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i love the 'regulus gets hit with the de-aging magic' fluff fics but i need a fic where james is hit with the spell or accidentally drinks a potion. the cutest, happiest something four-years-old running after his friends on his chubby legs, so eager to hear about all the mischief they get up to at the big age of seventeen. he collects all sorts of flowers and scurries off to regulus in the great hall, climbing onto the spot beside him and proudly presenting them, totally unaware that they're the very same flowers he keeps leaving before his door in secret. will pout and latch onto regulus when sirius tries to bring him back to the common room, unashamedly climbing reg and wrapping himself around his neck like a petulant koala all >:'[ tear-fogged glasses

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Potter’s life crisis (Grimmauld Roommates AU)

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regulus black

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James Potter’s thighs sighs

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jegulus microfic | 860 words

james helps regulus during a depressive episode

When Regulus hears a knock at the door, he doesn’t bother to answer. Whoever it is will go away eventually. It isn’t until the incessant knocking feels like it’s drilling straight into his skull and the fear of a noise complaint that he drags his dead limbs off the bed to open the door. James waits on the other side, arm raised mid knock, holding bags of groceries in both of his hands. Regulus tries to scrounge together his thoughts enough to offer some explanation, but James silences him with one look, waiting for Regulus to step aside and let him in. He doesn’t look angry like Regulus thought he would in the million different versions of this scene his mind had pieced together over the last week, but James’ hard eyes and the set of his mouth leave no room for argument. Regulus is too tired to argue anyway. He ducks his head and moves behind the door, opening it enough for James to enter. He follows James like a shadow to the kitchen. Regulus sees the apartment through his eyes - the overflowing sink, the counters covered in piles of mail and dirty cups, dust lining the shelves, delivery boxes piled in the corner, plants folding over themselves and browning. Regulus has been meaning to water them. James sets down the bags and starts unloading.

“Go shower,” James says. “I’ll start on the food.”

Regulus hesitates for a moment, lingering in between rooms, unsure of what the protocol is here. But he decides to follow James’ orders in the end. He flips on the bathroom lights, undresses, and turns on the shower in robotic movements. He steps in and lets the scalding water burn his skin. He can’t remember the last time he showered. The steam furls around his lungs, choking him.

He has been losing time over the past few weeks. He doesn’t know where the days go. They slip between his fingers. He doesn’t know how to explain that all of this is caused by something that happened a year ago. That his body still remembers the flight or fight. That he woke up alive the next day but sometimes it’s still hard to remember why. He scrubs at his skin until the hot water stings. Lathers up the shampoo and tugs at his hair.

He doesn’t know why James is here. Well, Regulus can guess it’s because he hasn’t been answering his texts. He doesn’t know what to say. When he gets like this, he runs out of words. How does he explain that as a grown adult he can’t bring himself to eat. Can’t clean his apartment or go to work. Regulus has lived long enough that this shouldn’t be a problem anymore. He keeps his head under the water until it runs cold and even then doesn’t step out until he’s shivering. He turns off the tap with pruned hands and tries not to feel like he’s still drowning.

James knocks on the door twice to indicate he’s coming in. Regulus doesn’t look at him as James wraps him in a warm towel. He must have heated it in the dryer while Regulus was in the shower. James holds out a wide tooth comb in a silent question, and Regulus sits down on the closed toilet lid in answer. James begins the slow process of detangling his hair, carefully pulling at the knots. Regulus’ eyes slip closed at the feeling of the comb scratching against his scalp. He tucks the towel tighter around himself.

“Go get dressed. Food’s almost ready,” James says once he’s satisfied with his work. Regulus just nods to show he’s heard.

James has laid out Regulus’ favorite pajamas on his bed. They’re the softest pair he owns, worn down over time. Their texture is familiar. It doesn’t grate on his skin like everything else has these past few weeks. He walks back to the kitchen following the smell of something good. James is scooping rice onto two plates and covering them with dal. It’s something that he’s made for Regulus before, a simple dish that James has said was made in his house often. Regulus’ stomach growls at the sight.

There is no room on the table so James brings the plates to the couch. They sit and eat in silence. With each bite, Regulus’ hunger ebbs and his guilt grows. He doesn’t deserve any of this. James collects both plates when they’re done eating. 

Regulus listens to the sound of the sink. He walks to the kitchen again. He picks up the rag to dry the dishes James is washing.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus says. His voice cracks from disuse. It doesn’t feel like enough, but it’s all he has to offer.

James sets down the plate he’s holding, turns off the sink. He captures Regulus’ face in soapy hands and leans in until their foreheads touch.

“Don’t apologize for yourself. Not to me,” James whispers into the space between them.  “Just please don’t shut me out again.”

Regulus has never been able to hide from James anyway. 

“Okay.”

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james "oh i guess i am a bisexual" potter

regulus "swallowed by the tension winding up in my own household, i feel i must fill my duties as the true heir to The Noble House of Black and provide them with an offspri- is that James Potter half naked after quidditch practice oh lord im abouta-" black

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Brotherly love.

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It’s very important to me you all know that whenever I draw Regulus, he’s trans. Every. Single. Time.

Happy IDAHOTB ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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First post here 🤭

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jegulus death drarry birth

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thinking about barty holding little baby luna for the first time and pandora just smiling at him and saying 'you're her uncle barty' and immediately barty bursts into tears and no one has EVER seen him cry not even evan

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Evening sketches ✨

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Hi you! I'd love to hear some more of your Autistic Regulus headcannons!

sorry it took me forever to respond. i had to brainstorm for a little bit

anyways, to the headcannons!

sensitive to fabric textures, like he absolutely hates the feel of velvet. tags need to be cut out IMMEDIATELY

needs precise instruction. if he’s even slightly unsure, he will spiral and just freeze up.

absolutely not a multitasker. he does everything one task at a time, thank you very much

accidentally a teachers pet. for a long time, he didn’t realize that telling the teacher about his peers bad behavior was considered bad. he was just being honest ffs

great vocabulary ever since he was a kid

i feel like he’d have a comfort item. maybe a snitch or a family ring that he brings everywhere

prefers to be self-taught

loves philosophy. is very interested in asking those deep questions about life and death and everything in between. he doesn’t particularly want to answer said questions, but he likes to ponder them

ah yes, social anxiety

that boy is so easily irritated.

gives up on things that he’s not automatically skilled at

people often assume he doesn’t lie because of how blunt and honest he is most of time, but in reality, regulus is a fantastic liar.

i feel like he’d hold a pencil/quill oddly. his friends would notice the way he’s writing and just ??? what the fuck, regulus? how can you even hold it like that?

while on the topic of writing, he has atrocious handwriting. it gives doctor. he can understand it, but no one else can. his friends know not to copy his notes

is he stressed? if yes, then don’t expect any words from him.

has daily routines that he always abides by. his friends would know when he would be where and try not to mess it up. if they do mess it up, that’s where that “easily irritated” trait comes into play

he has a visual stim where he likes to watch the water. spends a lot of time at the lake, just sitting by himself and observing

easily picks up on the presence of people around him, almost like a sixth sense of some kind. he is hyper aware of the people in the room and dislikes when they are too close

he’s a quiet speaker. like, he’s hardly ever loud, on purpose or on accident. that doesn’t mean he’s “uwu shy” he just naturally talks quieter, doesn’t matter if he’s being nice or being a bitch

he played “oddly” when he was little. he would play by organizing his toys or lining them up neatly. he would also set up scenes with his toys, but never actually act out the scene— he just liked setting it up (i did this a lot as a kid lmao. i would make house blueprints out of chalk and not actually play with it)

normally sticks to his friend group and rarely ever deviates from them. he honestly has no interest in making more friends

romance does not come easily to him. not that he isn’t interested in romance (at least to me. i don’t personally hc him as aspec), it’s just difficult for him to navigate

as a kid, he often preferred to talk to older people— older family members, teachers— over kids his age

taught himself how to act “normal” by mimicking the people around him.

struggles to understand when he makes a mistake. he often won’t apologize because he simply can’t comprehend that he did something wrong.

had an imaginary friend as a kid. i don’t have any specifics about it, he just gives me that Vibe

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kinning regulus black is all fun and games until u realise u have all of the autism, depression and insanity but none of james potter's dick

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Regulus realising that he actually misses his brother :,(

Sirius room back in Grimmauld place still looked the way it did the night he left. The Gryffindor posters were still stuck to the wall with the spells that Sirius had used to put them up. Some books were still spread out on the desk. Books about quidditch mostly. Regulus had always liked Sirius’ room, though he always pretended not to. It was the place where he’d gone to as a child after having a nightmare. It was the place he went when he scrubbed his knee, or when Bellatrix had upset him by calling him a name. Sirius was always the one who comforted him. Sirius would tell him to “shake the tingles off” in his room before going down to supper -which would help Regulus stay still under the scrutiny of their mother.

It hit him then how much he actually missed his brother. Before, from the time right after Sirius had left, he hid every embarrassing emotion behind a wall of burning anger, much of it copied from Walburga. He let the anger wash the sadness away.