#Reggie Rowe Lives

[minnesota-fats]

So this is a rewrite of a fic I started in 2018 but never finished. I reread it recently and decided it needed an update! Hope you guys like crossover fics, cuz yall know I do!!!!

Get ready for Desmond Miles x Reggie Rowe

The two dead guys of their series that I refuse to let die!

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greetings !! my name is reggie, i’m around 20 years old and use they/he pronouns :•}

my story ; i was adopted by key years ago but due to , well , how life is , i was put into a closet :•{ I didn’t like it very much, it was dusty and dark and lonely. that all changed this month, when key randomly came into the closet and noticed me !! they immediately got me out of there, gave me a bath and brushed my fur!

i like to watch shows with my friends and key, take long naps, and eat good food! :•} thank you for reading my intro friends! 🦥

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I'm streaming InFAMOUS Second Son right now! Come join so we can smoke the D.U.P!

[bradleysass]

romance - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 706

Regulus is brushing his teeth when James comes in with flowers.

It’s a small, mismatched bouquet—sunflowers and lavender, a few forget-me-nots tucked between the stems. There’s no wrapping. Just James, standing in the doorway of their en suite bathroom like a golden retriever with something dead in its mouth, hopeful and vaguely apologetic.

Regulus spits into the sink. “You’re not in trouble,” he says immediately, because it’s the only logical explanation.

“I know,” James says, all wide eyes and unruly hair. “Can’t a man bring flowers to the love of his life without being accused of something?”

Regulus dries his mouth with the hand towel and leans against the counter, arms crossed. “You know I don’t do romance, James.”

James has the audacity to look hurt. “These are just flowers.”

“No such thing,” Regulus replies coolly, “Not when you look like that.”

James has a look—an expression he gets when he’s about to do something devastatingly sentimental. It’s not always flowers. Sometimes it’s an absurd playlist he makes in the middle of the night titled things like for when you leave me, probably dramatically, or long drives to the middle of nowhere just to watch the stars with hot chips between them.

James is relentlessly romantic.

And Regulus is… not.

He doesn’t do candlelit dinners or long speeches. He doesn’t write notes in the margins of books or plan anniversaries. He forgets Valentine's Day more often than he remembers it and thinks grand declarations should be left to poets and politicians.

James, of course, knows this.

Which is why Regulus eyes the flowers with mild suspicion.

“Look,” James says, coming closer. “You’ve been working nonstop. You’ve skipped lunch three days in a row. You haven’t touched your sketchbook in a week, and I know that means your brain’s getting noisy. So I brought you flowers. Not romance. Just grounding.”

Regulus blinks. “That’s manipulative.”

“I call it being perceptive,” James says, nudging the bouquet into Regulus’ arms. “And anyway, they were cheap.”

Regulus hesitates, then takes them. Lavender. He breathes it in slowly. It smells like quiet mornings.

James, smug bastard that he is, kisses his temple and turns away, already moving toward the kitchen.

They live in a converted loft with concrete floors and high ceilings. James leaves socks everywhere and forgets to close the spice cupboard. Regulus insists on cleaning with expensive products that smell like eucalyptus. Their fridge is a mess of butter, oat milk, and overpriced cheeses neither of them know how to pronounce.

Regulus follows him, flowers in hand. “I still don’t do romance.”

James doesn’t turn around, but his shoulders shake slightly. “Of course not.”

“I mean it,” Regulus continues, because he’s Regulus and can’t leave things alone. “I don’t do the whole hearts and chocolates thing. I’m not the guy who—”

“I know,” James says gently, putting a kettle on. “You’re the guy who folds my laundry exactly how I like it. You’re the guy who records dumb movies for me just because they have a golden retriever in them. You’re the guy who pretends to hate cuddling but ends up wrapped around me like a damn octopus by 3 a.m.”

Regulus glares. “One time.”

“Every night,” James corrects, grinning as he gets two mugs down. “You don’t do romance, Reggie. You just do us.”

And Regulus doesn’t know how to respond to that. Not really.

So he walks over, shoves the flowers into an empty vase on the shelf by the window, and then steps into James’ space, slipping his arms around his waist from behind.

James stills, but only for a moment. Then he relaxes into it, resting his hands over Regulus’.

They stay there, warm and quiet, with the smell of lavender between them and the city muted outside the glass.

Eventually, Regulus says, “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

James hums. “So lucky.”

“And annoying.”

“I know,” James says, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “But you love me.”

Regulus sighs. “Unfortunately.”

James laughs, and it’s the kind that fills the whole room.

Romance, Regulus thinks, is a terrible word. Too soft, too sweet. Too fake.

But this? This is theirs.

And it’s almost enough to make him like the damn flowers.

[teaforthotxxx]

Rosekiller who had Pandora officiate their wedding just before the war so if anything happened, they wouldn’t have to testify against each other.

Rosekiller who claimed that they weren’t dating but would get so jealous anytime someone flirted in their direction.

Rosekiller who went on muggle raids together because they always watched each others back.

Rosekiller who saw the birth of their niece Luna Lovegood.

Rosekiller who secretly funded the Xenophillius’ paper.

Rosekiller who received goodbye letters from their best friend, Regulus Black, and instructions to find out how to destroy a horocrux.

Rosekiller who gave Pandora instructions on how to cast fiendfyre.

Rosekiller who attended Pandora’s funeral secretly because they were wanted men.

Rosekiller who comforted Luna Lovegood and gave her memorabilia of her mother because she was all that was left of their sister/sister-in-law and best friend.

Rosekiller who sat together and received news on Dorcas Meadows’ death. She didn’t even get a full headline like Reggie. She was just one name in a row of obituaries. She died thinking her closest friends betrayed her.

Rosekiller who hid together after several close calls at the Lovegood cottage.

Rosekiller accidentally spotted by Mad eye Moody. A man that Evan cost an eye. Evan Rosier who was in the middle of gathering mushrooms for stew, struck down a hex. Barty Crouch Jr who hears the fighting and rushes down to see Evan fighting a squad of aurors. Barty Crouch Jr who sees his heart struck down by a stray hex.

Barty Crouch Jr who drops his wand and tries to hold his husband only to be pinned down and arrested on the spot.

Barty Crouch Jr who gives up and is sent to Azkhaban without trial because everyone he loves (his found family) is dead.

Barty Crouch Jr who spends a few years in a cell next to his best friend’s estranged brother. The brother he knows is innocent. He watches as Dementors and guards torture the righteous Gryffindor. He thinks back on his childhood, the abuse at the hands of his father, the Minister. He concludes- The ministry is corrupted.

Barty Crouch Jr who receives his first visitor in Azkhaban, his mother who is on death’s bed. She hands him poly juice potion and her house elf. He knows she wants him to live his life to its fullest. He wants to.

Barty Crouch Jr who is immediately imperioused by his father upon escaping. His mother had told his father of her plan. He is stuck in stasis as the years go by. His mother dies, he is pronounced dead, his father is promoted. He pleads for help. Begs but no sound comes out. Then, the dark lord appears.

Barty Crouch Jr who takes revenge on the man who killed his heart and replaces him in Hogwarts.

Barty Crouch Jr who sees his niece for the first time in years roaming the halls. She has Xenophillius’ complexion but she is undeniably Pandora’s daughter. She sees her hanging out with an angry younger sibling who loves quidditch (Ginny Weasley) and is immediately taken back to Pandora and Reg. He sees Blaise Zabini waltzing down the halls with Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy scowling behind. He is reminded of Dorcas, Evan and himself, prancing about the halls. Blood purity be damned. Before everything went wrong. Before the deatheaters, family obligations and Dumbledore’s child militia tore them apart.

Barty Crouch Jr who gets the dementor’s kiss. For the first time he’s filled with good memories and then the dementor takes it all.

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Something's gotten hold of my heart pt. 2

The miscommunication.

Remus Lupin x Slytherin!fem!reader

Words: 5.1k

A/n: This took sooo much longer than I originally thought, but here it is! And suprise, there's gonna be a part 3 so do not fret the cliffhanger, whoops. Anyways i hope you'll enjoy the chaos.

Warnings: insults, arranged marrige, miscomunnication, the oh... oh realisation from Regulus, idiots in love, Reggie and James having a row, Sirius having a slight panic attack, alot of self-blame, please let me know if i'm forgetting something!

Y/n is falling in love with Remus and it scares the life out of her, yet she might be ready to let him in.

There is just one problem.. Sirius' excellent communication skills.

Y/n exhales a shaky breath as Remus turns away, she didn't realize how much it had hurt her to turn him down before her eyes flicker up to see his hand already on the handle. His touch still lingering on her skin.

She too feels rejected, but why was she trying to fool herself? She has been the sole reason why Remus has turned away; she offered nothing but venomous words when he was just trying to help. In that moment y/n realizes she has to act, and regret later, the walls she build that kept her lonely and empty are starting to crumble because of this boy... The boy who’s most likely going to be gone from her life in a few seconds.

 "Remus wait!"

Her voice had caught them both off guard, seemingly promoting two very different reactions. Remus stopped his movements instantly, yet choosing not to face her quite fully, his face only tilted in her direction. Y/N's fingers twitch wanting to reach out to him, but she decides against it instead focusing on choosing her next words. "I didn't, I just.." she sighed, her body caving in on itself, shoulders slumping forward.

"It didn't mean it" she admits, her voice barely audible like it’s having a hard time breaking through the tension of the room. Remus has yet to look at her.

"It's just-" she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, shifting her weight between her feet, struggling to give him an explanation without giving too much away. "I don't tend to let people in" For a moment there’s silence. Then ever so slowly Remus turns to face her fully, nothing but softness in his face as he answers her simply with:

"I know"

Y/n shallows the lump in her throat. Of course he knew. If anyone understands what it means to carry a burden alone, it's Remus. He offers her a smile, more as a sign of understanding than a normal courtesy. "You don't have to tell me anything.." his signature gentleness shining though, as his attention is seemingly caught by the floor, before continuing. "But if you ever need someone to listen.. I’m here dove" It takes her a couple of seconds to process his words. There is no pressure, no demand- just an open door ready to lead her further away from the life she knows. It both terrifies her and calms her all at once. She glances down at her bruised knuckles again, then back up at him, his eyes holding nothing but quiet patience. Y/n nods and Remus finally makes a move to open the door, disappearing from her field of view.

 As y/n sits on her bed, her green curtains drawn, shielding her from the world, replaying their conversation. She thinks that maybe - just maybe- she doesn’t have to face this alone, yet something continues to gnaw at her soul. There’s no path, no reassurance and it scares her. She has lived in a state of survival for so long that such endeavors as love seems trivial, bathed in the ambivalence that occupies every though.

On the one hand Remus isn’t like the others, but he’s still human and there’s plenty of time for him to grow tired of her. What if she willingly sacrifices her own freedom in exchange for a broken heart that would have no way of healing?

Y/N drums her fingers quietly against her knee, like she’s waiting for the thoughts to die down at their own pace.

If everything failed, she would still have Sirius, right?

Even he has grown tired of her and why wouldn’t he? Now that he’s got all girls’ and guys’ attention, even Barty calling him pretty boy when he lacked a proper insult. Yet, there was no denying that she had to talk to him, even just for a moment to get his opinion on what her next move should be.

She can already hear his voice echoing, “What do you mean by planning your next move love? They are called feelings, not plannings”

He had always been rather controlled by his emotions, which didn’t bother her until recently, mostly because it seems he’s allowed to get away with it while she has had to obtain a perfectly curated image and it’s starting to drown her beneath the surface.

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The moment Remus' bag hits the floor of their shared dorm room, Sirius is sitting right next to him on the bed being uncharacteristically quiet. Remus doesn’t exactly make a move, mostly startled by his friend’s speed from across the room. Usually, this antic is followed by a brief (read: an hour) conversation about a new girl he magically seduced, or something that happened in quidditch practice, or maybe even a prank yet to be shared with Remus, or all three at once.

 "Remus, there's something I need to tell you"

Remus almost groans but keeps his exterior perfectly still, he can’t process anything serious at the moment (pun intended) not when the warmth of her skin still lingers on his nerve endings. Surely they’ve shared accidental touches in the library, the faint hue of pink tinting his cheeks whenever it happened, but this didn’t feel like a moment that came and went, it almost felt eternal.

And it scares him.

He fully knows how much he longs for her; he doesn’t have to be reminded every single time he looks into Sirius’ stormy eyes or overhearing the mumbling and whispers of their peers.

“What’s wrong Pads?” he slowly moved to make himself a little more comfortable, not entirely knowing what to expect.

Sirius looks down toying with one of his many golden rings before confessing.

“I have been lying to you all, it’s not real”

“what’s not real?” Remus’ confused expression strains his brows, making sure to leave a few creases years down the line.

“I love her” the sound of his voice strained and mangled as he spoke faster than his brain could register. A shiver of dread runs down Remus’ back as he knows exactly who his friend is referring to, his heart beating faster than ever despite forgetting to breathe. Remus manages to think nothing and everything in the time it takes for Sirius to speak up again.

“Well, not exactly-“ he sighs, the words he practiced disappearing and drifting away like smoke. “No one knows about it besides Regulus. Y/n and I have known each other for years through our families, and when they told us about the marriage... It just seemed like a good idea to, well you know” Sirius gets up with determination maneuvering his body to retrieve the pack of cigarettes laying on his bedside table. He positions himself next to the window, cracking it open before fully sitting down on the windowsill.

Remus wants to cry.

He realizes in that moment all his worst fears are coming true, that Sirius is going to go through with the wedding because he’s in love with Y/n. But why wouldn’t he be? It is extremely egotistical of him to think Sirius wouldn’t eventually see how smart, beautiful and wonderful she really is. That must be why his reaction to Regulus earlier today was off, he wanted to be the one to hold and comfort her.

As his thoughts are spiraling the taste of metal seeps into his senses making him realize he’s been chewing down hard on the inside of his cheek, making him grimace.

Sirius takes this as a nonverbal sign that the lanky boy disapproves, not realizing that he’s left an important piece of information unspoken.

“I know what you all think of her-“ he defends himself before getting cut off by the door flying open revealing James and Peter as they stagger into the space. The sound is what brings Remus back to reality, and against his better judgement makes a beeline towards the door, needing desperately to escape the situation.

“What’s up with Moony?” Peter inquires, plopping down on his own bed.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him move that fast in human form, like.. ever” James’ tone of voice holds a bit more concern than Peters.

Sirius’ eyes shut tightly as he lets his head bow down towards the ground. Sirius knows that the boys’ reactions to the news could be rather.. negative, yet in no made-up scenario in his head, did he ever imagine Remus storming off to the news of his friendship with the Slytherin.

“What did you say” James’ tone making it a statement rather than a question, based on years of experience with the black-haired boy’s impetuosity, which frequently is the cause of the group’s disagreements.  

Without lifting his head Sirius extends the pack towards James which he hesitantly takes, slipping a cigarette between his lips, lighting it with ease while still awaiting an explanation.

“I’ve been lying to you about my relationship with Y/n”

The two boys squint their eyes at him, Peter who seems genuinely baffled and James who’s getting just a bit tired of the dramatic pauses, the two speaking up at the same time.

“What do you mean?”

“go on”

A ping ball match of conversation ensues:

“I don’t hate her”

“Of course you do” Peter outright denies the possibility.

“She’s my best friend” Sirius tries to get the point across.

“No, I’m your best friend” James argues back in disbelieve.

“You are also my best friend” Sirius elaborates.

“You only have one Pads, that’s why it’s your best frien-“

“For merlins sake shut up Prongs, Sirius you have to explain yourself” Peter cuts James off before he can get the chance to make the situation about himself, a common theme with the curly haired boy, though never intentional.

Sirius starts the story from the beginning.

Remus hasn’t felt this way since his first transformation. It’s suffocating. It’s a gnawing feeling that fills up his entire being, his skin feels like it’s on fire. It’s the sight of a train driving towards you at full speed and you’re tied to the tracks. He needed to get out of there, replaying the sentence repeatedly.

“I love her”

First he tries to go to the astronomy tower but some icky couple with their tongues down each other’s throats has already claimed it, so he lets his autopilot brain take over, determined steps dragging towards the library. It’s as good as empty when he enters, except a few students looking stressed or asleep.

Remus’ eyes are set on the table furthest away, as he decides to seek refuge far away from anyone potentially finding him, especially The Mauraders. He just manages to slump into the wooden chair before the realization hits him like a wet towel flung at high speed.

The map..

They have the map which means he cannot run away forever. Maybe the room of requirement could shield him momentarily? It would be worth a shot- “Oh for godrics sake!” His hand flies up to cover his mouth from the sheer shock caused by the black-haired gaunt-looking boy with an uncanny resemblance to Sirius, who’s sitting staring daggers at him.

“You look terrible” Regulus greets, once again adverting his gaze downwards skimming through his potion’s notes. Remus swears the air got colder in the library.

“Hello to you too Reg” He gasped, still a little out of breath from his quick exit, looking over the younger boy’s usual gloomy features assessing the situation. Usually, this kind of sudden encounter from one of his brother’s friends would have bothered Regulus senselessly, but something deep inside of him couldn’t completely write off Remus, perhaps because of Y/n’s affections towards him, that she tried to hide.

But let’s be honest, Regulus knows her better than herself, always being one step ahead of everyone. He prefers to think of it as an “empathy injury” rather than family trauma.

“Look-“ He declares, shutting his book looking back at Remus who still looks like a kid caught in doing something wrong. “I don’t actually care about the nature of your… predicament, but since you’re a friend of Sirius’ I’ll pretend to”

Regulus looks rather stoic, hands folded together neatly on the table. Remus’ brows furrow, but Regulus notices the tightening of his jaw at the mention of his brother. After a couple of moments, the young werewolf is still searching for anything he could string a sentence with, but the younger Black isn’t as patient as his brother.

“Lupin, you look like a wet puppy, now tell me why”

Finally Remus breaks down, a stray tear making its way down his cheek getting caught on the roughness of his scars. “I, erhm Sirius and I aren’t talking right now” He admits eyes darting to the opposite side of the room, then back down towards the ground, mouth slightly agape. Regulus nods, his eyes blinking a couple of times before he leans a little forward. Remus thinks he looks too mature for his age, like he’s an adult interfering in a childish fight.

“What did brother dearest do now?” there’s a tiny smirk hidden within the curves of Regulus mouth, not necessarily because of their supposed falling out, more of a quiet acknowledgement of Sirius’ character.

“He told me about Y/n”

Regulus face falls at once.

“What about Y/n?” It doesn’t come out as a question rather a warning for him to continue carefully. Remus holds back a breath as he locks eyes with him.

“He told me about their arrangement, how he’s actually.. ” he admits dragging his hand down his face, trying his hardest to finish the sentence yet the word love wouldn’t leave his lips, but he didn’t have to before Regulus’s aurora turns murderous, eyes slightly wider as he hisses in a way only a Slytherin could.

“That dammed bastard” he whispers behind gritted teeth.

“Yeah” Remus agrees sighing, albeit for a different reason. Reggie chews on the side of his own cheek making his cheekbones appear even sharper than normal. He has feared exactly this, he knew deep down Sirius would screw it up, he knew that boy never thought properly about anyone but himself and now it will result in their best friend’s misery.

Nonetheless when Regulus’ instinctive reaction to the news subsides, his brows furrow. Actually thinking about why Remus would have such a reaction and he can’t help but flash a humorless smile, “So we really disgust you that much?” he asks, yet not really expecting an answer as he starts to pack away his notebook and quill. He feels bad for Y/n.

Remus looks caught off guard as he manages to question Regulus’ statement. “What?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me Lupin, the only reason you could possibly be this upset by the arrangement is-“ The sentence dies out as the object of their conversation suddenly appears a few feet away from them, promoting Regulus to look at Y/n, who’s happily walking towards the pair.

“Hi Reggie” She greets him, turning to face Remus greeting him with a sly smile “Lupin”

Regulus looks over to Remus and it finally dawns on him like a ton of bricks. There was no mistaking the look of pure adoration emanating from Lupin, the way his pupils visibly enlarges at the sight of her, the small breath that remains caught in his throat, the parting of lips and, wait a second..

Oh… oh.

Regulus instantly feels like he has discovered a rather intimate secret, one he hasn’t expected, which in his world results in a bit of skepticism. A romance between the two would explain a lot, but Y/n is smarter than that surely, in his mind there’s no happy ending for the couple; should this miscommunication be solved, he’s sure of it.

Anyhow a small smile creeps up on him finding the situation almost humorous, cause of course his brother’s falling out with Remus is caused by jealousy that results from Sirius’ poor phrasing. Atlas he decides to keep the cards close to his chest, not revealing anything as Y/n sits down next to him.

Remus feels ready to run again. The last thing he wants to do is be bathed in the presence of her light that highlights all his own eternal flaws and misery. Love is a cruel thing, to make his heart soar only to completely crush it in the span of a year.

“Since when do you two talk?” Y/n asks, seemingly uncomfortable with the attention focused on her, yet no answer is given straight away, Regulus only clearing his throat while stealing a glimpse of the boy on his left side before looking down towards his notes, sliding a piece of parchment towards the girl.

“We, erh, we don’t, I was just looking for a book on potions and Reg here-” Remus offers her with an almost convincing smile before he’s cut off.

“and you were just leaving to find it, weren’t you.. Lupin” Regulus says so softly it almost doesn’t sound like a passive aggressive way to get him to leave. Remus nods and stands, but not before stealing one final glance at Y/n.

Watching him leave, she turns towards Regulus clearly searching for an explanation, yet the younger boy only continues writing. “Reggi-“ She starts, but stops when her eyes trail down to where his hand suddenly engulfs her own comfortingly. A few seconds pass before he starts to speak, lifting his head slightly as he thinks about how to tell her how oblivious she’s been. That would be easy enough he figures, but having to tell her about Sirius’ betrayal of her trust would be difficult.

Speaking of difficult, three pairs of shoes running across the library makes Regulus lose whatever patience he’s maintaining, as their faces appear looking rather frazzled.

“Arh brother dearest” Sirius quickly turns to Y/n “Love, have you seen Remus?” he asks her with such a softness she’s never experienced while being surrounded by others. It makes her freeze, her sight ping ponging between the four of them before settling on Regulus silently asking for help at navigating the situation, since he clearly looks like he magically knows what’s going on.

With a quick huff of air, he explains “Sirius told all of his friends about your... arrangement”

And just like that the tension snaps like a fragile piece of string, a string Y/n might use to choke out Sirius, Regulus wonders as her face turns a little redder, eyes staring daggers like his own had done moments before.

A few minutes have passed before anyone can get a coherent word in, Y/n and Sirius having argued like an old married couple, hurling insults and blame around like snowballs at wintertime in the courtyard. The atmosphere is tense as James tries his best to defend Sirius, standing behind him like a guard dog and Regulus mirroring him behind Y/n. Peter recons it’s like watching a tennis match, just scarier.

Y/n stands with her arms crossed, cold and distant, her body language creating a thick wall between her and Sirius. The tension in the room is palpable. Sirius, his usual confident demeanor slipping away, reaches out, his hands trembling slightly as they hover near her arms.

“Y/n, I never meant for any of this to happen. You know I care about you, right? I thought-I thought I was doing the right thing. I had to tell them, I had to…” Sirius desperately tries to reason with her, eyes getting redder by the minute.

Sirius’s heart clenches, his eyes filled with regret. “Y/n, please, they’re not gonna tell anyone-“

“Do you have any idea how much this could ruin everything for me, for us?” Her voice trembles slightly, the hurt in her words cutting deep. She pulls back even further, eyes not meeting his. “You leave me to handle everything on my own and then you jeopardize my future.”

 A frustration bubbles within him as Regulus steps forward, his tone colder than ever, cutting off his older brother, almost snarling at him.

“No, you should have kept it between us. This isn’t just some minor mistake, Sirius. This is a matter of life and death!” Regulus’s eyes bore into him, voice dripping with disdain as he delivers the final sting, forcing a laugh “You never think about anyone else, do you?”

Sirius’s face falls, his brow furrowing as a nerve near his right eye twitches in response. He opens his mouth to defend himself, but no words come out. Instead, he looks down, almost ashamed, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

James, unable to stand by and let Regulus continue, steps forward, getting in his face.

“Oh, you don’t get to talk to him like that, not when you know why he left your precious noble house of Black”

Regulus glares at James.

“Yeah, I think you’re forgetting your place, Potter.”

In the background, students who had been asleep start to scramble out of the room, trying to avoid getting caught in the middle. But Y/n doesn’t care—she’s too focused on the turmoil in front of her.

Y/n’s patience snaps, and she finally raises her voice, her frustration boiling over. In the back of her mind, she’s silently thanking merlin that Madame Pince is nowhere to be found. The whole scene has grown chaotic, and the library, once peaceful, now feels like a warzone. Her voice rings out with more authority than ever.

“I think you’re both forgetting your places!” She looks at James, who is still standing silently with arms crossed, then Regulus, who is breathing heavily with disdain. “You both care too much about something that is none of your businesses. Stop shouting at each other.”

The room quiets for a moment. The harsh words from Regulus and James hang in the air, but the heated exchange has worn itself thin.

Sirius with his face pale and eyes clouded, has grown uncharacteristically still, staring at the ground.

There are small marks of dirt littered across the wooden floor he notices.

The room is starting to spin, his hands numb, thoughts spiraling out of control.

Y/n is watching him carefully, a small sigh escaping her lips as she realizes just how deeply he’s affected. Surely she feels betrayed, but the look on his face blinds her from any previous emotion. She steps closer, her presence a soft contrast to the sharpness of their argument. Her fingers, gently fit firmly, finding their way to his arm, an apology of sorts. The warmth of her touch soothes him, pulling him from his spiraling thoughts. Sirius closes his eyes, almost as if he's trying to keep the world from crashing down on him. She engulfs him in a hug and he reaches out clinging onto her, his hands grabbing at her sweater, clutching it as if it were a lifeline.

His voice is barely above a whisper, breaking in a way Y/n was uncomfortably familiar with. “I didn’t mean to ruin it, Y/n. Please… You must believe me. I didn’t want to leave you. I never meant to hurt you.”

Y/n’s heart is aching for him, her face softens. She runs a hand up his back in a soothing gesture, then resting it at the back of his head. Her voice is quietly seeping through the emotion in the room like a lullaby. When Sirius breaks the judgement is over, everyone gathers an ounce of decency to give her the space she needs to comfort him. “It’s okay, Siri,” she murmurs, a somber smile gracing her lips. “I know you didn’t mean to.” For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Sirius allows himself to relax, her warmth soothing him away from the memories he’s so desperately trying to forget, dug up by her disappointment mixed with the sharp words of his brother. The tightness in his chest eases, and his hands stop trembling.

James and Regulus having calmed down, are watching the exchange. There’s a palpable shift in the room, the tension dissipating with every passing moment as the storm of emotions settles into something more manageable. Regulus, his earlier fury softened, exhaling sharply. James, still protective of his friend, glances at Regulus but stays quiet. Peter speaks up for the first time since they started yelling, drawing the group’s attention.

“Not to interrupt your moment, but..” He leans closer to James and Sirius like it would help shield the sound from reaching Y/n and Regulus. “Should we have brought the map?”

Their demeanor changes comically fast.

James and Sirius simultaneously face palm, a groan escaping the formers lips as he readjusts his glasses. “Merlin, this is why we can’t afford a falling out with Moony" He mutters under his breath. “Wait a second, why do you need the map?” Y/n questions as she slowly releases Sirius looking up at him for an explanation. Peter’s head whips towards her as he makes a sound of exasperation, “How does she know about the map?”

But before Sirius can answer him, she speaks up over him. “Who do you think gave him the enchantment to-“

“That! Is not incredibly important right now, we just need to find Moony” Sirius interrupts. Peter decides to let it lie... for now.

“Remus? He was just here asking Regulus about a book for potions class” she looks to the younger boy for conformation, yet he only offers a sideway glance.

“What way did he go?” James inquires.

“I dunno, it looked like he took a left out of the library-“

“Thank you darling!” Sirius yells as the three marauders set off towards the door, yet they are cut short by the doors flying shut. "What in the-"

“Wait” Y/n yells, placing her wand back into its place in her beltloop. “What’s wrong with Remus?” a gnawing feeling was coursing through her entire being, making it impossible to think. Remus had left awfully quickly once she had arrived at the table, maybe he was still hurt by their interaction earlier. She had to fix it, the rest of the guys shouldn´t have to clean up the mess she had caused. “I told him about us and he just.. freaked out, I don’t know” Sirius admits. Her eyes dull blinking away the oncoming emotions.

Of course it is her fault, of course Remus would be angry. Technically they had both withheld an important piece of information. Regulus sonders over with long steps speaking up. “Since all of you have the emotional intelligence of a wooden spoon I might have to interject”

“Alright then, c’mon spit it out” James' hand continuing a rolling motion for him to continue. He sighs, exchanging a glance, before continuing

“Well it’s quite obvious those two idiots are in love, you know, the fugitive and the door-slammer”

The wind is knocked from Y/n's chest as James laughs “Remus in love with her? Has he ever even talked to her? All he’s heard about her is Sirius talking shi-“ He coughs catching himself before trying to do damage control.

“soo many nice things-”

“Is it true?” Sirius asks her as their eyes lock, and before she can even speak Sirius already has his answer. It’s written all over her face, the fragile look that she never allowed herself to show before. It´s like a light emanating from her in a way he hasn't noticed until now. “We’ve talked in the library a couple of times, nothing scandalous but…” she trails off. She’s afraid of Sirius' reaction but as soon as he registers her response, he grins from ear to ear wrapping his arms around lifting her from the ground.

“I can’t believe it! You’re perfect for each other! My best mates are in love!”

“What am I to you? Chopped lever? Ouch-“ James groans as Peter levels him with a swift smack.  

“Leave the ego trip for the Quidditch pitch Prongs, and if we’re done celebrating love, we still need to find him before someone else does” He scolds.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing with Peter, but we should go find him, I can’t stand the idea that he’s out there all alone, he could get hurt! Why aren’t you fools doing anything, merlin” As quickly as she can her legs carry her she runs out into the hall, leaving the boys to follow her.

It felt natural for Y/n and Sirius to split from the group to cover more ground while James and Peter went back to their dorm to retrieve the map. Their search is quiet, as they move past teachers and avoid waking the sleeping portraits. They don't dare speak until they find themselves outside school grounds, dressed too poorly for the cold weather.

"I might have, accidentally might I add, led dear Remus to believe we're in love.." She couldn't find it in herself to respond the way she wants to, mostly a verbal hurl of insults. But one main thing stuck to her thoughts, halting her step, making Sirius look back at her, the wind making his long hair flow almost cinematically. "Are you telling me you're not in love with me?" The intensity of their stare only lasts a couple of seconds before a howl of laughter emits from both. Sirius relaxes throwing his arm around her shoulders, mostly to subtly warm her. "You had me going there for a second pumpkin… now- I can tell you're thinking about something, you get this murderous look when you're pensive”

It takes a couple of seconds for her to gather her thoughts, having to remind herself that she is in a, somewhat, safe space.

"Do you reckon Reggie is right?" She tugs her bottom lip in between her teeth, keeping it hostage, hindering her from speaking up out of nervousness. Sirius only smirks looking out in the distance. "Regulus is a lot of things... but unfortunately, he's quite bright" he reassures her.

"Are you okay with it? I know you had your moment of pure mania back in the library, but" she cuts off her own sentence before adding the dreaded question.

 "Is all of this going to be okay?”

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

♾️ Books for World Autism Month + Neurodiversity Celebration Week

♾️ The last week of March was Neurodiversity Celebration Week. My post is (obviously) late, but April is also World Autism Month (beginning with World Autism Awareness Day on April 2). To generate additional awareness, here are a few books by autistic authors and/or about autistic characters. First slide features books coming out later this year. On the last slide, you'll also find books with additional neurodiversity rep (including characters with ADHD, dyslexia, and OCD).

✨ The Many Half-Lived Lives of Sam Sylvester - Maya MacGregor ✨ Unbroken ed. - Marieke Nijkamp ✨ The Reanimator’s Heart - Kara Jorgensen ✨ An Unkindness of Ghosts - Rivers Solomon ✨ Failure to Communicate - Kaia Sønderby ✨ Hazelthorn - CG Drews ✨ Don’t Forget to Breathe - Brianna R. Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum ✨ Hollow - Taylor Grothe ✨ Compound Fracture - Andrew Joseph White ✨ To a Darker Shore - Leanne Schwartz ✨ The Problem with Gravity - Michelle Mohrweis ✨ Ellen Outside the Lines - A.J. Sass

✨ The Bride Test - Helen Hoang ✨ Daniel, Deconstructed - James Ramos ✨ Tonight We Rule the World - Zack Smedley ✨ Paige Not Found - Jen Wilde ✨ Something More - Jackie Khalilieh ✨ Uncomfortable Labels - Laura Kate Dale ✨ The Luis Ortega Survival Club - Sonora Reyes ✨ Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl - Brianna R. Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum ✨ The Spirit Bares Its Teeth - Andrew Joseph White ✨ The Brightsiders - Jen Wilde ✨ The Boys in the Back Row - Mike Jung ✨ Hating Jesse Harmon - Robin Mimna

✨ Queens of Geek - Jen Wilde ✨ The Maid - Nita Prose ✨ The Heart Principle - Helen Hoang ✨ The Girl Who Played with Fire - Stieg Larsson ✨ Even If We Break - Marieke Nijkamp ✨ The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time - Mark Haddon ✨ Unseelie - Ivelisse Housman ✨ This Could Be Us - Kennedy Ryan ✨ Act Your Age, Eve Brown - Talia Hibbert ✨ The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang ✨ On the Edge of Gone - Corinne Duyvis ✨ Against the Stars - Christopher Hartland

✨ Tell Me How It Ends - Quinton Li ✨ Izzy at the End of the World - K.A. Reynolds ✨ Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings ✨ Fake It Till You Bake It - Jamie Wesley ✨ Whatever Happens - Micalea Smeltzer ✨ Gimmicks and Glamour - Lauren Melissa Ellzey ✨ Last Call at the Local - Sarah Grunder Ruiz ✨ Reggie and Delilah's Year of Falling - Elise Bryant ✨ The Charm Offensive - Alison Cochrun ✨ A Prayer for Vengeance - Leanne Schwartz ✨ Tilly in Technicolor - Mazey Eddings ✨ If Only You - Chloe Liese

✨ The Unbalancing - R.B. Lemberg ✨ The Outside by Ada Hoffmann ✨ Stars in the Daylight Sky - Maya MacGregor ✨ The Broposal - Sonora Reyes

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating (not on you). egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - C

C is for Wally's competency and control on and off the field. That single-minded focus that he puts toward the task at hand. He's not a show-off, doesn't flaunt his skills unless the showmanship is called for—"And that's another touchdown assisted by 57!"—you know, those times when the crowd is chanting his name and Coach is punching the air.

It may be hard to believe, but Wally dedicates a lot of time to learning about what interests him. Does the research, collects the tools, and works himself hard until he has it mastered before he shares what he's capable of with others.

This dedication earned him employee of the month at Reggie's Auto Repair several months in a row; big hands making quick, greasy work of mistreated car parts. It's how he helped his grandfather remodel his mama's kitchen; expertly cutting pieces of wood for new cabinets; drilling in the finished product; smearing mud on the wall to set the new backsplash his mama swooned over at Home Depot.

Point is, Wally's gets really fucking good at whatever he puts his mind to. And, these days his mind is almost exclusively occupied by you. A cyclical kaleidoscope of things he's learned about you on auto-play from the moment he wakes up to the moment he passes out.

He wants to learn more—everything—about you. Your favorite food, color, season, show; your stupid star sign, fuck, e v e r y t h i n g. And he will. Because that's what Wally does. He absorbs facts like a sponge and sticks them in his arsenal to use when he needs to.

Wally wields his knowledge like a weapon in the bedroom, noting every sound you make as he tests the waters. He's draped over you, propped up on an elbow, watching your face for clues as his hand tracks down down down your side to your hip to your thigh. Squeezes hard enough to leave prints and lifts your leg to hook is around his waist.

"You want me, baby?" He asks, grinding against you, your skin and his wet with too much black cherry lube. His breathing is ragged, voice strained, hips a maddeningly slow back-and-forth as he teases those sounds out of you. "Want me inside you?"

He dips in, brushes his lips over yours once, tickle-soft, before truly pressing in with teeth and tongue. The kiss is dirty, hard, deep, but the roll of his hips remains at that too-slow pace.

"Want me to make you feel good, baby?" He pinches your nipple between thumb and index. He smirks, proud and so fucking turned on, when you grab him by his necklace and drag him into another kiss.

It's all he needs to convince him to stop teasing, line himself up, and rock into you with one hard thrust. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut, expression open and pink and so fucking beautiful it takes everything in Wally not to bust a nut right then and there. You've done quickies in the locker room, fast ones in the car, and as hot as all that is, Wally wants to see what you look like when he fucks you slow.

He can last for a while. Has made a fucking point to learn how to prolong his own pleasure so he can give you yours and he isn't going to consider coming until you're a mess beneath him. Sobbing and begging and needy for him to fill you up. And you will be. Because he's learned, hasn't he?

Reaching under the pillow beside you, he pulls out something he's been aching to play with. He shifts, up and back, sitting on his haunches as he turns you onto your side. You make such a pretty picture, hair fanned out, eyes glazed, lips bitten pink and pouty.

"Gonna be a good girl for me?" Wally presses the button. The wand starts to vibrate, low at first and then harder as he adjusts it. "Gonna let me play with you?"

Before you can respond, Wally places the head of the toy against your clit at the same time he rams into you. A choked-off moan, head thrown back, fingers clawing Wally's chest, arms, hips.

"That's it baby," He coos, rolling his hips, in and out, cock grazing every nerve-ending inside you, fat tip hitting your g-spot on every upstroke. "That's it, fuck, you're so hot, baby," Wally groans and he can't look away, has to watch you tremble apart over and over as you convulse around him.

Minutes later, "You're gonna make me come," he warns, listening to your mewls and moans and pleas for mercy, too much, please, Wally, I can't please please please, I can't.

And it's blinding; a long, flushed, thunderous feeling when Wally comes inside you, grinning like an idiot because he's learned more about your threshold for pleasure-pain and plans to use that knowledge over and over again, until you can't think of anything else but how good Wally makes you feel.

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SPOILERS for Inside No 9: Stage/Fright!

I was lucky enough to attend the matinee performance on 25th Jan, and now I'm going to ramble about it :D

I'm given to understand that y'all who want them are already adequately furnished with plot summaries etc (excited to read them! waiting to do so until after I've got all this down) - so I won't worry about deep-diving. This'll be a mix of things that particularly struck me, and details that would have been unique to the performance I saw :)

I sneakily secretly got front row tickets (!!) for me and @toosicktopray, and I didn't tell them where we were going until we got there (I didn't even tell them we were going anywhere until that morning!) :D Then afterwards we got to meet up with @silverview and @unreesonable, and we ended up just chatting shit for hours! The boys didn't come to the stage door (apparently because "they're old men" :P) but that was better, frankly <3

Opening "theatre" skit/front-of-curtain prologue:

oh, this has Reece's fingerprints all over it! Getting to sit and simmer with comic rage over literally the exact same things that he's frothed with comic rage about on podcasts? Having no lines to need to learn, and then getting to do a bunch of revenge-fantasy murders? And get spattered with stage blood? Go off :3

aaaa one of Reece's secretly-poppers quick-change shirt buttons had popped open when he came front-of-curtain (probably got overenthusiastic doing his murdering) - maybe the third one down, at his upper stomach - and all I saw underneath was what I presumed to be a white undershirt, so I went back to staring at his face - but toosicktopray caught a little glimpse of his fluffy tummy above it!! (so it was probably actually his mic belt or something)

BCDR:

When they knocked down the wall during Brown Bottles, there was this great WHOMPH of air (and bits of dust and stuff, according to toosicktopray :P) right into the front row :O

Also it took Reece/Tommy two goes to actually smash the brown bottle over Steve/Len's head :P (the first time it just went "boink" XD)

Credit where it's due, Steve's very good at doing the not-actually-his-own-hand stuff :D (love me some of that shit). I'd say not all of the routines necessarily worked as well live as they do with the camera angles in the ep, but imo honestly that one was better :)

Kidnappers Sketch:

Wheelie bin with an 18 (1+8 = 9, or two 9s) on it in the background scenery!

toosicktopray saw the hare. Where? There, on the stair!

I'm not the biggest Quiet Night In enjoyer, but I liked the characters better with dialogue, tbh :)

It took Reece/Tommy(/Geoff or whoever the fuck he's being) two goes to fire the gun XD "It's not even loaded. [gun doesn't go off] I'll try that again."

Our special celebrity guest was Gary Kemp! He really went for it, to the extent that I think Reece was breaking character (smirking) a bit while e.g. waiting for him to finish a much longer flamenco than expected XD The charade (as has been documented) was "Car Reek Hemp", and it was quite funny watching Reece frantically yell out lots of synonyms for hemp, which Steve was miming as you might expect ("dope! skunk! uh, weed!"). Couldn't help thinking about "The Quiet Ones! The Quiet Things! Be Quiet...!" The way Len incensed him was to keep singing "I know this much is true" except substituting in e.g. "glue", "poo". Missed opportunity to callback it in Tears of Laughter ("laughter is my memory of poo" "it's you!"), which would have been overambitious/flow-breaking, but amusing. Also jokes about mistaking him for his brother :P ("I loved you in Eastenders!" "That was Martin!" "I thought your brother was called Reggie?" "That's the Krays!")

Briefly glimpsed Reece's trademark cartoonist block lettering on the pad they hold up for the celeb to read off! <3 I feel like the bit of paper with '9'/'6' on it might have been his handiwork too?? The attention to detail <3

Terreur de l'Asile

Pahahaha well now it's getting bonkers :D

Ticked off my bingo card: Reece going boink boink boink :3 (in the Elements Song)

Ticked off Reece's bingo card: getting forcibly restrained with one arm bent up behind his back :P If you had complete creative co-control over what you had to do once a day for the next ten weeks (and twice on Saturdays)...

ohoho speaking of which how about Steve taking control of your mind and forcing you to do his bidding o.O

I like Hugo's character design :) Always a fan of braces! I think I used to have a pair that was quite similar, actually, which was distracting :P And his floofy curls :D

I like Marcus too! With his wig that's kind of just a younger Reece's hair :P wandering around in his bloodstained sawn-off pyjamas XD Very here for both the ludicrous melodrama and the arch meta reveal :P

Kooky popstar woman was so good! They were all great, but her especially :) doing her "dead face" and her hammy audition tape :D

Ahh the conceit with her taking the camera backstage was so imaginative and super creepy! Shades of Dead Line. Christ, when the person unseen picks the camera back up again D:

Oh no, poor Reece, having to get choked to death every night and twice on Saturdays :3 (but also, having to embody any degree of sexual energy just beforehand, which... not really his forte?! :P)

Curtain call, and beyond:

Ahhh that was a fun show. Wait, what? WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK, STEVE? STEVE! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL INSANE! Oh my god there's MORE, what NOW?! :D

Hahhh omg he killed him again XD

"Reece Shearsmith, 1969-2025" now that's fucking ballsy to do in January X'D

Hahhh omg he killed him again!!

Aaaah Reece in his pretty white Marty Hopkirk getup! <3

Ticked off Reece's bingo card: be a ghost :3 god he'd fucking love that... "if nobody can see me, then nobody can notice me, then I can't do anything wrong" D:

"All I get is fucking Little Toby!" okay FIRST OF ALL: Toby's real name is Toby :D and SECOND OF ALL: Reece calling his own understudy little?! :D

The idea of Reece falling to his death through a trapdoor shouldn't be as weirdly delightful as it is XD

For the James Acaster enjoyers: "Every ghost story is a love story when you love ghosts" :P (- toosicktopray)

Good gracious, they have never been so Morecambe and Wise as suddenly appearing in top hat and tails stage left while all the chorus folks are vigorously waving fans stage right :P

Awww, they finally found another Nine to be Inside, and it was Cloud! :3

Loose change thoughts:

Bloody lovely use of lighting throughout - subverting things by turning it on the audience, using bright light to mask what's happening in darkness (e.g. suddenly fucking Little Toby!!) - and I didn't know using onstage cameras/screens was becoming a theatre trope, but I enjoyed how they messed with it :)

OK, so, some of Reece's characters wear glasses (including "himself", wearing his "own" "everyday" glasses), and some don't - fascinated to know whether he's got prescription costume glasses and is just pushing through the blur the rest of the time (seems both unlikely and unsafe!), OR whether he's wearing contacts and all the glasses are fake including his "own" "everyday" glasses <3

A perfectly entertaining show all round but dear god when they pulled us into Steve's shared hallucination that fucking Little Toby had been Reece all along it felt like a crackfic unfolding before my very eyes XD Utterly deranged behaviour and it tickled me so much!! The canon-typical meta nonsense and fridge uncanniness of it all! The implication that we too are so obsessed with Reece that we hallucinate him along with Steve (uhh don't @ me)! The way it retroactively both completely centres Reece in the narrative (even when he's playing a character) (me staring at every Reece character going "mmm, Reece": justified) and simultaneously completely erases him from it!... GO OFF, LADS XD

And the fucking audacity of them to position themselves as in the Morecambe and Wise mould! People will hate it and I bloody love it XD I mean, yes, to us, the fans, the comparison is perfectly apt - silly fluffy adorably-close Northern comic geniuses - but imagine, for the casual viewer/journo - it's those two ghoulish twisted fuckers from that thing in the 90s with the nosebleeds, what's their names again, that write those gory bleak plays full of death and tragedy and then slap the "BBC Comedy" logo on them, and they're playing at being the most famous, beloved and wholesome comedy double act in the history of British television?! Oh my fucking god I can't wait for press night ;)

Similarly, the way it was basically wall-to-wall vaudeville and knob gags, which, sure, we expect (and frankly makes the most entertaining use of their talents in a live setting - it's well-executed vaudeville and knob gags), but, uh, probably has more Actual JokesTM total than the entire TV series put together (and about 300% less horror and heartbreak than your average ep). Again, I was utterly down for it! Some folks... will be less so XD

Is there anything they can't do?... uh, write a single coherent two-hour plot-line, apparently XD (hey, man, I get it! I'm a one-shot guy too! ;) )

All in all, a very fun and silly time! By all means Ask Me AnythingTM, unless possibly it's about Steve, bc he could have had his fly open the whole time and I wouldn't have noticed XD

[asktheumbrellas]

can i tell five i love him so much n he doesn’t have to keep on acting like a douchebag because everyone loves him n there’s no shame in loving his family back tysm

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Most of the family has dispersed, but Lila sits on the floor next to Klaus as she paints his nails black. Five is still in his spot, now reading again. Viktor is fiddling with his thumbs on the armchair that sits before the fireplace, clearly bored.

The box spins again.

Lila sets the bottle of polish down and opens it, pulling out the note inside. She begins to read it, but quickly cuts herself off and drops the paper back on the table. “It’s about Five. I’m not reading that.”

Five perks up. “Hm?”

Viktor, eager for something to do, walks over and picks up the note as Lila returns to Klaus’ nails. He reads the note aloud and Klaus gives Five a goofy smile. “Aww, look at Cinco, getting the appreciation he deserves.”

“They also called me a douchebag.”

Lila nods. “They were spot-on.”

Five glares at her. “I’m not an asshole. I’m honest. Blunt.” He looks down. “You bunch of idiots need bluntness when we’re saving the world.”

“We’re not saving the world anymore, old man,” Klaus gives him a genuine expression.

Five studies him for a minute. “Yeah… yeah, I know.” He sits in the now uncomfortable silence before speaking again. “Do you guys think I’m an asshole?”

“Yes.” Lila is also blunt.

Viktor furrows his brows at her and looks back to Five. “Sometimes, you can be a little… rough.”

“Amen, brother.” Klaus nods in agreement.

Five sits with the discomfort for a while. “Didn’t realize,” he says as he watches the fire climb and fall again and again.

“Hey, that’s alright. Most old people don’t realize.” Klaus inches over and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Five squints at his brother. “I’m not that old, you nimwit.”

“You aren’t? Aren’t you, like, 79 or something, now?”

Five tilts his head, his eyes squinted and brows furrowed. “Still 58.”

Klaus’ eyes widen. “You’ve been 58 for too long. We gotta get you to age a few years.”

Five looks back down at his book. “Believe me, I’d love to live long enough to age again.”

“Hey, man, we’re going to.” Viktor gives him a small, reassuring smile.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Lila announces as she pulls Klaus back over to continue on his nails. “I couldn’t handle Five being a decent, kind person. Carry on as you were.”

Five gives her a nod out of solace and returns to his book as Viktor flops back down on the armchair. “Yeah, I guess you kinda earned the right to be an ass, surviving an apocalypse, and then stopping two more in a row.”

Lila pauses. “In a row?”

Five looks up at her. “Yep. Almost watched the world end, jumped, just to nearly watch it end again. Didn’t even get to change my uniform ‘til we got to that stupid hotel.”

“Our Reggie’s probably rolling over in his grave, thinking about how you saved the world twice in those godawful uniforms he forced us into.” Klaus smiles.

Five nods. “I hope so, the old dog deserves it.”

The room returns to a silence again, no longer uncomfortable, but content.

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[shitty-mh-aus]

Marble Hornets but Delsin Rowe from InFamous Second Son is a main character

His graffiti pieces are seen on walls throughout the entries and Delsin's brother Reggie appears as a minor reoccurring character that doesn't change the plot in any significant way

At the end Delsin kills the operator and it's revealed that Tim is a plant conduit

Also everyone lives and marries eachother (huge Polycule) including Delsin and Fetch and Eugene (other characters from Second Son)

Except for Reggie and he gets a lovely transmasc boyfriend

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[dwcmarshalarts]

Ewan Everett Figes has a family! His mother Helen is a professor of pre-exodus (from the Earth) literature at Parsinee University, Wipani planet. Older brother Wilson Frederick, i.e. "Fred" Figes is a journalist, who's worked his way up to co-editor of the Wipani Star, focusing mainly on foreign policy issues.

FRED FIGES Ewan's older brother (by 8 years) Wilson Frederick had been put-off from an early age from any kind of military service, to Everett's disappointment. Fred had a distaste for what he saw as a kind of "mind-numbing" obedience/deference to authority, and often got into rows with his father in the early days about the role of armed forces in various complicated engagements. He channeled this attitude into a career as a journalist, something that given his mother's background in academics was something the family "could accept." However, his chosen-topics still represented a long-running anti-interventionist streak that made for contentious family dinners, especially with his father and brother Ewan. He, his wife and daughter live in New Liege, Wipani.

HELEN FIGES Born Helen Carmodie, "Mrs. Figes" has had quite a storied life of her own. For being a professor in pre-exodus (from Earth) literature, Helen's demeanor is far from what you would expect from a book-cloistered academic. Her respectfully snarky attitude and occasionally foul-mouth ended up getting her a reputation as the "fun" professor at Parsinee, but she is the furthest thing from a stranger to whipping a class into order if need be.

She met Everett Figes while she was working part-time at a deli near the Bagstram Military Academy on Wipani. Her irreverent sense of humor and Everett's understated mischief combined made them inseparable despite their contrasting views, and the two would marry shortly after university. She would temporarily put her rapidly advancing university career on hold to raise their first son Fred, but eventually hit the ground running after a couple months leave. She would butt heads with Everett on what direction to raise Fred, but would ultimately win out softening his approach. By the time she had Ewan, she'd already been fairly settled in her career, and Everett and her had at this point reached a more reasonable understanding of balancing their parenting. Despite her many successes though, she would say her biggest mistake was never being able to wean Everett off of smoking, which largely led to his diagnosis with esophageal cancer in 2341, to which he would succumb in 2346, devastating the family, and especially their newly commissioned officer son Ewan. She would continue to persevere however as the new family matriarch, and would later become head of her department at Parsinee.

She lives on-campus at Parsinee University, Parsinee town on Wipani.

EVERETT FIGES Born on the planet Reggi, Everett Figes was the second generation career military man in his family after his father Frederick T. Figes. He'd spend the early days of his life in the typical athletic throng before attending Bagstram, the sector's lead military academy, and having to live off-world at Wipani.

As a parent, Everett's disposition could have been described as firm but not uncaring. Having always had issues showing vulnerabilities even to loved ones, Everett was unintentionally emotionally distant during most of his parenthood, only having a turn-around in raising Ewan (a fact that still bothers Fred after Everett's passing).

As far as his military career went, Everett spent a number of years directing different non-frontline Ground Forces engineering facilities before being transferred to active command of infantry. He never partook in any pivotal combat operations, or galactically significant theaters of war- something that he tried to change, but nonetheless couldn't by the time he received his diagnosis.

It was around that time then that he'd try to make amends with Fred, while Ewan would visit him every weekend from Bagstram. Fred was initially very resistant to this, but seeing him getting worse each time he visited, realized the seriousness of the situation

Everett is buried at the Field of Heroes on the grounds of the Bagstram Military Academy on Wipani.

Original art and story by DWC Marshal Arts

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Stream Reminder!

I'll be playing inFAMOUS Second Son again tonight at 9:15PM EST on YouTube! Hope to see y'all there✨

[bradleysass]

red + string - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 631

James Potter doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in making things happen, in chasing after what he wants, in sheer dumb luck. But fate? No, that’s some fairytale nonsense, and he’s always been too impatient for fairytales.

Which is why it’s ridiculous that he keeps running into Regulus Black.

The first time, it’s the grocery store. James is pushing a cart with one wonky wheel, trying to make a very important decision between two brands of cereal, when he turns, and—bam—his cart slams into another. The other cart is filled with absurdly neat rows of organic produce, meticulously stacked like it belongs in a stock photo. And standing behind it is Regulus Black, scowling at him as if James has personally ruined his day.

James grins. “Fancy seeing you here, Reggie.”

Regulus exhales through his nose. “Don’t call me that.”

“You eat fruit? Thought you lived off espresso and disdain.”

Regulus blinks at him, unimpressed, and then without a word, steers his cart in the opposite direction.

James watches him go, feeling strangely victorious. He chalks it up to nostalgia—because sure, he and Regulus have crossed paths a handful of times over the years, mostly through Sirius, but it’s been ages since they’ve had an actual conversation. He almost forgets about it.

Until it happens again.

This time, it’s Remus’ apartment. James drops by unannounced (as one does when they have no regard for their friends’ schedules), barges into the living room, and nearly topples over when he spots Regulus curled up on Remus’ couch, sipping tea like he belongs there.

James stares. “Are you squatting here? Have you been secretly living in Moony’s flat?”

Regulus doesn’t even look up from his book. “I’m allowed to visit my friends, Potter.”

James gapes at Remus, betrayed. “Since when are you guys friends?”

Remus sips his tea, unfazed. “Since university. Some of us can maintain normal adult friendships without dramatics.”

James plops down on the armrest of the couch, still watching Regulus like he might disappear. He doesn’t. Instead, he flips a page, entirely ignoring James’ existence. James should be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.

The third time, James literally walks into him.

He’s at an art museum, pretending to be cultured, when he gets distracted by a group of schoolkids loudly debating whether one of the paintings looks like an old man or a really ugly dog. He’s laughing to himself when he turns a corner and—

Smacks straight into Regulus.

James stumbles back, blinking. “Are you haunting me?”

Regulus looks up at him, unimpressed as ever. “This is a public space, Potter.”

“That’s what a ghost would say.”

Regulus rolls his eyes and steps around him, but James is quicker. He steps into stride beside him. “So, what’s your favorite piece here?”

Regulus narrows his eyes, like he’s trying to determine if James is being serious. He must decide he is, because after a moment, he sighs and gestures subtly to a painting in the next room. “That one.”

James follows his gaze, expecting something cold and dark, something perfectly curated and distant. But it’s not. It’s soft brushstrokes and warm colors, almost dreamlike.

“Huh,” James says. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the sentimental type.”

Regulus glances at him. “That’s because you don’t know me.”

James doesn’t have a good response to that. Because he’s right—he doesn’t know Regulus. Not really. But it seems, lately, that the universe keeps throwing them together, over and over again. And James has never been one to ignore an opportunity.

So he grins. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to fix that.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow but doesn’t immediately shut him down. And James counts that as a win.

Maybe the red strings of fate aren't such nonsense after all.

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when these bones decay - jegulus, canon divergent, 3k

James Potter used to dream in technicolor. His childhood was warm yellow. Hogwarts was a startling red. James lived his life in black and white, in red and green, no room for in-between. Until he fell in love with Regulus Black and the world delved into overwhelming shades of grey. And then the war started.

give me your two lips (baby, i'll shut up) - jegulus, frat boy james, 5k

“Sure, sure. Say, Reggie, what are you doing on this side of campus?” James glances up at their surroundings, Greek Row. Regulus doesn’t really come here, eager to avoid, well, people like James. “Sirius asked me to come.” “If you say so,” James says, but the way he’s arching his eyebrow tells Regulus he doesn’t buy it. Regulus feels the tips of his ears redden. “Shut up.” or: Five times Regulus tells James to shut up and one time he doesn't.

got me spinnin’ out of control - jegulus, pwp, 5k

Regulus Black only has one New Year’s resolution: take a spinning class. Except, somewhere along the way, the New Year’s resolution has gone from taking a spinning class to taking the spinning class instructor.

it's just a kiss (why you gotta be so talkative?) - jegulus, frat boy james, 5k

“No,” Sirius says sternly, like he’s telling off a bad dog. “We’re not even doing anything,” James protests, opening the door further to let Sirius in. “And you’re not going to.” Or: Five times Regulus and James get interrupted and one time they don't.

all the wanting in the world - jegulus, pygmalion au, 10.7k

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talking on the ride home - jegulus, modern au w/ demisexual regulus, 9k

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light as a ghost (on my mind you weigh the most) - jegulus, ghost au, 12.5k

Like most stories, this one starts with a ghost. Or maybe it starts with a phone call. Or maybe it starts with a gun. Or maybe the story starts at the end. Or maybe it doesn’t start at all. Instead, it loops and curves and twists and turns until end and beginning are one and the same. But if the story were to start with a ghost, it would start like this.

where all light comes in - jegulus, nanny au, 14.8k

Regulus Black spends a lot of time taking care of people. It’s been a while since someone took care of him. In which James is a single dad, Regulus is a nanny, and Harry is a little bit obsessed with dinosaurs.

don't like it fake (i think it's true love) - jegulus, modern au, fake dating, 10.1k

James Potter and Regulus Black could never date. Or at least, that's what Regulus seems to think. Determined to prove him wrong, James suggests they fake date for a month. But the longer they fake it, the more real it gets.

mariah carey, mistletoe, and other christmas clichés - jegulus, hallmark au, 19.k

Regulus Black is in middle-of-nowhere Godric's Hollow to find his brother. He isn't expecting to find anything else there, least of all love. But well, maybe there is such a thing as a Christmas miracle.

a secret, a truth, a prayer, a promise - jegulus, exes to lovers, 6.3k

Regulus Black has never been a particularly religious man, but right this second, he does believe in God. He also believes this God to be a cruel one. Maybe it’s divine intervention, or maybe just divine comedy, because he can’t come up with any other good reason why he is currently walking toward what he assumes will be the worst date of his life. Because it’s not a date, really. It was supposed to be, but then the strings that held together Regulus’ love life got undone and now it’s not his third anniversary with James. It’s just January 17th. --- Or: Regulus ends up locked in a room with his ex-boyfriend, which is simultaneously the worst and best thing to happen to him in a while.

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Day 28: Prompt- Skill @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 483 words

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Regulus was bored an hour into their second trip to the ice rink. Without James here to distract him, he’d nearly perfected his routine already and was left to idly practise his jumps or follow his brother as he chatted up anyone in his age range. There didn’t seem to be a goal in this mass socialisation campaign, other than to encourage more strangers to stare at him. To be fair, Sirius was a master of that particular skill.

“Reggie, come meet-”

“No.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and grabbed his arm. “Quit being a twat and talk to people.”

“Why bother? We leave in a week, Sirius. I doubt I’ll ever return to this little town again.”

“You will if you date James. The Potters come here every year.”

Regulus froze, then pulled his arm away. “What? No one said anything about dating.”

He wasn’t opposed to the idea obviously, but James hadn’t said a word about a relationship. They had chemistry, of course. That didn’t mean they were compatible. In fact, they couldn’t be more different. Regulus figured that he would get a holiday hook-up out of it, if he was lucky, then wait to see if there was a chance for more.

“Regulus Arcturus Black! Are you thinking about shagging my best friend, then breaking his heart?”

“Lower your voice!” Regulus hissed. “This is not the time or the place, nor is it any of your business.”

Sirius prodded his chest with his finger. “It couldn’t be more my business! You’re my brother and he’s my best friend!”

“Stop it. Just because we fancy each other doesn’t mean it has to be real.”

“The fuck it doesn’t!”

“Sirius, be realistic. I live in London and he lives in Edinburgh, that’s not-”

“Bollocks! It’s four hours via train.”

Regulus levelled a glare at him. “Each way.”

“Why can’t you move to Scotland? You don’t even have a job yet,” Sirius insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because I just rented a flat in London! I have a lease and roommates to consider.”

“You have me to consider!” Sirius stormed off of the ice.

Regulus hesitated, glancing up at the groups of people gaping at them from the stands. His face heated as he skated to the edge of the rink and stepped out. Immediately, he reached for his bag and plopped on the bench.

This was an absurd argument. Sirius had to know that. There was no reason to believe that James actually liked him, as a person. He certainly didn’t have any trouble ignoring him for three long, miserable days. It was Regulus who cracked first.

When he’d changed out of his skates and caught up with Sirius, his brother was still fuming. Regulus followed him silently as he reviewed their row. There was one detail nagging in his mind.

Breaking his heart. How would shagging James break his heart?

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