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“Why do you look so displeased? Crushes are supposed to be fun, Harry.”
“He’s insufferable,” Harry muttered, burying his face in his hands.
Regulus chuckled softly. “I know the type,” he said, remembering all the words that once described his now-beloved husband.
“He’s a smart ass.”
“I believe I was that type,” Regulus quipped, his tone light.
“You actually have something more than that in common with him,” Harry confessed, fidgeting again. “You’re actually kinda... related to him.” His voice grew higher as he finished, cringing at his own words.
“Teddy?”
“Ew! No! He’s like my cousin.”
“Well, the Blacks have a complicated history with—” Regulus cut himself off. “Never mind that… Who is it?”
“Ugh. Please don’t make me say it."
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First Home | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x GN!Reader
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷
Pairing: Remus Lupin X Regulus Black X Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader
WC: 1,094
CW: Poly Relationship, Anxiety, talks of Remus being in pain
Author's Note: Heyyyy so like I know I haven’t been here for a while but I’m hoping I’ll be getting back into this😌🖤
Summary: Remus nervous about his first full moon in the new house
. ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆₊☽ ◯ ☾. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° .
Remus was pretty happy with his life at this point.
He had great friends, a promising career and the most perfect and loving partners he could ask for.
But that didn't change the fact that for one night a month he absolutely loathed his life.
He hated the moon almost as much as he hated himself during the moon.
Though over the years he had learned to accept what he was significantly more than he used to.
He had learned to tolerate it. To live with it.
But that didn’t mean it didn't scare the absolute hell out of him most of the time.
Especially when the conversation of moving in with his partners came into the loop.
He was feeling beyond apprehensive about the idea of it all.
It wasn't because he didn't love his partners, quite the opposite actually. It was because he loved them so much that the thought of accidentally hurting them or cursing them with the same fate as himself or… worse… would often send him into a spiral of anxiety, overthinking and self loathing.
But eventually after months of reassurance -and Barty pouting- Remus caved and agreed that the four of you should finally move in together.
So after weeks of searching for a home -which according to you and Barty felt like it was taking ‘fucking forever’- you finally found your perfect home and moved in as soon as possible.
That was a few weeks ago now and last night was the first full moon in the new house.
Yesterday before nightfall Remus was beyond terrified.
His mind had been clouded with overthinking and the absolute worst scenarios his brain could manage all day.
So when he woke up still in the basement that he and your entire friend group had spent countless hours reinforcing and charming -to Remus’s standards and preferences of course- he was so grateful.
So grateful in fact that he was able to be distracted by the pain in his body a few moments longer than normal.
But eventually the pain consumed his body like it normally did.
For what could have been a few minutes or a few hours -Remus wasn't really sure- he just laid there looking up at the ceiling of the basement basking in the pain that ran through his body and his normal post full moon self loathing. Just completely lost in his own mind that was until he was pulled out by the sound of your voice.
“Moons? Are you awake?”
The sound of your voice had involuntarily brought a smile to Remus’s face and sent a wave of calm and comfort over him.
“Yea I’m awake love.” Remus groaned while sitting up feeling a few of his joints popping and his muscles tensing up.
It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs with a hot cup of coffee -that you meticulously made sure was exactly to his liking- and his favorite blanket in hand.
Both things Remus had gladly and gratefully accepted.
“We made breakfast, if you're up for it.”
The sweet softens off your voice was slightly interrupted by Regulus chuckling.
“And of course by ‘we’ Y/N means they did the majority of the cooking since we all know I can't cook to save my life and we value our health enough to not want a repeat of when Barty tried to cook dinner for us the other week.”
Remus couldn't help but laugh a little, no matter how much it hurt, when he heard a very dramatic gasp from Barty.
“I'll have you know Black that I'm an excellent cook, you're just too much of a prick to appreciate such perfection.”
Remus continued to chuckle at the very familiar childish bickering happening between two of his lovers.
He was actually enjoying the small distraction so much that he didn't notice when you sat next to him until he felt your shoulder brush against him.
“How are you feeling really, Remus?”
Remus couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he heard your words. “As good as to be expected love… I'm just grateful I didn’t get out and hurt one of you or worse...”
You sighed softly and looked at Remus with a soft and loving look in your eyes. “Remus, I know you're worried but this bassment is a fortress. We'll be fine.”
Though you sounded so sure in your words Remus still wasn't fully convinced.
His mind was already starting to spiral at this point with the possibilities and of the dangers that he imposed on the three most important people in his life.
Remus hadn't even realized he was now staring off into the black abyss of his coffee cup that was currently warming his hands till you placed your hand on top of his gaining his full attention.
When Remus’s eyes met yours he couldn't deny the love and honesty that he saw swimming in them which made your next words comfort him.
“We are fine. We will be fine. I know your anxiety won't go away but you need to remember that you have done everything in your power to ensure our safety and that's all you can do. Plus you know better than anyone that the three of us are very skilled with our magic so we are more than capable of taking care of ourselves. Not everything is on you Remus. We knew what we were signing up for when we asked for the four of us to move in together. We love you and everything will be fine I promise.”
Remus just sighed and nodded.
A part of him honestly did feel better, he knew that he would never be a hundred percent comfortable for that one day a month but it made him feel better to know that you genuinely believed in your words and in him.
“Okay, I'll try to calm down more… I’m just so scared that I'm going to hurt one of you but I'll do my best to keep my anxiety at bay... Thank you, my love.”
Remus wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head just being happy in the moment.
Once a month he loathed his life.
But everyday before and after the full moon he genuinely loved his life.
Right now he loves his life.
He had one of his lovers in his arms while his other two lovers were ‘fighting’.
This is the life he will forever be truly grateful for.
. ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆₊☽ ◯ ☾. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° .
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I know it’s a running joke in the fandom but I hope people realize how truly horrible Regulus’ drowning was. It wasn’t because he couldn’t swim, it was because he was being dragged down by corpses, like that’s just absolutely horrid.
Imagine a bunch of pruny fingers with weak nails grabbing you and pulling you down, uncaring for where they’re touching or how, pulling on his hair, his cheek, his eyes, his legs. The sound they made, the screams of agony. His screams. He couldn’t fight against them, that’s how many there were, not to mention the potion he drank.
He was delirious with fear, hallucinating, in pain and dying of thirst, all the while being dragged into putrid water by hundreds of living corpses. It wasn’t just a drowning. His death was unthinkable.
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In the first few months after Harry was born, the Potters were extremely tired, and this situation occured:
Regulus: *leaving the bathroom looking confused* why is there a full toilet roll on top of the bin, and why is it wet??
James: *looks slightly embarrassed* I blew my nose earlier...
Regulus: *looking even more confused* and how does that link to my question??
James: well, you see, instead of throwing the used tissue into the toilet... I kind of.. urm
Regulus: *stifling laughter* you threw the full toilet roll into the toilet?
James: *sighs* yes.. I put the used tissue on top of the tank and threw the roll into the toilet
Regulus: *shoulders shaking with silent laughter*
James: I'm tired okay! *throwing his arms up in defeat*
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