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ellecdc · 26 days

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okay so I just wanted to start by saying I love you're moonwater stories so much.

Ive been thinking about this like paring ig for a bit and your recent moonwater story when r gets home from girls night just made me think of it more so if you're interested id love for you to do it.

Basically its like poly moonwater plus Barty ive been calling it moonwaterkiller in my head (idk if its already a ship or already has a name but I haven't been able to find anything) but basically I feel like r and Barty would be like a chaotic duo and reg and rem would just be like wtf a lot idk... I just think it has some potential and I just love your writing so fucking much.

(I also just love how you write Barty)

so if you're interested I think it would be cool

much love :)

I love the way your mind works babes. thanks for your request! (it's almost two am where I am so please forgive any awkward sentences or spelling mistakes). also, if I didn't completely lose everyone with my DeathStar fics - this may very well do it. && this was written with the help of our fabulous @unstablereader

poly!moonwater x chaotic fem!reader + Barty Crouch Junior

Regulus didn’t know whether to be concerned or slightly aroused at the slightly deranged way that Remus was stalking the halls in search of you and Barty.

You and Regulus had both at one point or another been in a friends-with-benefits situation with Barty (albeit separately) during your time in school, before you and Regulus went and fell in love with a Gryffindor.

Regulus still wasn’t quite over the humiliation; both of falling in love and falling in love with a Gryffindor.

Of course, you and Regulus both stayed friends with Barty; Regulus mostly because he couldn’t shake him (ignoring the fact that Regulus really was quite fond of his maniacal friend), and you because the two of you really were sort of two sides of the same hyperactive galleon.

And though Remus (and sometimes Regulus) liked to pretend that yours and Barty’s friendship caused them grief, they couldn’t deny how much they valued Barty’s loyalty and devotion to his friends; specifically you.

Regulus’ new favourite thing was easily Remus’ new found appreciation for Barty.

Up until this point, Barty had been his notoriously flirty and salacious self when it came to the likes of Remus, who wasn’t yet accustomed to Barty’s unique…personality.

However, once Remus realised the history between his two partners and the other Slytherin boy, he quickly came to appreciate the kind of pull Barty could have on people.

So, Remus had started flirting back.

Barty hated it.

Regulus loved it.

You started keeping track of the number of times Remus reduced Barty to a blushing and stuttering mess in your notebook.

Barty hated that too.

It was nearing curfew and Remus and Regulus hadn’t seen you all afternoon.

Usually that was fine, considering you were a bit of a free spirit. What was concerning, however, was that they hadn’t seen Barty either.

Regulus watched as Remus checked the stupid map that his brother and their friends had created when his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What? Don’t tell me they’re in the middle of the Black Lake again?” Regulus asked quickly, moving to stand over Remus’ shoulder to peer at the map.

“Again?”

“Don’t ask.” Regulus muttered.

“But…doesn’t Barty not know how to swim?”

“I said don’t ask.”

Seeming to know better, Remus turned back and pointed towards the Ravenclaw common room on the map. “It says they’re up in Ravenclaw tower?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Regulus muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

“How’d two Slytherin’s manage to get into Ravenclaw tower?” Remus asked bemusedly, earning him an unimpressed glare from Regulus.

“Remus, I love you, but that was perhaps the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he closed the map and tucked it back into his trunk.

“Come on, we might be able to catch up to Pandora on her way up and have her help us in.”

They had indeed caught up to Pandora, and Pandora had indeed helped them in, though it seemed to be for naught.

“I thought your stupid map said they were here.” Regulus muttered as he surveyed the common room, unable to spot a single lick of green and silver.

“It’s not stupid and they are in here.” Remus muttered back, moving to stand in the dead centre of the room.

“How do you know they’re here if you can’t see them?”

Remus glared at Regulus before looking around to ensure no one could hear them. “I can smell them.” He whispered.

Well Regulus just didn’t know what good these wolfy senses were if they were still out two Slytherin’s.

“Shit.” Regulus heard whispered suddenly as a quill fell from the air and landed beside his foot.

Remus and Regulus both looked up to see you and Barty casually lounging in the chandelier above them.

“Are you sodding kidding me!?” Regulus shouted.

“I think our cover’s been blown.” You said simply to Barty as if you didn’t have two fuming and fretting boyfriends standing nearly forty feet give or take below you.

“Pity.” Barty responded as he peered down. “This was a nice refuge.”

“How’d you even get up there?” Remus cried, pacing like he was getting ready to catch you should you fall.

“Magic.” Barty taunted from above.

“Junior, so help me gods if that witch falls I-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lupin. I resent the insinuation that I would ever let anything happen to our sweet angel baby.” Barty bit back immediately.

“Okay, okay. Fair enough.” Remus acquiesced as if he were negotiating a hostage situation. “Why don’t you both just come down here, nice and slow, okay?”

Both you and Barty leaned forward to look down at the two boys, causing the chandelier to swing precariously.

“Fucking hells! Stop moving!” Remus shrieked, causing the attention of the few Ravenclaws sitting in the common room to look over.

“Such a worrier.” Barty muttered as he stood and started manoeuvring himself to the edge of the chandelier - you following him over and causing the chandelier to tip to a nearly 90 degree angle.

“I’m going to be sick, I’m actually going to throw up right here.” Regulus muttered mostly to himself whilst Remus tried to stand directly underneath you lest you need to be caught.

To Remus and Regulus’ absolute horror, Barty launched himself away from the chandelier, grabbing at the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling causing the chandelier to swing away from him like a pendulum.

“JUNIOR!” Remus shouted, causing Barty to momentarily look shamefaced as he looked below him.

As the chandelier swung towards the opposite wall, you too launched yourself at one of the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling and began monkey climbing down them.

“Can you make sure she doesn’t fall, please.” Remus barked at Regulus as he made his way towards Barty.

Barty let out a high pitched screech and began hastily making his way down the wall. “Run Treasure! Save yourself!” He shouted dramatically.

You turned quickly at that and saw Regulus making his way to you.

You let out a surprised squeak and hurried down, and before Regulus realised what you were doing, you had used your wand to open one of the windows and were shimmying out.

“Oi! What the-” but before Regulus could even shove his torso out the window, you’d managed to shift into your animagus form - a mink, which Regulus felt was very fitting considering what a sodding cheeky minx you were being right now - and began scaling your way down the side of the building.

Regulus was interrupted by the sound of a squeal - Remus’ squeal - and turned to see Remus hanging halfway out of the window in much the same fashion that Regulus had been.

Unlike Regulus, however, Remus had been successful in his capture of Barty and had him hanging from the tallest tower at Hogwarts by one of his arms.

“Junior! Are you trying to sodding kill me!?” Remus barked angrily at him, trying to pull Barty up without any help from Barty himself.

Barty looked up at Remus with all the innocence he could muster (read: none) and winked.

“Catch me if you can, Mr. Wolf.”

And Barty shrunk into his own animagus form - an osprey - and let out a cry before swooping down to pick up something that looked suspiciously like a mink from the eaves of one of the lower towers and took off towards the grounds.

“Fucking son of a bitch.” Remus cursed as he tried catching his breath, still sitting half out of the Ravenclaw window. “Why do we put up with those two?”

Regulus shrugged with all the nonchalance he could muster. “‘Cause they’re cute?”

Remus sighed and hit his head against the windowsill. “They’re so sodding lucky that they are…”

“Come on.” Regulus said, offering Remus a hand and helping him out of the window. “Unfortunately, I know exactly where they went.”

Barty loved nothing more than the feeling of his feet sinking into the sediment of the Black Lake below his feet. He also loved the feeling of being near you, his Treasure. He also loved the idea of two handsome men frantically searching for you, and him by proxy.

All this to say, Barty was having a really nice night.

“Junior!”

Barty’s face morphed into a Cheshire cat grin as he turned towards the voice of the man and his boyfriend as they stormed towards the waters edge.

“Well hello, Lupin. How nice of you to join us; care for a dip?”

“Get out of the water.” Regulus drawled in a bored tone.

“Why would I do such a thing? The water’s lovely, I’m in wonderful company, and we’re going to feed the Giant Squid.” He argued.

“Barty.” Remus barked with all the severity he could manage. “You don’t know how to swim.”

Barty scoffed indignantly. “Yeah, well…neither can Reggie!”

“That’s why I’m standing on the shore you absolute bell-end.” Regulus countered quickly.

Remus turned his furious gaze into a bemused one as he took in Regulus. “Do you really not know how to swim either?”

“None of us can!” You shouted from your disturbingly deeper place within the lake as the gentle waves nearly lapped against your skirt.

“Oh, for the love of- you know what? This summer, everyone’s getting swimming lessons.” Remus proclaimed.

“Ou, does that mean I get to see you in your swim trunks, Lupin?” Barty called.

Remus, without missing a beat, started towards Barty, walking into the lake in his shoes and all. “You could see me right now, in less, for free, Junior. You only had to ask.”

Barty let out a screech and tried running towards you, albeit in slow motion on account of the water’s resistance. “Y/N! Treasure! Help! Make him stop!”

“No can do, bubs.” You called back in monotone, still throwing chunks of bread towards the middle of the Lake in hopes of eliciting the company of one Giant Squid.

“Dove, you’re going to catch a cold; get out of the water.” Remus called to you, pants soaked up to his knees after giving up on chasing Barty in the water.

“We’re trying to make friends!” You whined.

“You cannot make friends with a squid, amour. He will eat you.” Regulus explained from the shore.

“He wouldn’t eat his friend.” You scoffed.

“Dove.” Remus barked again.

“I want to see the the big water kitty!” You whined again, turning towards the boys and offering the most pathetic pout you could muster.

Regulus scoffed from his place, still dry on the shore, Remus let out a pained sigh, and Barty all but skipped towards you.

“A valiant death it will be!” He cheered before he felt the fabric of his jumper being summoned by an accio, dragging him unceremoniously through the water towards Remus.

“No! Ah! AH! STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER!” He shrieked as Remus threw him over his shoulder.

“Okay, well, now you’re just showing off, Lupin.” He muttered, crossing his arm petulantly as Remus held his free hand out to you.

“Dove, please? Come inside with me?”

You looked distressed at this and moved obediently towards Remus. “Are you mad at me?” You asked timidly.

Barty could actually feel Remus’ body soften beneath him as he allowed some of his tension to dissipate. “Of course not, dovey. I love you.”

You leaned over and pecked a kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning into your animagus mink and swimming to the shore, crawling up Regulus’ pant leg (who admonished you in faux contempt for ruining his trousers), and allowed him to carry you back to the castle.

Barty was feeling petulant about the whole matter of being chased and chastised so decided then that he was going to force Remus to carry him all the way back to the castle in silence.

Unfortunately for Barty, he hated silence.

He was at least proud he’d made it to the dungeons before giving up on his vow of silence.

“You’re really not upset with her?” Barty asked quietly from his current prison. He could feel Remus’ head tilt in confusion, though his steps never faltered.

“Of course not?” He responded as a question.

“Hmmm.” Barty said, racking his brain for something to upset or fluster this man.

“Oh! What about me having slept with both your boyfriend and your girlfriend?”

“What about it?” Remus asked plainly.

“Well…aren’t you upset about that?”

Remus scoffed and adjusted his grip on Barty, hand’s migrating none too innocently up the back of his thighs. “Junior. The only thing I’m upset about is that you haven’t slept with all three of us. I don’t like feeling left out, you know?”

Barty made a strangled sound as he struggled in Remus’ grip to no avail, causing you and Regulus to chuckle from a few strides ahead as you all stepped into the Slytherin common room.

“We told you he was smooth, Barty.” You chuckled.

“You should hear him in bed.” Regulus taunted, reaching over to pinch Barty’s arse, causing him to yelp and start cursing at him.

Remus relented and put Barty down, who immediately made for Regulus’ throat.

“Easy, Junior.” Remus chuckled, pulling him back by the shoulder. “You wanna keep Reg around, don’t you?”

Barty harrumphed and crossed his arms indignantly.

“We’d like to keep you around.” Remus continued.

Barty grumbled again and let out a quiet. “Fine.”

Remus beamed at him, which was very alarming if you asked Barty, as they stepped into his and Regulus’ shared dorm; Rosier and Avery were already asleep in their beds with their curtains drawn.

“Yeah? You’ll let us keep you?” Remus asked.

“I said fine, Lupin.” He bit back.

“Great. So we’re in a relationship then.” He explained simply, causing Barty to level him with a severe glare. “How dare you, Lupin. Never say such vile things to me again.” He spat before storming towards the boy’s bathroom.

Regulus groaned and grabbed his own toiletries before making his way to the washroom behind him. “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t try to drown himself in the shower again.”

Remus shook his head and changed into his pyjamas before climbing into Regulus’ bed and pulling you towards him.

“So, explain this to me, Dove. Why is Barty the way he is?”

You snorted a laugh and turned to face him. “You’re going to have to be way more specific, love.”

Remus chuckled and ran his hands up and down your back. “He likes Reg. He loves you. He seems sweet on me. We invite him to be ours and he accepts - but runs when we make it mean something?”

You smiled up at your boyfriend and booped his nose with a perfectly manicured finger - which Remus found very confusing considering you spend your spare time scaling the rafters of grand ceilings and enticing Giant Squids from their hiding places. “Barty doesn’t understand, Rem. He wouldn’t know love if it punched him right in the face.”

Remus could feel his brows furrow and he pulled you in tighter to his chest. “Dove…love doesn’t punch you in the face?”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say as you rolled your eyes in exasperation and threw your head back onto the pillow. “You see? That’s the kind of thing someone who grew up loved would know.”

It’s not that Remus ever really forgot to worry about you per se, but he sometimes really worried about you Purebloods.

At some point in the night, you had apparently decided Remus and Regulus’ bed was too hot and moved to Barty’s. Remus would have been slightly more petulant about the matter if he hadn’t thought you looked absolutely precious with Barty resting his head on your chest.

He looked so innocent in his sleep.

Sleep clearly didn’t know him very well.

Remus was shocked when the four of you entered the Great Hall for breakfast and Barty actually followed you three to the Gryffindor table. Though Remus was trying to play it cool, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope surge within him at what that might mean for the three four of you.

Remus was just about to bite into his toast when a sultry voice sounded from behind Barty.

“Hello, Bartemus.” Amelia Bones sing-songed as she trailed a finger up Barty’s arm.

His brows furrowed almost comically from above the rim of his coffee cup before he slowly lowered it and turned to consider the Hufflepuff.

“Bones. Can I help you?” He asked, punctuating the word help as he plucked her fingers from his being between his two fingers as if he’d found something really quite disgusting on his person.

“I was thinking, you could help me, perhaps tonight?”

Barty turned to look at her incredulously.

“Help with what, Amelia? I’m really quite busy.” He spat, gesturing wildly to his cup of coffee.

“An orgasm or two? Gods, you’re pissy in the mornings.”

Barty scoffed, sounding completely scandalised as he clutched at non-existent pearls adorning his neck. “I am sitting here with my beloveds, Amelia. For shame. You see this lot? I’m theirs, capiche?”

Amelia looked bemusedly at the group of you before shaking her head in confusion. “Whatever you say, Junior.”

She moseyed on away, and Barty turned back towards his cup of coffee. “The gall of some people, honestly.” He said in exasperation, downing the rest of his still hot coffee and standing unceremoniously.

“Well, I best be off. Things to fuck up, people to scare. Tah-tah.” He called, pressing a quick kiss to your hair as he left the Great Hall.

Suddenly, realisation dawned on Remus.

“Ah, I see. So no to a relationship, but he is ours.”

You and Regulus chorused a hum of acknowledgement.

“That’s just how Barty operates. You’ll get used to it.” You explained, still not looking up from the Daily Prophet you had been reading all this time.

Remus didn’t mind getting used to that; not if it meant he managed to get everything he wanted.

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forestdeath1 · 2 months

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Canon Sirius through quotes

Part 1. Appearance

In the canon, he's described as handsome 3 times from Harry's point of view - but never pretty. By the way, Harry has only described four people as handsome (+ Tom Riddle, Cedric Diggory and Gellert Grindelwald).

"Sirius was tall and handsome. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face."

"Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive."

"Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so."

"Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed."

"He's still handsome, isn't he, even after Azkaban?" (Tonks about Sirius, Pottermore)

So, Sirius was handsome, but definitely not pretty. The word handsome can be used for all genders, highlighting attributes like strength, elegance, or a more classic form of beauty.

His height is described as tall several times. James is described as the same height as Harry in the Deathly Hallows, meaning at the time of his death James was as tall as Harry in the 7th book: “James was exactly the same height as Harry”. He was described as tall in later books but not as tall as other characters like Dumbledore, Ron, Sirius, Draco, Tom Riddle, Bill.

In England, as in most Western countries, a man is usually considered tall if he is over 6 feet. Typically, very tall is considered to be 6 feet 3 inches and above. So, James could be somewhere from 6 to 6'3", and Sirius taller, say 6'3"-6'4", Remus possibly under 6', but not short, since Harry doesn't note his height at all.

"To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much admired rebels that James and Sirius had been."

The average head length of an adult, regardless of gender and age, usually about 8.7 to 9.8 inches. So, Peter was noticeably shorter.

6'3"-6'4" is indeed very tall. (When fanon gives Remus a height of 6.7, I wonder, have you often seen such giants in real life? My granddad is 6'8" – and he's huge to me, frighteningly so.)

After Azkaban and in the fifth book, he has long hair, but in the fourth book, when Sirius is doing well and is relaxing somewhere in the south, he has short hair.

"Sirius looked different – the hair was short and clean now, Sirius’ face was fuller, and he looked younger, much more like the only photograph Harry had of him, which had been taken at the Potters’ wedding."

"Sirius, when he still had short hair" (Moody about Sirius in the Order of the Phoenix photo)

Though in the story about Sirius and James for the auction, Sirius had long hair in 1977:

"The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend."

I prefer him with long hair, so that's usually what I go with.

Build isn't described. We know Regulus was definitely smaller than Sirius, but nothing specific about Sirius himself.

"Regulus was instantly recognisable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: he had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter and rather less handsome than Sirius had been."

His animagus form is a bear-like dog of huge size, but that’s a weak argument.

"The enormous, bear-like dog bounded forwards."

Perhaps canonically Sirius was naturally inclined to muscle (i.e., tall and muscular rather than lanky, because lankiness usually suggests skinniness. Regulus, likely, was lanky), but since he probably didn't engage in activities like workouts, he wasn't exactly buff. Muscles don't just appear out of thin air, but some people are naturally more muscular. Basically, a normal build that doesn't need any special description (not bulky, not skinny, just normal, but tall).

He definitely doesn’t have any tattoos described, but it's unlikely Harry would have inspected every part of his body for tattoos... So, I don’t quite get it when someone says "Sirius didn’t have tattoos". It's a blank slate.

#sirius black #the marauders #sirius black meta #hp meta #the marauders meta #padfoot

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xjustakay · 9 months

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(8/11) prompt: home — 946 words (uni/college au boyfriends) @jegulus-microfic

There’s nothing unusual about the night until there is. One second, it’s eleven-thirty and Regulus and James are at the twenty-four hour convenience mart stocking up on snacks and late night caffeine to cram for finals. The next, James is hitting him with the last thing he ever expected to hear.

“You should come home with me this summer.”

Regulus fumbles with the can of sugar free Red Bull he’d reached for, eyes wide as he stares into the beverage cooler, actively avoiding looking over at him. He manages not to drop the can, but he hears James cough to cover up a laugh at the way he barely catches it. He stands there awkwardly with the cooler door propped against his shoulder, blinking slowly.

“Alright, love?” James asks; he can hear the smirk in it even without looking.

“Shut up,” Regulus mutters.

He sniffs shortly then shoves the shaken up energy drink back onto the shelf, grabbing another to replace it. The door claps shut behind him as he turns away, swiftly walking the opposite direction. To no surprise, James follows after him, easily falling into step at his side.

“Is that a no, then?” He asks.

Regulus takes a sharp turn down the chip aisle. Even as James catches up again, Regulus stares at his snack choices as if they’re the most interesting thing in the world suddenly.

“Reg, you can just say no, you don’t have to avoid the question.”

“I’m not avoiding anything.” He is, he definitely is.

James waves his hand in front of his face. It’s enough to finally make Regulus shift a sideways look at him. Despite the fact that he knows he’s probably being annoying, James still has a gentle smile on his face for him —patient, reassuring.

Fucking damn it.

Regulus half-turns toward him, giving him more of his attention. “You want me to come home with you.”

It’s not a question, but James nods his confirmation anyway.

“Where your parents are,” Regulus says, pressing his lips together after the fact.

“Correct.” James cocks his head to the side, smile twitching the slightest bit wider. “Does that make you nervous, is that it?”

“If you laugh right now, I swear to god I’ll leave you here,” Regulus threatens.

James does indeed laugh with a shake of his head. “We came in my car.”

“Then I’ll steal your fucking car. Watch me.” Regulus sneers at him.

Shaking his head a second time, James rolls his eyes. Amusement lingers obviously on his features; the crooked smirk on his lips, the mirth bright in his gaze. Regulus doesn’t find whatever humor he seems to, but the issue is yeah. The idea of meeting James’ parents for the first time and then spending the summer with the Potter family does make him nervous. Which is a pretty fucking normal response, thank you very much.

“You’re deflecting, love,” James points out. He slings an arm over Regulus’ shoulders when he goes to turn away from him again. “Hey, it’s really okay. If you’re too scared—”

“James—”

“Sorry, not scared.” He lifts his hands in defense, one in front of his chest and the other hanging off Regulus’ shoulder. “If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. I just thought that since we’ve been dating for months now it might be a good time, you know?”

Logically, sure, it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately for James, Regulus’ logic goes out the window when the subject of parents gets brought up. Side effect of his upbringing and all that.

The thing is, he’s heard plenty of stories about Fleamont and Euphemia Potter to indicate that they’re far from anything like his own parents. That they’re decent people, some of the best people, even, considering they raised a son as wonderful as James. It’s just that—

“What if…” Regulus trails off and huffs shortly, averting his gaze. “I mean, what if I’m not like— what they expect?”

“What if they don’t like you, you mean?”

Regulus cuts him a sharp look, but all James does is breathe out a chuckle before using his arm around him to tow him nearer. He presses a few kisses in a row against Regulus’ forehead, lips lingering there after. Regulus breathes in deep, taking in the comfort that’s altogether James before he sighs heavily.

“They’ll love you because I love you,” James murmurs against his temple.

A sickening fluttering twists in Regulus’ stomach, the same sort of unbearable swoop that Pandora is always telling him is butterflies when really he feels like he could be sick with it. Because sometimes the overwhelming amount of feeling he experiences when it comes to James does seem like an incurable virus, infecting him with all these stupid symptoms he can’t help.

Like the warmth that floods his cheeks, for one thing. The way he can’t seem to help tilting forward and leaving a kiss at the edge of James’ jaw, another.

“Fine,” He concedes after another moment, easing back to catch his boyfriend’s vaguely surprised look. “I’ll go home with you.”

“For real?” James checks.

“Yes, James, for real.” Regulus rolls his eyes, but the fondness sending his heart racing in his chest makes the dismissal of it all feel lacking.

James looks over his face a few seconds, his smile turned fully beaming. He leans in like he’s going to kiss him in his excitement for this outcome, but Regulus lifts the Red Bull can in his hand and purposely presses the cold aluminum against James’ neck. When James jerks back with a yelp, Regulus snorts.

“That’s for springing that on me during finals week, in a fucking convenience mart.”

#jegulus #starchaser #s/o to syd for reg’s red bull choices lmfao #this got away from me a little bit but just #them<3 yknow?#kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #edit: straight up didn’t date this right the first time lmAO

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saintchaser · 2 months

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dumbledore sat at the table, patiently waiting for the arrival of who he was waiting for. his fingers lightly tapped at the wood, and the glass in front of him sat still full.

when the door entered, he instinctively looked up to see whether or not his gut feeling was right, and that who he had sat waiting for for the last half an hour had arrived.

a cloaked figure made its way towards him, gripping on its wand so tightly, it might have broken, had it not been a certain rogue delicacy to it.

“you’re early,” it murmured, pulling its chain with just the tips of fingers and sitting down.

dumbledore’s glasses fogged up as he smiled. “i consider punctuality to be one of my qualities,” he replied, signing the bartender to bring another drink. “now, you might have wondered why i chose to meet you here, instead of london.”

“in a dodgy pub in the middle of nowhere?” the other person scoffed, instinctively going to reach for the cloak before resigning, and bringing their hands on the table.

“yes, indeed. it is because with you being an influential person in london, but not necessarily so much in other parts of england, especially not somewhere with so little population, i thought this conversation would be quite more comfortable for both of us this way. we thought the information you posses could be of great interest to you, and could help overturn the war. you can ride yourself of the cloak…”

pulling the hood off their head, dumbledore was met with a pair of piercing grey eyes and neat, raven curls.

“regulus black.”

#something’s brewing #this might have other parts or be a standalone idk #we’ll see #also hello!!!! long time no see how have you guys been #regulus black #albus dumbledore #my writing

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saintsenara · 2 months

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thoughts on sirius/narcissa

thank you very much for the ask, anon! this has the potential to be an interesting and controversial one...

i've spoken here and there about how - as much as i loathe the character commonly known as fanon!sirius - i'm also not the biggest fan of a version of sirius which has emerged as a reaction to this, who we might call dark!aristocrat!sirius.

this sirius - who appears not to have realised his canon self is being sarcastic when he says his parents considered themselves "practically royal" - is, i'm sorry to say to the aristocracy fans, just as distorted a version of the character as the heavily-tattooed and tiny fanon!sirius. and that's fine, obviously - people are entitled to like and read and write what they want - but it's not going to stop a tear beading in my eye whenever i see it...

[one day i'll hit publish on my the black family are not politically important manifesto and be removed from the fandom...]

which is to say, the sirius who tends to be shipped with one or other of his cousins - although, for exactly the tedious pro-aristocracy, people-belong-with-their-own-kind reasons outlined above, the cousin in question never seems to be andromeda - is this dark aristocrat version, and he's usually written as wanting to fuck either narcissa or bellatrix because the only woman worthy to be with a male scion of the house of black is a female scion of the same house.

and i think it's out-of-character and i think it's dull!

now, if you're looking for the whole twisted-obsession-ruins-the-vibe thing, i can see that there's a plausible case for sirius/bellatrix - they're set up by the canon narrative as extraordinarily similar [and i absolutely read sirius' claim in order of the phoenix that andromeda was his favourite cousin as a lie, covering up the fact that, as a child at least, that role was taken by bellatrix]. i think there's something very interesting which can be done with both of them shattering the expectations of their families in ways which would evidently be quite shocking in a society with such restrictive mores. bellatrix massively defies gendered conventions which require a pureblood woman of her social class to be little more than a wife and mother [although that she does so without being able to leave her family, like sirius, is because - you guessed it! - of those gendered conventions themselves], while sirius shirks his expected social role as the eldest son, upsetting the "natural" order of things in his family's eyes. that can, i think give some interesting flavour to that pairing.

but sirius and narcissa never - in my view - hits in the same way. while they're closer in age than sirius and bellatrix, their personality types are sufficiently divergent [but not in an interestingly conflicting way - their major difference is largely that narcissa doesn't seem to be particularly fun] that the spark is lacking. and this, i think, is the reason why siricissa tends to hang really heavily on the idea that it is hot, glamorous, and aristocratic to have sex with your first cousin.

and look, one of the only bits of "pureblood culture" fanon i accept is the idea that blood-supremacist families practise arranged marriage [i think sirius' comment in order of the phoenix about parents "only letting" their children marry other purebloods essentially confirms it], and that first cousin marriage may well be their cultural practise as well. but arranged marriages [and, indeed, cousin marriages - which are obviously considered much less unusual in some cultures than others] aren't inherently interesting things. they're just things some people do.

but the vast, vast majority of the sirius/bellatrix or sirius/narcissa i've ever seen thinks that the blood-relation element and that alone is enough to justify the ship as hot and exciting and wicked. and it's not.

what i would like to make the case for instead is shipping narcissa with regulus.

my reading of narcissa has always been that she's somebody who - a little like petunia dursley - feels an absolutely enormous pressure to adhere to social convention, owing to the shame she perceives her family as receiving following both andromeda's desertion of them and bellatrix's refusal to conform. she's someone, i think, who really leans into the character of the perfect lady-of-the-manor, the model wife and mother, the pure ideal of wizarding womanhood - and i think you can do a lot with her experience in this gilded prison of her own, and society's, making.

regulus too is someone who canonically conforms - again, as sirius tells us, as a reaction to sirius' own defiance of the behaviour expected of him by his class and blood status. i think the two of them finding themselves in a relationship which is constantly battling against this artifice - whether they end up clinging all the more tightly to the masks they wear in public or they're able to help each other gradually become more open and real - would absolutely slap.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #siricissa #sirius black #narcissa malfoy #this isn't a safe space for pro-aristocracy takes #it comes from living in a colony

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@fallesto from x.

Each new day, his greedy nature was more than fed, as there was always something to do, always something new to learn. “Ah!” The barrier did not shred those, who are connected to him by heart, they are spared, but it was still always alarming, for no other little wife would be so bold. “It would be better if you were a cat, so I can hear you purr.” Her magic was indeed, something that interested him, for this world those who can command magic, were amateurs when compared to her perfection and her arts. “White is the symbol of purity within the world, of nobility, of a higher class of person, of my standing in the world, that I made it to the top, on my own.” Against the cult and church's degree of clothing, there was not a shred of black to be found, all his followers wore white, for they were the best of them all. “Every room is my favourite, for I can merely move them around and place myself wherever I wish.” As he sighed casually shrugged at the abuse of his powers. “Someone hummed a song to me, many centuries ago, but I cannot remember –” The song nor who was the one who had done it for him, but rest assured, he had killed them. “How do you feel, when there is something in your way, something that is annoying, something that displeases you, and you merely remove it from sight, satisfied, for only a moment, because there are always more out there, that haunt us, chase us and see us as a plague and not the gift to humanity that we are, to guide them all, back to the shining light. The old ways, they have forgotten them, that witches crafted this world, to turn your back on goddesses like that, is sinful and must be punished, for any to speak ill of a witch or hold any history of crimes against them, I’ll deal with them, myself.”

“You say that as if you haven’t made me purr plenty of times before, husband.” The witch teased as she folded her hands over her abdomen.

She liked listening to him talk. Perhaps that’s why they got along so well, besides the other obvious reasons. Purity was a thing of value to a witch, just not in the sense he considered it. Pure... as in true to oneself. Something he always was. She knew he forged his way in this world - perhaps that is what made him so beloved by this witch.

“We’ll deal with them together.” Mortem echoed, correcting his phrasing. She would stand idly by and have him do all the work. Her hands would redden as they have always. “Tell me, Regulus, if given free reign to carry out this quest... how would you go about it?” Would he... empty the world? Or simply cull it until it bent a knee? On one hand she was mighty curious; on the other, she wanted to consider his preferences as they moved forward with this.

#fallesto #rps

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translated; kind-of-sorta-maybe part of an unwritten sequel to this modern au where regulus and reinhard are dating and julius is coping and seething

Julius remembers: he caught the two of them at the entrance to the university one day. Even unintentionally that time: it was just morning, just before the start of the classes.

They were standing close: the toes of their shoes were almost touching. (Black sneakers, ordinary but of good quality, worn for years, and white loafers, probably bought only because of the unreasonably high price and ready to crack after the first rain, for that matter.) No one would mistake them for friends: there was no barrier of personal space between them, the space belonged to them both — and this screamed about the nature of their connection more than anything else.

Regulus said something — Julius couldn't make out the words in the din of the crowd, but no doubt something boorish, shamelessly rude, and full of smugness — and Reinhard laughed. Not at the top of his lungs, not bending over backwards from laughter — but the way people laugh from funny, but not very polite joke, sincerely, showing their teeth and squinting, turning their face away from slight embarrassment for their sense of humor.

It was unbearable to watch: maybe if Julius had opened the door to the supposedly empty lecture hall and found them there, half naked and busy, he wouldn't have felt so voyeuristic, staring at what he had no right to look at.

Perhaps that was the day — at that time, of course, he would not admit it to himself, not for anything — when the realization settled in him: there was the Reinhard that Julius could never have hoped to have.

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So what's the secret, Julius wants to ask, glaring at the high-stretched collar of his turtleneck, and the words burn his tongue. He wants Reinhard to come back faster. He wants Reinhard to be stuck in line for exactly as long as it takes Julius to shove Regulus in the trunk of his car and drive him to the border of Vollachia.

"It's pretty indecent to stare at people like that, in my opinion. It's not that I want to subordinate everyone to the rules of upbringing with which I was raised, every family, of course, is different in this, and it would be completely inappropriate for me to interfere in this, but I assumed that such basic things are what all parents teach their children, isn't it? " Regulus squints at Julius, a smile oozing superiority on his face.

Julius wipes his lips with a napkin and puts it on the left side of the plate.

"My guardians have taught me the proper amount of etiquette lessons, don't worry," he says with restraint, suppressing the urge to add and the importance of compliance with the law. And the norms of morality. And how to be a decent person, and can you please tell me in full detail exactly how you manage not to exhaust the pathetic remnants of conscience by lecturing me about my upbringing instead of whiling away time in prison, which, I would like to remind you, would have been inevitable if Reinhard had not... If you hadn't... How did you... how?

What's the secret?

Regulus raises his eyebrows emphatically:

"The inability to see the shortcomings of one's own personality is the scourge of the majority, no matter how regrettable it may be. A person who wants to achieve something in life, other than being on in the herd, must learn to look at himself soberly, don't you think?"

Julius forces a smile:

"Of course. I will definitely take that into consideration."

There is something in Regulus's face that Julius would consider a moral struggle if he were a fool. His lips are pressed tightly, and his eyes dart: Julius waits patiently, knowing that he will not last long — and indeed, soon something ugly appears on the surface of that loathsome face, something deserving to remain at the bottom of that far more loathsome mind.

"Reinhard appreciates the ability to be honest about oneself in people, so you know," Regulus says, grinning openly, and this is indeed a malicious glee — a bit childish even, full of sincere pride. The desire to poke his success under Julius' nose: mine, mine, mine.

He knows, Julius thinks distantly. For how long? Probably for a long time. It wasn't that hard to notice, of course.

"I assure you, it never occurred to me in my life that Reinhard doesn't appreciate honesty," he says with exaggerated ease. "He knows how to pay tribute to the positive qualities in a person, that's why he is popular with people, you see. "

"People, " Regulus curls his lips uncomfortably. "Ah, people! These people where, let me remind you, everyone craves only one thing — to cover their rotten soul with their positive qualities? People who do good things in order not to be thought badly of, because all they are obsessed with in this life is the opinion of others, without whom it is unbearable for them to be alone with themselves, and with whom it becomes crystal clear to them how miserable they are? And after all, it does not occur to them that everyone around is exactly the same, no, they believe that only they are the centre of the universe, the most important, the most precious, the most, oh, the irony, disgusting! Are they? Are they? Do you think they're better? Oh, huh? You think these worthless, petty, self-obsessed freaks are better, better than me, you think, you-u-u... "

His breath catches, as if someone has squeezed his throat, and he looks at Julius with bulging and darkened eyes. And this change is so unexpected and quick — black, suffocating jealousy — that Julius feels uncomfortable in his own skin, which suddenly feels like someone else's. It suddenly seems to him that someone has planted a mirror in front of him, where his underside is reflected — rotten and sinister, disgusting in its sincerity.

"Hmm, " Julius says. He turns his gaze away, looking for Reinhard in the crowd.

#re zero #my writing #there are a couple of lines that i really liked in the original version but translation kinda butchered them. sad! anyway here you go.

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Omg that moon water fic sounds so much fun, tell us more about it 🤍

Ahhhh, my first ask being from my idol on tumblr 🥹 It feels like I'm talking to a celebrity ngl-- Hang on, this is me when I got your ask:

The moonwater fic was actually requested by @starchaser-lily (I promise it's coming, I'm sorry it's taking so long 😭). I'm planning on posting it some time this week, the week after being the latest.

I'll admit, it was only through their request that I found out Remus x Regulus was indeed a ship, and I found it extremely adorable. The amount of ideas that flooded into my mind?? It seemed never-ending. But to actually imagine these two characters actually having an interaction with each other that eventually ended with a confession of sorts, it only made sense to me that there's angst.

A good story is determined not only by the way it was written, but also by how much thought went into creating the characters. And considering these aren't mine per say, rather they're my interpretation of what the character is like; there's definitely slight pressure on me to get this right. Yes, this is just a oneshot but doesn't mean I shouldn't do a character analysis first to give it some... definition.

Sure, you can throw in the usual angst and fluff template- but where's the fun in reusing it again? I've read a lot of angst and fluff fics and there's not enough development in character to actually feel like 'Oh, this fic is different.' It felt like I was reading the same thing just either shortened or lengthened. We need the garlic bread with our soup ✨

So things we will see in this oneshot is seeing Remus's uncanny ability to put someone at ease, and to trust him to an extent. That charm we all fell for while reading the books and watching David Thewlis bringing Remus to life onscreen. How Remus is able to sort of manipulate people and how he controls everything around him, you know?

And given Regulus's conditioning with his family (like we can even call them that), I would like to think there will definitely be certain comments thrown about. Not necessarily kind ones either. Maybe he means them, maybe he doesn't... we shall find out :)

I want to say more but then I feel I would just spoil the whole fic and there wouldn't even be a point for me to post it ;-;

But what I can spoil? Grab a box of tissues and strap in because it will be quite emotional. When I write, I really write. I'm a flighty writer, so I can write 1000 words easily and still feel like it isn't enough.

Also, now I know why you say we never bother you with asks, because they are indeed fun. So please people, ask me stuff, it's fun.

#blacksgarden #regulus black #remus lupin #The Warmth to Your Cold

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Hii, so i haven’t read your fics yet but i started following you a while ago because i m obsessed with the Black family and your name always pops up with the best takes on these characters and i generally really vibe with your hcs and opinions. So i’m curious what you think about this: i’ve come across this hc that as a child Regulus was envious of Sirius’s social grace and charisma. And i was a little surpised because i realized i’ve always hc-d the exact opposite without really putting it into words. Sirius strikes me as a person who doesn’t really care to conduct himself in a socially acceptable manner, he doesn’t seek to impress people, and he generally seems to be rather unpleasant to be around unless you’re someone he cares about deeply (James and Lily and Harry and pretty much that’s that). And with Regulus being “the better son” and a Slytherin, and Kreacher liking him, and there being and express parallel between him and Percy Weasley through their pompous handwriting, i have always kind of automatically assumed that Regulus was a total kiss-ass, someone who enjoyed schmoozing, a smooth talker etc. And Sirius in Ootp is so obviously not over those “Regulus is a better son” comments that i’ve always assumed he was a little envious of Regulus’s ability to be so poised, level-headed and charming in every situation. While Sirius is definitely quick-witted, he has such a mean streak and strikes me as a highly emotional being. So most of the time he would pretend he doesn’t care what people think of him because hes a Rebel🤟 and then occassionally he would get all mopey about people having a problem with him. Okay sorry, this is so long 😅 I’d be thrilled to hear your thoughts, whether you agree or disagree ! :)

Thanks for saying you enjoy my headcanons, it's lovely to hear :)

Honestly, it goes both ways in my opinion. I feel like this isn't a situation uncommon to many siblings; each believing the other is better than they or more valued by their parents for the traits they themselves do not possess. Sirius is indeed charismatic and naturally confident and sure of himself, but although these are traits he is not ashamed of, they do not gel well with his personal disagreements with their family's ways and values. Regulus may wish he were as confident and outgoing as his brother, but all Sirius can focus on is the fact that his inability to sit by quietly and accept things he disagrees with earns him nothing but trouble from his parents.

Whereas Regulus is naturally quiet and agreeable, combined with the fact that he does not share Sirius's dislike for their family's ways. Sirius may interpret this as something to be envied, in that he is constantly told he ought to be more like Regulus in this sense. But to do so would go against everything he believes in. Sirius could never just sit by quietly in the face of something he disagrees with. But Regulus's ability to means that he receives far less attention from their parents, negative or otherwise. They're too busy trying to correct Sirius.

As is so often the case between any two people, each envies what they perceive the other as having. Sirius would never wish to be as meek and quiet as Regulus, but he does perceive their parents as favouring him because they so rarely have to tell him off, compared to himself. And Regulus may wish that he had some of his brother's confidence, but considering he agrees with the values of the world in which he was raised, he'd have little reason to use it. But at least he wouldn't be constantly ignored over his parents' favourite child - after all, why would they spend so much time and effort fighting to 'correct' Sirius if he weren't their favourite?

#sirius black #regulus black #the black family #the noble and most ancient house of black #the black brothers #black family headcanons #harry potter headcanons #asks #anon

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The Death Eaters weren't all about the blood prejudice

And no, that's not the same as saying they weren't prejudiced. Of course they were.

Here's what I am saying: there's a narrative by which, Voldemort took over the wizarding world with the agenda of obliterating and excluding Muggle-borns, which had been foreign to most wizards and indeed forced on them by the tyrant. Indeed, that was his main thing.

I think a more plausible view is that he piggy-backed on that ideology that had already been mainstream, to gain influence and pursue his true ends - immortality, power, and control.

Evidence:

(1) Voldemort wanted to recruit Lily. This evidence is weak, I admit - but it already makes him less fanatical than Bellatrix (and probably Lucius too).

(2) Hagrid doesn't associate Voldemort's followers with blood purism even when explaining what the term "Mudblood" means.

(3) Voldemort himself says: “Haven’t I already told you that killing Mudbloods doesn’t matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been — you.” Funnily enough, there are very few Muggle-borns Voldemort's credited with killing. I can only think of Myrtle and Lily. He had killed Myrtle to prove his Slytherin connection, and he didn't even want to kill Lily. Voldemort's not an ideologue, he's an opportunist, and blood purism was a way to ingratiate himself to the Nobility of the Wizarding World.

(4) In the second war, Umbridge, a non-Death Eater, is the one who has most of the fun with the Muggle Born Registration Committee.

(5) Speaking of Umbridge, she is one of the most openly prejudiced characters in the series, and she moved up in the Ministry, ahead of Arthur Weasley, who was punished for not having proper Wizarding pride. This was after Voldemort fell. And the Minister they chose after the First War was Fudge, whom Dumbledore accused of caring too much about blood purity.

(6) When Rita Skeeter publishes her BS article about Hermione, Harry Potter's supporters send her hate mail that calls her a "Muggle," meaning people didn't immediately associate supporting Harry Potter with not being blood purists. For that purpose, people actually believed Harry was the one taking out all the Muggle-borns in COS.

Yes, we have Lily associating prejudice against people like her and the Death Eaters. We have Regulus who talked about ruling the Muggles and the Muggle-borns. But this proves only that the Death Eaters were willing to go further than others, not that they invented these ideas, never mind that both of them were privy to information (from Dumbledore and from their DE relatives, respectively) other people didn't have, including not necessarily accurate information intended to recruit them to the cause. As evidence goes, this is pretty weak.

Sirius says: "No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren’t alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colors, who thought he had the right idea about things. . . . They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though."

Doesn't it make sense to think that... some of what Voldemort was prepared to do to get power was to co-opt an ideology he didn't care about, while conveniently making exceptions for the odd Muggle-born he wanted on his side? Or the odd half-blood?

Voldemort rallies his supporters with talk of the true blood but the context is punishing Tonks and then Charity Burbage - so, again, he is using their existing beliefs to excite them.

This is not a tolerant and open-minded society. This is a prejudiced society with a psychopath taking advantage of preexisting fear and hate to pit people against one another, sow fear, and take over. Again, my thesis is not that the Death Eaters weren't blood purists. It's that they were maybe only a tad more purist than was considered mainstream, a shade less "hypocritical" about it. Well, Hypocrisy is a tribute that vice pays to virtue. Goes to show you there are worse things in the world than being a hypocrite. For example, being a raging violent maniac (but a sincere one).

I think it's one of the best, most interesting bits of writing in the series. I think we all know a prejudiced person or two who isn't as obsessively hateful as Bellatrix, but just... doesn't care enough. Just thinks there's probably something to both sides of the argument or some such. Who has nothing to gain from rocking the boat. Above all, picturing the Death Eaters as transparently evil people dead-set on ridding their society of Muggle-borns for no good reason and against people's general wishes just doesn't make much sense and frankly makes for a worse book. It's hard to picture how they ever became successful if they came out of the blue, frothing at the mouth about a group of people that had been contributing to Wizarding Society for generations, if this had been the case. This post, by yours truly, goes into detail about how I view the Death Eaters and Voldemort's Modus Operandi.

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THE BAND AU!!! im already obsessed. i LIVE for mean lily n her being with barty,,,i've seen it before n it kinda made me iffy but after seeing more of it im like "yeah okay this is cool."

ALSO!!! LILY HAVING AN ABORTION!! i feel like it's not talked abt enough n i love the direction that can go down. the fandom is very,,,,weird?? i would say, abt lily n her being a mother. it's like she HAS to be one when really she's sm more than that

REGULUS BEING IN THE RIVAL BAND. ugh i love band au's smmm. the black brother angst would go so strong in this im foaming at the mouth. also regulus as a drummer is so mmm. i always see him written as the singer n i love that too but him as a drummer...i need to sit down

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WITH JAMES N LILY. like why is she writing such hardcore songs abt him?? what went down before she left?? did james know she was pregnant or was it sprung onto him later on??????? I NEED ANSWERS.

i'm going to be thinking abt this for like ever band au's are my guilty pleasure n this just seems like such a fun time

hehe THE BAND AU INDEED!!!! listen s just walk with me, i'll convert u to bartylily one step at a time, i've done it before and i'll do it again, it just !! makes so much sense !! they're Perfect

the fandom being weird about this topic is one way to put it yeah............ but i've always wanted to write about abortion in relation to lily, mostly bc i love exploring her character and her relation (or lack of it) to motherhood, considering one of the few things we know about her in canon is . that she was harry's mother and she loved her child so much that it saved him. but i feel like ppl tend to forget she was literally 21??? and in the middle of a fucking war??? going for an abortion seems like the logical answer to me, and even tho we know it's not what happened, i wanna write about it!!! and the band au was the perfect opportunity!!! when i started to properly develop the plot it just fit you know??

THE BLACK BROTHERS ANGST IS GONNA HIT . VERY HARD IN THIS ONE BELIEVE ME . rival bands are always soooo fun to read and write about imo, especially in this case bc there's a big difference in genre and the rivalry is sort of??? one sided??? don't get me wrong, reg and his friends take a lot of satisfaction in doing as good or even better than sirius' friends but . that's about it lmao . and yesss he's a drummer bc i can't see (my) regulus being in the spotlight like that yk?? he doesn't give me frontman vibes. maybe if he was a soloist, but not in a band. especially in a band with barty crouch jr now THAT'S lead singer material

I'M NOT SAYING ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING just that a lot of shit went down and they're both to blame in their own way. lily also fucked up and didn't deal with the situation correctly etc etc, there really isn't a villain

AAAAAAA I'M SO GLAD U LIKED THE SILLY PREMISE it's such an honour, especially bc this au is something i just . brainstorm and think about for fun bc idk if i'll ever write it. KISSING U <333

#asks #s tag

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The Story of Oliver 02 - Rest Day

It’s a day that everyone deserves, but maybe it never really comes.

Sonetto: All this because Mr. Knight proposed a mission plan that requires working through his day off?

Sotheby: Does Mr. Fog really hate his work that much? If you really dislike your job, then why not quit?

Sonetto: To be honest with you, I have never understood the way Oliver Fog thinks…

> Vertin: Maybe he’s dealing with issues that he’s not able to readily share.

Eagle: Timekeeper, perhaps you might try negotiating between Mr. Fog and Mr. Knight?

Vertin: …No, it’s best if we let the two of them sort this out on their own. I believe Mr. Knight will find a way to figure this out.

…

Oliver: …It goes without saying that you didn’t have labor laws in your era.

A Knight: Naturally, this sort of modern dalliance was neither fitting for someone’s era nor for the profession of a knight.

Oliver: Sir Knight, times have changed. We have no need of knights in our time. What we do need is an eight-hour work day and no mandated overtime on holidays or weekends.

A Knight: Oliver, you seem to forget this era is in a state of decline.

Oliver: But surely even our present decline will not regress us back to a time without labor rights and holidays, right? We all need to adapt to the changing of times, Mr. Knight.

A Knight: Too true. Someone needs to learn to adapt to the times. This is why someone has always wanted to change into armor someone might consider to be more in keeping with the times. A more dazzling color, perhaps… By the way, do you think pink would suit someone at all?

Oliver: …Honestly, I wouldn’t advise it.

A Knight: Then how about stickers? Someone heard Miss Regulus say that someone could receive complimentary stickers upon purchasing baked goods from the market. Someone happens to be quite interested in several of these stickers. Imagine stcking them on someone’s sword and armor! How splendid that would be! However, someone clearly lacks the ability to consume such a copious quantity of baked goods alone- or indeed at all. Therefore, someone hopes to entrust he task of devouring this surfeit of biscuits to you on someone’s behalf.

Oliver: Biscuits, really? —Ahem. Don’t change the subject. I won’t be bribed by your biscuits and I expect my complaint to be taken seriously, Mr. Knight.

A Knight: Oh? Oh! Sorry, someone is listening, Oliver. What is it that you are complaining about?

Oliver: Mr. Knight, I am but a child yet I am forced to work, and as such, you must respect the few holidays I have. I would ask you to please refrain from making suggestions to Miss Vertin that may lead to my being forced to work overtime.

A Knight: Holidays? Ah, it seems someone might not be so well-adapted to these times just yet. After all, when it comes to a knight and the things it is one’s duty to do, there are no holidays.

Oliver: If you want to work overtime, that’s your business, Mr. Knight. I however have always refused any unreasonable requests to work overtime, especially during holidays.

A Knight: Someone understands what you mean, Oliver. Someone will strive to respect your rights.

Oliver: Good to see my complaint wasn’t a complete waste of time… …

Oliver Fog pulls out his pocket watch once more, glancing over the time as if to appear casual. He then freezes in place, like a Carbuncle eagerly emptying cans, only to find its secretly stashed dust gone without a trace.

Oliver: … …

A Knight: What’s wrong, Oliver? You seem somewhat distressed?

Oliver: …My plan is in tatters now.

A Knight: …What?

Oliver: My work plan’s a mess. There’s not enough time to finish all my tasks.

A Knight: Is it because someone has taken up so much of your time with this issue of ours?

Oliver: Your continuous interruptions certainly have not helped! …I never expected my record of not working overtime for 211 days straight to end today.

A Knight: Excuse someone for asking, but where have you been assigned to work today?

Oliver: A forest near The Box. I need to ensure we maintain a good vantage point there, so that if The Box is attacked, we can react in a timely fashion.

A Knight: …Hmm?

Oliver: Is there something you’d like to ask me?

A Knight: No, no, of course not. Only a caution, Mr. Fog, that the forest isn’t safe at night. It would be better to head back early.

Oliver: …Thanks for your concern, but my work takes precedent. I can fend for myself.

A Knight: Someone has heard that no one goes to that forest at night. Therefore, even if you complete your work and clear the fog, it may not necessarily be of any use.

Oliver: Mr. Knight, do you believe that the work of the Fogwalker is to absorb the fog? To keep it at bay?

A Knight: Someone has always believed this to be the case. Is there some flaw in someone’s understanding?

Oliver: The true responsibility of the Fogwalker is to make the people believe that the fog is under control. As long as there is a Fogwalker, people will believe that the fog is being dealt with. No one cares about how much fog a Fogwalker can absorb, how it all works, or what a Fogwalker’s purpose really is. Making people believe that the fog is under control is the Fogwalker’s true responsibility. Based on this principle, I must ensure that my working hours align sorely with my duty as the Fogwalker.

A Knight: Someone has just thought up the perfect word of describe you.

Oliver: I know what you’re trying to say. In this kind of situation, we commonly refer to such people as “bureaucrats” or “pencil pushers”. Those that do their duty to the letter of the law and nothing more. However, to a civil servant like myself, this term might be seen as a form of praise. Farewell, Mr. Knight. I must leave now if I have any hope to finish my work today.

> Vertin: Sorry, Mr. Knight.

A Knight: Someone does not see any reason for you to apologise, Miss Vertin. But… didn’t you tell him?

> Vertin: I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet…

A Knight: I see… Miss Vertin, someone has suddenly remembered another urgent matter someone must attend to. For now, I must bid you adieu.

> Vertin: …As you wish.

Sotheby: Oh, Mr. Knight, won’t you tell us the rest of the story?

A Knight: Sorry, everyone. Someone has an urgent matter to deal with and must leave immediately. Please forgive my uncouth and abrupt departure.

Sotheby: Aww? Is that it for now? Thank you for sharing that wonderful story, Mr. Knight!

#reverse 1999 #anecdotes #the story of oliver #1.4

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