#and I need to then be inside regulus' brain

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Post for Reggie's birthday

CW: Mentions of depressive thoughts and self harm

Muggle AU

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Regulus felt like shit even before he opened his eyes. The sense of nausea and the strong headache hit him like a lightning strike. All he wanted was to stay in bed and buried his existance inside the blankets.

But maybe Regulus had to force himself to class. No, it was the weekend he was sure. Sunday, yes. That was good. He had an excuse not to do anything.

People shouldn't drink. Alcohol was dreaful. That was why Regulus prefered weed. He had drunk at parties but never to the point of having a hangover like this. It had all had been because Sirius had insisted...

Shit, the flashes of last night memories came back to Regulus. Drinking with Sirius at his hiding spot by the lake, walking through corridors he didn't even know that existed in the castle, getting really pissed, being dragged by Sirius into the Gryffindor Common Room, commenting how awful the decoration was and being silenced by his brother. Giggles, laughter, more giggles and laughter.

And of course, ending the night insulting James Potter, vomiting on the carpet inside his brother's dorm, and hugging Sirius begging for forgiveness.

Regulus sat up in bed, realizing this was not his. Red covers. Red walls, forgein posters around it, The Marauders read in a sign stuck to the door.

Regulus had slept inside a Gryffindor Dorm, specifically his brother's.

Then the pain in his head got stronger and he got dizzy. Regulus wished he was one of those people who forgot everything they did while drunk, because he was regretting every single decision that was detailed in his brain but it was as if someone else had done them.

Regulus was on Sirius's bed he assumed. He had his weird drawing stuck on the wall and it was the nearest the window. Sirius loved windows.

The other beds were empty (thank god) except for the one right in front with two boys cuddled very close to each other. Lupin and Reg's own brother. Sirius had left him his so he could sleep with Lupin.

Yes, he knew they were together despite the fact they tried to hide it for the rest of the world. But still Regulus didn't know what to feel about it. Not because Lupin was a boy, but because Lupin was one of the causes of all of their problems.

Regulus decided he needed to run. Better pretend last night never happened.

The Slytherin boy tried to be careful not to make any noise. He got out of bed and realized he was wearing Sirius's clothes. He shook away the brief and nice sensation of feeling protected. That was dangerous.

Regulus put some shoes on, at least he hoped they were his shoes, and tiptoed to the door. He cursed under his breath when the wooden floor creaked and Sirius woke up. He had always been a lightsleeper.

"Morning Reggie" he whispered.

Shit, Regulus was so close to the door. He faced defeat as Sirius yawned and stretched.

"I'm leaving"

Sirius silenced him with his finger and pointed at the sleeping boy next to him.

It was true that when Sirius got out of bed, Regulus was panicking. He had wanted to avoid comfrontation from his brother.

"How are you feeling?" Sirius whispered as he walked to him, cheeky smile on his face.

"Never drinking again" Reg whispered back.

Sirius shrugged still smiling "We all say that. We still continue drinking"

Though Regulus founded pointless. It just caused damage.

"The others?"

"James is probably in his morning excersice" Wanker "Peter might've gone for breakfast with the girls"

Regulus remembered the four of them had tried to get him to bed and babysit him like a freaking child who didn't want to sleep. How embarrassing.

"I should probably go" Regulus said awkwardly "I shouldn't be here"

Not exactly for the school rules. He stopped caring about them long time ago. It was something else.

"I had good time last night" Sirius's eyes were literally glowing. Reg was understanding why he ressembled a dog.

The truth was that Regulus had an excellent night. It had been years since the two brothers had spent time together. Not without fighting or yelling at each other. Regulus had let himself be dragged outside the castle, into the forest. Sirius showed him a secret place that looked to be taken out of a fairytale. Then Sirius had taken a bottle from under his shirt.

Regulus started drinking because Sirius had dared him. But as alcohol loosened them they had talked, and joked, and laughed and maybe confessed things. It had been fun.

Regulus had missed his brother so much. He had missed this. Actually he wasn't sure he had had it in the first place. That was why these moments were golden for Reg. Even if maybe Sirius was bored and lonely and he just needed company.

But Regulus couldn't admit it. If he did now, everything would crumble. And he might never see Sirius again. Or Sirius might hate him forever. Regulus's plan had to work.

"Me too" he confessed, but then he quickly added "It was irresponsible, though. It shouldn't have happened"

"Why?" Sirius asked "Doubt you care about teachers since you've been skipping classes and avoiding homework"

What Regulus hated the most about Lupin being his tutor was that he told his boyfriend everything.

"Who is the one talking? Heard you did the same"

Sirius shook his head.

"You can waste time and get drunk with Mulciber and the others but not your older brother?" Sirius crossed his arms.

"They are my friends"

They weren't. He was just pretending.

"Since when do you like those people? I mean Snivellus hangs with them"

"I don't say anything about your friends, Sirius!" Reg snapped.

"Yet you insulted each one of them last night" Sirius grinned "Especially James. You wanted to punch him"

Regulus really despised that twat. But he still was embarrassed.

"Gotta go" He walked to the door and opened it.

Sirius closed it before he could leave.

"I just want to understand something, Reg"

Regulus wanted to escape. He was vulnerable and hangover. Sirius was too intelligent to notice his brother was lying.

"You've changed" Sirius added "You don't hang out with Crouch anymore, but the most disgusting crowd in Slytherin"

Barty understood it was all part of his plan.

"You're a heartbreaker now" Sirius continued enlisting "You date two girls at the same time when before you haven't even been interested in them"

He wasn't interested. It all had been a confusion. He didn't know how to get rid of Alice. And despite what other people say, Pandora was just his friend. Well, kind of.

"You speak like a total twat now, like a spolied rich boy" Sirius tutted "You know who you are ressembling more and more? Father"

That was the plan. Orion needed to like Regulus better. He needed to accept his son as the new heir. And leave Sirius alone. Otherwise he was going to make his life miserable.

Regulus was trying hard not to cry like the whinny little boy he used to be. Like the depressed arsehole he was.

Sirius needed to believe it in order to work.

"This is not you, Reg"

"Maybe it is" Regulus snapped with arms crossed "What if this is me?"

Regulus sensed Lupin was moving in his sleep and if he woke up, Sirius would stop caring about his brother. Potter was first. Lupin was first. Sirius just felt guilty for what had happened and how he left.

If Sirius didn't care then why was Regulus doing all of this? It was his depressive side talking that wasn't able to shut up.

Regulus reached for the door again. Sirius stopped him.

"Are mother and father forcing you to do this?" Sirius asked with concern "Is mother?"

It ached the way Walburga was drowning herself and Regulus couldn't do anything about it. Sirius just hated her. Regulus wished he could hate her that easily. But he loved her so much it hurt, because she was awful. She was not easy to love.

"Leave mother out of this"

"She can be very manipulative, especially with you"

Regulus hated those kind of comments. Those made Regulus feel weak and hate himself more than he already did.

"Just let me go, Sirius"

But Sirius was on the door, practically blocking Regulus's exit, escape route.

"You don't have to turn you into the heir they want. Just like they tried to do with me"

"Someone has to take your place"

"It doesn't have to be you"

Regulus's heart was beating fast. He needed to get out. He needed air.

"Sirius, please just let me go"

"So what? You can let them turn you into something you're not?" Sirius was raising his voice. Regulus's eyes flickered to the bult on Lupin's bed.

"They. are. not. doing. that"

It was really difficult to breathe.

"So that you can be the heir and miserable for the rest of your life?" Sirius carried on "So you can be just like father and mother. Full of pretending appeareances and smiles. Both still married but hating each other. And craving more money like a drug even if they already have enough... Manipulating people's lives even their own kids's"

"Sirius, move!"

And Regulus was speaking loudly because he was panicking. He felt like he was dying. On the burst of a panic attack.

"I'm not letting you go so you can be miserable and depressive because of them!" Sirius yelled back "So you would do this again"

Sirius grabbed Regulus's arm and the boy understood.

He still had some scars from the incident back in summer. He took pills that numbed him so he hadn't done it again. Although Regulus had wanted to. He had needed it many times.

Regulus knew he had scarred Sirius with his doing. He was crying now, shaking with fear. That was it.

Sirius was worried Regulus would hurt himself again. It was guilt and worry. Not love. Not like the one he felt for his precious Marauders.

"What's going on?"

Lupin was already awake, looking between the two brothers with concern. Regulus didn't know if Sirius had told him about summer, but he suspected Lupin had been awake a long time ago and he probably had overheard them.

If not, Sirius's tears would probably give it away.

"Moony..." he mumbled under his breath.

Regulus was already furious. He ripped his arm away.

"Very mature, Sirius"

He pushed his brother away from the door saying "Let me go" and opened it.

Sirius didn't stop him this time. He was crying.

"And don't worry" Reg added before leaving "I'm not going to kill myself"

Regulus said it because he knew it would hurt his brother the most. Then he slammed the door closed behind him. Lupin would figure it out anyway.

Regulus heard perfectly the way his brother yelled, cursed and banged the door from the other side. That was Sirius, pure fury.

This was better. If Regulus became the heir, Sirius could have the happy life he wanted. Live with his new family, date his boyfriend and do whatever he liked.

Regulus could take the burden. He was dead anyway.

[goneinsecondsxo]

look I love writing james' pov...he's my guy he really is...but I miss writing regulus' pov SO much lately I wanna be in that little freaks brain

[my-castles-crumbling]

camp - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 708

It took Regulus about ten minutes to calm down after he stalked away from James, fuming and mumbling furiously under his breath.

It had been a stupid argument. Something about Regulus being safe, not taking unnecessary risks by going home. Obviously, Regulus had a right to choose what he did, but he’d gotten mad at James for being so worried. He’d taken it as James trying to control him, when he knew in reality the other boy was just concerned. In the moment, though, his feelings had just been so overpowering.

But after ten minutes, reality had hit, and he realized James was quite right to be worried. The Gryffindor hadn’t even been rude at all about it…at least until Regulus had lost his temper.

Unfortunately, Regulus was also stubborn, and he wasn’t about to apologize.

So instead, he went through the rest of the afternoon with his head held high and his gaze averted from any and all Gryffindors. He was not going to give James the satisfaction of an ‘I’m sorry.’

At least…at first.

As the afternoon turned into evening, he started feeling strange. A heaviness set over him, and embarrassingly, he yearned for James in a way he never had before. Not in a sexual way, he just wanted to be near him.

He almost gave in at dinner. He caught the telltale flickering of light bouncing off silver-rimmed glasses, and he was tempted to run up to the Gryffindor and pull him close.

But how mortifying was that? Surely he didn’t need anyone that badly? So instead he focused on putting on his surliest expression and snapping at his friends for the entire meal, all the while feeling James’s gaze on him, emptiness growing in his chest.

That night, he distracted himself by doing homework. He finished all of his essays, read ahead for Potions, even helped Evan with his Transfiguration. He tried to forget about the gnawing feeling in his chest. But it just got worse, like a hole in the sand, slowly but surely caving in more and more.

By the time he went to bed, he felt like he was going to cry. Pinpricks behind his eyes made him scrunch up his nose and even wrenching his curtains back with such force that he tore them a bit didn’t make him feel better.

So then he got mad. Why did Potter have such a power over him? He didn’t have the right! Surely Regulus was far too independent for this!

He decided to yell at him. To give him a piece of his mind. To remind him that he certainly didn’t have a right to take up so much space in Regulus’s brain and chest and heart.

So, fury again pumping through his blood, he stood, striding quickly through the common room and out to the corridor.

Only, as soon as he got outside, he tripped on something that felt like a body.

“Wh-?”

“Ah!”

“Potter?”

“Reg!”

There, camping right outside of the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room, was James Potter, in all of his irritating glory.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus demanded, shocked.

Sitting up in his sleeping bag, James rubbed sleepily at his eyes and put on his glasses. “I…I came to apologize. You’re right, it’s none of my-”

But as soon as Regulus heard the start of the apology, all of his anger dissipated. 

“I want to come home with you for the holidays,” He interrupted, standing stiffly. 

“You…what?” James asked, sounding like he was wondering if he was dreaming.

“I…I thought about it. It seems beneficial, now that you mentioned it,” Regulus mumbled, biting at his lip, avoiding the words ‘you were right.’

A grin spread over the Gryffindor’s face. “Yeah?”

“I suppose,” Regulus nodded, trying not to smile back.

“That’s brilliant!” James exclaimed, standing and pulling Regulus into a hug. “I’m thrilled, Reg, you won’t regret it, I-”

But he cut himself off, frowning at a sudden thought. 

“Wait. Why were you out here at this hour?” he asked, tilting his head.

Regulus’s heart raced and he looked down, holding back a grimace. “Erm…no matter. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

And he ran back inside the common room before James could say any more.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 5th — more — 1108words — cw: reg has some pretty explicit dirty fantasies for a moment or two for @honeybcj and all the other james dad bod enjoyers out there<3

Regulus is sitting in his lifeguard chair, eyes trained on the long pool where people are swimming their laps. Nevermind he isn’t even on shift. Over the last few weeks Regulus has signed himself up for more shifts than ever, much to the surprise of their staff manager. Pandora too. They’ve stocked up on sunscreen and went shopping for new cute swimwear and then devoted their last college summer to spending every minute in the presence of piss covered ground, soggy fries and chlorine smelling air.

All for the sole purpose of making eyes at a beautiful couple and their toddler half the day. Or, not-couple, as Pandora has found out in passing, much to both their delight. The parents of little Harry are divorced, or not together anymore, but they still seem to get along well enough, regularly meeting up to come here and spend their days in the water. Lily, a gorgeous redhead with bright eyes and a sweet smile that occasionally makes Pandora squirm in her place and redden in the cheeks more fiercely than any sunburn. 

And then there’s James. Tall, dark haired, in his mid to end twenties, always grinning, tanned, insanely sexy and funny James. 

The sun is already low now and Lily and Harry have already gone home. On the days James doesn’t take the toddler home with him, he often stays a little longer to get some swimming in. Or just to take a nap on one of the chairs, molten popsicle dripping down and into the hairs on his stomach. His belly rising and falling in regular intervals, full lips parted, dark mob of hair a downright mess and the legs of his bathing shorts hiked so far up it should be forbidden.

The white fabric of it is drenched when James heaves himself out of the pool and shakes out his sopping hair.

Regulus’ eyes follow greedily as the older man picks up his towel and dries himself off. James rummages for his water bottle and then tips his head back and gulps. His throat is bobbing and he’s so overly enthusiastic with it that something dribbles out at the sides and along his neck. Regulus feels himself stir in his own swim shorts and he absently gnaws on his lower lip.

He has already perfectly well resigned himself to the fact that he will be an admirer from afar because how do you even walk up to a young dad and tell him you’d very much like to find out just how much of a daddy he is without overstepping multiple boundaries.

That is before Regulus gets pulled from his perverse thoughts of getting fucked deep into the mattress and stubble burn on his jaw and licking over a nipple circled by chest hair when suddenly said object of his fantasies is walking up to him, eyes squinting against the sun.

He comes to a stop in front of Regulus’ high stool and wraps his hand around the ladder railing next to Regulus’ leg, his shoulder muscle bunching deliciously. 

Regulus’ brain is currently projecting an Error404.

“Hi, sorry for disturbing you,” James says with a warm smile. To Regulus. The hot dad is talking to Regulus. “You can totally say No I was just thinking I should reapply,” he waves the bottle of sunscreen in his big hand, “and I need someone to get my back.”

Regulus just gawks, unable to form a coherent thought. There’s a dark mole right over James’ thick left eyebrow and Regulus wants to kiss it. His nose is a little crooked and his stubble looks so obscene from up close Regulus can’t help but imagine what it would feel like against the inside of his thigh, the crease of his ass.

James’ eyebrows raise and he frowns mildly, “You don’t have to, of course. I can ask someone else, it’s no iss—”

“No,” Regulus blurts, probably too quickly. He licks his lips. “I’ll do it,” he offers, his voice cracking embarrassingly, before clambering down his chair. Heat crawls up into Regulus’ cheeks and down his collarbones and he clears his throat.

A gust of realization flits over James’ face and then he grins, shamelessly. Regulus swallows. “Oh, so you’re the cute College kid Lily told me was ogling me.”

Regulus makes a panicked noise in the back of his throat, sputtering slightly.

“You really are pretty,” James murmurs, ducking closer. “I wear glasses usually, ’m sorta blind without them, really. It’s lovely getting to see you up close finally.”

“Oh,” Regulus nods, dumbly.

“What’s your name, love?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, repeating his name, slowly letting it roll over his tongue and Regulus shivers.

“I’m James by the way.”

Regulus nods again but he knew that already.

“So,” James cocks his head, “I was promised a slathering of sunscreen?”

And Regulus does just that. He lets James squirt the cool, milky white fluid on his hands and then begins rubbing it into tan skin. James is warm and sturdy under his fingers and when Regulus gets to his neck, adorned by a thin, golden chain, James lets his head loll to the side with a groan. Regulus has to work hard not to let his cock react to it.

When James turns around he has his lower lip trapped between his teeth and is watching Regulus with lidded eyes. There’s still some residue on Regulus’ palms and when James sees that, he takes his wrists slowly and brings his hands down over his bicep as well. 

Regulus is pretty sure he just sighed a little too loudly but he’s too transfixed to care. 

James hums once Regulus is done. “Thank you,” he says, tucking one of Regulus’ curls back. “I’ll let you get back to your shift then,” James mumbles, voice low and playful, “Wouldn’t want to distract you from saving lifes.”

“I’m not on shift,” Regulus replies, stupidly, basically exposing himself. He needs to get a grip.

A happy smile spreads over James’ face, “Well, then why don’t you come join me so I can keep looking at you without my glasses from up close?”

Regulus hesitates for a moment, dumbfounded by the amount of active flirting and compliments.

“I’ll share my fruit and you can tell me all about your courses and that blonde friend of yours that seems to have a thing for Harry’s mum,” James winks.

A small laugh tumbles out of Regulus, “Yeah, she’s ridiculously down bad for Lily.” 

“Oh, people who live in glass houses, love…” James smirks, starting for his spot next to the pool.

Regulus blushes a deep pink as he follows behind him.

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Hey Carina congratulations on 2k!! Such a wonderful milestone for a even more wonderful writer I'm happy for you it's more than well deserved

Perhaps I can ask for an Argue? I thought of the prompt 6 from List B the Bookshop AU with Regulus and muggle reader just for the twist inside Reggie's brain baby definetly doesn't know how to act around muggles but is smitten by reader at first sight

thank you so so much my love<33 you're an angel

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i will ARGUE for prompt 6 "bookshop au" with regulus black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, muggle!reader, references to walburga and orion's great parenting (abuse + discrimination), shy!regulus, implied overstimulation, exposure therapy

wc: 1.3k

Sirius insisted that part of deconstructing everything they had been taught growing up was emerging yourself in the muggle world.

While Regulus thought that logic was sound when they were sitting in his living room, talking everything through over a glass of wine, he most decidedly did not think so anymore. He was taking his first stroll down a strictly muggle street in Central London and though he would not admit it, he was beyond stressed and overwhelmed. 

He kept overthinking, second-guessing everything he did and whether it would give him away too much, hand constantly itching for his wand. Regulus felt naked, exposed, and was two seconds away from tucking tail and running back home to Sirius to promptly tell him exactly what he thought of this plan.

It was something he had never thought much of before as he would always just spell away any annoying sounds, but the noise level around him was deafening to the point where it genuinely hurt. Becoming increasingly desperate to get away from the sound and hide in a corner where he could apparate without being seen, Regulus began scouting for a place to hide. An alleyway, a quiet shop – anything.

When a wooden sign stood out to him in the sea of neon lights, with something scribbled about books, he knew he had found the spot. 

Sidestepping the many strangers in his path, Regulus reached for the narrow door and pushed it open, all but clambering into the space.

The bookshop was a stark contrast to the outside world, to his relief seeming more like something he might find in Diagon Alley than Oxford Street. There were small glowing orbs on grey wire strung up around the ceiling to soften the light, all the furniture was wooden and dark, and several plants decorated the space to liven it up.

At the very back, past all the beautifully decorated shelves, was a desk that he currently saw only a tuft of hair poking up from behind. On instinct, Regulus took a step closer to see what it was when the person rose back up to their full height, holding at least five books in their arms.

“Oh!” you exclaimed as you saw him, nearly losing all the books you were holding. He jumped too, clearly not having expected to see someone, despite being the one fleeing into your shop. “So sorry, darling, I didn’t hear you come in.”

Regulus tried to get his vocal chords working again. “That’s quite alright, my apologies.”

You waved him off with one hand as you rounded your little till to walk up to a semi-full shelf and begin putting the books into it. “No apologies needed around here. What can I do for you, love?”

Your voice was so melodic, almost lilting through your sentence as if you and Regulus were old friends, as if you knew him. He wondered how that was even possible, if you could be a witch in disguise using legilimency on him.

When you turned your head to look at his awestruck expression with an entertained smile, he realised that was certainly not the case — and that he had yet to answer your question.

“Sorry, no, I, uh–” Regulus had to stop himself to gather his thoughts, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose a bit abashedly. “No, sorry, it’s just my first time in this… neighbourhood and I got a bit overwhelmed by all the noise.” He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder to the treacherous, big and confusing world outside.

You pressed your lips together as you smiled, almost as if you were holding back an even bigger one. You nodded in complete understanding. “It’s rowdy at this time of day, even for us seasoned veterans.” You kept talking as you walked around your shop, fetching a ladder to fix something at the top of the shelf he stood by. “You are more than welcome to hide away in here with me, no pressure.”

Part of Regulus was terrified at the thought of being alone in a room with a muggle that he had to keep this huge secret from – it was different than with Ted, because at least he knew about magic by the time Regulus met him. You had no idea and the thought really messed with his head. More importantly though, part of Regulus was terrified at your offer because you were painfully pretty and he was too much of a stumbling mess to be trusted around you right now.

Yet a simple glance over his shoulder told him that there was no way he was heading back out there right away. 

With a sigh and his slumping shoulders, he resigned himself to his fate. He closed his eyes in defeat for a few second before turning them back on you, accompanied by a small and probably shy smile. “I would really like that, thank you…”

“Y/N,” you supplied at his pause. “And it’s no problem, it’s usually during rush hours that I have the most time to kill anyway. Those who head out for books are usually the ones wishing to avoid that chaos.” You gave him a knowing wink as you climbed back down the ladder and stowed it away in favour of bringing out a paper box filled with more books.

“You… this is what you do?” Regulus asked as he took in the place, almost in awe. “You get to just spend every day surrounded by books?”

You looked at him with a curious smile, almost as if he asked a very obvious question. “Yes, it’s quite neat, isn’t it? I organise the shelves and various seasonal collections, I dust and keep everything clean and I sell books to passerbys. There’s much worse gigs to land.”

“Sounds like kind of a dream, actually.” He had never seen a bookshop that wasn’t kept running mostly by magic. Watching you unload the books yourself and organise them, floating around the small shop with an inherent elegance was magical in itself. “I assume you’re a reader, then?”

Finally a topic he might be a bit more steady on. Until this, his only interactions with the muggle world had been through its literature. As he scanned the shelves while you worked around him, he saw various titles and names he recognised. He basked in the atmosphere of them, in how this was going quite well despite his previous shaking fear. 

You laughed heartily. “Of course, I think that has to be part of the application you send in. I trust you’re the same?”

You gestured vaguely to Regulus, presumably making some comment on how he was dressed. He didn’t quite have the muggle social cues to decipher it, so he just smiled nervously and nodded. “Yes, though I have mostly only read classics. You know, old philosophers and the like. I would like to expand my taste.”

Upon that comment, you stopped in your work to lean against a bookshelf and study him. A small smile was sneaking around your lips. “I never did ask you your name.”

“It’s Regulus. Regulus Black.”

Any hope that you might have been a witch disappeared when the name invoked no response in your face. Yet, Regulus was finding that so far, it really was no huge problem that you were a muggle. There was still some connection to be found, and you most certainly were not any of the words leftover from Walburga rattling in his brain.

“Well, then, Regulus,” you drawled with your gaze happily trained on him. “Care to have your taste expanded today?”

There was no hesitation in his smile. “I would love to.”

You had no idea to what degree that sentiment rang true for him.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Shatter

@rosekillermicrofic April 27, word count 533

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Yeah, okay,” Barty gasped, his brain turned to mush after the kisses Evan had just given him. They were going on a date. A real date. He felt terrible that Evan would have to pay even though Barty had been the one to ask, but hopefully, if everything went to plan, he’d soon have a job and be able to treat Evan. Remus’s old job was vacant. How hard could it be to load a few loads of washing?

He looked down, and Evan was running his fingers over the face of his mum's watch. He could cry over how ridiculously sweet that gift had been. He hadn’t even thought about a jeweller. Believing that his mum's watch was ruined forever. He could still hear the sound of the glass as his fall caused it to shatter. He’d be more careful the next time he and Sirius tussled. 

“Barty?” Evan broke the silence. 

“Yeah?” 

“I need to go. Sorry. I have to go do an inspection of a property for a client,” Evan apologised. 

“Oh,” Barty felt crushed. He hadn’t expected Evan to need to leave so soon.

“You can come if you like,” Evan offered. “As long as you don’t touch anything,” he warned.

“Me, touch anything? Perish the thought,” Barty gave him a wicked grin. 

“I already regret my offer,” Evan groaned, but helped Barty off the bed nevertheless.

“No take backs,” Barty singsonged, pulling Evan towards the door. 

“Please, Barty, I’m begging you, don’t break anything in there. My client will kill me,” Evan begged. 

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” Barty answered, using his finger to trace a cross across his t-shirt. Evan groaned again, but didn’t say anything else. 

“We’re going out!” Barty shouted into the living room as he stuffed his feet into his boots, leaving the laces. He still hurt and couldn’t bend that far. 

“Wait!” Sirius cried, jumping up from the sofa where he’d been nestled against Remus’s chest. “You need a key,” he brushed past Barty and opened a drawer in the console table by the door and handed him a key with a little green snake on the keyring. Barty’s breath stuttered. Regulus’s keyring. That was Regulus’s keyring! 

“H-how, how did you get this?” He stuttered out as he stared in disbelief. Sirius shrugged. 

“I found Reggie's keys in my father's desk drawer and took them. I thought you’d like to have it,” Sirius smiled at him knowingly, his eyes full of kindness, but tinged with sorrow. Barty flung his arms around him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into Sirius’s ear. 

They let each other go, and Sirius opened the front door for them. 

“Don’t have him out too late,” Sirius snickered as they passed him. 

“Yes, Mr Barty’s Dad,” Evan saluted lazily as he took Barty’s hand and led him to his car. 

“Bye, Son!” Sirius yelled after him, waving like a loon, fully invested the second Evan had finished speaking. Barty groaned. Sirius was going to be insufferable, and he bet he brought Remus into it as well. 

He was glad when Evan pulled away from the kerb and sped away, but secretly, he was grinning just like Sirius on the inside. 

Next part

[veritas-scribblings]

attraction - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1,067

In October, James Potter starts popping up everywhere. The library. The great hall. The quad, when Regulus is just trying to sit and read. The potions classroom, where James apparently left a textbook he needed. The greenhouses, where Regulus is trying to complete some homework. The quidditch pitch, because James is apparently spying for his house.

It’s like one minute, James predominantly exists in the periphery of Regulus's life as the boy his brother is attached-at-the-hip to (and the boy who makes Regulus feel a little bit funny inside), and then suddenly James is absolutely everywhere Regulus looks.

And it’s driving Regulus insane.

He says this to Barty, who offers to slip James something that will keep him out of Regulus’s hair. Regulus is almost tempted to take Barty up on his offer, and he would, but he can never quite know if Barty’s idea of the ‘something’ he’d slip James is innocuous (in the sense that maybe James will live on the toilet for a few days) or if it’s something…less innocuous (like James will need medical intervention to repair his spleen). 

The trouble is, every time James Potter shows up, Regulus makes an utter fool of himself. Like James has a force field of ‘stupid’ around him that draws Regulus in, scrambles his brain and lowers his general intelligence and co-ordination a few pegs.

Last time, when James turned up in the potions lab looking for his stray charms book, Regulus dropped his ink well and ended up coated in black in ink. And then James had laughed at him, because James is an absolute bastard, and Regulus had wanted to die a quick and sudden death.

Unfortunately, no Regulus’s had been harmed in the course of that incident (except perhaps for Regulus’s pride), and this is why Regulus is now standing in the back of the library staring James down. And James has a book in his hands that Regulus needs, and there is no way that he will be leaving without that book.

Even if it includes removing James’s lovely hands from the rest of his lovely person. 

‘That’s mine,’ Regulus says flatly. He reaches out to grab the book from James’s hands, forgetting the books he already has tucked under his arms. They fall to the floor in a series of thuds, landing on Regulus’s foot, causing him to curse angrily. 

‘Shit! Fuck!’

‘Language, Regulus,’ James laughs. ‘And it’s not. Your book. It’s the library’s book.’

‘It’s mine. I came here to borrow it, and what do you even need it for? Why are you here?’

‘I came looking for you,’ James says quickly, smiling in that way that he always does, the way that leaves Regulus feeling slightly weak inside. ‘I…just…go out with me?’

Regulus, who had been picking up the books he'd dropped, falters and frowns, uncertain that he’s heard James right. The cocky grin James had been wearing a moment ago has disappeared and he looks almost awkward in his own body. Which is unusual for James, who typically has that characteristic Gryffindor Quidditch Player arrogance about him. 

‘Go out with me,’ James says, more earnestly this time.

‘What? …why?’

‘Why?’ James repeats, surprised. He thinks for a moment and then, as though he’s giving a speech or a presentation, he says, ‘Well, I’m good at quidditch. Captain of the team! And I’m funny…I think. I think I have a good sense of humour. And I’m a nice guy! Mostly. Yeah, in general. Oh, and I’m a good student. I get good grades. Always turn in my assignments on time. Professors love me. And I’m a good friend. Sirius can vouch for me!’ 

James is shifting on the spot, scratching the back of his neck, watching Regulus like Regulus has him under a guillotine and all Regulus needs to do is pull that rope. ‘So…?’ he says. ‘Will you?’ 

Regulus grabs the book from James’s hands and slips it into the pile he has tucked back under his arm.

‘Why?’ Regulus hisses. ‘Is this a joke? One of your pranks? Is my brother going to leap out from somewhere?’ 

James genuinely looks aghast at this idea. ‘What? No! I—’ He pauses, mouthing oh like he’s had some sort of realisation. Reaches out to take Regulus’s arm, which Regulus yanks back, furiously. ‘No, I want you to go out with me because I like you. I like you. A lot.’ 

James’s smile is genuine. Earnest. Most things about James are genuine and earnest. And, Regulus thinks, maybe this is why James does funny things to Regulus’s insides. Things that make Regulus feel slightly dizzy and jittery, that make Regulus feel just a bit stupider, that make Regulus feel warm inside. 

‘I’ve been,’ James starts somewhat sheepishly. ‘I’ve been…following you around, maybe. Trying to work up the courage.’

‘I’ve noticed,’ Regulus retorts.

‘Oh?’

‘…you following me.’

‘Oh.’

‘So, this isn’t a joke?’

James shakes his head vehemently, and smiles at Regulus. There’s such hope in the smile that it feels like Regulus’s world has turned on its head. None of this makes sense. None of it. Surely there’s a shoe on the other side of all of this that’ll drop, and Regulus’s traitorous brain will tell him, ‘I told you. I told you so.’

Or maybe it won’t.

‘Okay,’ Regulus says hesitantly. ‘Okay.’ 

James grins. The grin is wide and bright like the sun, and he practically bounces on the spot. Like Regulus has made his day. His week. Maybe his month.

‘Really?’ he says excitedly. ‘Really? Great! Okay, great! This is great! I’ll…um…we’ll. Hogsmede. This weekend. I’ll, um, we’ll go together. It’ll be great.’ He steps forwards towards Regulus, appears to reconsider this, and hastily steps backwards.

Regulus nods slowly, unsure what he’s meant to do with all of this. His heart is fluttering in his stomach, making him feel nervous and worried. That’s he’s going to do something stupid again, like break his ink well or drop his books on his foot. And James will realise that Regulus is stupid and this whole idea was stupid, because why is James even interested in ‘going out with Regulus’? 

But there’s also this other spark of hope in Regulus that James will not think he’s stupid. Maybe he’ll like Regulus and Regulus will get to spend more time around James, intentionally, and they’ll do it all over again.

[lcvelust]

Normalcy / The Black Brothers

Regulus couldn’t forgive his brother to an extent.

“Reg? Reg!” You called through the quiet night, panting as you placed your hands on your knees; the chilly air making your skin crawl after it had burned from your sprint. You stared at Regulus as puffs of air escaped you in mists of white, feet propelling onto the ground as if you’d been frosted over.

“What’re you doing..? What– who’s that?” You breathlessly whispered, eyes digging into the back of the unknown person’s head.

Regulus looked as if he was in denial, specks of fear lining his irises that held that of a fog on a cloudy day, his perfectly arched brows furrowed in confusion. Words were stuck in his throat, hesitance clear as day through his thinned lips, tongue unwilling to unravel.

“Siri?”

He muttered into the stillness of the land, voice as fragile as a thread that was ready to snap at any given moment. His stomach twisted painfully as he forced the syllables out of his mouth, acidic, his heart twinging at the prospect of what his brother had done.

Slowly, the figure turned, its black hood gently falling to his shoulders. His long, raven hair flowed freely in the breeze, toppled with snow as it cascaded down his face that was masked from the kiss of the wind— the intricate wood carvings of his vizard shining bright under the dim moonlight.

You could only watch in shock as the expression on Regulus’ face morphed instantly, the visible fright that he wore melting into one of loathing. A sneer replaced the frown that had etched itself upon his lips, an emotion that both him and Sirius had grown all too familiar with.

He had glared with so much intensity that in a flurry of time, your eyes blurred, for the familiar face of Orion Black, though he couldn’t have been physically there, was dizzying.

Regulus snapped you out of your daze before the image of their father completely slithered into your brain to sink its fangs into your thoughts, jabbing at Sirius’ chest harshly, caring not of his surroundings. “What do you think you’re doing, parading into an assembly like that?”

“Reggie..”

“You could’ve been killed. You’re most fortunate the Dark Lord knows not of your presence.” Regulus locked eyes with Sirius angrily, the snow swirling between the three of you in furious gusts seemingly battling him of his rage.

He hadn’t even let Sirius retaliate before he continued on, spite blossoming on the pits of his chest, a gaping hole instead of a heart that beats. “Ever since we were kids, you’ve been so defiant of our parent’s ideologies. How come you’ve changed your views so suddenly?” He challenged, “how much longer are you going to keep pretending?”

Sirius’ hands balled into fists, his patience fraying like old fabric. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he thought. The wind howled, whispering in his ears like a dull mantra, but it felt nothing compared to the tempest raging inside of him. “Just let me explain, please,” he let out desperately, his voice low and steady, dripping with a lack of venom that his brother had used against him.

Sirius hadn’t waited for a response, stepping forward before grabbing Regulus on the arm with a grip that was that of a vice; unyielding.

With a wave of his wand, his mask disappeared off and into the air, a vulnerability glittering in his eyes he had never dared muster in Grimmauld. “Don’t be mad,”

“How couldn’t I be?” Regulus asked, a quiver of his lips present. His eyes didn’t brim with tears easily, he had valiantly fought back: you will yourself to look between them. You wish you hadn’t. The grief that swam in their storms would be enough to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Though, for the first time in years, Sirius looked as if he had his mind set on something. He wanted— no, needed, for his brother to understand.

He had left him in that cruel house with so much anguish, so much hatred for the circumstances he was left in. Deep down, you both knew that it wasn’t Sirius’ fault, it never could’ve been. He’d experienced such abuse that it drove him out, walking out of his parent’s lives without looking back at anything he had ever needed to look after for and more. Closing the door to leave his little brother to fend for himself.

But everything had changed now, it was as obvious as the rising of the sun.

“I did this for you,” Sirius muttered gently, bunching up the black sleeve that hung to shield his left forearm from the cold. His fingers trembled, and with a deliberate motion, he revealed his pale skin that lay beneath the confines of the fabric, the Dark Mark branded in sinister detail.

Regulus seemed to choke back what sounded like a sob racking through his body, not believing of his older brother’s unbecoming. You held onto his shoulders.

“..Why?” He had forced out, the words tumbling out of his throat in a low, grating, voice— almost a screech he’d recognized to be akin to his mother’s. “Why do you keep doing this, Sirius? I don’t.. I can’t understand! You left me be, remember? Why are you suddenly back into my life, now, when I’ve learned to breathe without the thought of you suffocating me?”

Sirius stared at Regulus, his hand still resting on his brother’s arm, the cold seemingly pressing in on them from all sides, as if the world on itself was holding its breath.

“Reg,” Sirius whispered, his voice breaking just slightly, “I’m trying to protect you now, because I.. I know that I was wrong. So wrong.”

“You still are, Siri. There’s a possibility that I’d lose my brother a second time.” Regulus’ expression softened, just barely, before he turned away, his shoulders slumping. “And I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for that.”

The snow continued to swirl around them, but for once, it felt like the moment was finally coming to a standstill.

“I don’t expect you to,” Sirius said quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions mushing with the organs inside of his stomach. “But, it’s better me than you. I’ve failed at protecting you once; and I’m here for a chance to redeem myself, I’ll be here for as long as you’ll let me. I won’t leave you again, Regulus. I swear it.”

There was a long pause, and for a fleeting second, it felt like Regulus might say something more, but the moments passed with him gently prying Sirius’ hand off, letting the distance between the both of them grow once more as the night stretched on.

Sirius stood there, watching his brother disappear down the mountain with a tugging of his heartstrings, a throb from his mind. He looked pitiful. His brother was slipping through his fingers again, and he hadn’t quite held him close yet.

He turned to you, offering a faint, strained smile. “I thought I’d meet you again under vastly different circumstances. I’m sorry.” He spoke tenderly, a sliver of hurt threading through his words.

You nodded, the pain in your own heart too deep for you to find your voice. “It’s alright, Black. Forget it.”

Sirius’ gaze settled on your figure, a bitter chuckle escaping him. “I ought to.”

[bartyism]

honest work. regulus black.

regulus is dead and it is now up to you to defend his honor.

reposted from my old account.

warnings: canon compliant death

pairing: past regulus black x fem!reader

Regulus never told you he was leaving, he never told you his plans. You woke up in a cold, dark, empty room with no one lying beside you. The sheets on his side of the bed were freezing and had been kicked off the bed haphazardly. The night before had been rough, you had ended up arguing over everything you were missing out on while seeking refuge inside the house that was given to Regulus as a graduation gift. His involvement with the Dark Lord had done immense damage to your relationship but it was held together by his promises – promises that things were not as they seemed. 

In return, you had lost your job but, most importantly, your friends who had become family because of your predicament. They were never accepting of your relationship. The younger version of you that got yourself into this mess was naive. You were a sixteen-year-old chasing a forbidden love. Now, as an almost nineteen-year-old, you were in far too deep. Everything that was part of you, or what you owned, was dedicated to and also owned by Regulus. There was no you without him, once everyone else had turned their back on you.

The deepest parts of you still loved Regulus, of course. Your skin begged for his touch and your brain urged to see him and hear his voice. But, he did not align with your beliefs. Any chance of change he had shown in your Hogwarts years had been ripped to shreds the minute you graduated. But, you never left. You had lost everything, and you refused to lose him, too.

Beside you, placed gently on the pillow your lover used every night, was a rolled-up parchment. Your heart sunk at the sight, mind racing.

Unrolling it, you felt bile work its way up your throat as you began to read it.

“Y/n,

I apologize for leaving so abruptly. Sometimes, when the moment is right, you must not let anything stop you. I need you to believe every word I say.

I have found something that may put an end to all of this – this war that I know has put a strain on us, especially your well-being. I never meant for things to become this way.

He has created an object that makes him... stronger than the average mortal. I know where it is located and hopefully, I will destroy it. I know I am being vague, but I swear it is for your protection.

I do not know if or when I will return. I need you to promise me that you will move on, worse comes to worst. The thought of you in pain over my decision pains me more than anything I could face on this journey. My last thoughts will be of only you. I am still as in love with you as I was the first day we met, but I regret infiltrating your life with my poor choices.

With all of my love,

R.A.B.

Please burn after reading.”

Your body shook as you clutched the parchment to your chest. You knew Regulus would not be returning, or else he wouldn’t have left this letter. You would never hold or kiss him again, never have him inside you again. You would never smell his cologne throughout the house or bury your nose in his hair again. 

After the initial comedown from reading the letter, your thoughts were jumbled: had Regulus told the truth? Was he lying when he promised things weren’t as they seemed? The letter seemed to confirm his claims, but what if it was just another lie?

Standing up on shaky legs, you made your way to the desk that Regulus spent many nights hunched over. You began writing a letter to Sirius about Regulus’ death, but you left out all of the parts regarding why it happened. You didn’t think about how Sirius may react. You never expected a letter in return just a few days later, asking you to meet him.

You should’ve expected that James and Remus would also be accompanying him. What you thought would be a deep conversation about Regulus quickly turned into an interrogation. The men in front of you wasted no time with pleasantries, immediately diving into what Sirius had said they would be coming for. “He died during a mission-,” you started. You were cut off by Sirius, who had grown tired of you struggling to find the right words to say.

“Stop telling me that he died! I want to know how,” Sirius demanded. You shook your head and looked down.

“I don’t know what else to tell you, Sirius, when I’m not quite sure myself.” you spit out, still not lifting your head to look at him. “He left me a letter. That is all I know and even that didn’t explain much.”

“A letter? So he left, presumably on a mission, and got himself killed doing it. Bloody idiot, if only he’d grown a backbone-,” Sirius started but was interrupted.

“You are so ignorant, Sirius. You know nothing about him and what he was doing. He wasn’t the boy you left behind in that house, he changed. But, you? You’re still an entitled dickhead. You can’t think for one minute that maybe, just maybe, your brother looked up to you. He wanted to escape, too, but he never had the resources you did. He didn’t have loving friends that he could run to. You don’t get it, Sirius, you don’t know how badly he wanted out of there after you left. I am not going to sit here and listen to you when Regulus died to help your cause,” you said. You started crying again and covered your face with your hands. 

The three men in front of you glanced at each other. For once in his life, Sirius didn’t know what to say. Instead, James spoke up. “He died for our cause? What’d you mean by that?”

“He didn’t tell me everything, even asked that I burn the letter after I read it. But, he mentioned something about Voldemort being stronger than mortals and that he knew how to stop him from being so. I figured that if anyone deserved to know now that he’s gone, it would be you.”

You silently prayed to the Gods that Regulus wasn’t frowning down upon you right now. You had gone directly against his dying wish, but you knew this secret couldn’t die with him. Others needed to know that Regulus Black did not die as a cowardly supporter of Voldemort.

“Could you give us a moment?” Sirius asked, turning towards James and Remus. The two boys nodded and got up from the table, finding something else to do. Sirius couldn’t meet your eye, instead focusing his gaze on his clasped hands. “Could you tell me more about him?” he whispered.

You stared at him, shocked. “He was angry at you, but not because of your beliefs. He was heartbroken that you left him in that house, but as we got older, he was even angrier at himself for being angry at you.” Sirius ducked his head even lower and you stopped yourself from reaching out and putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Regulus and I had talked about starting a family. If we had a son, he wanted to give him the middle name ‘Sirius’. We spent a lot of nights talking about our future, in hopes of getting the chance to even have one.” You choked on your tears before continuing, “One of his promises to me was that when everything settled down, he would try to reconnect with you.”

“But, I never even attempted to give him a chance,” Sirius trailed off. You nodded, stoically. You weren’t going to show pity on him. Consumed by your grief, you couldn’t imagine that Sirius was capable of feeling an ounce of what you felt. He had turned his back on Regulus while you did everything to keep him in one piece. Sirius knew nothing. “What else did he promise you?”

You sighed, slouching in your seat faintly. “He promised that we would get married. Part of that promise was that he’d have reconnected with you by then. You’d be at the wedding. He also promised that we would get rid of Grimmauld Place since that place is full of terrible memories. Now, with everyone being dead other than you, it’s yours.” You had to pause before you continued. Sirius looked as though he had been presented with the worst news of his life.

“You were always his older brother. He loved you, Sirius.” You picked up a tissue and tried to rid your face of the tears. Exhaustion had taken its toll on you and you hung your head. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure how much more I can say right now. I haven’t gotten to grieve yet, you know,” you mumbled. Sirius nodded and twisted the rings on his finger, showing his nerves.

You stood up to leave the table, not sure how to end the conversation, but Sirius reached out and grabbed your wrist. “If you ever get overwhelmed being in that house, you can stay at mine. I’m not there much these days, anyway,” he said. 

“As kind as that is, I don’t think I can part with it just yet.”

Six months later, you sat in front of a grave – one that read “Regulus Arcturus Black.” You had asked for a special inscription on it, “A loved partner and brother.”

It was hard for you to come to his grave, mainly because there was never a body to bury. The first time you came and arranged a small selection of flowers, it felt like you were lying to yourself. Surely, Regulus wasn’t dead? How could you be proclaimed dead when there was no body? You knew you weren’t making sense – Kreature had confirmed Regulus’s death. That was all the proof you needed.

However, as you sit facing his grave today, you finally feel as though his presence is there with you. “I wish things would’ve gone differently, but I’m sure you did, too.” A light laugh slipped from your mouth and you looked at the flowers that had rotted since the last time you were there.

“I miss you every day, Reg. Every morning, I still reach for you. Your office is the same as the day you left it. I can’t bring myself to change anything that was once yours, in fear that I’ll forget the small things about you. I can’t move your opened book on the symbolism of thestrals, or flip the page from the one you left it on. Every once in a while, I find a piece of your clothing that managed to escape the wash – I can’t bring myself to wash them because they still smell like you.” A few tears slipped from your eyes as you spoke. You absentmindedly plucked the wilted flowers from the ground, tossing them somewhere behind you.

“I still love you like I would have if you were here with me. Sirius has started to come around, too. Your death has finally set into him. He regrets how things went,” you mumbled. The wind picked up, sending chills down your spine. Regulus’s hands were always cold, leaving you to almost imagine it was him embracing you.

“This war will end one day, darling. When it does, I will make sure you are remembered for who you really were. I love you,” you said.

[rxsilabeth--er]

You really had with that fic (gorgeously written)..like what about detective!reg and partner reader who is also secretly the killer they are assigned for?

(Nsfw, degrading kink, trans!Regulus, murder, blood, knife kink, male!reader, alright!!! I love this, enjoy this drabble!! minors dni...pretty long, sorry about that..)

Detective! Regulus who is on the top of his field, his smart brains, cunning personality, charisma and more helps him get criminals out of him easily. He is quite surprised to be with you for a case over a murderer. You, a pretty little intern, following him behind like a little puppy, how cute!~

Detective! Regulus who is always happy to make you understand things you don't understand or accompany you to question witness and people if you find it hard..

Detective! Regulus who softly falls in love with you as you open up your shy and nervous shell to show your extreme intelligence, critical and logical way of thinking along with your amazing communication skills making you quickly rise in the place for being a good detective.

Detective! Regulus who starts to fall in love with you, not knowing your real identity. Who softly tries to keep you at arms length to make sure some other girl or guy doesn't steal you away, you're so close with him!

Detective! Regulus who gets so close to finding the person behind the murders, but slips at the last moment and you offered to help him release stress, you're a virgin but you're eager to help your seniors!

Detective! Regulus who rides you as roughly as he want, letting him release his anger, you're always so happy to help other people, especially your senior who is so stress from looking for the murderer and looses him at the last minute...

Detective! Regulus who of-course finds riding you will be the only way to relax, he'll feel better now, bouncing on top of you, his head thrown back, his pussy squelching around your dick and make obscenely loud noises through his office which makes it blatantly obvious to all his co-workers...

Detective! Regulus who now finds it a regular occurrence to get fucked by you after work whenever he needs you, you're so soft, holding his waist as you thrust in him, praising him and worshiping him as you cry out and whimpers from when his pussy clenches around you, sending waves of shock through your body...

Detective! Regulus who shoves his nimble fingers in your mouth to shut you up. His fingers will be in your mouth as you gag around them, tears down your cheeks sometimes, not that he cares, you look better with your mouth shut and if he can't use his fingers, his panties will work the same!

Detective! Regulus who one day goes to your house, just to surprise you, as he stands beside the long plains where you house is located, looking inside the window to find a scene he didn't think he would see...you with a bloody hammer in your hand as you cleaned up a pool of blood from the floor, before your eyes caught his...fuck, you caught him..

Detective! Regulus who tries to run away, but can't cause he didn't prepare well enough and is tied up in your house as you straddled his waist and before he knows it, he's choking on your dick as fuck his throat, laughs and moans and mocks leaving your mouth as you look down at him...

Detective! Regulus who finds a whole another side of you as your fuck him against a wall, filthy degrading words leaving your mouth which make him all the more wet on your dick, "Fuck slut...are you seriously my senior? What type of senior cries and whines and chokes on their intern's cock?.....Oh? dripping wet as well...tch, you're such a slut..." you said sighing as a hand wrapped around his throat tightens before you pull just as he was about to cum...

Detective! Regulus Whom you edge or overstimulate for hours on end, he's basically your sex toy now! your stupid, little, whorish pet who turns wet simply when you yell at him...a bit of a cheap slut, but he's a good boy, so who are you to say anything?

Detective! Regulus who gets more turned on when you hold a knife to his neck or a gun against his head or when you use the gun to rub against his clit..this is messed up! "Stop..what the fuck...this is messed up, Y/N!", "Then why is he getting more wet if it's so bad...just admit it Regulus, you like being a whore...my personal whore~♡"

Detective! Regulus who refuses to go to the police because he's fallen for you, that's completely wrong and goes against his morals! But you promised him to stop killing, so you will listen right? Well....maybe after a few more kills...

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[trstalks]

mmmm your virgin remus post…delicious. what are ur thoughts on virgin/inexperienced remus giving oral for the first time 👀

or oh my god trans virgin rem who also has such a hard time getting himself off bc he’s scared to put anything inside him, even a finger, so he just touches his clit but it takes so long that his wrist gets sore before he can cum…and he’s scared to buy sex toys so he just ends up struggling sooo hard to cum and then the orgasm isn’t even satisfying bc he had to keep pausing to give his wrist a break

anyways YES PLS MORE VIRGIN REMUS THOUGHTS 👀👀👀

Oh my lord I love you actually this scratched my brain so good

Virgin Remus giving head for the first time HOLY- because you already know he’s done his research. Depending on what universe we’re living in he’s read books, looked online, asked Lily for advice (he would rather die than ask anybody else).

I think he’d be really tentative at first, if he’s sucking somebody’s cock he’s giving it tiny kitten licks, barely wrapping his lips around the tip and lightly sucking. If he’s with somebody patient then they’re holding his head gently and letting him go at his own pace (Regulus would 🙇)

I also think though that he would really like it if his partner took control, grabbed his head and gently fucked into his mouth while he works on relaxing his throat. He’d take it so good :(( he’d get very into it, too, going into subspace and letting them fuck his throat.

I think eventually he’d get really into sucking cock. Like his partner walks into a room and he is on his knees ready to serve lmao.

It would be the same if he was eating somebody out (whichever hole lmao he’s equal opportunity) like he’d be very tentative at first but as soon as somebody’s hand is in his hair pushing his face towards their cunt he’s all in. Idk if y’all have ever given sloppy head but he’s SLOPPY. His chin and face is all wet, he can barely breathe, his tongue aches, but his eyes are glazed over and he’s so so happy to be there. His partner has to pull him off to get him to take in a breath.

AGHHH

Trans Remus struggling to orgasm is SOOOO hot to me idk why. Him being too scared to penetrate himself and not able to get himself off with his own fingers. He just needs help, really. I’m seeing him all red n sweaty with one finger between his legs, desperately rubbing at his clit, except he’s so wet that he cant keep a consistent pressure on it so he tries humping a pillow but that just makes him more desperate (he needs somebody to come and HELP!!)

AND NOW !!!! I’m thinking of somebody walking into his room while he’s doing this (Regulus, or maybe Prongsfoot) and he’s so far gone and desperate to cum that he’s begging for their help!!!! :((( (of course they do)

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | april 18 sock | words: 585

tw: slight nfsw, swearing

“Stop leaving your socks all over the place!” Sirius heard from the first floor.

“Stop being a dick; they’re on my side of the room!”

“Oh, trust me, I can be worse!” And then there was a loud thud, probably Regulus throwing something at James to prove that he could indeed be worse.

Sirius sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. It had been like that since the beginning of the holidays, because everyone forgot to rent a place with six rooms instead of five, so that James and Regulus could sleep separately. When the two of them found out, they reacted in two different ways: James didn’t mind (It’s not like we’ll be spending a lot of time here); Regulus, on the other hand, threw a tantrum like a five-year-old (I can’t share a bed with this asshole for the next six weeks). Unfortunately, there was no other way, since neither of them would sacrifice a comfortable bed to sleep on a couch in the living room. So for the past two weeks, all ten of them were doomed to listen to the senseless arguments the two others provided.

They were all getting tired of it—they came to Italy to rest, not to feel like children while their parents were getting divorced.

“I swear to god, if they don’t stop until tomorrow, at least one of them won’t come back to London,” Barty grumbled, handing a cup of orange juice to each one of his boyfriends. The girls hummed in agreement.

They sat at the big table in the kitchen, having breakfast. Dorcas and Marlene listed all the places they could go to today, while Lily and Pandora were serving more pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“I think the gallery and chapel sound the best,” commented Mary, throwing a grape at Peter, which he caught with his teeth.

After that, they sat in a comfortable silence, chewing on their respective meals.

The silence was almost… too comfortable.

“Do you think they killed each other?” Sirius asked, breaking the moment of peace.

“Who cares? At least they’re quiet,” Evan replied, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Sirius turned to Remus, starting a silent conversation. After a few seconds, his boyfriend nodded and stood up, with Sirius following suit. They went upstairs, stopping in front of blue door. From behind them came quiet gasps and muffled words neither of them could understand.

The black-haired man knocked at the door gently. “Reggie? Prongs? Are you guys okay?” When, after nearly a minute, there was still no answer, he decided to enter the room.

“Guys, are you—what the fuck?” He was expecting everything: blood all over the place, black eyes, broken bones, shattered windows—everything except James holding one hand on Regulus’ throat, the other on his dick, his own probably inside Sirius' little brother.

All four of them froze, staring at each other with wide eyes, until the youngest finally grabbed the blanket laid in front of him, covering himself and James.

“Why the fuck would you come in without being allowed?” Regulus hissed.

“We thought you were dead,” Sirius answered, unnaturally calm. “I just wanted to check if you were alright.”

“Well, you know now, so get out,” the younger Black replied, making a dismissive gesture with his free hand. Sirius didn’t need much convincing to do so.

When Remus closed the door behind them, the shorter man turned to him.

“You know Moony,” he said, staring blankly. “I think I need to bleach my brain.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Gentle

okay so someone tagged me in a post with this headcanon but now I can't find it....so just know that James going from gentle to not isn't my original idea. NSFW, explicit, minors DNI, @starchasersunseeker something to cheer you up :P

Regulus appreciated James Potter for so many things. His kind nature, his admittedly attractive physique, this way of just knowing what Regulus needed at any point in time. James loved Regulus in a way he'd never been loved before. He treated him like something to be cherished. Worshipped. Revered.

But now?

Regulus wanted to be fucked.

"Harder, James," he murmured, wrapping his legs around the small of James's back, locking his ankles, allowing the man to enter him even deeper, closer to the spot inside him that he ached to have pounded relentlessly.

"Don't wanna hurt you, baby," James gasped, the friction causing his movements to go a bit sloppy.

But Regulus was done. He was frustrated, and agitated, and admittedly horny, and he wanted to be fucked so hard he forgot his name. "James," he gasped, reaching up to grasp at the taller man's jaw, to their eyes met, "we've talked about this. And if you don't fuck me like you mean it right now, I swear-"

But the combination of the way their bodies were connected and Regulus's irritated begging must have done something to James. Because all of a sudden, his eyes were full of passion, instead of just adoration. "You sure?" he whispered, though his grip on Regulus had already intensified.

"Yes, James, fuck, I-"

But before Regulus could finish, James pulled out of him in one movement, leaving him empty and a bit annoyed, and strong hands flipped him over onto his stomach. "James-" he gasped, unsure if he was annoyed or turned on.

"On your hands and knees, love," James ordered softly, and the authority in his voice went straight to Regulus's already-hard cock, a bead of precome dripping as his mouth flew open in shock.

He scrambled into position, and without warning, James gripped his hips entered him all at once, slamming home with one thrust.

This time, when Regulus said the other man's name, it was with a long, drawn-out moan, and his brain immediately felt deliciously blurry.

"There you go, baby. Taking me so well," James grunted, continuing to thrust into Regulus deeply and completely, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars every time.

In the back of his mind, Regulus wondered where this James had come from. Where James had learned to talk like this. But he was already a babbling mess, mumbling, "Yes, Jamie, harder," so it was hard to really contemplate that.

And then, hands snaked around to his chest, pulling him up so he was on his knees, his back pressed into James's chest, the other man's hand splayed across his tightening stomach muscles. "Good," James mumbled, fingertips pressing into Regulus's front as his thrusts began to make him fall apart, his legs turning to jelly and his body lighting aflame, pleasure pooling in his spine.

"Yes," Regulus moaned wantonly, high-pitched noises forcing themselves from his throat. He pushed himself back onto James, all-but-sitting in his lap, needing him to be still deeper, needing them to be as close as possible, needing to be completely taken apart by the man who was surrounding him with his arms, kissing his neck, biting at his shoulder.

"Come for me, darling," James mumbled, grabbing one of Regulus's hips and pulling him even farther backwards, circling their bodies together into a delicious grind as his other hands began to work at Regulus's red, aching cock. "Come on, baby, god, you feel so perfect, so tight-"

When Regulus came, he moaned in a way that was quite out-of-body, his arse pushing farther back onto James's cock while his entire back arched, his release painting James's hand and the bed. James, on the other hand, let out a shout, curling into him, spurting warmth inside his body as he too, fell over the edge.

After they fell onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, James placing gentle kisses on Regulus's warm skin, Regulus mumbled with a grin, "Fuck. Harder next time, yeah?"

[dobbysimp]

since this is tumblr after all, i feel like i should go back to my roots so:

things that have been said to or around me, as incorrect marauders quotes

sirius: what kinda fruit would i be? and dont say faggot

mary: imagine getting to absolutely explode inside someone

*30 seconds of silence of picturing it*

🎶iF i WeRe A bOy 🎶

peter: cereal is non binary

sirius: sure if you wanna make it into gay shit

peter: FRUIT LOOPS ITS IN THE NAME

james: if you were a fruit loop color which one w- LETS TAKE A QUIZZ

barty: i don’t just throw it away, i play catch w my sanity

Remus: *mom lore*

Peter: were you an accident?

Remus: oh yeah

Peter: that checks out

sirius: i love cum

james: 🤨

sirius: dont quote me on that

james: im quoting you

pandora to barty: can you stop talking about sperm so i can do my tarot reading?

remus: this might be rock bottom

peter: the thing about rock bottom is you can only go up

remus: we dont know, i have a shovel

peter deadpanning: have you ever even BEEN on minecraft?

sirius: i cant tell if im having a crisis or i just need to wash my hair

peter: furry

sirius: furry

james: furry

remus, defeated: why is this the joke we all roll with?

evan: i was regulus-ing too close to the sun trying to put my emotions in boxes

james, to sirius: the trauma is bouncing around in your head like the dvd logo and only when it hits a corner do you get a second of peace

sirius: I wish I could date myself I would treat me so well

james: I think you just stumbled upon self love

lily, scrolling on tinder: he’s cute

mary: is he?

lily: *swipes left*

James: I have brain freeze on the outside of my head

Regulus: that’s called being cold

sirius: im getting a lot of… brain things

remus: ideas?

remus: *looking smth up about worms, reading the suggested searches* “can paul atreides control worms?”

sirius: would you love me if i was paul atreides?

remus: no

sirius: would you love paul atreides if he was a worm?

remus: no

sirius: would you love a worm if it was paul atreides?

remus: i would have questions about HOW the worm became paul, but probably not

peter: is it… why was i thinking self harm? no wait… masturbation!

remus: what are you, catholic?

sirius: if i ever jump off a building just know it was bc i genuinely believed i could fly not because i wanted to kms

barty: on my deathbed can yall bring me a cup of gasoline? i wanna try that shit at least once

james: dang nabbit, or whatever the fuck white lame virgins say

regulus: i think you had a stroke out loud

james: that was just me doing math

trans reg complaining while doing hw: im just a girl

evan: nO?

sirius, about Minnie: she’s always three spots ahead in the cha cha line

james: she’s in the cha cha line meanwhile im doing the macarena

(playing battleship)

remus: I cant believe you blew up my ship and your response was “tehee”

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler never said

(30 minutes later)

remus: (is losing at multiple board games) IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF! IM DONE- I AM SO DONE…

peter: Top 10 things Adolf Hitler has said

dorcas: evan is emotionally unstable but mature

regulus: one usually leads to the other

dorcas: nah barty is emotionally unstable AND immature

regulus: i said usually

mary: their lives are gonna go up in flames and im gonna sit there watching and tanning

lily: can you tan from fire?

mary: for sure

marlene: do you think people tanned at the salem witch trials?

peter and sirius: *debating*

remus: what did i just walk in on?

sirius: can animagus fuck?

remus: excuse me?

peter: we think yes

remus:… I think it makes sense

sirius: now here’s the real question, if James and Lily-

remus: no.

james: what if i dated regulus just to watch the world burn

remus: the world wouldn’t burn, you would, and sirius would be holding the lighter

sirius, ranting about remus drama: and then this happened and I have never been more distraught… thats a lie i was abused but still

peter, after making 18 your mum jokes: that’s what your mom said

sirius: stop i can only take so much

peter: she said that too!

pandora: im chilling, i could be a budah

regulus: i don’t think you’re chilling i think you’re disassociating

pandora: im budah

remus, ranting drunk: because my parents- my parents pfft i only have one

dorcas: am i being manipulative?

barty: no, I would be doing the same thing

dorcas: that’s not as comforting as you think it is

regulus: Hey google how to find a man that will edge me for hours, no borax or glue

james: i mean i have adhd i could probably do that

sirius, about reg: he’s not even fun anyway

james: siri… he gets abused

sirius: dont we all

peter: i think the bible is a mass hallucination, kinda like the bee movie

pandora: yk how when you buy things in bulk its cheaper? maybe we can get therapy in bulk for all 5 of us

regulus about sirius after he leaves Grimmauld: Bro acts like a Disney kid who just broke the contract

regulus: so, cannibalism as a metaphor, right—

remus: go to bed

sirius: to speak or to die? speak duh, im probably gonna die bc of what I said anyway

regulus: i had a great childhood…

sirius: *side eye*

regulus: you guys are making me age so fast

barty: we are helping you mature!

regulus: barty i get abused, i’ve been mature since i was 10

pandora: *after 10 seconds of silence* beAutiful

regulus: YOU CANNOT SAY BEAUTIFUL TO ME BEING ABUSED

pandora: im gonna be honest i zoned out

marlene: *calls*

lily: *picks up*

marlene: im gonna destroy my hair i thought you’d want front row seats

mary: a mosquito could bite my clit and i would let it

lily: mary what the fuck

alice laughing maniacally: lets actually think of the logistics here

[sommerregenjuniluft]

892 words – trans fem reg jegulus pwp – cw: light spanking, orgasm control, heinous dirty talk about breeding, cum play, creampie <3

@honeybcj

James fastens his grip in Regulus’ curls and ducks closer. He knows the answer for the question before he even asks it. But he wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. He spanks Regulus on her left cheek just to feel her clench around him, then noses at his girlfriend’s ear. “Want me to pull out before, baby?”

“No,” Regulus cries out helplessly, mindlessly arching back into him.

James grunts against the side of her head, mind swimming. “Yeah, want me to cum inside?”

Regulus whimpers deliciously, “Please.”

“God, baby,” James groans, voice rough, “Gonna make a creampie, huh?”

Regulus moans.

“Want me to lick it back out of your sweet little pussy?”

“Ja-mie,” she whines brokenly. Just the deliriously fucked out of her mind quality of her voice is enough to make James twitch inside her. There’s sweat running down her temple, mixing with the tears on her cheeks with how she’s turned her head over the pillow. James licks it up.

“Ngh- gotta be careful not to get you pregnant, love.”

Regulus gives a whole body twitch beneath him, letting out another whine that sounds close to his name. James wants to ruin her in the sweetest way.

He lets his lips ghost over her ear, “Or do you want me to breed you, baby? Huh? Pump you so full, I’ll make it stick?”

Regulus is chanting incoherent pleas, curses and gasping out his name like she does when she’s close. When that delicious pressure is building up low in her gut, about to ring up her spine and shoot into every cell, every far inch of her body. When her whole being is an electric wire and James is about to trigger a short circuit. 

And he’s babbling now, couldn’t hold himself back even if he wanted to, spewing the nastiest things right into his pretty girlfriend’s ear. “Answer me, love,” he taunts.

Reg whimpers and James watches her eyes try to flutter open, so out of it.

James repeats his question. ’Cause he’s nice like that.

He can see the exact moment it registers in Regulus’ brain. A noise slips out of her, involuntary, and then James’ eyes greedily follow her spreading blush as she tries to hide her face in the pillow.

“No, no,” James admonishes, gentle and patronizing. He purposefully aims away from that bundle of nerves deep inside her, momentarily. Regulus makes an obscenely sexy mourning noise. “No hiding, baby. I’m not gonna let you cum before you tell me.”

“Jamie,” she sobs, dark curls falling over her shoulder when she ruts her face into the sheets.

“C’mon, you’ve been such a good girl. Why are you being bad right now?” He spanks her again.

Regulus yelps, followed by a moan. “Mnh, want it- inside.”

“What do you want inside, sweets?”

“You,” she presses out, pushing back onto him, “Your cum, Jamie. Want you to cum inside. Please, please.”

Fuck. 

“Good girl, baby,” James groans, deepening his thrusts again. Regulus immediately dissolves underneath him again. “See, was that so hard, hm?”

Regulus makes an indecipherable sound. James grins.

He brushes her hair to the side, mouthing and nipping along her neck. She tastes like sweat and viscous sweetness. Salted caramel. James wants to put her in a blender and squeeze her into his latte every morning.

“Can I—” Regulus hiccups, “Aah- can I cum?” 

James keeps putting open mouthed kisses on her neck, rutting deep inside her relentlessly, devilishly.

“Please,” his girlfriend sobs, “Please, Jamie. Gotta cum.”

“In a moment, baby,” James pants, letting himself get lost in the slick, silky heat of her, “Hold on for me, just a bit.”

She’s moaning continuously now, whining pitifully and gasping high-pitched breaths back in. Her thighs are shaking, her face scrunched in pure pleasure. One of her hand fists the sheets, white knuckling them. “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.”

That’s what manages to tip him over in the end. He gasps out a hurried Cum for me and then he’s stuttering through his own moan as his cock kicks and spurts deep inside Reg. She’s loud when she lets herself break on James’ command. Shouting nearly and shaking through it so hard that James feels the pulses of her milk him dry.

“God, fuck,” James grunts when he finishes with one last feeble twitch, still shallowly rocking inside to help Regulus ride it out. 

This one hums breathlessly, a sweet little moan, panting like she’s just done a triathlon.

“Baby,” James mumbles, breathing heavily, making her hair move and tickle his nose.

Regulus makes an acknowledging noise, nodding weakly to show she’s okay.

“Love you so bad,” James utters, kissing her cheek, her ear, the soft spot behind it.

“Love you,” Regulus replies, on a half moan, blissed out and like she’s floating.

He’s still inside and Regulus doesn’t like feeling empty immediately after but James needs to kiss her like- yesterday. He reaches around, prodding at her puffy entrance and hearing her breath hitch when he lets his cock slip out and his fingers in, plugging her up. James maneuvers Reg’s pliant body, making her leg lift, and turns her over onto her back with his finger remaining. 

And then Regulus barely has the chance to blink cloudy grey eyes at him before James is demanding her mouth in a needy kiss, tasting caramel sweet.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Can you wash my back this once

and then we can forget

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn! Reader

Word: 2.5k

Summary: you go back to your toxic family and James and regulus take care of you after

Warnings: you have my mommy issues now but I tried to keep it vague so everyone can play along, a lil bit of disassociation, Barty's dad is homophobic slight mention of conversion therapy, nonsexual nudity, idk, James stress eats, you call James Jamie love, sad and then sweet

Regulus hated it when you went home. James hated it even more. Every time you had your hand forced into staying in your childhood home for whatever reason you always came back different. You’d come back a lost shell of the person you left as. When James looked into your eyes it was like you were looking through him. You couldn't crack even a tiny smile for days. James felt like he was watching a robot run through your daily chores in replacement of you. He just wanted to hold you so you never had to go there ever again. After the last visit, you came back so estranged from your body, that James really thought it was over. He really thought they'd give up and you'd stand your ground. 

Unfortunately, James can't be right about everything. They somehow manipulated you into spending an entire week in your childhood home. Even with James and Regulus trying their hardest to convince you to stay, you still packed your bag. And so with your bag packed under your arm, a promise that it’d be okay this time falling from your lips, and a smile etching itself across your face you left your home. 

The knowledge of your whereabouts set James and Regulus on edge. It was like waiting for a car crash you already knew was going to happen. Regulus couldn’t sit down, pacing for hours at a time. James felt like he couldn’t breathe. He picked up baking again in an attempt to relieve stress. It did not. It just made their kitchen more cluttered and caused him to start stress eating as well. James was itching to get you back home so he could hold you to his chest and rock you back and forth. Regulus started reorganizing things that didn’t need to be. He reorganized the silverware drawer three times. He reorganized the closet five times and reorganized his desk eight times. 

They were both ashamed to say that they felt relief when your slumped form showed up on the front doorstep. You didn’t knock. James was looking out the window because he heard a car pull up, your taxi. He watched you walk to the front door and stare at it. You didn’t move for the doorbell or raise your fist you just stared. Regulus was sure he had never moved as fast as he did to get out of his chair and to the front door. He swung it open, ignoring the wave of anxiety he got when he remembered it could scuff the wall. You didn’t meet Regulus’ eyes, your eyes staring ahead. You dropped your bag onto the ground, not bothering to lean. You collapsed into Regulus’ arms, tucking yours under his armpits and clutching onto the back of his black button-up. Regulus’ hands moved to hold you back just as tight. One settled behind your head and the other pressed against your back. 

It is unfortunate that they can say with their full chest it felt nice to have you home, in even such a state. At least they could wrap your wounded heart and brain, it's hard to do that when you’re towns away. James felt his heart burn when he heard you crying into Regulus’ shirt. Regulus let you have a moment, James awkwardly standing behind you both. You eventually pulled back, sniffing and still not meeting their eyes. Regulus ushered you inside, shooing you to the living room. James’ hand shot out the door, snatching your bag off the step and heading back inside. Regulus kept one hand on your back to comfort you as you stared at the living room floor. 

Eventually, James got tired of silence. 

“Would you like a bath?” James whispered. he knew to stay quiet. ‘Quiet and soft like a bunny’ Regulus told him while James was scarfing a muffin down his throat. You sniffed and nodded your head just slightly. Regulus hummed. 

“Let’s go take a bath,” Regulus muttered to you. He rubbed your back as you both shuffled over into the bathroom. Regulus started running the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature. Usually when you took baths while waiting for the tub to fill you’d read or play music. Regulus didn’t know why he expected it but he thought when he turned round you’d be giving the pages of your book a soft smile. But when he turned his head you were sitting slumped on the toilet seat. You stared down at the floor with a look Regulus recognized all too well. He’d seen it before in his own mirror after a long night of his mother’s torment. He’d seen it on Sirius the night his mother thought Sirius cut Regulus’ hair. Regulus felt his heart sink when he could imagine you sitting in his bathroom back in Black manor and you didn’t look out of place at all. 

“Would you like me to leave?” Regulus asked, watching you to see if you’d move from your spot at all. You shook your head. Regulus hummed and held his hands out for you. He helped you stand up, in the middle of the bathroom still staring at the floor. 

“So you want me to help you get into the bath?” You nodded, your hands flopping down to your sides. Regulus very slowly and gently pulled your clothes off, letting them pile in the corner. Then he held onto your hand as you stepped over the edge of the bath and sunk into the water. 

It wasn’t the first time and it probably won't be the last time that Regulus washed someone because they couldn’t themselves. He did when Barty got a letter from his father, threatening to send him off the fix his queerness. He did when Dorcas failed her History of Magic class, making her parents furious. He did when James got sick and could barely lift his finger without whining. He did when Evan realized he was in love with Barty and thought he could never love him back. 

Regulus didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind it at all. He was able to take care of his loved ones in ways he never experienced. There was a voice in the back of his mind telling him if he needed it, you and James would wash his body for him. When their mind wasn’t there for them Regulus stepped in. He washed you to the best of his abilities, which was quite well in his opinion. You hadn’t made eye contact with anyone yet. You hadn’t said a word. You just stared. 

It felt like the part of you that made you laugh and smile had drawn itself into your heart, hiding behind your ribs. Your body felt empty and your head felt heavy and light at the same time. Your mind felt like it was seven paces behind, catching the world in broken pieces. You dipped your fingers into the warm soapy water, watching the bubbles slip onto your knuckles. 

“Regulus?” Your voice came out hoarse. Regulus didn’t even fully recognize that you spoke, still focused on washing your back. His mind was two steps behind but when he did finally realize you spoke he was startled. He hummed in response, trying not to disrupt your peace. 

“Do you miss your mother?” Your voice seemed to clear a little but you still sounded sick. Regulus stayed silent for a moment, his hand on your back pausing. How could he miss his mother? She practically treated him like a punching bag. Though he was pretty sure he knew the feeling you were thinking of. 

“No, but I miss who she could’ve been,” Regulus whispered, lightly sratching your back like he knew you enjoyed it. You straightened your back, sitting up a little from the curled in position you were before. Regulus felt the corner of his mouth twitch, glad he still knew you liked back scratches. He pulled his other hand over the edge of the bathtub to join the one on your back. You hummed. 

“Do you think your mother loved you in the beginning or did she just always hate you?” You asked, dipping your hand under the water to splash it against the wall. Regulus felt a little strangely talking about such a sour topic while giving you back scratches. He shrugged even though you wouldn’t see him. 

“I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that she could never love someone. She’s a narcissist the only person they can love is themself.” Regulus said, dragging his nails up to the back of your neck. You hummed dangerously close to a moan and tilted your head forward, giving Regulus more space to scratch. He scratched at the bottom of your hairline, smiling again when you turned your head back and forth so he could get behind your ears too. He eventually dropped his hands back to between your shoulder blades. You sat up again, staring at the wall. 

“Why would any narcissist have kids if they can’t love anyone?” You asked. Regulus was starting to wonder why you were asking him of all people all of these questions. He shrugged, reaching back for the body wash and pulling your arm away from yourself. 

“I suppose because they want someone to fix them and someone to break,” Regulus said, rubbing the soap into your arm until it foamed. You hummed. 

“But then why did it have to be me? What did I do wrong?” You whispered your voice cracking halfway through. Regulus dropped his hands into the bath, rinsing the soap off. He quickly pulled on your chin so you’d face him. 

“No. Baby, it wasn’t you. It will never be you. It has nothing to do with you. You are not the problem, they are. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and it’s just how the straws were pulled. You didn’t do something in another life. You didn’t do something in this life and you won’t do something in a future life. It’s completely their fault.” Regulus said, holding onto your cheeks while he spoke to you so you couldn’t look away. He saw the tears sitting on the edge of your waterline. You sniffed, leaning your head into his hand more. 

“But why me? Why couldn’t I get a pretty house with a loving family? Why did I have to pull this straw? And why do I still keep falling into her stupid traps? Why can’t I just be okay? Know my mother is bad and stop making excuses for her?” You whispered, swallowing back tears. Regulus shook his head. 

“I don’t know. I do know it’s not your fault you keep making excuses for her. She’s trained you to do that since you were a child. The worst thing about bad people is that they’re still people so it’s easy to find excuses for them.” Regulus said, dipping his wet hand slip to your shoulder. You moved quickly, startling Regulus. Your soapy arms wrapping around his shoulders and tipping your chin over his shoulder. You don’t know how long Regulus held you in that hug but eventually, you pulled away, taking your spot back in the bath water. When Regulus was rinsing off all your body wash, James ducked his head in the door. You didn’t raise your head from where you were staring at the bubbles. 

“Dinner is ten minutes from being done. I made you your favorate, my love.” James said, his tone still soft but he was confident to raise his voice above a whisper now. You raised your head, making eye contact with James. Your lips tipped in the smallest, almost invisible way. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, your words dripping with sour happiness. James felt his heart soar. Your usual personality showing a slimmer of itself had him beaming from ear to ear and he wanted to scream into his pillow out of joy. James nodded, backpedaling out the door and closing it. You stared back at the water, dropping your smile. Regulus soon helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy towel you knew was his. It had his itnitals on it. You hated that he was wrapping you in it. He never let anyone but himself use it. You knew he was doing it out of kindness but you didn’t want to be babied just because you were a little sad. 

“Regulus, this is your towel.” You whispered. Regulus hummed, drying off your leg before standing and moving to your arm. 

“I don’t want you to use your towel on me.” You said glancing at Regulus’ face. He raised an eyebrow, still drying off your arm. 

“Cooties?” You grumbled at his attempt at a joke. 

“You don’t let anyone use your towel, you’re babying me.” Regulus shook his head at you. 

“No just the only clean towel in the house right now. I’ll do laundry towmarrow and you’ll never have to touch my towel again.” Regulus said, moving to your other arm. You huffed. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Regulus stopped his movements and kissed your cheek. 

“I know. I was just teasing. I’m sorry I annoyed you.” You shook your head and looked down at the floor. Soon enough, Regulus was bringing a set of pajamas into the bathroom and helping you into them. James moved dinner to the living room. On the TV was your favorite comfort show. Your favorite blanket was thrown over the back of the couch. Your favorite meal was on a plate with your favorite fork sticking up out of the food. James pretended like he didn’t do it on purpose, looking around the room and pretending he was nonchalant. You sat in your favorite spot, pulling your favorite blanket over your lap. Regulus sat next to you, leaving space in between in case you get overwhelmed. James sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. He stayed quiet, which was unusual for him but you appreciated it. He was a lover of making comments during shows and movies, you liked it at the best of times. At the worst of times, you just wanted silence, even if the person talking was one of your favorite people on the planet. It didn’t stop him from scoffing or snorting at times. Your meal was so good, that you nudged James with your foot. He looked up from his plate on the coffee table, raising a brow at you. 

“Thank you, Jamie Love.” You whispered. James smiled brightly, swallowing his bite quickly. He dropped his fork and reached back for your leg. He rubbed your calf, lightly kissing your knee over your pajama pants. He pressed his cheek against your knee, smiling up at you. James pulled back from you, resumeing his eating. He did make a few comments about your show, calling the characters stupid or questioning plot points that were heinously wrong. Eventually, he cracked a joke that made you snort. James turned back, giving you the softest eyes. He was so glad you laughed even if it was tiny. He shared a look with Regulus, who was just as excited as James was. You were coming back. Quicker than last time, too.