*Dorcas introducing Marlene to the Skittles for the first time*
Dorcas: “This is Regulus. Yes, he does bite. Do not mention James or Sirius around him.”
Dorcas: “This is Evan-and-Barty. Do Not separate them unless you are prepared to face the consequences.”
Dorcas: “And this is Pandora. She can see the future sometimes and has predicted horrible deaths for all of us, but we don’t like to worry about that.”
Dorcas: “What do you think, babe?” :3
Marlene: “… I think I’ve just unknowingly started dating a cult member”
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The Marauders & Regulus out in town, enjoying the day...
Peter: Guys, where's Regulus? I don't see him anywhere.
Sirius: Eh, he'll make his way back eventually - he's like a cat in that regard.
Remus: I got this, no worries. *Deep breath* SIRIUS BLACK IS A SHIT BROTHER!
*Silence*
Sirius: Mooney, that's not gonna work, we're barely on speaking terms right now.
Remus: I have a back-up plan; JAMES POTTER IS WEIRD AND NOBODY LIKES HIM!
Regulus, getting closer the more he yells: HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, PIECE OF SHIT?
Sirius: See, Mooney, I told you he wouldn't answer to mine.
Regulus, suddenly there now: No, I answered to yours, I was just too far away. Also, Remus? I will hit you if you say shit like that again about either of them, joke or not. I'm the only one who can talk shit about my brother, I don't care if you guys are dating. *crosses arms over chest*
Sirius, tearing up: Reg... OW-
Regulus, trying to hide his blush: Shut the fuck up.
James, leaning on Peter: Did you hear that, Pete?? He defended me!! That has to mean something, right?? Do you think he likes me? Oh, I hope so!!
Peter, rubbing in-between his eyes: James, he was literally sitting in your lap last night and letting you play with his hair. Not even Barty's allowed to do that anymore.
James, clueless: Yeah?
Peter: I do not get paid enough for this.
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I love love love Regulus being a terrifying little gremlin creature who scares the shit out of everyone constantly while Sirius is just there like 'awh, look at you, that's the perfect little baby angel I raised'
This is more specifically in modern aus where they're a few years further apart and their parents work constantly so it's actually plausible that Sirius was forced into the role of raising him (I'm thinking about 5/6 years or smth)
He'll show up to the function, in detail describe the many ways he could kill and hide James, Remus, and Peter's bodies so nobody could ever find them, stare silently, then Sirius would come over and hug him like 'reg, you made it! it's so good to see you all happy and willing to talk to people, look at you, you're so sweet' while the other three are like 😰
Grinning maniacally at them over Sirius' shoulder when he hugs him
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how do you think the boys would react to reader telling them that she’s like NEEDY needy (iykyk)
would they do it, or just like get shy and walk off? or? 👀👀👀👀👀👀
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So, are they in a relationship yet? I'm going to go with they're in a relationship for this but if you meant they weren't you can feel free to re-ask
James:
chokes on his spit and nearly trips as he turns to look at you in shock (not unpleasant shock, mind you)
"You're what?"
He'd coo in sympathy after you had to embarrassingly repeat yourself in a whisper, rubbing your thighs together desperate for friction
"awe sweets. Okay, come on." and he's leading you by the hand - he's almost more eager than you are as he rushes down the hall
ends up on his knees with his face under your skirt in the closest bathroom - you'd be taken care of for sure 😩
Sirius:
biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen in your life and you almost regret saying anything
I think he'd tease you a little bit: "Awe, poor dolly's feeling needy, hm?" He'd coo in faux sympathy, the bastard
He'd make you tell him exactly what you're looking for. "What do you want, dolly?" 'touch me' "Like this?" and all he'd do is push your hair behind your ear
two can play at that game: 'Fine, I'll go ask someone else.'
He'd let out a horrified squawk and throw you over his shoulder. "Now now, let's not get hasty. I don't want anyone thinking I don't take care of my girl"
bent you over in the nearest broom closet and you both leave flushed and satisfied
Remus:
would smirk at you but continues reading through the first draft of his essay "really dove? now?"
he'd chuckle listening to you pout and get all breathy as you try to sit still "We've got homework, baby girl."
You'd get petulant and lean back in your seat with a huff, crossing your arms.
without even looking, he'd grab the leg of your chair and pull it over towards him - he'd keep his head low and continue making adjustments on his paper as he slips his free hand under your skirt and moves your panties aside.
"Awe, poor dovey - you really were needy weren't you" he'd lightly tease, murmuring softly so only you could hear.
your breath would hitch as he slipped inside of you, earning you a gentle shush as he threatens to stop moving his fingers.
"I'll take care of you but you have to be quiet; only I get to know how pretty you sound, yeah?"
gets you off with just his fingers in the library - makes up for it again later once he's done his essay
Regulus:
he's mean, I'm sorry
he'd make you wait all day
he'd go to class, to every meal, to quidditch practice barely sparing you a glance leaving you all the more desperate
it was painful for him too, mind you. Thinking about you being needy made him needy, and he spent all day dreaming of taking you over and over and over again
but he's a bit of a sadomasochist lol
he'd finally be all wound up after quidditch practice and would pull you roughly into his room and, like he'd been imagining all day, take you over and over and over again
to the point of over stimulation
"Come on amour, you can give me one more, yeah? Wasn't this what you wanted? Weren't you so needy?"
he got three more for his dirty talk alone
Barty:
no questions asked
'Barty?' "Yes Treasure?" 'I...I want, erm....I mean I...I feel kind of needy'
slams book shut and throws it over his shoulder where it lands in the fountain with a splash
"Where are you two going?" his friends ask bemusedly
"I'm going to treat my girl like a slut the way she deserves, Black; if you're not going to help, mind your fucking business"
you spend the rest of the day in his bed, fucking, smoking, eating, fucking, smoking, fucking, reading, fucking again
you'd hardly ever need to worry about feeling needy with him - whenever, wherever, however - consider it done.
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