regulus and sirius would have the worst fights ever. Like full on screaming matches with tears streaming down faces, hyperventilating, turning red, breaking shit. Then not talk to each other for a day, and avoid each other at all costs
and then start talking to each other and acting normal like nothing happened without either one apologizing or awknowledging the fight
And remus and james would watch like: is this healthy??? I dont think this is healthy
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forbid - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 357
"He loves you, you know."
Sirius's voice interrupted Regulus's soft crying as he stared out onto the lake, his thoughts consuming him. (He'd done the right thing, right? He'd protected him, stopped it before it got too far, before anyone got hurt...) He started and looked up, wiping at his wet face. "I don't know what you mean," he retorted, scrunching his nose.
"James. He loves you."
But Regulus was too surprised to argue. Because, "You've known?" he asked his brother, dumbfounded.
Sirius snorted, sitting down next to him. "James is the opposite of subtle. Plus, he came to me about a week after you two started up, because he was so obsessed with you it damn near made his head explode not to talk about you. Disgusting."
Regulus half-laughed, half-sobbed, believing it. Almost all of it, anyway. "He doesn't love me, Sirius," he said softly, resting his head on his knees. "He loves...I dunno, the idea of me, or being in love. But I'm not...not good for him, and-"
But Sirius gave him a look he'd never quite seen before. "Reg, I don't know how else to say it. James...he's gone for you. And you breaking up with him now because you're...you're scared or you think you don't deserve it or because you think you're like our parents when you can be so much more....or because, Merlin forbid you're fucking happy...." Sirius scoffed. "You need to let him love you. Stop torturing yourself and let him love you. Because whether or not you think you deserve it. He fucking does love you."
Regulus sighed and looked at Sirius. "I...yeah?"
"Yes!" Sirius half-yelled. "So don't push him away, you idiot!"
It took a moment. A moment of looking at Sirius, his hands thrown dramatically outward. A moment to contemplate himself allowing James to love him.
"Alright," he murmured, nodding. "I-I'll try."
"Good. Now, we need to go over some ground rules involving socks on doorknobs and protection spells-" Sirius started in, looking nauseated now.
"Alright, I'm leaving," Regulus interrupted, getting up and heading for the castle.
He had to find James.
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Autistic Luna, and autistic Reggie.
ADHD, Harry, and ADHD James.
Together, they all cancel each other out.
DO YOU SEE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS?
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*Luna putting on noise canceling headphones on both her and Harry. Luna puts her head on Harry’s shoulder. This is the first time Harry’s thoughts have been quiet.*
*Meanwhile, across from them, James and Regulus are holding hands while James rants about whatever. Finally James calms down as Regulus starts to rub his hand.*
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Head cannon that Regulus as the godfather of Luna, babysits her every weekend so Harry and Luna grew up together.
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You see, Regulus’ friend group had made their reputation and names known, almost the in the way his brother had.
Everyone knew Barty for his voice, whispers in the dark, careless shouts in corridors, wide smiles and seductive statements, the way he would jump into fights, the crack of his knuckles and dark intelligence.
Evan was quieter, slyer, at least in others company. He was known for his grace, the way he walked, the way he fought, because Barty might be the first into a fight but Evan was the first to jump to his side, for his black shirts and silver jewellery.
Pandora was known for her smile, the glint in her eyes, the way her entire face lit up, kind words and gentle hand, hair the colour of her heart, a bright gold, clothes always in a disarray, covered in earth or scorched to almost ash.
Dorcas Meadowes was known for her anger, the sharp tone, sarcastic words, Dorcas would start the fights, ears ringing, her pencil smudged hands, paint covered arms, she always did her nails herself.
Regulus Black was known for his name. He had hordes of money in his pocket and looks to match, people knew his name before they met him, they knew the smudged eyeliner, the stare, the waistcoats and blazers, the skill on the quidditch pitch.
-Everybody Loves Me (current work in progress)
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