for Barty making crude gestures at him from the back of the aisle every time it is Regulus' turn to attend to a particular passenger. A passenger who appears to be nervous, as Regulus has seen him catch rugby balls at several miles per hour, but seems to have lost all motor skills when he drops the blanket he is trying to hand him twice.

At the end of the flight, despite being at the front of the plane, James decides to be the last to get up to disembark, but not before giving Regulus his number.

Some time later, all of Regulus' platforms are flooded with James Potter again, but for slightly different reasons. And well, probably now somewhere in the world someone else is complaining because he's the one accompanying the player in almost every picture.

#based on a conversation i had with renn <3 #we agreed that our phones are spying on us #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #renn tag <3 #len writes

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poorlittlegreenie13 · 19 days

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Non-magical AU Barty would drive Evan & Regulus around in a souped up jet black sports car his dad tried to bribe him with at 90 mph with god awful straight-man chav rap songs blaring so loud you could not hear yourself think. Evan would sit passenger’s side and every so often try to distract Barty by grabbing his face to kiss him or grabbing his thigh. Barty would laugh manically and take his eyes fully off the road to snog Evan. Regulus would sit entirely unconcerned in the back seat writing in a notebook or reading a book. The first time Barty gives James a ride somewhere James screams the whole time, nearly passes out, and subsequently insists that regulus obtain a driver’s license of his own.

#jegulus #marauders #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #evan rosier #James potter #regulus black #marauders headcanon #jegulus headcanon

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allyeardepression · 6 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 22 evoke | words: 1,6k

big shout out to @frnkmush for helping me with this one, you’re such an angel 🫶🏼

tw: swearing, mentions of wounds

part one

On Monday evening, Regulus received an Instagram message request from someone called jfprongs. He went to check on the person’s profile to see who they were, and—oh god.

At the sight of a radiant smile, bronze skin, and golden glasses, all memories from the night before evoked in him. He suddenly remembered making an absolute fool of himself by asking a doctor who just stitched him up on a date.

While he was drunk.

The first thing he did was send a screenshot of the profile and the message that read just a simple ‘Hi’ to the group chat.

i can fix him (i can’t)

Reg

<2 photos attached>

that’s the doctor from last night

what do i do??????????

Barty

skakksjsksjsjsjsjajsjsj

Evan

Pandora

what is he doing in your dms?

Reg

…

i may or may not have asked him out

There was a short pause before his phone started ringing.

“What the fuck do you mean you asked him out?” Pandora asked, amused. In the background, Regulus could hear Barty and Evan laughing hysterically.

“Well, I was drunk, and he was really hot. We should all be grateful I only did that instead of trying to convince him to fuck me on his desk,” he responded, trying to take off the bandage off of the fresh wound without making it hurt more than necessary.

On the other end of the line, he could hear Panda huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, thank god that whore didn’t come out.”

“Any—oh fuck, it hurts—anyways, what do I do now?” Regulus asked again, finally throwing away the old bandage and starting to clean the cut. He hated using disinfectants on any part of his body, really, but on the face, it felt worse than anything.

His friend hummed thoughtfully. “I think you should text him back and see how it goes,” and so he did.

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On Tuesday evening, exactly at 7:36 p.m., Regulus was sitting on a bench in front of his apartment building and waiting for a grey Mercedes to arrive.

After he answered James yesterday, they talked a bit and agreed that Drunk Regulus’ idea about meeting sooner was actually a pretty good one. So he sat there, checking his phone every three seconds, hoping to see a message that would say ‘I’m here’.

He picked it up again when a grey car parked next to him and the passenger’s window rolled down.

“Hi Regulus, come in,” James invited him with a warm smile painted on his lips.

As Regulus took the front seat, the other man reached to the back, pulling a small bouquet of purple carnations.

“What’s that?” Regulus asked, confused. James eyes widened at that.

“Well, I assumed it’s a date, and I thought it would be a nice gesture, but if I overstepped or misread—“

“No, no, no, absolutely! That is a date, and those are lovely, I just—I'm not used to getting flowers.” He could feel his cheeks starting to burn a little when James smiled wildly, like a happy Golden Retriever.

They finally drove away from Regulus' block, heading towards the city center. The radio played some soft, lofi music that, added to the soft humming of the engine, started lulling Regulus to sleep. James must’ve noticed, because he handed his unlocked phone to him.

“Choose the next song; I’ll pick something after you,” the bronze-skinned man told him. Regulus, extremely eager, grabbed the phone and typed in the title he needed to hear right now. Thankfully, the chill music ended shortly after, and an 80s synth-pop melody came on.

“Somebody runnin’ through the field/Somebody shoulda stayed home/Somebody pickin’ up the body of somebody they were gettin’ to know,” Regulus hummed softly to Matty’s lyrics. James whipped his head at a light speed and looked at him with wide eyes. Regulus gave him a questioning look in response.

“First of all,” James began, “is it the one about the school shooting?” Regulus nodded, smirking. “Okay, that’s surprising. Second of all, you have quite a nice voice.” Now Regulus wasn’t smirking, just smiling sheepishly.

After ‘Looking for somebody (to love)’ ended, there was a disco bit, and Reg wanted to whine as soon as he recognised the song. The only thing that stopped him was that sparkle in James’ eyes.

And then the other man started singing.

“OOH, YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “What? Don’t you like my vocals?” James chuckled, knowing damn well he sounded like a cat in heat.

“Oh no, your vocals are just as lovely as your smile,” the younger man giggled.

They continued to take turns choosing songs, becoming more and more comfortable, and singing louder and louder.

They reached the restaurant as Olivia’s ‘all-american bitch’ was coming to an end.

“Wait here,” said James, getting out of the car and running around it, just to open Regulus’ door. The older man held out his hand in a dramatic gesture.

Reg rolled his eyes, taking the hand and getting out as well.

“Such a gentleman,” he commented sarcastically, yet still, he could feel the warmth spread inside of his chest at this small move.

They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, talking lightly about their favourite type of pasta. James gave the hostess his name, and the woman led them to their table, giving them two menus. Regulus scanned it in search of the cheapest meal, so he could afford it. The restaurant wasn’t really fancy, but it was still expensive.

“15 pounds for Carbonara? Is it made of gold?” He mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough, because James replied, ‘Don’t worry, it’s on me’. This caught Regulus off guard. “What do you mean? I asked you out; I should be the one paying.”

“Yeah, no,” was all James said, and the other man kept looking at him in confusion. “You’re a student; I work full time; it’s only fair if I pay,” he continued, looking up from his menu.

Regulus opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut them back up. “Yeah, okay, you have a point.”

After that, they talked only about what they should order, settling on a lasagna for James, pumpkin ravioli for Reg, and a bottle of rosé.

“So,” the older man started. “What do you study?”

“Oh, um, painting. I’m in art school,” he mumbled in response, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m not gonna lie, I know it won’t get me a lot of money, but I love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means I’ll have to eat pesto pasta for the rest of my life.” He couldn’t exactly read James’ face; it looked kind of blank.

“Can I see any of your work?” he asked finally, sounding actually interested. So, of course, Regulus reached for his phone and started scrolling through it in search of the pieces he was most proud of. When James saw the one with the white stag running through a blue forest, he pointed at it and exclaimed, “That. I want that one in my living room,” and Regulus laughed lightly at him. “What? I mean it. How much do you want for it?”

“A thousand pounds!” the younger man kept chuckling.

“Deal.”

“Wait, are you for real?” He looked at the man opposite him in bewilderment, and as the other nodded with a smile, he couldn’t help but smile himself.

It was how the rest of the evening went—they ate, talked, drank wine, and talked some more. They left, again hand in hand, discussing a playlist for the ride home.

They were just a few blocks away from Regulus’ building when he decided to turn the radio down a little.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to James. “I had a really good time.”

“Would you like to do it again sometime?” The other man asked, also turning.

“Yeah, sometime,” he answered softly, pink blooming on his cheeks. He received a small smile back.

When they finally reached his block, Regulus didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he fully turned to face James and looked him deep in the eyes. The older man didn’t break eye contact; he only smiled brightly.

Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me.

James reached in his direction, brushing a loose curl from Regulus’ face back behind his ear. Instead of withdrawing his hand, James put it on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

They stayed like that for a few seconds (or hours) before James broke the silence.

“Can I walk you to your flat?” and Reg just nodded in response.

They got out of the car the same way they did before. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to the third floor. As they reached his door, Regulus turned to James again. And once more, James’ hand found its way to Reg’s cheek. The moment was tense, almost tangible. Until-

“Can I kiss you?” The older man whispered, like a secret.

Yesyesyes

Regulus only managed to nod once before he felt soft lips on his. It wasn’t an obscene kiss with a lot of teeth and tongs; it was gentle and sweet, like the first kiss in middle school. It didn’t last long either—far too quick for Reg’s liking. James rewarded him with another sweet kiss, this time on the forehead, before he pulled away with the same bright spark in his eye that appeared during ‘Dancing Queen’.

“Good night, Regulus,” he said softly, taking a small step back.

“Good night, Jamie—I mean James,” the older man chuckled, shaking his head.

“I like it; you can call me Jamie. I’ll see you soon.” And with that promise, he turned around and walked down the stairs, throwing just one last look at Regulus before disappearing on the floor below.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #the marauders #dead gay wizards #jegulus microfic #modern au #artist!regulus #doctor!james #1k words or more #by: allyeardepression #slytherin skittles

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ninety-two-bees · 4 months

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@jegulus-microfic | jan 13 — wet | words: 714

this is part two of yesterday’s microfic. here’s part one

The rain is coming down heavier than it has in weeks, and Regulus just missed the last bus back to the studio.

It’s probably for the best. His bus pass has been expired for weeks, and it’s only a matter of time before someone catches on. The smart thing to do would be call James. It would be so much easier than walking back in this downpour. He just…can’t bring himself to do it, so he starts walking.

They’ve been on a few dates now. James takes him to places he could never dream of affording, and he doesn’t put up a fight when James insists on paying. He makes up little lies—oh, my phone broke just this morning and all my fancy clothes are at the dry cleaners—and James insists on giving him the money to replace it all. Regulus’ plan is working perfectly.

So why does he feel so bad about it?

James is a decent guy. He doesn’t ask too-personal questions, he doesn't ask for more than Regulus is willing to give—by all accounts, he’s a gentleman. He has to know that Regulus is just using him for his money at this point, but it doesn’t seem to deter him from asking to spend more time together.

Maybe that’s the problem. Taking advantage of a creepy older rich guy is fine until he turns out to not be a creep. He seems to genuinely give a shit about Regulus, and that can’t be said for many other people. Maybe he should call things off before James gets too attached.

“Regulus?”

Fuck.

A familiar car pulls up next to him, and he knows he can’t just walk away. With a sigh, he braces himself and turns to see the driver. “Are you stalking me now, Potter?”

James rolls his eyes, but there’s a stupid affectionate grin on his face that makes Regulus’ stomach flip. “You know I can’t get enough of you,” he teases. “Is there a reason you’re out in the rain? You’re soaking wet.”

“Fancied a walk,” Regulus says dismissively. He tries to ignore the shiver that runs through his body as he’s forced to acknowledge how truly drenched his clothes are. Even his socks are wet. Gross.

“Get in the car, Reg. I’ll take you home,” James offers. Regulus is about to decline, but the car door swings open and he realises he has no choice.

James’ car is far too nice for him to be dripping rainwater on the seats. It seems like every surface is heated, and James still reaches into the backseat to produce a blanket for Regulus. It’s not fair. He’s too nice.

“Can you just take me back to the studio?” he asks as James starts the car.

“You should really go home, Reg. Dry off. I don’t want you getting sick,” James insists. “Let me know where you live and I’ll drive you there.”

“Just take me to the studio, James.” This is the moment Regulus has been dreading—the moment it all falls apart. James is going to put the pieces together and realise that Regulus has been lying to him this entire time. It shouldn’t be so terrifying. He was going to end things with James anyway. Maybe it wasn’t James getting attached that he needed to worry about.

But James doesn’t say anything. He just nods and begins the drive back to the dance studio. In the time it takes to get there, Regulus’ clothes have begun to dry, but the discomfort has found its way into his bones. This isn’t how he wanted his last moment with James to go.

Always a gentleman, James walks Regulus right up to the door of the studio. “Call me in a few hours and let me know that you’re still feeling okay, yeah?” James asks, and Regulus offers him a curt nod. If they were really dating, this is the moment they’d kiss goodbye, but they don’t. This has only ever been transactional for Regulus, and he thinks James might finally be figuring that out.

“Goodnight, Regulus. Take care of yourself,” he says, offering Regulus one last smile before making his way back to the car. Regulus watches him drive off, feeling a lot like he left his heart in the passenger’s seat.

#marauders #marauders fic #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus microfic #ao3 writer #kit's microfics

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onehundredflamingos · 6 months

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4 / map / 576 words / NSFW

Unofficial jegulus microfic with @emlovessid

“How much longer until I get off the freeway?” Regulus asked, eyes darting to James in the passenger seat before going back to the road before them.

Shit.

“It, uh, it was a few miles back, actually,” James replied, sheepishly.

Regulus groaned. “For fuck’s sake, James, give me the map.”

“No,” James whined. “I’m doing the music too!” He was being a brat, but he didn’t want to give up control of the maps and the music, not to mention that he was texting Sirius; Regulus never paid enough attention to him on road trips so he knew he would be bored without his phone.

“You’ve lost your privileges,” Regulus huffed, putting his hand out like a disciplining parent, which gave James an idea…

“Please let me keep my phone, Daddy.”

Regulus’ head whipped to the side, pupils blowing wide. “W-what did you call me?”

“Oh, you like that, I didn’t really think you would like that,” James said, grinning. Regulus’ eyes were back on the road now, but James could tell that he still had Regulus’ full attention. “Maybe,” James added, still spurned on by Regulus’ reaction to the pet name, “if I suck your dick right now you’ll forgive me for missing the exit, hm?”

Regulus let out a small sound from the back of his throat, a whimper of acquiescence as James ran his hand up Regulus’ thigh, palmed his cock roughly through his jeans.

James worked open the button of Regulus’ pants with one hand before sliding his hand in, rubbing his fingers up and down his hard length, soft pads against the smooth flesh of his cock. He pulled his hand out and pushed Regulus’ underwear down in the front, watching as his cock sprung free.

“Mmm, Daddy, you’re so hard for me already,” James crooned, desperate to dive down and get his mouth around him.

“St-stop calling me that,” Regulus breathed.

James looked around, ensuring no cars were too close to them, before finally leaning down and into Regulus. He laughed against the head of his cock, mumbling a quick, “but you like it,” before taking it fully into his mouth all at once.

He didn’t plan to take Regulus slow, not while they were in the car—he tightened his lips around Regulus’ shaft, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head quickly. James knew it would be a race against time, a race against all of the cars around them, against any law enforcement on the road.

Regulus instantly tried to buck his hips, seatbelt stalling his movement, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “Fuck, James!”

He pressed a hand into James’ hair, pushing him deeper onto Regulus’ cock. James forced himself to relax his throat, to take all of him. He bobbed his head faster, the way Regulus was guiding him, cupping his balls and squeezing them lightly.

It took Regulus only a handful of seconds more to spill down James’ throat, the car miraculously not jerking in the slightest, not even as a shiver rolled through Regulus when James pulled his mouth away.

“Did I do good for you, Da—”

“Fuck off,” Regulus said, but his cheeks were still flush, a slight tilt at the corner of his mouth, which only made James laugh—from smugness, from love. “And James?”

“Yeah, babe?” James asked, still grinning like a fool.

“Give me the map.”

Oh, shit.

They were really lost now.

This time, James didn’t bother trying to say no.

#James would be shit at maps #and regulus would just be so fed up #jegulus #jegulus microfic #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #james x regulus #starchaser

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northlt · 14 days

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TSHOEH au

Sirius Black, one of the most famous actors of the 20th Century. A womanizer of sorts. The media loves him, his family? not so much.

Wherever he goes, tragedy and drama follow. He's smart, he's cunning, he's charming, he's manipulative. He goes after what he wants and he always gets it.

He's had seven wives, or at least that's how the story goes. Everytime, he's pictured with some different woman. He never really manages to stay with the same one for very long.

He's never been one for subtlety. Always loud and obnoxious and transparent.

At least that's what the media thought of him.

An old Hollywood legend, friends- with the likes of James Potter, Lily Evans, the directors Mary McDonald and of course his own brother he rescued from their abusive parents, Regulus Black.

They're like a galaxy by themselves. Always revolving around one another. All of them stars, but Sirius burns the brightest.

Near the end of his life, he hires his godson to write his memoir. And so Harry Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans, writes the story of Sirius Black, his seven wives, James Potter and his "marriage" to Lily Evans and the peculiar case of Regulus Black.

The public goes crazy, naturally.

The book goes through Sirius' life. At first, how his parents were abusive, how Sirius learned the traits he mastered later to be a good liar, mostly as a survival tactic.

Harry has written about how eventually it got so bad, Sirius had to run away to his best friend's house. Fleamont and Euphemia Potter, both being in the film industry had no problem introducing James and Sirius as new talents. Nepotism gets you everywhere.

The book goes onto how Sirius starred in his first movie with James, something about two young boys during the World War. Sirius had finally found his calling. He loved it, the cameras, the attention, the articles. He absolutely loved it and he used his fame for everything.

After the release of his first movie, he gets a letter, just two words. Sirius, help. And so he does. Regulus was an adult by then, and yet unable to escape the grasp their parents had on him. So Sirius did what his baby brother asked. He helped.

The papers went crazy with that one. "FILM STAR SIRIUS BLACK KIDNAPS BROTHER FROM FAMILY HOUSE" It only makes Sirius laugh harder. Because the papers have always been wrong. There hasn't been a single thing in his life the Papers have been right about and if there was, it was because Sirius had laid all the answers in front of them, waiting for them to piece things together.

In any case, he continued his rise to fame. James' second movie was with an actress their age with flaming red hair and just as fierce a personality. James had been in love since the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Lily Evans had come from a poor background, with none of the connections Sirius and James had. And yet she'd proved herself multiple times.

They dated for a while in their early twenties, but it didn't seem to work out so they stayed friends.

Sirius' third movie, Regulus' first, was directed by a woman Sirius was first tongue tied around. Not in the romantic sense, Sirius had just never met a female director until then.

Mary McDonald was a force to be reckoned with. If Lily had been fierce, Mary was a whole different story.

As unprofessional as it was, they dated for a while. The papers had a field day with that as well. "MARY MCDONALD, DIRECTOR SLEEPS WITH ACTOR FOR CONNECTIONS"

Sirius never paid them much mind. He got what he wanted from Mary and so did she. When they eventually stopped dating because they figured out neither liked the other romantically, they continued to stay friends.

When Lily won her first well deserved award, they went out to celebrate. Just them. James drove, Sirius in the passenger seat, Regulus suffering in the backseat grumbling about how he'd rather be anywhere but there.

That's not to say the others weren't successful. James had girls wrapped around his finger, millions would literally throw themselves at him. And yet he never reciprocated, never went out with anyone after Lily.

He was a successful actor in his own right, films after films after films. He was a diverse actor, anything from biopics and romance to tragedy and comedy.

Regulus acted in plays mostly, though he did his own share of films. The public loved him, word on the street was- men mainly.

So they drove and drove to the middle of nowhere. Just Sirius, James, Regulus, Lily and Mary. Until they stopped at some shitty diner surrounded by nothingness as far as the eye could see.

That's where Sirius met Remus for the first time. Just a waiter, a snarky one that seemed to have no idea who they were and was downright rude to Sirius at times.

And still, they all came back. Again and again and again. When Mary won her first award for one of her films, when Regulus won awards for the musicals he starred in, when Regulus ditched theatre entirely and moved to music, when Sirius won his first golden globe- again and again and again. Somehow they always ended up in that diner.

Which is how Sirius found himself visiting the diner alone sometimes, just to get to talk to Remus in that small town where no one knew him. Which in turn is how he found himself in bed with Remus more times than just once.

So when Sirius won his first Oscar, he dedicated it to his Moony of course. And the public went wild as they had a reputation of. "ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK'S NEW SWEETHEART?"

It's not that Sirius hadn't dated before Remus. Hell, he'd even had a Vegas wedding with a fellow actress, a small wild fling with a famous singer and he'd lost track of all the women who wanted him. But this was different. As the times were, he knew the two of them would never be able to live as they wanted. Fame had given Sirius everything he wanted and yet it couldn't give him Remus.

They broke up, they made up, they got back together. Again and again and again.

Later, Sirius wondered why they wasted so much time.

Sirius caught James and Regulus in the bathrooms at the Grammys once. He'd groaned in disgust and made a huge deal out of it, teasing the two endlessly.

Regulus had been beetroot red even as he got on stage to collect his award. James had just hung his head in shame in the audience, only looking up during Regulus' speech where he thanked Sirius and "the sun" whatever that meant.

They were always in each other's orbit. Whether it was because James, Regulus, Lily and Mary wanted a child they decided to coparent, or simply because they were all just best of friends.

Remus didn't like the fame part much, but he tolerated it for Sirius' sake.

As always, rumors arose and so Sirius had to deal with them. He went in public, flirted with a few women, got into pr relationships and a few pr marriages over the following years.

His last marriage was to Mary, or rather his last legal marriage. Because in his heart, he'd been married to Remus as long as they'd been dating.

Fame trickled away, as it usually does. But they were immortalized for their works.

And now, after all of them had gone, Sirius would immortalize them for the right reasons. He wanted to tell the public their real story, not the one they had been acting in for decades.

And so Harry Potter wrote his book.

#remus x sirius #sirius #marauders #regulus black #marauders era #james potter #dead gay wizards #hogwarts #sirius black #the marauders #jegulus #starchaser #remus lupin #tshoeh #evelyn hugo #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #mary mcdonald #wolfstar

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foxalade · 6 days

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the Marauders on a road trip

Remus: either driving or in the back middle away from everyone with Regulus, tries to stay away from James + Sirius and Barty + Evan

Peter: Enjoys looking out of the window, probably gets carsick, has all of the snacks and shares them with everyone, in charge of food + drinks

Sirius: Passenger Princess if Remus is driving and forces Remus to put his hand on his leg, in charge of Music, if not in the front he will be in the middle with James, giggling and playing stupid car games (I spy and such) He definitely takes his shoes off and puts his feet in people's faces

James: annoys people on purpose, cracking jokes with Sirius, constantly asking if they are there yet, desperate to stop and stretch his legs every half hour, good driver but doesn't drive long (he got them lost)

Lily: Good driver, but also good navigator, less annoying, sits with Remus and Reg on the back seat, but also joins in the gossip

Mary: Gossips. She's talking non-stop. Also a passenger princess but only if Lily is driving, has her feet up, arm out of the window, looks amazing to say they probably only got 3 hours of sleep before Evan and Barty woke them with a metal pot and spoon

Marlene: asleep on Dorcas, probably with her mouth open + drooling, curled up on a seat, watches movies

Dorcas: makes sure Marlene doesn't get cold, wakes her up for food, joins in some of the games + Gossip

Pandora: Fun facts about the most random shit, points out plants and animals to everyone else, navigates, Lily's 2nd passenger princess

Evan: Snores really loud (on purpose), farts to annoy everyone (Barty thinks it's hilarious), won't shut up either, joins in the Games

Barty: complains about the seats being uncomfortable and sits on Evan instead, keeps asking "Are we there yet", joins the games and joins Pandora with the fun facts (his aren't as fun but more disturbing)

Regulus: fed up. In the back seat with Remus (but at the window), secretly wants to be James' Passenger Princess but he doesn't want to ask, sleeps + listens to his own music. Contemplating his entire life decisions and why he agreed to come on the trip (we only wanted to share the bed with James)

#marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadows #pandora rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #regulus black #On a road trip #harry potter

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sommerregenjuniluft · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic september 2 — piercing —1058words — nsfw! cw: daddy kink, age gap, slapping

this one's for the daddy’s kittens gc @pinkthekla @grimjobs <3

“You’re gonna be good for me?”

“Yeah,” Regulus moans when the man tightens his fingers in the curls at the back of his head again, “’m gonna be so good for Daddy.”

He growls low in his throat before he takes a deep breath, “Then behave. No more sucking at your straw like that and eye-fucking me from across the whole room. I’m here with clients on business.”

Regulus makes a petulant little noise and pouts his lips.

The older man crowds him impossibly closer against the bathroom wall, “If you can sit pretty and patient on that bar for another half hour,” he tilts Regulus’ head up with two fingers under his chin, “Daddy is going to reward you, baby.”

A gentle shiver whacks through Regulus’ frame.

Noticeable, if the slow smile blooming on the other’s face has anything to say about it. He releases his hard grip on Regulus’ short hair and cards his fingers along his scalp soothingly. It’s so weirdly possessive Regulus feels himself grow even harder in his pants.

“Oh, yeah, I think you’re gonna be able to do that for me, won’t you, love?”

Regulus swallows with some difficulty, “Yes, Daddy.”

He hums happily, “Good boy.”

When Regulus tilts his head higher in search of a kiss the older man steps back with a chuckle. Extracts himself from Regulus entirely and walks over to the sink to tighten his tie in the mirror. Tries to smooth back an errant strand of his salt and pepper streaked hair, futile when it falls right back in its place dangling over the thick frame of his glasses.

Regulus lets his head thunk back against the hard wall with a sigh, cursing internally as his eyes track the muscle jumping under the pristine white shirt.

The man grins into the mirror when he catches Regulus doing it, walks back over and to the door, “Half an hour, baby.”

True to his promise, half an hour later has Regulus being in the passenger seat of the new, red McLaren GT.

Regulus barely prevents himself from mounting James (Potter, CEO of something or another as he’s learned) in the lift riding up to his penthouse.

He’s pressed against the wall of the thing, railing digging uncomfortably into his lower back and making horribly embarrassing needy noises as the older man keeps him pinned by the hips, squirming in place and licking into his mouth with all the leisure in the world. Contact so light and teasing Regulus feels lightheaded from it.

Is so concentrated on trying to deepen the kiss, ignoring the husky, “Slow down, baby,” biting and sucking at James’ mouth that he barely registers the way the taller man manhandles them through the flat and into his bedroom apparently.

A large hand wrapped around his throat stops Regulus then, the lightest pressure and he whines at the feeling.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a thing or two about patience.”

Regulus eyes widen in panic, “No,” shaking his head but hips jerking traitorously, “Please, I just– need you, Daddy, pleasepleasepl—”

James shoves two fingers between his lips, “You’re not the one making the decisions here though, are you, precious?”

Regulus whimpers defeated, shaking his head.

“On your knees, babyboy.”

He does as told, mind feeling dazed and body warm and pleasantly pliant. Knees hitting the hard floor and head tilted back up to watch the handsome man above for further instructions.

“Stay still,” he rumbles and goes to unbuckle his belt.

James doesn’t pull himself out of his slacks immediately though.

He opens his fly and makes Regulus watch him while he strokes the hard line of him through his navy boxer briefs.

It has Regulus squirming in his seat, twitching to reach out and take what he wants so desperately. What he needs, because he seriously feels like he’s going to faint if he doesn’t get to have this man’s huge cock on his tongue in the next minute.

And then James eases the elastic band down and lets his staining cock bounce out. Hard and heavy, bobbing in the air and—

Regulus has to blink a few times. Feels his own cock dribble an embarrassing amount of pre come into his underwear as he gazes entranced at the thick piercing seeming to reach through the middle of the crown of James’ cock.

Really, Regulus can’t be held accountable for the broken moan that slips right out of him then.

He licks his lips, feeling spit pool into his mouth immediately and shuffles closer forward, raising his hands unthinkingly.

Flinching aside when a palm connects with his cheek. Gasping at the sting and feeling another surge of arousal shoot right down into his cock, so unbearably turned on he has to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

Gentle fingers on his jaw suddenly, “Color, baby?”

And Regulus is thrown back into the lift for a moment. “You familiar with the traffic lights system, love?” and Regulus had taken a moment because this was important, “Yes, Daddy. Green for all good, Yellow for pause, Red for Stop immediately.” An approving hum in response, whispered close against his lips, “I normally wouldn’t hit a sweet baby like you but I will if I have to. Are you okay with that punishment?”

“Green,” Regulus moans pathetically, blinking his eyes back open to be met with a soft expression, “So green, please I just need,” cutting himself off when he stares back down at the Prince Albert piercing.

He sees James swallowing, “Tongue out, baby.”

Regulus hurries to comply, clenching his fists on the top of his knees and opening his mouth eagerly.

The older man takes himself in a loose fist, steps closer and then taps the head against Regulus’ outstretched tongue. Circles his hips a bit and smears the pre come over there.

It’s satiny soft and the piercing cold. Regulus steals himself a small kitten lick into the slit and James lets him get away with it with a huff of breath.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” slips his cock further into Regulus mouth, “Fuck, you’re unreal, baby.”

Regulus whines around the head, tears forming in his eyes.

“Suck, baby.”

Regulus comes in his pants the moment he’s allowed to finally close his lips around James and take him down his throat.

#im late but im BACK #daddy james #daddy james agenda #finally contributing #also my attempt at asshole daddy james so reg ended up less of a brat than usual somehow?#i did Not read this proof #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #lune’s tiny fic

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thebibutterflyao3 · 1 month

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Day Twenty-Eight - Prompt: Touches @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 774 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Barty drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited. He didn’t know why he was so fidgety. It wasn’t as though he’d never picked up a bird before.

When he was with Evan, he felt like a taxi service half the time since he didn’t drive. Not that he minded when it was Evan. Most of those drives ended with Evan’s head in his lap or his hand down Evan’s pants. Only giving him gentle touches to drive him mad.

He shook his head clear and reprimanded himself to focus. This wasn’t the time for his fantasies. Barty stayed up late on the phone to plan this out. Everything was prepared, he just needed to wait and keep his wits about him.

The clock on his dashboard read 10:40, ten minutes late. She’d said to wait at the kerb, exactly like a taxi service attendant. This was beginning to feel like deja vu.

Don’t you dare.

Suddenly, the passenger door flew open and her pale blonde ponytail nearly slapped him in the face as she climbed in. Barty immediately straightened up in his seat and gripped the steering wheel. His heart pounded against his chest as he waited for her to settle in.

“Alright?” he asked, shifting clumsily.

Pandora arched an eyebrow sceptically, then nodded. “You have twenty minutes to explain yourself, Crouch.”

He cleared his throat as he eased Heather into traffic. Twenty minutes to convince the one person who held the key to his happiness in her hands that he wasn’t the horrible person that he had been with Regulus. This was fine.

“Right, so Lily explained the whole—”

“Keep my future wife’s name out of your mouth, if you value your life.”

Barty swallowed hard and tried again. He and Lily had practised this speech three times, he knew it by heart.

“I meant to say…I-I apologise for how awful I was to Regulus, and to you. I let my insecurities overrule my common sense. It was absolute shite and this is not an attempt to excuse it, I swear. I…fucked up, then kept fucking up to cover up the first fuck up.”

So much for memorising the speech.

He snuck a glance at Pandora. She stared out the window and avoided looking at him. Barty wondered if she was even listening, or if she’d only agreed to this because her girlfriend coerced her into it.

“I should have been honest with Regulus. He deserved to hear the truth, instead of my shite attempt to weasel out of it.”

“What is the truth, Barty? Do you even know?” she snapped. “Why did you cheat on Reg?”

“I knew he was breaking up with me, so I gave him a reason.”

Her head snapped to the right as a deep scowl marred her pretty features. “What does that mean?”

“I heard him talking to you on the phone, Pandora. He told you that I wasn’t his type and that he should have known better than to date below his standards.”

Pandora’s eyes widened, then she looked away. “Well, he had a point.”

“He did,” Barty agreed. He forced back the bile rising in his throat and continued. “And you were both complete snobs about it. Which is why I proved him right. It hurt to hear you two ragging on me. I decided that I’d rather be dumped for fucking up than be discarded like a piece of rubbish.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault then?”

“No. I could have walked away, but I didn’t. I thought I was evening the odds and…I was wrong.”

Pandora eyed him narrowly. “You admit that you were in the wrong?”

“Yes,” Barty said, nodding calmly. “I knew that Regulus was struggling with his self-esteem and I used it to my advantage. It was manipulative and self-serving.”

“But you’re all better now?” she retorted.

Barty sighed, pulling off the road to park behind the building. “I’m better when I’m with Evan because we take care of each other. We’re even. I want to be the best version of myself for him, so I try.”

“You try? That’s it?”

“You don’t understand.” Barty turned off the car and turned to face her. He remembered Lily’s advice and breathed deeply to calm himself first.

“I think…I think I might be in love with him, Pandora. He is the most important person in my life and I would do anything for him. Do you understand how terrifying and amazing that is? I’ve never felt like that before and I’m still figuring it out, but I’m trying.”

Pandora’s jaw worked from side to side as she stared him down. He didn’t flinch, or look away this time. Barty held his ground.

“Fine. I’ll talk to Regulus…and Evan.”

#barty crouch jr x evan rosier #evan x barty #barty x evan #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty jr #evan rosier #rosekiller microfic #rosekiller #slytherin skittles #marauders era #pandora rosier

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static-radio-ao3 · 9 months

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@jegulus-microfic // august 10 // prompt: rain // words: 500

It’s raining when James’ car pulls up to the curbside and Regulus squints to soften the harsh glare of the headlights. Tugging his coat closer to his body, he ducks around the car to fall into the passenger seat.

After a brief silence that's only interrupted by the clicking of the turn signal, James clears his throat. “So how did it go?”

“It was fine,” Regulus replies. He picks at an imaginary piece of lint on his trousers. Such a shame, really. He’d worn his best outfit tonight.

“And how was the guy?”

“He was nice,” Regulus says non-commitally.

James snorts out a laugh. Regulus glances over at him, frowning. “What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” James replies. “Sounds like a rave review. Fine. Nice. This guy really blew your socks off, evidently.”

“Well, what do you want me to say? I particularly enjoyed the bit where he explained NFTs to me for half an hour. Riveting stuff. But it was nothing compared to that thing he did where he left early because he got called into an emergency meeting and stuck me with the bill and without a ride home. A real catch, that guy. You should totally meet him sometime.”

“Damn, Reg, tell me how you really feel.”

“It’s whatever,” Regulus says, ignoring the way his voice catches.

“No, it’s not. It’s his loss. You deserve,” James pauses, tilting his head to the side as he considers what to say. It’s a cute habit, Regulus thinks. But then again, Regulus thinks all James’ habits are cute. It probably has less to do with the habits and more with the fact that it’s James. Regulus especially likes how James pushes his tongue into his cheek when he’s annoyed, or how he pouts his lips to point at stuff instead of just using his hands.

“You deserve someone who makes you feel like lightning,” James says eventually. The car slows to a stop in front of a red light. James turns to look at him. “You deserve someone who makes you want to scream from the top of your lungs, who won’t ever tell you to quiet down. Someone who makes you feel as special as you are.”

Regulus is stunned into silence for a moment, mouth opening and closing wordlessly, praying that the red light flooding the car washes out the red that’s flooding his face. The light turns green again, and James fixes his gaze on the road ahead.

“Someone like you, then,” Regulus murmurs. Part of him hopes the soft radio drowns out his voice, but he knows James heard him. The car veers slightly to the left before righting itself again.

“I’m sorry, what?” James asks, voice pitchy and thin.

“I said, I deserve someone like you, then.” Regulus feels satisfaction course through his veins when James turns red, blushing all the way from the tips of his ears down the curve of his neck. “Pull over, James.” Regulus tells him.

James doesn’t need to be told twice.

#jegulus microfic #jegulus #my writing #this is my first (public) foray into writing pls be gentle #mil's microfics

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where-is-vivian · 10 months

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You're nervous, Potter?

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, nervous (269 words)

“Nervous?” James asks with a smirk and a daring look in his eyes. His elbows propped on Regulus’ car window, and he’s leaning a bit inside Regulus’ passenger compartment. Their faces are close to one another.

It’s not the first time Regulus participates in an illegal race; it’s in fact, far from being the case. But James likes to tease his rival. They’re always like that before a race. And James loves seeing Regulus getting mad. He always has hopes to make him lose his focus, so he’d win the race. Some might say it’s unfair play; but in the end it’s really just how illegal races are.

The neon lights light up Regulus’ face in blue and pink, but his look remains focused, even though quite burning; Regulus has something in mind, and James isn’t sure what it is. Maybe he has a special advantage for today’s race. But he’s unreadable. James plunges in his gaze with intent.

“No,” Regulus answers, very low, and James is sure he’s the only one who heard that. And before he can process anything, Regulus grabs his t-shirt, and pulls him closer, closing the distance between them.

When their lips touch, James opens his eyes wide, before melting. Regulus’ lips are soft and so good against his, he forgets everything around him.

It doesn’t last long; much to James dismay, and when Regulus leans back in his seat, James instinctively chases after Regulus’ lips. It makes Regulus smirk.

“Nervous, Potter?”

James blinks dumbly, completely lost. With a faint blush on his cheeks, he walks to his car and gets inside of it.

#cocky james and smug regulus for you today :)#jegulus #microfic #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #the marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders microfic #james x regulus #regulus x james #james loves regulus #regulus loves james #regulus being regulus #illegal racing au

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floralembarrassment · 2 years

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Conversations in a Car (1/1) (jegulus)

“James can you grab the bag from the counter?”

Running out the door, his glasses slightly askew, the tiny red backpack and suitcase in his hands. He snags a baby scarf off the wall as he runs out the door and into the car. Harry is already settled in the carseat, Regulus of course had him smiling and hushed to sleep as he waited for James. “Thanks,” Regulus says from the passenger seat as James hands him all the bags and presses a kiss to James’ temple. “Alright, off to the parents!”

"You know I was talking to mum yesterday, and it sounds like everyone has been invited to this thing." James attempts to say in a casual tone, but Regulus clocks his side-eye of weariness.

"James, darling, it’s okay you know. At this point I know everyone pretty well, and since Harry was born they haven’t left us alone. Beside, I know everyone is going to be there because Evan and Barty are coming.” Regulus reassured in a soothing tone, but in his matter-of-fact way.

“Evan and Barty!?” James nearly shouts.

“Shhh, I just got him settled and happy.”

"Right, sorry. Evan and Barty? At my parents?" James whispered incredulously. "Yes, Effie thought it would be nice to meet some of my friends, and Harry loves those two so much."

“Only because they are wild with him.”

“They are no worse than Sirius.” Regulus points out.

“Alright, fair point.” James conceded.

“They are my oldest friends, James. Could you at least pretend?”

“Reg, hunny, you know it’s just that.. they are… well you know how they are.”

“Listen James, Effie heard that Harry loves them, which for her makes them family.” Regulus rolled his eyes because no matter how many years of interacting, no matter that they were married and had a whole baby together, no matter that Evan and Barty just got engaged, James Potter’s jealously was limitless.

“My mum would say that…” James muttered.

“Besides, like you said, everyone is going to be there. Which means all your people and just a few of mine too. It’ll be nice. Just like old times.”

“I think you are remembering the old times wrong…” James pouted.

“Am I? I seem to remember you were rather pleased when you and I become one those many years ago.” Regulus smirked and cocked his head to the side. He moved his hand to slide sultrily up James thigh. “Whoa whoa whoa. Not while I’m driving. And Hey! Not with my baby right there!”

“Fine you’re right. Nothing for you,” James hung his head in defeat as Regulus roared with laughter. “Be good while we’re at my parents will you?”

“Oh yeah, I’m the one who is always wanting to sneak off to the bathroom or your childhood bedroom.” Regulus still giggling raised his eyebrows. James sighed but with a soft smile said; “Yeah alright. I’ll be good. I’ll even be nice to Evan.”

“And Barty?” Regulus asks.

“I’ll be civil.” He said through gritted teeth, but as soon as he looked over at Regulus, he was helpless and hopeless to stopping the loving smile that spread across his face. The love and fondness never faded.

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 1 year

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Little Rebellions

A series of vignettes, detailing Regulus’ attempts to keep parts of himself alive. It’s a losing battle he chooses to fight every single day—even if the only difference it makes, is that he feels a little less dead every time. He’s already sold his soul for this doomed existence he offers to his family. So, he thinks, he’s owed his own victories against the finer lines of being heir to the House of Black. Even if no one ever sees. Or so he thought. || Six small scenes spanning from 1976 to 1998.

January 1, 1976

Regulus served Rabastan cold tea, once. What resulted was the very same cup held forcefully to his mouth by his mother. Her other hand, digging into his jaw, prying his mouth open. He remembers the feeling of his life held precariously in her hands, memories… of painfully sleepless nights, as a child, nursing his own hurts come flooding back—he admits his fear. To his mother, it was a foolish mistake, made too soon, when the 'shame' of his brother still loomed over them. But never an act of defiance, because he would never.

For Regulus, he walks away after... shaky. Yet alive. He smiles at the feeling of his heart hammering in his chest.

Definitely worth it.

August 15, 1978

Evan Rosier, Bartemius Crouch Jr., and Regulus Black take the Ministry sanctioned car, belonging to the then, Head of DMLE -Bartemius Crouch Sr. — for a joy ride. The three teens gasp in shock as the stolen car magically hints at which strange knob to pull, which pedal to press on, and which odd mirror needs attention. The vehicle is charmed like a portkey with several set locations ready for immediate travel. Ah, the perks of having the might of the Ministry's magical research and transportation department on call. Regulus thinks of the remote, hilly roads of Northumberland and decides it's where they might as well figure out how to tame the metal contraption. No one says no to Regulus on account of his healing bruises, shaky hands, and crucio-darkened nails. It only takes two twists of a strange dial, one lurching movement, and the air is significantly different from the Crouch Manor's garage. The ride is tense and jerky because designated driver, Evan fucking Rosier, has trouble figuring out how fast they should go. He gets the hang of it, soon enough. And they go dangerously fast. Barty's maniacal laughter makes room for itself aside the crisp, early evening air passing through the open windows. Both of them look equally terrified and stupid. Evan has run out of expletives to shout in an increasingly shrill manner — which would've been funny, if all three of them, weren't having trouble figuring out if they were having the time of their lives or riding a metal beast to their own respective deaths. Regulus who had wisely chosen a seat at the back, revels in the utter chaos of what they're doing. Barty has resorted to pushing half of his body out of the passenger's seat window, shocked laughter ringing throughout an otherwise, empty road. Evan meets his eyes on the little mirror sitting just above his head. "You okay, baby Black?" he asks, concern genuine. The rest of his body telegraphs the tense nervousness of being the one currently in charge of their lives. Despite this, his eyes are wide and swimming with the same undercurrent of thrill, singing through regulus and barty's veins. All to do with the sheer impossibility of what they're already doing. Regulus moves to place a quick kiss on his best friend's cheek. Evan scoffs as he rolls his eyes but still waits for an answer. Before he does, Regulus looks back at Barty who's too busy endangering his life by hanging out of the moving car. He can't believe this. At all. Here they were: Evan Rosier driving the three of them through rural England, inside a charmed muggle car Barty Crouch Jr. had stolen from his father — the two of them risking horrific punishment. They're here, because Regulus Black needed saving, once again. And this is what attempts at making him feel better are like, with friends that constantly court insanity. He forgives Evan for calling him baby black. Later, he'll have to go home and be the son his family needs him to be. Pretend his mother hadn't lashed out at him in a fit of rage. He's still her perfect boy. So smart. So forgiving. But that's for later. "I'm okay, now." Regulus sincerely answers. And Evan grins at him through the mirror.

November 3, 1979

Regulus finds himself alone in his room, propped against a windowsill. He chokes on the taste, of what he decides, is the first and last muggle cigarette he’ll ever smoke—taken from a pack Sirius left behind. It’s disgusting, he muses. But some part of him warms at the connection this gives him with his brother. Predictably, he changes his mind before he ever finishes his first stick. Regulus keeps smoking what’s left of the pack, carefully rationed over a month.

December 1, 1979

Regulus gingerly takes one out after a hard night—when he can barely tell who he is anymore. Barely tell where he stands, for the ground is a gaping hole and fuck, he needs a hit. Wizards aren’t particularly known for their ability to feel the world spin. He needs his big brother, and this is the next best thing. So, when he finishes, he thinks he’s warranted another smoke, thank you very much. However, in his losing grasp on lucidity, he didn't even notice he’d already smoked the last one. When he feels for the pack and finds out there’s none left, his entire being caves in and Regulus breaks down under the blanket of a somber muffliato. For the first time in his life, freedom and familiarity taste like poison in his mouth. All smoke and menthol.

December 31, 1979

In his last rebellion, Regulus makes a point to leave his name behind. Just for the sake of it, though unsure of its purpose. He dies alone, with no one he’s ever loved knowing where he was nor the nature of his death. It seems like a cruel move from Fate, placing all his attempts at breaking away into a single file of unseen, unacknowledged endeavors.

May 2, 1998

When his house elf, Kreacher, who's taken care of him ever since he was child, marches to war against Voldemort, cleaver at hand — a jarring image of an elf who was taught to love its very oppression, learning to spit on its face — leading a swarm of house elves into the thick of the fight: everything unravels. The universe takes one big breath and lets it all go. With Regulus’ locket hanging on his proud chest, Kreacher’s battle cry is the name of the boy, who died alone in a cave, tragically made out of rebellions no one ever saw. Except that maybe, the same can’t be said anymore. Because his name rings about the courtyard, his memory brought back to life, amongst everyone trying to fight for another tomorrow. They all hear his name. “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves! Fight the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!” And maybe, just maybe. Regulus’ first rebellion he’s ever made— The one he never thought to look back on, The one he lost sense of in the wake of his selfishness and indoctrinated bigotry, The one he learned to come home to, leading up to his final moments (‘No, you’re not to go through this again. I’m sorry I let you go the first time.’ ‘...go back Kreacher! You need to go back, okay? It’s fine! I’ll be fine. Just promise me you’ll destroy the locket!’), And the one thing that eventually let people truly see what he’d been doing all along, — was to be kind.

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