#regulus: this is fucking unbelievable

[jewishregulus]

love when ppl make random ass aus for their fave ship that r just nonsensical and crazy . anyways jegulus au in which the potter’s run an animal shelter and usually order their pet supplies online but one day james goes to a chain store and finds regulus, who hates every single thing abt his shitty fucking pet store job and ONLY stays bc having a shitty job getting to pet cats on a leash is better than having a shitty job and not being able to. anyways james sees a twink and loses a few brain cells so he just pretends he has NEVER had a pet before and asks for regulus’ advice to talk to him. in his nervousness james is like “so dogs can’t eat chocolate right hahaha that’s crazy i’d go crazy” and regulus is like “i don’t get paid enough for this”

#regulus black #james potter #marauders era #marauders #jegulus #snake in the lions den #when regulus finds out abt the shelter he’s like wait that’s so sweet what the fuck #and then he’s hit w the earthshattering realization that the idiot regular who always bothers him is actually #incredibly smart and talented and caring and #Oh G-d HIS EXACT TYPE!! THE MADNESS #very inspired by my real life shitty pet store job #Not naming names but a certain chain pet store which has a three letter name should burn #james: so lol dogs should eat right? #regulus: this is fucking unbelievable

[saintchaser]

the grandfather clock ticked two after midnight, and regulus was not asleep.

he was sitting at his old, mahogany desk, a single, long candle lit up, giving his face weird shapes, angles, and shadows. the light was warm against his old face, and it gave his eyes a glint of madness, characteristic to the noble name of black, some would say

he remembered dumbledore, and he let a bitter chuckle out. "hogwarts will always offer its help to those who need it." ; regulus found it funny, how exactly the opposite had happened, warriors who had barely bid goodbye to their teachers, to their school that had been their home, to adolescence. warriors who were his age, fighting for a war that wasn't theirs to fight.

regulus had always hated the headmaster, electric eyes and moon-shaped glasses, hiding so many secrets, the secrets of alvus dumbledore.

he had been studying the locket all night, heavy gold, another symbol of nobility, and a glittering, green stone, and a serpent s imprinted in it. salazar slytherin; they were descendants of him, which made them almost royal, his blood coursing through their veins.

the real locket had been in their family for a bit of time; someone had bought it after merope gaunt had sold it, and it had been theirs since. a family heirloom, riddled with death and the past, riddled with secrets and love that had been brewed, and not shared.

the copy was tucked deep within the pocket of his cloak.

regulus twirled the locket between his fingers, the stone between his eyes moving slightly, like a pendulum, hypnotizing. his gray eyes shined in the dim, warm light of the candle, his mercury dipped in its gold.

the letter to the dark lord lay under his hand, and regulus let his fingers wander to it, feeling it, the parchment dry under his fingers, and heavy with his destiny.

to the dark lord,

i know i will be dead long before you read this, but i want you to know that it was i who discovered your secret. i have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as i can. i face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

rab

the way he had written it resembled sirius, regulus thought, his heart filled with melancholia. maybe they hadn't been so different, after all.

in a family of madness and secrets kept in the light of the stars, they were very few, the ones that came in the light of the sun.

and regulus had stayed in the shadows, where, seemingly, he belonged.

but both of them had loved the sun, a metaphor for glory, although momentary, temporary, but a rush of adrenaline that set them on fire, lit them up like a match, burning to ashes, hoping to do one last act of good before they would go down, and the sun would set with them.

family had always been important to regulus. sirius had been his family, too, once. when they were younger, all chubby cheeks and prudent steps, and not long hair and earrings, an act of loud, brash rebellion, or a shadow and a gold locket, an act of silent rebellion that would be his, dug in his heart, that no one would know.

regulus let his mind wonder about what would come. imminent death, he presumed, because the cave had not been a place from which many had come alive. inferis rest in the water, waiting for prey, waiting for another wanderer that was ought to join them. they'd lure him in and never let him go, and that'd be the end. some of their people, the death eaters, were there too. alone and dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to them.

regulus had never thought about joining the death eaters much. it had always been something that had been written for him, in the book of his destiny, and he'd have no other choice. he had joined, a dark mark and a black cloak, death and its omens, hanging in the air, think and green and black, a sign of bloodshed.

maybe he had been a bit late to realize, but he had, in the end. and later's better than never.

he had pushed the chair back, scraping against the hardwood floors, and sighed. the end was nearing, cornering him, and he had felt it. he felt at ease, though. what he was doing was right, even though no one would know what had happened, no one would know his secret, what he had died for, no one but him and his accomplice.

regulus closed the door behind him. kreacher was waiting for him downstairs.

death was waiting for him in the cave, and he'd greet it like an old friend.

#this has turned out so fucking long i cannot believe this #this is regulus' last night. hours later he dies in the cave #if this doesn't get notes i'll cry i've spent so much time on it it's unbelievable /lh #i've loved writing this and i have been thinking about it ever since last night but i got home very late so i didn't turn on #technology to write it. jsjdjdjd #poor kreacher he had to watch his master die :/ fof the greater good or some shit like that #also the face lighting up... if anyone knows that scene where timothee sits (?) on front of a candle and his hand if hivering above it. #if you know that scene #that is what i had in mind when i wrote that part #kreacher #regulus black #regulus black angst #death tw #my writing

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"Well I'm a star right? and stars burn. So here I am, internally combusting."

-Regulus at some point

#or Sirius #but I wrote it for Remus Kenning so #who knows #fuck jk rowling #fuck jkr #marauders #marauders era #writing #regulus black #james potter #hp #sirius black #evan rosier #remus is such a reg kinnie #its unbelievable #i wrote them #i lied #its totally believable actually

[kquil]

REGULUS BLACK | 21:08 — HOLD HER!

SUM : after a boggart class, you rush to Regulus for comfort. The only thing is… the grumpy slytherin doesn’t really know how to comfort someone. Thankfully James is there.  

TAGS. : grumpy regulus ; sunshine reader ; gryffindor reader ; sunshine character seeking comfort in grumpy character trope ; remus approval secured ; sirius needs some convincing ; regulus needs a hug ; but reader needs it more in this fic ; regulus not wanting to admit stuff ; regulus sucks at emotions ; james being a lowkey but loud and panicky wingman ; protective james ; protective regulus 

LENGTH : 1.2k

PART 0.5 (PREQUEL)

“What. The. Fuck…” Sirius exclaims only to receive a hit upside the head by Remus who also pins him with a warning glare, “What?!” the eldest Black brother shouts and gestures to the unbelievable display happening before them, “Shouldn’t you be the one demanding answers? Usually she goes to you for this!”

Instead of answering him, Remus fixes an unreadable stare onto the scene happening before him; trying his hardest to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Finally his suspicions were confirmed and he was happy to witness its conclusion. It was about time. 

Yes, he was the person you typically sought comfort from when distressed and he was more than happy to be that person for you, however, he’s seen your longing glances and has witnessed many of the one-sided conversations you’ve had with the silent, grumpy slytherin — who was the complete opposite of you in demeanour and attitude. It’s an interesting sight seeing you constantly approach him with your bright smile, sweet face and sparkling eyes, a contrast to his notorious emotionless and cold disposition.

Some people who’ve also witnessed your interactions with Regulus Black couldn’t understand why you were so persistent when he barely said a word back and scarcely showed any interest in return to your friendly advances. They thought you were crazy but you were so bubbly and sweet with everyone, they assumed that it’s just a part of your nature to approach even those who were deemed unapproachable. 

And Regulus Black is unapproachable. To everyone — except you.

Regulus never understood you. 

Usually, whenever someone brave enough to approach him started conversation, they would get so turned off by his aloofness that they would cut the interaction short and move on. Those that continued to persist, received a glare and offensive remark, which finally shook them off and out of his personal space. 

But you. 

You love his personal space. He couldn’t so-easily push you away like the others. Your tenacity rivalled the stubbornness of a bull — it was quite admirable. You weren’t deterred by his aloofness nor his ice-cold glare and snide remark. Secretly he was grateful. He’s grown to love your company (though he’d never say it out loud) ever since you shot down his attempt at forcing distance between the two of you. 

“Why would you say that? That’s so mean,” your pout was adorable, “and stop trying to look scary,” you poke your finger between his brows and ease the creases in his skin from his glare, “it doesn’t work when you have such a pretty face,”

Pretty…

You love calling him that, although he’d argue that the flattering term suited you much more than him. Growing up, he was told to despise Gryffindors; his brother was the only exception until you came along with your pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty hair, pretty voice, pretty lips — pretty everything! 

…he’d never admit it out loud, however. 

He’d never admit a lot of things out loud when it came to you. Maybe that’s why he hardly said anything when you were around him. At least he doesn’t scowl as much anymore, he just holds a blank stare whilst trying to stop a smile from taking over his face.

He likes listening to you a lot more than he does anyone else and appreciates your company very much, even if it’s just to listen to you talk about your day and all the things you’ve done; how you loved the omelette they served for breakfast, how you really wanted to learn how to ride a broom but were terrified of heights, how your favourite subject was astrology and eagerly waited for each lesson, how you love his company and being close to him. 

He loves it too, being close to you. You’re warm and soft and he loves your fragrance. Surprisingly, it’s not as sickly sweet as he’d once imagined (and dreaded). Rather, you smelled perfectly floral with a hint of piquant spice that was unique to you. It wasn’t intoxicating, instead, it was calming and Regulus was addicted to the peace you were able to bring into his chaotic life, a life that remained jumbled with no help from his Gryffindor brother, his only brother, someone he still deeply but silently adored.  

Regulus appreciated you for being able to give him regular updates on his estranged brother since you were pretty good friends with the Marauders. You were especially close to Remus, which you admitted was due to his level-headedness and calmness. You explained to him that being around such stolid characters were comforting to you because their presence was reassuring. Regulus didn’t understand your reasoning. Although it could be because a creeping jealousy had coloured his eyes green for the tall brunette he had never had the pleasure of officially meeting. Nevertheless, it answered his question on why you so often gravitated towards Remus, especially when distressed. 

So… why were you desperately clinging to him when Remus was just across the courtyard?

James was in a frenzy. He had been worried ever since this morning. Ever since meeting you, he had grown to see you as his younger sister and with that, came a an urge to protect you from all things physical and intangible. Therefore, it was only natural for his senses to flood with worry as soon as you mentioned ‘boggart’ over your a plate of your favourite omelette at breakfast. You were going to have your boggart lesson for DADA today. 

Consumed by worry, James had rushed to the courtyard as soon as morning classes were over and desperately searched the crowd for you. Remus tried to assure him, confident in your courage as a fellow Gryffindor but that wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety for your condition. 

His apprehension was for good reason, it seemed, because for the first time ever! There were tears in your eyes. You were crying. You were sad. Sad enough to sob in someone’s arms. In Regulus Black’s arms!

“WhAt ARe yOU DoING?!” James shouts, his voice cracking and fluctuating from his panicked state as his hands grip and pull at his untamed locks. 

For the first time ever, Regulus stutters, “I-I—…uhh!” 

James’ eyes widen at Regulus’ shaking hands, hanging suspended in the air, his fingers twitching slightly from his hesitation and inexperience with comforting someone, “YOU IDIOT!” only James Potter would have the nerve to call Regulus Black an ‘idiot’.

In his eyes, James was watching his precious baby sister, who he loves to pieces, sob into the arms of someone she wanted comfort from but had no clue how to comfort her, “HOLD HER!” James demands, “HURRY!” 

Finally…FINALLY Regulus hugs you back, one hand on the back of your head to softly pet your hair down as his other circles around your waist and pulls you close. He feels you sob into his shoulder as your shaking hands cling onto the back of his button up shirt. When he focuses on your trembling sobs and usually sorrowful form, an ache takes hold of his heart and he finds himself clinging onto you. 

You don’t deserve to cry. You’re far too precious and sweet to deserve experiencing such distress. Whoever did this to you, once he finds the culprit, will have hell to pay…

As soon as you feel the secure squeeze of Regulus’ arms around you, your shaking sobs slowly reduce to pitiful hiccups and faint sniffles. Beside your ear, Regulus whispers soft, kind assurances and you’ve never felt so safe. It escapes you that Regulus was actually speak to you instead of the other way around. 

“It’s okay, my flower…” your heart leaps in your chest, “you’re going to be okay; I’m here for you,” 

A/N : i had this idea and parts of it written ages ago and rediscovered it while i was on holiday — finally! i got to finish it haha! i hope you lovelies enjoy, this turned out better than i originally imagined it to go 

NAVI. | PART 0.5

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[pretentiouswreckingball]

✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

#well. let it not be said I never do anything nice for you guys #happy birthday James!!! #pathetic Reggie my fave Reggie #wait for the slutty shorts James later today!! #and just fyi Sirius looks amazing in that crop top too #also pardon any mistakes I wrote this last night half asleep #anyways enjoy!!! #james potter #James Potter birthday #croptopjames #jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #(?) idk

[ellecdc]

The Drink Snob (part 4)

mafia au!Remus Lupin x fem!reader - 3k

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

You stood on the sidewalk staring dumbly at the sign that hung above the door of the restaurant - La Luna – with a list of references under your arm.

You’d thought long and hard about showing up today, and you weren’t sure which part of you was the part that won. Was it the part of you who saw things through? The part of you who had a lovely conversation with a motherly sounding woman on the phone and had promised her you’d be here? Was it the part of you who sort of wanted to see The Man™ again? Or was it the part of you who didn’t like being told what to do?

You supposed it didn’t much matter now which part of you won, seeing as it found you here.

Now you just had to make it inside the restaurant...which should be easy...seeing as you had two functioning legs...so why the hell aren’t they moving?

Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you shouldn’t have come. Who voluntarily works for a criminal? Or at least for a criminal’s mother. He’s proven to you that he’s nothing but trouble. 

What if it was the good kind of trouble? The kind that led to fun banter and teasing remarks. The kind that made life more exciting and adventurous. The kind that made him really fun in bed.

Stop it.

He wasn’t the good kind of trouble. He was a criminal. Just because he stopped one guy from drugging you doesn’t mean he’s any better than him. Just because he spent hours with you at a bar listening to you lament about your life. Just because he took the opportunity to warn you about his mother’s restaurant. Just because he seemed to give a damn about you...

No, that was wishful thinking. 

You shouldn’t be here.

Your option to leave was taken from you, however, when a man exciting the restaurant paused to hold the door open for you.

Fuck it.

You thanked the man and squared your shoulders as you entered the restaurant. 

It was fairly quiet inside, which you supposed made sense seeing as it didn’t open until 4pm. There were some serving staff behind the bar readying glassware and silverware for the evening, and a few men moving a large piece of furniture covered with a moving blanket to the corner of the restaurant.

“No fucking way. You came!” A voice called. You turned to see the same curly haired man from the restaurant the night that The Man™ saved you from Tan. He was smiling widely at you as if the two of you were old friends that hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Uhm...me?” you asked dumbly. Kill me now.

The man just laughed as he approached you and gave you a bone crushing hug. “Yeah you! You’re The Girl.”

“The girl?” You muttered as you stepped away from the overly affectionate man.

“James, step away from the girl; she doesn’t even know you.” A shorter man with black hair and silver eyes said as he smiled politely at you. “Sorry about him. He’s mostly harmless, just an idiot.”

The man...James...beamed at you as if his friend hadn’t just insulted him.

“I’m James, this is my boyfriend Regulus.” James introduced finally. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said as you gave him your name in turn.

“Oh, we know.” Another man said as he entered the dining area. He looked startlingly similar to Regulus, though his hair was quite a bit longer and he was littered with tattoos and silver jewelry. He was also accompanied by The Man™.

“Don’t be fucking weird.” The Man™ muttered to his companion.

“Sorry Moons, no can do.” He said salaciously as he waltzed his way over to you extending his hand. “The names Sirius, doll. So glad I finally get to meet you.” He said with a wink.

You choked on a laugh. 

“Fucking hell. You’re unbelievable.” You said instead of hello.

“Thank you!” He beamed, puffing his chest not unlike a peacock.

“That wasn’t a compliment...”

James barked a laugh. “Oh Moony, can we keep her?” He said as he wiped a fake tear from under his eye.

“You’re name’s Moony?” You asked incredulously.

The Man’s murderous glare softened as he looked from James to you. “One of them.”

“The sods name is Remus, dollface. Don’t mind him, he’s emotionally constipated.” Sirius interjected.

“Sirius!” Remus chastised from across the room. 

“What is goi-oh! You must be Y/N!” A lovely woman exclaimed as she made her way into the dining hall. “I was wondering what had my boys so rowdy.”

You flushed under the insinuation and extended your hand quickly.

“You must be Hope. It’s nice to meet you; I’m terribly sorry if you’ve been waiting on me.”

The woman waved you off and threw a sarcastic glance over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m not fussed. It’s hard to get almost anything done with this lot ‘round. Come, leave the boys to their folly.” She said as she ushered you down the hall. 

“Those are your boys?” You asked as the two of you made your way to what looked to be Hope’s office.

“Yes! Well, technically just Remus. But they’re a package deal, those boys.” She said with the fondness only a mother could manage. It made your heart hurt.

“I suppose that’s an important quality...in his line of work.” You offered. You chose to attend the interview regardless, but it was important for you to understand exactly what was expected of you here.

Hope looked at you with a knowing glint in her eye as she sat at her desk, seeming to size you up. “Yes, I suppose so.”

She pulled out some papers and you placed your references in front of you.

“So, what kind of questions do you have for me?” She asked casually.

You felt your eyebrows furrow as you calculated her question; you’d never been asked that at the beginning of an interview before.

“Erm, I... well I guess I’d like to know a little more about what the job entails.”

Hope smiled widely at you – you could see now where Remus got his dimples from.

“Well, we were looking for someone who had a license to serve liquor, perhaps to help with serving and bussing tables. But really what I’m most excited about is your music.”

“My music?” You asked quietly.

“Oh yes.” Hope offered enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted live music here, but we’ve never had anyone to do that! I must admit, I looked you up after I received your CV – you’re very talented.”

“Oh, god.” You murmured as you felt you face heat in embarrassment. “I’ve really only played with orchestra’s – I’m not sure that’s an example of any talent.”

“Hm, and modest too. Tell me, do you make it a habit of downplaying your worth?”

You felt like you’d been slapped.

“Because you shouldn’t. You ought to be proud; I sure am.” She carried on like she hadn’t just rocked your world. You cleared your throat and tried to fight against the tears clamoring their way to the surface.

“As for...this line of work.” Hope carried on, emphasizing your phrasing regarding Remus’ job. “This is indeed a restaurant. We deal with mostly restaurant matters. Some of our patrons may be...more colourful than average, and we may see the boys come and go from time-to-time, but there’s nothing you’d need to be concerned about.”

You nodded, a little stunned by the speed of this conversation, but feeling like you got the gist.

Restaurant. Shady business behind the scenes. Nothing for you to worry about.

Good enough.

“Look. You’ve worked at bars in some of the largest cities in North America – that tells me you work well under pressure and in a fast-paced environment. You’ve worked with orchestras across the continent as well, which tells me you work well in a team environment. You’re working towards your doctorate which tells me you’re dedicated and hard working. You’re an ideal candidate, Y/N.”

Remus was right – how does one say no to Hope Lupin?

“Do you work well in a team?” She asked plainly.

“Yes.”

“Do you work well under pressure?”

“Sure.”

“How’s your right hook?”

You laughed. “Not bad? I guess...I’ve not had to use it much if I’m being honest.”

Hope shrugged her shoulders. “We can work on that.”

You laughed again before taking a deep breath. “Okay. Alright, well...whatever you need then.”

Hope smiled. “You’ll play for us?”

You grimaced but shifted it to a smile. “There’s no saying no to you, is there?”

Hope beamed. “And you’re a quick learned. Excellent! Come with me.” She called as she stood and marched out of her office. 

You followed her obediently back out to the dining hall where James, Remus, Sirius, and Regulus were still loitering – each having taken a seat at a different table. And that large piece of furniture they’d been moving in when you arrived? It was a piano.

It was a Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

It was a brand-new Concert A 192 Bechstein grand piano.

You thought you were going to faint. These pianos were not cheap.

“Think this will work for you? I’m sure we could swap it for something else if needed.” Hope commented as she moved towards the piano.

“You got this...for me?” You murmured. Hope smiled at you but bit it back when she saw the emotion on your face. 

“Well, we got it for the restaurant. If you need something else though, we can likely exchange it.”

She was interrupted by a scoff from Sirius. “I am not breaking my back dragging that thing back out of here again, mummykins.”

“You’ll damn well do whatever the hell I tell you too, bubs.” She shot back.

Sirius conceded immediately. “Absolutely. Whatever you want mum.”

“So, are you gonna play us something?” James interjected.

“Now?” You asked apprehensively. 

“Well, someone’s gotta test it out.” He shrugged. “They tuned it at the store but said it might shift slightly during the move.”

You hummed in acknowledgement but made no move to sit at the piano. James sighed dramatically and stood from his seat.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Regulus groaned and brought his hands up to his ears as his boyfriend sat at the piano with a flourish, cracking his knuckles, and began pressing keys at random.

Sirius bobbed his head in encouragement as if what James was currently producing could be considered music. Regulus banged his head against the table with his ears still covered, and Remus shook his head with a grimace.

“Okay, okay! Oh, you poor thing what has he done to you?” You cooed at the piano as you swatted James’ hands away.

“Uhm, I was playing it. Duh.” He muttered as he stood from the bench.

“That was a crime, is what it was. This piano is a work of art – it costs as much as a bungalow in America.” You said as you sat at the bench, staring at the keys in awe. 

You’ve played some pretty spectacular instruments throughout your life; the New York Philharmonic certainly provided for their pianist, no holds barred. But those were instruments you had to give back once you finished playing with them. Granted, this belonged to the restaurant, but...it was here for you to play.

“What are you going to play us?” Remus asked quietly.

You turned your head to him, surprised out of your musings, to find him looking at you softly.

“Any requests?” You asked the room.

“James’ knowledge of music that one can play on a piano expands no further than heart and soul, dollface. Don’t ask us.” Sirius smirked as he dodged a swat that James sent his way with an indignant squawk.

“You’re the expert.” Hope encouraged you from the side of the room.

You took a deep breath and turned back to the piano. You felt horribly exposed; no orchestra to hide behind, all eyes on you. Make it count.

You opted for a piece you’ve played an unholy amount of times.

It was your mother’s favourite. 

It wasn’t anything particularly difficult or challenging; it was not a technical piece in the slightest. But something about it spoke to you.

It felt like sitting in a sunroom on a rainy day and watching beads of raindrops race down the panes of glass. It felt like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds after days of overcast skies. It felt like a hug from your mom.

Turns out, it sounded even more beautiful on a Bechstein. 

The last few notes echoed through the predominantly quiet restaurant as you stared down at the keys.

“What’s that called?” Remus asked quietly.

You looked over at him to find that same soft look on his face.

“It’s called Sorrisi.”

“What language is that?” James asked.

“Italian, I believe.”

“What does it mean?” Sirius interjected. 

You smirked before responding. “I believe it translates to I smiled.” 

Remus watched as you seemed to shake yourself out of some sort of reverie. The piece was simple, but it was deep. Remus swore he could see years of memories and feelings oozing out of your shoulders as your hands danced across the keys.

And he wasn’t the only one. He could tell his mum was crying – most people wouldn’t have likely noticed, thinking she was just farsighted - but he knew that she only ever removed her glasses from her face if she was tearing up.

And then you had to go and act all bashful like you hadn’t just moved the room to tears with a few simple notes. Like you had no idea how wonderful you were. How beautiful you were.

Remus was fucked.

Here's the song you played for (Remus) the boys and Hope 🥰

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[sixlane]

Life and Death

Jegulus microfic | 1.2k words | Mr & Mrs Smith au pt. 2 | pt. 1, pt. 3

The mission hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. It should’ve been a routine package transport, nothing out of the ordinary, except that when they arrived at the dropoff location, they’d been met with 10 armed operatives hell bent on killing them and stealing whatever it was they were transporting.

That’s how James finds himself bleeding out in the backseat as Regulus pushes the gas pedal to the floor, trying to get them somewhere safe while simultaneously losing their attackers.

“James I swear to god if you die I with fucking kill you,” Regulus yells over the roaring engine and squealing tires. “Keep pressure on the wound you fucking idiot!”

James groans as he presses harder on his leg where the bullet entered. Everything’s going a bit fuzzy so he keeps forgetting what he’s doing. If they hit his artery he’s screwed.

“Come on, James, eyes open!” Regulus snaps his fingers, flitting his eyes back and forth between the road and James in the rearview. His brows are pinched in concern and his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. James is pretty sure he’s hallucinating at this point, though. 

“Keep your eyes on the road or you’ll kill us both,” James grits out. They’re speeding around sharp curves on the outskirts of a town in the Italian countryside, but it’s not somewhere James recognizes. He stopped hearing gunshots about five minutes ago so he’s pretty sure they lost whoever was chasing them, but if James doesn’t get sewn up soon he won’t make it out of this one.

Regulus lets out an incredulous laugh, “you’re really going to critique my driving skills right now? Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, love, you’re doing gr— FUCK!” They hit a bump that jostles James’ leg and it feels like he’s on fire, burning up from the inside. It’s all a bit too much. He’s fading fast. 

“James?!” Regulus calls out. “James don’t you dare pass out we’re almost there just hang on five more minutes.” 

“Just gonna take a little nap, love,” James slurs, not totally in control of himself. “You’ve got me.” It’s the last thing he remembers before it all goes dark.

When James cracks his eyes open, he’s met with crimson-stained porcelain. He’s in a bathtub, he thinks, and there is blood… everywhere. That’s when the panic sets in.

James can feel his heart rate spinking as his breathing turns short and shallow. He’s alone in a bathroom he doesn’t recognize and he needs to get his feet under him but god why does his leg feel like it’s been put through a woodchipper? He looks down, taking stock of his body.

He’s naked from the waist down, and there’s a hastily sewn up hole in his upper thigh. It all comes back to him then. 

Fuck

Where is Regulus?

All of a sudden,

Footsteps down the hall.

Scissors on the counter.

He doesn't think. 

He just grabs and throws.

The blades arc through the air and imbed themselves in the wall centimeters away from a head of black curls. If Regulus didn’t have the reflexes of a cat they’d be in his eye.

He stands there for a moment, one cup of something hot in each hand. He looks at the scissors, then at James, who is half propped up on the edge of the tub and breathing hard. “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” he deadpans.

“Shit I’m so sorry, are you oka—”

“It’s fine, James,” Regulus interrupts. “You’re in a heightened state of awareness and your adrenaline is doing the thinking. I would’ve done the same thing. Sit back down.”

James collapses back into the tub and his leg throbs in protest. He bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a whimper. He’s been shot a few times before but it never gets easier.

Regulus sits on the edge of the tub and offers him a cup. “Tea?” He’s so calm. Always the one holding it together for the both of them. James has a brief flashback of the car chase, Regulus on the verge of tears, but he pushes it away.

“Thank you,” James croaks, reaching to take the cup. He wraps his hands around the warm drink but he’s shaking too badly to keep the liquid inside. It sloshes over the edge, burning his fingers. “Shit.”

“Let me,” Regulus says, taking the cup back. He holds it to James’ lips before tipping it slightly.

James makes an obscene noise when the warm liquid slides down his sore throat. In this moment it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Regulus sets the cup down, then reaches out to run his thumb across James’ cheekbone, trying to dislodge some dried blood, probably. The concern from the car is seeping back into his features and he runs his eyes over James from head to toe, a reminder that James is completely bare apart from his blood soaked t-shirt. Oh well, Regulus can look if he wants to.

“How bad was it?” James asks.

Regulus’ eyes snap back to meet James’ and he schools his features into something more neutral, but James doesn’t miss how he’s twirling his wedding band with his thumb, a nervous habit he’s picked up recently. “Pretty bad. The bullet missed your artery, thankfully, but you lost a lot of blood. You’ve been out for two hours.”

“Right,” James says, looking around. “And where are we?”

“Safe house. Should be okay to stay here a few days while you recover.”

James nods. “Thank you for uh… for taking care of me.” He can feel his cheeks heating as he says it. He’s not usually one to get flustered, but something about Regulus watching over him while he’d been unconscious is making him feel gooey inside.

Regulus just shrugs, not breaking eye contact. “You’d do the same for me.” They share the look for a few more seconds, something behind it that neither of them wants to name, before Regulus looks away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

It takes the better part of an hour because James can’t stand without Regulus supporting his full weight, but he finally makes it to bed, clean and wearing new clothes Regulus found in a drawer somewhere. Regulus gave him a few pills to help with the pain and they’re making him sleepy already, the world blurring around its edges.

“Need anything else?” Regulus asks as he fluffs James’ pillows behind him.

“Mm good,” James responds, though it’s barely audible. 

“Alright, I’ll come check on you in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.” Regulus moves toward the door, but before he can get too far James catches his wrist.

“Stay? Please? Don’t wanna be alone.” 

Regulus turns, his expression soft. “Yeah, James, okay. I’ll stay.”

He moves around the bed to come up behind James, but he doesn’t get under the covers. 

After a few minutes, when he thinks James is asleep, Regulus runs a delicate finger down his back, tracing the hills and valleys of his spine. He lets out a shuddering exhale, one he’d been holding back for a while it seems, and James finally drifts off to soft touches and Regulus’ warmth at his back.  

#they're back and they're so soft!! #jegulus #jegulus microfic #regulus black #james potter #regulus x james #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders fanfic #marauders au #lane writes #microfic tag #mr & mrs smith au

[jaylienpotter]

Part 3 of Let them be | 1.9K words

> Part 2 | Part 4 <

Let people want both

Remus, James and Peter were outside already, waiting for Sirius to join them to go to Hogsmead. Remus was getting impatient (it was getting close to that time of the month), it was unbelievable the amount of time someone could take to get ready. They always expected him to take longer, hence why not waiting at the dorm. But that day Padfoot was taking especially long.

Lupin's frown became something else entirely. Thin lips parted, brown eyes wide and cheeks most certainly darker than usual. Siri looked absolutely gorgeous, hot, perfect.

"Looking good Pads!" Prongs greeted the last marauder with his usual cheerful grin. But he didn't have the tall boy's slightest attention.

"You think?"

"Yeah! Girl day?" Sirius hummed affirmatively and got closer. Fuck did he she look even better.

"Where did you get the clothes?" The short blond boy was still getting used to the whole gender thing, but it had gotten better since the protest they did for Regulus.

"Well, Marlene gave me the skirt, said it's a tad too big on her. The top is mine but I cut it to be cropped. Not bad, I'd say. Definitely not the straightest but it's me after all. And I don't know, it gives it a grungy style. The fishnets are Mary's. I was expecting it to be uncomfortable but it's not, really. The accessories are all mine except for the bracelet, which is also Marlene's. The boots are mine, obviously. It would be fun to maybe get heels at one point but I don't think they exist in my size."

"You can always try spells. You look wicked, anyway!" Potter turned to Remus, who was very much panicking on the inside. "Y'alright, Moony?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah." Was that suspicious? He was quite collected in general but something about that man - or woman, person, didn't really matter - made him feral. He wanted Sirius to be his. He needed it. But he was far too awkward and shy to ever make a move. I mean, what if it ruined their friendship?

"Look!" Pads lifted her rectangle black sunglasses to show an amazing eye look (not that Remus knew much about makeup) that made her grey eyes pop. "I did it myself! Lily has been teaching me how to make different looks with makeup."

"You're on a first name basis, now? You're not stealing Evans from me, Pads, are you?" He squinted as if threatening, not that he would ever hurt his best friend.

"No, don't worry. I'm still very much into blokes."

"Good. Anyone you got your eyes on?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Suddenly focused on the conversation, a million thoughts raced through Rem's head. Did Padfoot have a crush? Who could it be?

"Secretive. I'm onto you, Pads. And how about you Moony? We all know Pete is devoted to the Ravenclaw boy-"

"Merlin! I've told you already, Benjy and I are just friends."

"Sure." Round glasses turned to Moony, who, for once, was feeling somewhat brave.

"I guess you could say I fancy someone." He hoped to get a reaction from said person.

"Ooooo! Who is she?" This was his moment.

"Why are you assuming it's a girl?" There it was. Pads looked up, interest peaked. It could only be from curiosity, she always enjoyed some drama. Or maybe, hopefully, it could be deeper than that.

"Am I the only straight person here?"

"Well I'm not gay, because I don't fancy Benjy. I don't fancy anyone." Poor Pete. James wouldn't leave him alone about it, constantly teasing.

"Whatever you say, Wormy. Who's this person, Moony?"

"Ain't telling." He was feeling brave and maybe even impulsive. But not even the full moon made him an idiot.

"Aww, come on! Why don't you lot tell me anything?!"

"Perhaps because you're extremely obvious and embarrassing." He did have a point. Although that wasn't the reason in this case.

"Awn, do I embarrass you in front of eagle boy?"

"You're insufferable!" Potter chuckled, deciding it was enough teasing.

"Well, where we off to first? Zonko's?"

"We should go there last. We will need quite a lot of things, we're running out of stock for pranks."

"What would we do without you, Moony?" Get in a lot more detentions, that's for sure. "Three broomsticks?"

They all agreed and went to the pub, ordering butterbeer. After a while of talking about nothings, Peter got up.

"I have to go for a bit."

"Meeting a certain someone whose name starts with a B?"

"Sod off, Potter. I'll see you later." He was barely out the door when James got up too.

"Oh shit! I also need to go. I want to buy Lily some flowers. See if this time she'll accept going on a date. Sorry mates." He took some coins from his pockets (most of them galleons, rich prick) and messily left them on the table. "Uh this should cover some of the drinks. I'll meet you at Zonko's in like 30, yeah?"

"Just go, lover boy."

"Thank you, you're the best!" And then it was just them. It's not like they were never alone, but it was especially hard to focus when Sirius looked like a hot rockstar. No matter where Lupin looked, he could easily get flustered. Face? Amazing makeup that he wanted to kiss. Top? You could see her abs under the crop. Bottom? Obviously the mini skirt. There was no way out.

"You seem distracted."

"Hm? Do I?" Fuck.

"Yes. Is it because of the person you fancy?"

"Maybe." Absolutely.

"I didn't know you were bi." The lanky boy just shrugged, afraid to say something stupid. "Do I know him?"

"You know everyone."

"You know what I mean." Another non answer, a sip of the butterbeer that was near the end. "Do you know if he's gay? Or bi or whatever."

"He is."

"What does he look like?" They were getting into dangerous territory. There weren't many males at hogwarts with fucking grey eyes. Join the long black hair and it was a given.

"Why the interrogation? You also didn't give us much closure."

"Ask me things, then." He pondered. He desperately wanted to find out if Padfoot had any interest in the boy across from her.

"Do you fancy someone?"

"I do." Could be anyone.

"What's his house?"

"Gryffindor, of course. I have high standards, Moons." Siri was the only person that called him that. Got this man on his knees every time.

"I mean you dated a Ravenclaw."

"Shhhh we don't talk about him."

"Right." Brown eyebrows came together "Is it- is it James?" It made sense. They were always together, after all. And Potter was always complimenting his best mate.

"Prongs?! Fuck no! He's my brother. Why? You don't fancy him, do you…?"

"No, no!" Different Marauder.

"What's his house?"

"Also Gryffindor. What does your crush look like?" It could go downhill from there very fast.

"Brown hair. Brown eyes." Matched… "Bad sense of style." Listen. Remus didn't have a bad sense of style. He just liked to be comfortable. Although he could be the one in the description since Black said he looked like a grandfather.

Before Rem could answer, probably ask something that was more specific, a crash and shouts were heard a few tables over.

"Let's go somewhere else?"

"Sounds good."

After paying, Moony awkwardly followed his crush to a secluded area in the street.

"How about you? What does your crush look like?"

"Dark hair…" Pads hummed, encouraging to continue. "Light eyes…" Bastard was smirking. Smirking at the pink cheeks across the scarred face.

"I see…" She got close. Very close. "You know, Lupin. I couldn't help but notice you get particularly shy whenever I'm wearing a skirt. Any reason?" He didn't say anything. I mean, what was he supposed to say? Sirius obviously knew the answer already. "I'd say you simply like short skirts but I don't see you staring at other girls like that." His cheeks matched the colour of their house and he could be playing quidditch with how fast his heart was beating. "What is it, Remy?"

"Siri…" His voice was pleading, his eyes were pleading, his heart was pleading, he was on his knees and she was well aware of that.

"No no." She took his chin and made him look into those grey eyes. "Say it."

"I…" Shit, he was nervous. "I… like you…"

"Was that so hard? If all I needed to do to get you to like me back was to wear a skirt, I would've protested a lot sooner."

"It's not since the skirt… It's been longer." The Black smirk. Annoying and hot. He just wanted to kiss it, aware the bold red lipstick would get smudged on both of them.

"Remus John Lupin, you fool." And just like that, their lips met. Pale arms around the taller one's neck. Moony put his arms around her and pulled her closer, feeling her bare skin and melting into the kiss.

Merlin knows how long the kissing lasted. Time didn't exist between those two. After what seemed like an eternity and yet not enough, they parted.

"You have some lipstick on you." She chuckled and cleaned some of it with her finger. "I'm making it worse…"

"That's okay. I'll wash my face."

"Woooooo!" Turning around, there was a short Filipino blondie cheering them, holding hands with her dark skinned girlfriend. "Fucking finally! You better tell me the details, Black!"

"Fine! Now sod off Mckinnon!" She laughed and pulled Dorcas, walking away. "Well…"

"I uh… I'll wash my face at the pub."

"I'll walk with you." The silence was a tad awkward. At least to Remus. His crush took his hand and broke the ice. "So, since when do you fancy me?"

"I'm not sure… A year, maybe? You?"

"Awww really? You should have come out sooner. I've liked you since fourth year. Never made a move because I thought you were straight. And even after the protest, I wasn't sure if you just found me attractive because I look like a girl."

"No, I like you when you're masculine too. The skirt just… I don't know, has a different effect. Wait here?"

"Is my lipstick smudged?"

"A bit."

"I'll go too." They went back to the pub they had left some minutes ago. Pads went to the girl's bathroom while Remus cleaned his face and grinned at the mirror in the men's. When they met again, the red lips were as lively as before. They stained Moony, the shape of a kiss on his left cheek. "Sorry. Had to."

It had been over 30 minutes since James left to fetch Lily a gift. So naturally, he and Pettigrew were already waiting at Zonko's.

"There they are! Where were you two- Is that lipstick?!" The werewolf blushed and looked down while his partner held up their hands grinning.

"We're dating!"

"What?! You were each other's crushes?!" Wormtail shook his head.

"You are so oblivious, Prongs."

"Wha- You knew?!"

"Everyone with eyes and some common sense knows those two have been pining over each other. Congrats on figuring it out, it was getting painful to watch."

"Wormtail!" Pads gasped dramatically, her hand over her chest. "How could you stay quiet?"

"Wasn't my place to say anything. And it was quite entertaining to watch how stupid you both were." Sirius seemed offended, but Remus couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

#Another part of the lil series hehe #wolfstar #genderfluid sirius black #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #harry potter marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards #remus john lupin #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #james & peter & remus & sirius

[drowningtheyougestblack]

James: How the heck are you so pretty

Regulus: well, obviously it's a family trait

James: what?

Regulus: The blacks can't have a ugly heir.

Regulus: they will just Avada us in the hospital

James: WHAT?

Regulus: it's to make people think that they are inferior of us

James:

James: your family is fucked up

Regulus: ...you realised that now, unbelievable.

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[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

How badly do you want it? | part 3

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slut shaming, words whore and prostitute used, kinda angsty, attempted sexual assault, cheesy confession, poor writing

The test had already passed, and Regulus had been avoiding me like the plague. He managed to maintain his perfect grades, while mine continued to drop lower and lower. It was only sex, and he hadn't necessarily gone out of his way to hurt me, but I still felt hurt nonetheless.

Why did I feel so empty over a boy I'd fucked once? It made no sense, sure he was unbelievably pretty, and maybe he had a smooth voice, but it wasn't like I was in love with him.

I groaned as I pulled my head up from my table, my friends around me talking. I didn't join in the conversation, I haven't been joining in any conversations recently. It's weird how big of an effect he had on me, it truly felt like a piece of me died.

"(Y/n)." Called a rather annoyed looking Sirius Black, older brother to the boy that had currently plagued my mind. His yes were narrowed, and the side of his mouth was pulled into a slight frown. I nodded in acknowledgement, waiting for him to speak.

"Did you snog with Regulus?" He asked, his voice ice cold. I decided to play it safe and shook my head, "Why would I snog him? He and his grades annoy me." I stated, making sure to keep a neutral expresssion.

He seemed to believe this as his annoyance melted away and instead there was concern. "Well, Lucius Malfoy and some of the other Slytherin's are spreading rumors of you being a whore, you should deal with it."

He stepped away at that, walking back over to his friend group, "the marauders". What a stupid lot. Always trying to bully poor Regulus. Why am I thinking about him again?

I shook the mouth watering image of him inbetween my thighs from my head, instead focusing on the most dire problem: the rumors. Not being afraid of conflict, I marched right over to where Lucius sat, who just so happened to have Regulus seated next to him, a book in his hands.

"Malfoy, I heard you've been spreading rumors." I stated, crossing my arms and tapping my foot, pulling the most stone cold expression I could. He stopped talking to who I believe to be Bellatrix Lestrange, and looked me dead in the eye, abruptly standing up. A cruel smirk spread across his lips, and he placed his hands on Regulus's shoulders.

"Well dear Regulus here told us quite the story, didn't you?" Regulus nodded, not looking up from his book, although there was a slight tick to his jaw. "We figured it'd be good for your business to let others know, because it's quite clear you're just a filthy whore."

The other Slytherin's let out loud bursts of laughter, calling me various names all meaning the same thing, whore. I narrowed my eyes further, and never broke eye contact.

"Have you ever thought for a moment that, dear reggy, was the one who came onto me?" I asked, annoyance laced through my words. I could see Regulus's hand twitch, but he still refused to look up from the book.

Lucius laughed again, "I know him well enough to say he would never have anything to do with someone like you if it weren't for that book."

"You really think he'd be willing to do that for a book?"

"Clearly."

I pursed my lips, breaking eye contact to look at Regulus, only to find his eyes fixated on my own, but just as quickly as I'd seen it they were back on his book. Corner of his mouth twitching upwards lightly.

"Then go on, by all means, send some people my way. I don't mind since I'm apparently nothing but a halfblood slut that only cares about dick." I exclaimed loudly, making sure others could hear it. I dramatically spread my arms out, a falsely cocky smirk on my face.

The whole area went silent. I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on me, but I ignored them as I walked away, adding a slight sway to my hips. There were a few mocking cheers, and I could feel the confused looks from my friends but I simply left.

I,of course, went to the library. In that exact same corner. I sat down, pulling out a random shitty muggle romance novel I'd gotten my hands on, and cozied into my seat completely ignoring my surroundings.

Which is why I was surprised to feel a hand on my shoulder, I of course, assumed it was Regulus and looked up with a smile. Only to make eye contact with a an unfamiliar boy dressed in Slytherin robes, he must haved heard.

"I heard you're a prostitute." He started, and I furrowed my eyebrows, how had it changed from just a whore to a prostitute. I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "Not interested."

"I wasn't asking."

He then took my arm in a vice grip, holding on so hard it would surely bruise. He smacked his lips against mine, and restrained my other arm. I kicked against him, and bit into his lip as hard as I could. He let out a yell of pain, quickly releasing me. I began to scurry away when I felt his hand on me again, I was about to scream when a hand gently wrapped around my waist and pulled me from him.

I turned my head only to see a furius glint in the eyes of none other than Regulus Black. I allowed myself to be pulled into him, averting my gaze from the boy in front of me.

"Ah Reg, its just you. Wanna share her?" The boy asked cluelessly, walking back towards us. Regulus swiftly pointed his wand at him, hand clenched so tightly around the wand he was twitching.

"Get the fuck out of here." The boy didn't waste another moment and took off, his footsteps becoming fainter and fainter until he was gone. Regulus stayed tense, but slackened his grip on me. It was silent for a while, the both of us just standing there, until he buried his nose into my nape.

"I'm so sorry pretty girl," He murmured softly, nuzzling his nose into my skin and giving a small inhale. I shuddered slightly, but leaned back into him. I sighed in contentment, I was still annoyed with him, but it just felt so right in his arms. "Its okay reggy.... I understand you're ashamed of me because of my blood status."

He immediately pulled his head up, and turning me around. His hands immediately came up to my cheeks, making me look right at him. "I could NEVER be ashamed of you, I just... I have something I need to do, and if they were to know I fell for someone who wasn't a pure blood, it'd be over for me." He stroked my face sweetly, smiling slightly.

I gazed at him, before looking to the side for a moment. "What do you mean fell for?" He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"That's what you chose to focus on?" I rolled my eyes playfully, and lightly flicking his chest. Another laugh left him as he held me tighter to him.

"Yes I've fallen in love with you. I've loved you for a long time really, ever since that exam in our second year that you outdid me in almost everything. I was a little annoyed, but impressed me how smart you were, and I just knew I had to learn more about you. So I did, I paid attention to all of your little habits, expressions, favorite places to go, favorites books, everything. I know it may sound creepy but I love-"

I cut him off by laying a gentle kiss to his lips, and pulling away only to press my forehead to his. "I think I love you too Regulus Arcturus Black. Very much." He smiled wide, and held me tighter.

"I'm going to kill that fucker."

"What?"

"The guy who tried to rape you."

Oh. I'd already forgotten. How had I forgotten something so traumatizing? Was it because I was being held? Because he made me feel safe?

"I mean, I'll help hide the body." I said softly looking up to him again. He quickly grinned, laughing again.

"Oh I know you will love."

Yeah idk where I went with that, once again wrote it from my phone because I haven't had access to my laptop. I can write another part, but I'd rather leave this as the end to this one.

#timothee x you #timothee fluff #timothée chalamet #timothee x y/n #timothee chalamet #timothee fanfic #regulus black smut #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black #angst #regulus black fluff #fluff #academic rivals to lovers #academic rivals #fanfiction #fanfic

[morsmordream]

Azkaban sucked. Majorly.

Not that it came as a surprise to Sirius, or any of the other prisoners in the High Security Wing.

But it really, really fucking sucked.

He had been beyond furious at first, at the whole injustice of it all. Sentenced to Azkaban, without a trial, for a crime he didn’t even commit?

Him, the Heir to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black?

The Ministry had an absolute nerve considering it, never mind actually doing it.

Day one, he sobbed and screamed and prayed to the Gods for this to be a cruel joke. How could James be dead, how could Lily be dead? How could he, of all people, be accused of causing their deaths? How could Peter, mousy weak little Peter, have betrayed them and landed him with the blame?

Day two, he dried his red-rimmed eyes and made sure the guards knew exactly what he would do to them if he wasn’t locked in a cell, patrolled by soul-sucking creatures. He was a Black, through and through, even if he had tried to be better than his relatives. His magical core was dark, as were the spells he cast best, and he was eager to do some practice on the Aurors- former colleagues or not.

Day three, he got some company. Cousin Bella, her husband Rodolphus, his brother Rabastan, and little Barty Crouch. Regulus’ best friend, the Head of the DMLE’s very own son, a terrified nineteen year old boy. He didn’t deserve to be here, especially not without a trial. He had only broken the wards around Longbottom Manor for the other three, hadn’t even been told what they were doing.

The days blurred together after that, even as he carved a tally mark into the stone wall for every day that passed.

Azkaban was so much worse if you were lonely, if no one was able to ground you as the Dementors passed. He got over his animosity towards the four around him, forgave and forgot as best as he could.

He started to understand why Barty was Regulus’ best friend. The boy was a genius, unbelievably talented in all sorts of magic and it accompanying theory.

They would sit against the bars dividing their cells together, hunched over copies of the Daily Prophet, morning and evening. Barty was just as big of a gossip as Sirius was himself.

“Merlin above, Barty! You’ll never believe it! Lucius Bloody Malfoy, on the Hogwarts Board of Governors?”

“Unbelievable,” Barty would scoff, “That bastard would grease palms for anything.”

“Alecto Carrow is betrothed to Cassius Travers, apparently. Could have sworn that she was a lesbian.”

“What? I always thought she was shagging her brother? Was Travers not married to Penelope Borgin, anyway?”

“Keep up, Barty, why, her death was announced 17 editions ago!”

“So Carrow and Travers can actually fucking murder his wife, and yet we are in Azkaban?”

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, Sirius saw how badly Barty was being affected by the Dementors. So much worse than the rest of them. He was too young to suffer like this, though just over a year younger than Sirius himself, his mind couldn’t handle the torture.

Some days, Barty was all but catatonic, rocking backwards and forwards against the bars separating their cells. Sirius would sit with him, those days, his back pressed against Barty’s own, trying desperately to keep him warm and grounded.

337 days in to their life sentence in Hell, Sirius had finally had enough.

He had been training his wandless magic as much as he could. Azkaban didn’t have magic-dampening wards on the cells, the Dementors simply drained so much of their magical core that casting was virtually impossible. But Sirius was an Animagus, sleeping as Padfoot, and he wasn’t as drained as the rest.

On that fateful day, day 337, Sirius picked the perfect time. An hour after the morning Dementor patrol, and 45 minutes after the Auror guards had delivered breakfast- according to his Tempus charm. He had been meditating almost constantly for three days, and he was as ready as he ever would be.

He stood, adopting the perfect posture that had been drilled into him since he learned to so much as crawl, and willed the door to his cell to open.

Somehow, it worked.

The four around him were silent, stunned to disbelief. He strolled out of his cell, and, with a flick of his wrist, unlocked their cells too.

Sirius had suffered for the Order, went to Prison as an innocent man without the Order fighting for him. He was done, he had had enough.

He cared about two things, now.

He would keep his godson safe, for James and Lily, and he would make damn sure Barty Crouch Jr lived the rest of his life outside of a cold, dark cell, for the little brother he never got the chance to say goodbye to.

The Ministry would regret the day they threw Sirius in Azkaban, and Albus Dumbledore would not live to rue the day he left him there.

#sirius black #dark sirius black #hp fandom #harry potter drabble #hp drabble #harry potter fandom #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #sirius in azkaban #azkaban #harry potter

[anoblerflower]

nothing just thinking of the parallels between sirius and andromeda running away

The star and the galaxy. Not a star; not a flower born from earth. The star. The galaxy. Two cosmic children with wide saucer eyes set on something different, lighter. The sun chooses them and fate licks her fingers greedily for the blood soon to be spilt. She can almost taste it — sweet dissent of violence.

Sirius’ finger lingers on the family tree briefly, the scorched face of Andromeda. Where her intelligent, soft eyes used to be, her shining brown hair split into pigtails. Somewhere along the way, she grew from a passive girl to a girl who spoke and loved with the freedom of a normal person. Somewhere along the way, she became human.

The fragile red within Sirius burns: anger is their curse to bear. With great power and strength and unbelievable magic comes a price and he is unwilling to hold the name of his family on his shoulders any longer. The point is, his cousin got out. She died with a burst of hot fire here, but she was reborn with wings to fly wherever she wishes, leaving ash and anguish in her wake. When Andromeda was born, the clouds gathered over her pale little face and the moon beamed to illuminate her ancient blue eyes. Snow and skeletal dark branches and ravens in the night — a night like no other. And so a galaxy she became. The golden child of the Black family, whose sisters loved her dearly, whose mother hoped to sell off in marriage for the highest price, for her looks were the fairest of her three daughters, whose father engaged with in political talk, but punished just as severely for her lack of coldness.

As Narcissa once put it, Andy was born with a bleeding heart she never quite learned how to stitch up, and so it still bleeds. Sirius wishes he had someone to award him all these accolades, to crown in sacrifice and inspiration. Truth is, he doesn’t deserve it. He’s an asshole at school, he’s mean, he’s unapologetically beautiful and he’s angry.

All he’ll leave behind is Regulus, his brother. Sirius squeezes his eyes shut in the dark. He forgets that he’s also selfish. Clenching his fists resolutely, he thinks of the sun and how it will feel on his bare back. He thinks of James fucking Potter.

if you want to read more of my silly little oneshot:

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #wolfstar #black family #sirius and regulus #james potter

[kaaaaaaarf]

oh my god thank you. moonwater is so unbelievably cursed !!!

It's so cursed. Like, I'm not here to yuck anyone's yum....but to me, personally, it's cursed af.

Like, in no world do I see Regulus and Remus getting along— even as friends. I had this same conversation with someone this week on Discord, where we discussed that even as friends they wouldn't work. I wont name names to protect the innocent, but they pointed out that R & R would probably have been told by their friends "Oh, you guys are similar, you'll get along so well!!!" and then they meet and fucking hate each other. They are grumpy and distant and wet in opposite ways.

Also, unless we're talking about an AU, I can't imagine Remus liking Regulus purely based on the fact that he is Sirius' brother and while Sirius may have forgiven him for some of the shit that went down, Remus certainly would not. He would hug that grudge forever.

#sometimes I have opinions #please don't come at me i still have my big stick #i'll poke you #marauders #pretty moonwater hate machine blog

[edneyy]

honestly i have so many headcannons that i will defend and stand by until death, so here are a few:

1. james doesn’t get hungover. EVER. they could get pissed off his head and puke his guts out, and then wake up at 6am the same morning and go for a run. >> regulus on the other hand, is not a morning person at all. ESPECIALLY when hungover. regulus will not move from their bed until around 3pm and that’s only if they need to pee.

2. remus and marlene came out to eachother. i fully believe they were each others beards for a full year whilst they were both figuring everything out. they were also the first person either of them told about their sexuality.

3. marlene, james and peter were childhood friends and grew up together.

4. following on from the previous point > this is why peter figured out james had a thing for regulus like 10 minutes after james did.

5. obviously the first kiss: remus was james’ first kiss. james was peters. mary was sirius’. lily was mary’s. pandora was dorcas’. remus was marlene’s. marlene was remus’. barty was regulus’. regulus was pandoras. evan was barty’s. barty was evan’s. >> i am including pecks in this btw. majority of these are pecks.

6. the slytherin gang. that’s it. it happened.

7. marlene and dorcas hated eachother. pure enemies to lovers angst.

8. lily and james did like eachother but they didn’t ‘date’. they went out on one date to see how they both felt, it went fine but they both realised that they wanted to be friends.

9. james did not constantly ask lily out. i hate this headcannon so much i can’t.

10. lily was not a bitch who hated the marauders, they were really good friends with all of them from first year which is why snape hated them and attacked them in corridors and stuff.

11. the marauders pulled pranks on everyone, but for the first few years did focus majority on slytherins before they grew the fuck up and realised why that’s shitty of them.

12. james and marlene were co captains for the quidditch team. fight me.

13. james started liking regulus after watching them play quidditch and absolutely destroy the opposing team. (sirius dragged james to watch the game in secret cause they wanted to watch his brother).

14. pandora was regulus’ version of james for sirius. they were so unbelievably close that regulus became luna’s godparent.

15. sirius and remus had the big fight love confession moment. no doubt.

i’ve honestly got loads more and this was fun so gonna make another one :))

#harry potter #james peter remus sirius #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #sirius orion black #remus lupin #wolfstar #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller #pandora #peter pettigrew #headcanon #marauders #harry potter headcanon

[sixlane]

Sunday snippy

thank you @ecstarry @notmalchai @veryinnovative @bellaxisworld for the tags they motivated me to actually sit and write something. Here's a bit of the beginning of get him back ch. 3

“Is blondie gonna be pissed about these?” Regulus asks, reaching out to run his fingers over the bruises.  “God, I fucking hope so,” Barty says on his exhale. “He’s so dead in the eyes Reg, it's unbelievably hot.” Regulus laughs, sitting up on his elbows to look at the man next to him. His friend, his lover, the only person who has seen into his soul and kissed him in spite of it, because of it. “Scale of one to ten how fast would you come if I played dead next time we fuck?” “Is one really slow or really fast?” Barty asks. “Uh, slow. Ten is like you haven’t even touched me yet.” Barty thinks for a second. “Ten yeah ten for sure.”

np tags: @drowninginthoughts27 @theapocryphaofantares (this is a ploy to get bartylily crumbs i'm not even kidding) @sugarsnappeases @orbitfalls

#fic: get him back #lane writes

[emsuemsu]

@hprecfest day 6: an unreliable narrator

Now I might be a bit simple at times but I don't know what the hell is an unreliable narrator. Yes, I googled it, I fucking re-read Lolita in preparation for this prompt because google said it was the best example of an unreliable narrator blah blah blah and I still don't get it. One answer that google also gave me was "an unreliable narrator can be defined as any narrator who misleads readers, either deliberately or unwittingly." ??? Listen bestie, I am constantly mislead and bamboozled by everything I ever read?? Anyways, that was my rant, went through my little ficcy-fic list and these were tagged as "unreliable narrator" and I enjoyed them oh so much:

Misery Loves Company by Snowy1138 🩵 22,886 words, draco/harry

Stuck in his own head, misunderstood and lonely, Harry would love nothing more than to stay hidden in Grimmauld Place until the end of time. Malfoy won’t let him, and that's just what Harry needs.

Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I'm sobbing. I love certified sad boy fics, and this is such a captivating story. I feel that this fic deals with mental health issues and ptsd in a very realistic way at least to me, hits pretty close to home. One comment said "It's good to realize that a person can make you better, but cannot heal you." and this is so fucking true.

Reverse Reboot Reunion by @sofyachy 🩵 13,232 words, draco/harry

Draco is haunted by the ghost of Crabbe, who has gotten bored with the afterlife and wants Draco to do something about it. If that weren’t bad enough, he’s also confronted with reminders to attend his 24-Year Hogwarts Reunion and a prophecy regarding his love life. On a completely unrelated note, he really needs to stop banging his head on things.

For the love of all good, if there is one fic you read this week, this month, this year, make sure it's this one. This is undoubtedly the funniest thing I've read in a while, it's so so so good. The world building is subtle but rich, the characterization is unbelievable, I love the unhinged ghosts of the story. Again, run, don't walk. I love this.

With A Whiskey Chaser by @vdoshu 🩵 3,576 words, regulus/sirius

They say that a person’s Animagus form can impart behaviours. Impulses. Maybe that’s why Sirius has always chased. He’d chased after Peter. He’s chasing the bottom of the bottle. And soon, he’ll chase the ghost of his brother’s memory.

I can taste the pain from this lovely fic. It's serving heartbreak packed in 3k, every word like a new knife blunged into my chest. Absolutely gorgeous and that ending 🤌 emotional damage

#hprecfest2023 #harry potter fic recs #drarry #blackcest #my rec