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jfpstarchaser · 1 year

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James' in a hurry, running the corridors of the castle without much attention. He's terribly late to his class with McGonagall. His breathing is already a bit labored, he's been running quite a bit, the place he was and his class are on completely opposite sides of the castle.

And James forgot all about when he went there, but fuck if he's not remembering next time.

He bursts through the classroom's door, his wand thrown hastily somewhere in his backpack, alongside his books. His glasses are a little bit crooked from all the running, he sets them right and looks up to Minnie's stern gaze. He throws at her a little, sheepish grin. And her gaze softens just a little.

"I'm really sorry, Professor!" He says, and remembers the rest of his clothes, they're messy just like his hair. He tries to fix his tie, while putting his things on his seat next to Sirius. Sirius, who's looking at him like he's grown a second head, but amused all the same. It makes James frown a little, confused. Then, he hears Minnie's voice again, in the dead silent classroom:

"Mr. Potter, I was not aware of your resort into another House." She says, and looks pointedly to his tie, and James looks down with her. And— oh. It's a green tie. Slytherin tie. He can feel his face heating up the more she looks. He bites his lips and hears his classmates laugh a little, sees Sirius at his side laughing too, and he already knows he will never live it down.

"I—" James starts, but never finishes. There's another commotion on the classroom door he just came through, he looks up and it's him.

Regulus. He and his friends are standing at the door, James' red, Gryffindor's tie clutched tight in his hands. His face is also red, just like James' and his tie, and his beautiful curly hair is a mess. James can also see Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas behind him. They're laughing just like everyone, and Evan gives Regulus a little push that makes him completely enter the room. He gets even more red.

"Excuse me, Professor. I came to get my— my tie." He stutters a little, and says it in a small voice. He's looking everywhere but James and Minnie. Regulus' blushing is already spreading down his pale neck, and James can't take his eyes off him. He's so bloody pretty, James thinks. There's a love bite escaping the collar of his uniform shirt, his top buttons still undone from where James' hands and mouth passed through earlier.

"May as well, Mr. Black. And make sure this will not happen again." Minnie says, waving her wand hand in James' direction. James, who hasn't moved since he saw Regulus again. He bites his bottom lip again, waiting as if rooted in his place for Regulus to come to him. And he does.

He brings his hands to James' tie— no, his tie—, and slides it off James' neck, and looks at him in the eyes, then. And he fixes James' shirt, smooths it down, buttons it up, and wraps James' tie on him correctly, instead of just throwing the red tie back to James, like he could've done. But no. He did it with the same care he does everything when it comes to James, like he needs to be careful or he'll ruin them. He already has, James thinks. Regulus does it naturally, quickly, presses his lips into a flat line and then he looks away. Oh. He seems to have done it unconsciously, James realizes.

James' blushes harder, if that's possible.

Then, Regulus takes a step back. Clears his throat, and looks at the Minnie, red like a strawberry, he bows politely.

"I apologize for interrupting your lesson, Professor. And yes, I shall make sure it won't happen again." He says in his posh, polite way. Even if he's embarrassed, he's still the most polite and composed boy he always is. And, Merlin, James loves him so much. Regulus wets his lips, looks up, clears his throat again and looks at James, eyes full of mischief. "We shall make sure it won't happen again, shall we not, James?"

Damn him. Only calling James his first name in public in a situation like this. It steals James' breath away. No, Regulus does. He wants everything from James, and James hands it over willingly.

"I— Yeah. Yeah, love. Whatever you say." James says back, still feeling inebriated by this boy. James' absolutely weak for the way his name rolls out of Regulus' bitten red lips. It's absolutely happening again. All of it. He just knows. And Regulus does, too. He smirks at James, even if his blush, that was going away, comes back brighter, acts like it's nothing, and looks away from James again.

James sighs. He wants him so much. All of him.

"Then, please excuse us, Professor. I'll be on the way to my own class. Apologies again." Regulus says, all polite again to Minnie, who nods at him, and then he's going for the door. He doesn't say anything else, even if he swats his hands at his laughing friends, who were waiting for him outside the classroom. He glances back to James once, and closes the door. James sighs again, quietly.

He's still looking at the door when he's startled by a voice that he knows all too well, coming from beside him.

"This is the most put-together your uniform has been all year, Prongs. Enjoying my little brother doing your tie now, are we?" Sirius drawls, very much like his brother likes to do and glares at James.

Fuck. Fuck.

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bloodbruise · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic | april 7: regret | 2,011 words | NSFW

sometimes your best friend's brother is so hot you just have to jerk off about it.

Fucked.

That’s what James was—completely and irrevocably fucked.

He couldn't claim ignorance; he'd seen it coming from a mile away. The change had been gradual, an ever-present whisper he failed to quiet. The subtle shift from looking at Regulus and seeing Sirius’ younger brother to looking at him and seeing Regulus. His continued presence at his and Sirius’ place had casual conversation turning into inside jokes, quips and jabs traded back and forth–James loved it when Regulus was a little mean to him. It turned into movie nights and visits at Regulus' job.

All of it was fuel to a slowly kindling fire.

So, really, he had no one else but himself to blame when he got burned. Scorched, actually.

It was a casual favor–helping Regulus move because Sirius had gotten held up at work. It was supposed to be nothing, just helping out a friend, something he would do for anyone in his life. Something he did without a second thought because that was James’ Thing. But, he really should have thought it through. Because watching Regulus, who was usually so impeccably composed, now disheveled and glistening with sweat, was an exercise in restraint. James’ mind was in a tailspin, fixated on lithe muscles moving beneath skin, flush from exertion high on his cheeks, messy hair pushed back and curls barely controlled by a headband.

James had been so normal about it all, truly, given the circumstances. Silently commending himself on his raw unadulterated strength for not jumping Regulus right then and there– he was playing it so cool. But everything teetered on the edge of collapse when Regulus, busy trying to put his couch back together, asked James to fetch the other screwdriver from the box beside his bed.

To James’ credit, there were a lot of boxes there, so he naturally went with the one closest to the headboard. And later, when Sirius chewed him out for wanting to fuck his younger brother, he would blame it on that fucking screwdriver. Because when he lifted the lid, the contents inside hit him like a physical blow. The room spun. He was going to fucking faint.

Inside the box was... Christ. It was overwhelming. Toys, lots of them, lined up all pretty and careless and innocent. Like they weren't going to kill him right on the spot. His eyes caught on the purple one, how thick it was. His mind oscillated between stupor, awe, and undeniable arousal, only snapped back to reality by Regulus' voice, muffled from down the hall.

“James? Did you find it?”

In a panic, he slammed the lid shut and scrambled for another box. “Uh-huh, yeah,” he called back, nodding to himself, still dazed. “Found it, found it.”

With the screwdriver finally in hand, James re-entered the living room, his cheeks flushed and a strained smile on his lips. He passed it over to Regulus and awkwardly clasped his hands in front of him, attempting to conceal the evident bulge in his pants. He had intended to stay, they had planned for dinner afterwards–Regulus’ treat for his help. But now, his thoughts were a vortex, endlessly spiraling around Regulus and those toys and–.

Voice too high and a little thready, he hastily blurted, “Okay, we got all the boxes, right? Yeah, okay, all set,” thumb jerking towards the door, “I forgot- I actually have to go, yeah.” Nodding to himself. He was aware that he probably looked insane, but staying was not an option. Not when every thought was a hazard. So he just stumbled through a weak excuse, pointedly ignoring the puzzled look on Regulus’ face, and rushed home. His grip flexing hard on the steering wheel and music blasting the entire time, because he was sure if he let his mind wander he would veer off the side of the road and crash his car.

It was only in the safety of his own room that he allowed himself to unravel. He twists the doorknob, pulling on it to ensure that it’s locked. His mind going straight back to that box, to Regulus, and his imagination runs.

Fully clothed, pants a mess–precum everywhere– he shoves them down. Just far enough so he can get a hand around himself, not even bothering to move to the bed. He knows the intimate details of what the inside of Regulus’ bedroom looks like. So there’s a crystal clear image that he can’t shake. Regulus, legs spread wide and fucking himself—his head thrown back, hips twitching up and opening so sweetly around a toy. There was something so erotic about the thought of Regulus coming home, maybe even from James’ place, and taking care of himself. Stuffing himself full until he was crying out and shaking with it.

Was it drawn out–slow? Did he take his time and open himself up with his fingers first? Or was he usually too worked up and eager to wait, just sinking down and reveling in the burn? Did he ever use a vibrator at the same time? It was delicious, the idea of Regulus being pleasure-drunk by his own hand. James knew if it was him, he would be insatiable, would force one more and another one please, baby out of Regulus until he was sobbing. James needed to see it, thought he might die without it.

A whimper rips from his throat at the mere thought of it– picturing himself at the foot of Regulus’ bed, content to just watch, to be so good for him. His movements become more frantic, hand working over himself faster. He pulls up his shirt and bites down on the fabric, head falling back against the door. In his mind, he wonders if Regulus would chide him for being bad, when James would finally break and scramble over to him. If he would let out a noise of protest when he pushes Regulus’ hand away and takes over, gripping the base and fucking him. He imagines how he would react when James crowds into his space, licking into his mouth and swallowing down his moans.

James is close when he thinks about Regulus’ eyes half shut and rolling back, body arching against him. How he would feel under his palm if he dragged it down the plane of his chest, if he raked his fingers through the hair under his belly button. Fuck. The thought of what it would feel like to touch between his legs, feel him wet and warm and dripping on his fingers. He’s almost there, movements getting more urgent. He starts circling his thumb over his sensitive tip with every upstroke. Has to grab at his own throat to ground himself, squeezing for just a little pressure because his body is feeling so good that it's floating up, up, up.

When James finally breaks, its with a weak, breathless, “ah- fuck R- Reg.” He makes a mess of himself. Back arching off the door, coming in ropes across his chest and dripping sloppily over his hand. He stays there for a while, slumped against the door, twitching with aftershocks. It’s only after his breath returns to its regular pattern that he moves, grimacing slightly as he sheds the rest of his clothes in a crumpled heap.

Nevermind the guilt of jerking off to his best friend’s brother, his own friend–his mind was reeling. James had convinced himself that it would help, to get it out of his system and be done with it. Deep down, though, he knew that wasn't possible. He knew that indulging himself would only pull him deeper into his spiral of obsession with Regulus. It was a little fucked up, but he couldn't find it in himself to regret it.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, a groan escaping him. The images and thoughts of Regulus were still there, but they were shifting. Had he ever used them on anyone else? What would it be like if he used them on James?

Against the mattress, James let out a heady moan. His forehead was slick with sweat, hair clinging to his skin. He found himself rocking hips involuntarily, pushing his spent cock into the bed. God, would Regulus top him? Fuck him with his strap and tell him he takes him so well. Oh, would he make him suck on it too? The overstimulation from the lack of respite was deliciously painful. He bit down on the sheets, grinding against them as he reached out clumsily and fumbled for the lube in the bedside table.

This second time was just as desperate. Lube in hand, James coated his fingers. So messy–glistening on his hand the same way he imagined it would look after pulling it from Regulus’ cunt. He drew his knees up under himself, breath picking up again and chest heaving against the mattress. His glasses askew and head turned to the side, he was looking back as best as he could at where his fingers were circling his hole.

He eased one finger in. He didn't feel nearly full enough but there's a slight burn– a reminder that he hasn’t done this in so long. He wishes Regulus were here to stroke his cheek, his neck. For him to press down on where James’ hand is inside of himself and tell him, “You can take more baby, I know you can. Need it, hm?”

James is gasping with the thought, mouth open and drooling a bit. He can’t bring himself to care though. He briefly pulls his finger out, swiping hastily at his stomach where his cum hasn't dried and mixing it with the lube before he’s pushing back in, another alongside it.

“Christ” he swears to himself. It’s a little clumsy, an awkward angle. His own fingers are a little too thick to move them fluently. He thinks it wouldn’t be like that with Regulus. In his mind, Regulus would work his fingers inside him with the same poise and deadly precision that he does everything else. He’d probably talk him through it too, breath hot against his ear as he teased James for being so needy, for wanting to be filled. It would have James on the edge in minutes, and that thought alone is so hot that James can't even feel shameful about it.

He shifts, pushing up on one arm and arches his back, so he can drive his fingers deeper. He slips in another finger. He’s so– so worked up, body so warm. Sweat beads on his neck, trailing down and pooling where his back curves. Both of his arms ache with the strain, but he’s too far gone to notice. Too caught up in the slide of his fingers, lost to the thought that even three of them were still not as thick as the purple toy in Regulus’ room. He’s pretty sure he’s making noise, he can't really tell though. Everything’s gone a bit fuzzy from the pleasure.

He knows he’s loud when he comes though. He finds the spot that has him going weak, almost buckling the arm that's holding him up. It’s overwhelming, he focuses on a few hard presses of his fingers right there and he's coming. A broken sob wracking his body as he gives into it, writhing against the feeling, ruining himself even more. He draws it out as long as he can, fingers moving relentlessly until his nerves sing with raw sensitivity. He slips them out before collapsing into the mattress, just breathing.

He can't help but laugh at himself-–thinks it's a little pathetic. That one accidental peek into a box has left him lying here, covered in his own sweat and spend. And yet, his mind is still running over the possibilities. A constant loop of Regulus and toys and straps. A low whine escapes him at the idea of going another round, his cock already twitching at the mere thought.

And through the haze of it all, the pleasure and the embarrassment and the Regulus, he can only make sense of one thing:

He is so utterly fucked.

#a part 2 is coming methinks #microbial genetics exam on tuesday... i havent reviewed any lectures but i did write this!#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #marauders #starchaser #marauders fanfic

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months

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"Sure, but only if you watch."

Based on this headcanon and a prompt by @beautyoftheships. NSFW and explicit, minors DNI

The party was loud. The house was so full of university students that James didn't even recognize most of them, though he lived in the house they were all occupying.

Music blared through huge speakers, courtesy of Sirius, and countless solo cups and beer bottles littered every available surface. A group of people threw ping pong balls into cups on the table and partygoers slurred words and stumbled around the kitchen as James walked by, clutching his own bottle.

Quiet. He needed quiet, of only for a second. He loved parties as much as the next bloke, but he had a bit of a headache, and he just needed a second.

Fighting his way through the crowd and down the hall, he found the door to his room, opening the door and slipping in, taking a deep breath.

"Needed a time-out, Potter? Sick of all the girls throwing themselves at you?" a low voice asked, and James's eyes shot over to his bed, where a pale, grey-eyed, dark-haired boy sat.

"Fuck yourself, Reg," James rolled his eyes, grinning.

Regulus was, of course, the only person he wanted to see at the party anyway. Regulus, who he could watch for ages. Regulus, who knew exactly how to make James worked up in the best way. Regulus, whose pout made James's cock twitch and heart ache. Regulus, who betrayed no emotions whenever he looked at James. Regulus, who was perfect.

But stunning gray eyes stared deep into James's and perfectly pouty lips muttered the best words James had ever heard in his entire life.

"Only if you watch."

Really, he was sure he'd misheard. Or that Regulus was joking. Or maybe Regulus had had too much to drink, and wasn't in his right mind. But a second glance at the other man told him that Regulus was sober, his eyes clear and no drink in sight.

"I-what?" James asked, flabbergasted, trying to pretend like the idea didn't make his knees weak.

"I know that you think about me, James. Maybe...maybe I think about you, too. D'you want to watch? While I...think about you?" Regulus murmured, small spots of pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks as he slowly (so slowly) dragged one hand to the button of his jeans.

"You're joking," James muttered hoarsely, convinced he was dreaming.

"Find out," Regulus shrugged, and suddenly his jeans were open with a small click of a button and the zip of a zipper.

James stared unabashedly as Regulus trailed his hand further, palming himself slowly, moaning just a little. "Reg," James whispered eyes widening as Regulus tightened his hand. "What-"

"James."

But he wasn't just saying James's name. He was moaning it, whispering it like a prayer as his slender fingers slipped underneath the elastic of his boxers. Without even realizing what he was going to say, James whispered, "Let me- let me see."

Grey eyes met hazel as Regulus stood, pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing the most amazing cock James had ever seen. It was hard and ruddy, with a perfect, pink, already-dripping tip that made James's mouth water. God, he wanted to touch.

But he also wanted to watch. And his feet were rooted to the spot, so he stayed where he was.

As if reading his mind, Regulus wrapped his fingers around himself, still making eye contact with James, and began to slowly move, pulling at himself, eyes widening and glazing over just a little.

"That's it, baby," James found himself whispering. "Just like that."

And Regulus keened softly. Let out a high-pitched noise and bit his lip, let his eyelids flutter and sank back onto the bed, spreading his legs unabashedly.

My bed. He's going to come on my bed, James thought, watching the other man work himself over, twist his wrist slowly and cant his hips.

James was rock hard, himself, mouth wide open and palming at his extremely tight pants as Regulus adjusted his position, lying back on the pillows, knees wide and hand moving faster now. All the while, every time his eyes opened, they met James's.

"Fuck," James murmured to himself as Regulus's hips lifted off the bed and he cried out. "Those noises, love," he said louder, addressing Regulus, now. "So beautiful. Show me....show me what you want me to do to you, yeah?"

As if those were the magic words, Regulus's hand moved even faster, and he started whispering under his breath, just loud enough for James to hear. "Yes, James. Fuck, there. Please... James!"

It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. Watching Regulus on his bed touching himself while he thought of James, James's hand pressing firmly on his own cock, hearing his name whispered is such a needy, desperate way.

"Can you come for me, baby?" James asked hoarsely, slipping his hand into his pants to wrap around his aching cock. "Come for me, darling. Show me how lovely you lo-"

It was a good thing a party was happening outside James's room, because Regulus nearly screamed. He let out James's name as his release flew over his stomach, painting his muscles in a way that made James come with him, standing right there by the door, pants still on. He fought to keep his eyes open, to watch as Regulus rode out his orgasm, face twisted in a way that made him look ethereal.

Me, he thought as he came down from his own high. He was thinking of me.

And as they both panted, chests heaving, and Regulus finally looked at him, the shorter man smirked a bit. "Maybe next time you can come a bit closer?"

James could only nod eagerly.

This got so long that I decided to post it on ao3, so leave love on there if you want!

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fantasyandshit · 1 month

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You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

———

(Same day, Sirius pov)

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

———

Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

———

(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

———

I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

———

So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

#marauders #marauders x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #Sirius black #Sirius black x reader #James potter #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader #black reader #whump

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maladaptivewriting · 4 months

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marauders era characters and their favorite movies

if they lived in the muggle world circa 2024

remus: little miss sunshine brutal and disturbingly human, but intertwined with themes of love, family, support, and healing

james: talladega nights the theme of this movie is that friendship is magic. you know james was saying "if you're not first, you're last" for years after seeing this movie. also he tried to create a shake-and-bake thing with sirius

sirius: howl's moving castle "that howl is so fucking hot" "he literally just looks like you" "exactly" sirius sees himself as this main love interest (howl) and he sees remus as sophie, especially when she's an old woman that howl has to take care of. all he wants to do is take care of remus

peter: bridge to terabithia peter seems like the kind of person to find stories of tragical childhood friendships really compelling. he also loves josh hutcherson (who doesn't)

regulus: the secret life of walter mitty he relates to the main character - a man who is controlled and meticulous but longs to go on an adventure. he also wishes that sirius would pull him out of his monotonous life and into the unknowable but with complete acceptance of who he is.

lily: little women in the way that i feel like i've been shot every time i watch a movie involving complicated mother/daughter relationships, lily would be deeply compelled by stories about sisterhood. especially jo and amy who always feel second to each other

mary: princess mononoke she would relate to the main character and be very enthralled by ashitaka. definitely a comfort watch for her.

marlene: raising arizona or zoolander she loves absurdist comedies with lovable and endearing characters. she is also low-key attracted to nick cage when he was young, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret.

dorcas: arrival or parasite dorcas has unequivocally good movie tastes. she likes high concept stories with heavy thematic writing and devastating plots. she talks about them in detail for weeks afterward

pandora: midsommar and pan's labyrinth she loves movies with comically intense violence. she finds high control groups fascinating. she definitely loves pan's labyrinth because of the freaky monsters and the fact that it sounds like it could belong to her

xenophilius: the twilight saga he knows every detail and loves to examine the story from all sides. he and pandora bond over the fact that carlisle is a joseph smith archetype.

evan: deadpool evan sees deadpool as barty and loves the character because of it. he is also envious of the characters freedom to be himself

barty: the mummy he just thinks that everyone in this movie is really fucking hot

snape: pride and prejudice (2005) finds it super romantic and loves the way characters talk and deliver lines. he listens to the soundtrack as background music while he works.

frank longbottom: spiderman (no way home) no one was more excited than he was when the three spiderman characters interacted. he cried a lot when watching this movie

alice: narnia it was her sexual awakening ;)

narcissa: glass onion she loves a who-done-it story, she reads mystery novels all the time and she thought this one was the most exciting

bellatrix: barbarian or bones and all she watches bones and all like "when is it my turn to be happy?" and she watches barbarian like "what is it like to have a mother who loves you?" everyone thinks she's crazy

lucius: dune or the king he sees himself as the king. that scene where robert pattinson's character is slipping around in the mud and timmy's character is standing there unbothered - that's how lucius pictures himself and arthur weasley. he also thinks of his own family when he watches dune

also this came from a question that @wolfpadx asked in the discord and i just had to elaborate on my thoughts.

#sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadows #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #wolfstar #rosekiller #pandora lovegood #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #severus snape

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lupinduda · 1 month

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how i percieve jegulus along the hogwarts years

First year:

Sirius' youngest brother's entrance at Hogwarts was sort of the event the Marauders were waiting for since the past year. Sirius wouldn’t stop chattering about it, but he seemed kinda disappointed when Regulus wasn't put in Gryffindor like him, and neither seemed to be willing to meet his new friends.

As Remus and Peter accepted Regulus' refusal of their friendship well, James was a little amused by the youngest Black, with his curly hair and his red cheeks. "How can he be so similar and so different from Sirius?" James thought. And he noticed that the mere glance of Regulus would cause the same sensation in him as Lily’s smile did. Intrigued, he started to notice Regulus, at first just to be sure he was adapting well to the school; after all, he was Sirius' brother. But after a while, he could feel Regulus' presence without even searching for it.

Regulus, on the other hand, felt like his world crashed in front of his young eyes. It was always his dream, his and Sirius', to attend Hogwarts, and they both did it. But his big brother had made new friends who were noisy and annoying. It was a group Regulus knew from the very beginning he would never fit in with, so he pushed them away, despising how much it hurt Sirius' feelings.

Second year:

In their 3rd year at Hogwarts, the Marauders already had made a big reputation, and everyone was always talking about them in the halls. Regulus used to be annoyed about people talking about his brother every time they talked to him, so he approached the only Slytherins who didn't: The Rosiers, Barty and Dorcas.

That, of course, pissed Sirius off so bad that he wouldn't stop complaining for almost a month. And once he was done with it, he had a huge fight with Regulus in front of everyone. Reg was so angry when he shouted, “Well, if you weren’t busy with your new family to remember you already had a brother, I would probably stay with you," that he didn't realize what he did until it was too late.

James was heading straight to the common room with candy to cheer up Sirius when he heard a soft whimper coming from a crying Regulus curled up on the ground like a ball.

"You know, he just wants you to be safe,""He doesn't care about me; he has you now," "That's a lie, Regulus. Sirius might love me, but he lives for you. We shouldn’t make him choose one if he could have both. You don't need to stand by me, just don't hate me... please?"

Third year:

Reg starts to respect James, now knowing he isn't trying to steal his place in Sirius' heart.

Regulus struggled with DADA; James offered to help.

Reggie is convinced by the very stubborn Marauders to accept his help.

They fought a lot at the beginning, always arguing about anything until James found that if he teased the right nerve, Regulus would blush and forget his words.

James found a new pleasure in life called making Regulus Black laugh or blush.

They start to get along; Regulus is understanding DADA and got his first high grade with James' help.

But James is really confused by the way he is feeling about Lily and Regulus.

James works out that Lily will probably not give him a chance anytime soon, and Regulus' heart does a backflip when he hears it.

They start to hang out even outside of the study section, sitting by the Black Lake where no one can see them, just to chat about literally anything. And Regulus is impressed by how smart James Potter actually is behind the flirty smile.

On the last day of his 3rd year, Regulus kisses James by their spot at the Black Lake and then really bravely runs away.

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elysianymph · 11 months

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The Jegulily Band Au? 👀

hehehe the jegulily band au started on this post made by archie ( @aithusarosekiller ) and it hasn't left my mind since. go look through the reblogs bc it's a wild ride. pretty sure both of us have most of the posts related to it tagged as jegulily band au on our accounts so go look through it to see us losing our minds

it's shared project so nothing is set in stone but here are my current ideas for it :D

lily and regulus are high school sweethearts, they met bc they were both in the school band and hit it off from there. lots of teenage shenanigans ensue and lily and regulus end up forming a band with barty, peter and remus. it's nothing serious they just kinda get together once in a while to have some fun playing random songs. they continue this after high school as they're all going to college and everything is normal UNTIL sirius brings along his friends (james and marlene) to one of their band get togethers.

james (who is an amazing producer btw) immediately falls for regulus and lily despite them being already in a relationship and he's like so smitten it's adorable honestly. he starts talking to them and once he finds out they would love to make an album and try taking this band thing seriously he immediately offers himself up to help them make music. and he brings marlene (who is a social media manager) into it like "yeah she'll help you manage all of it" (she has no idea he's doing any of this)

idk how they would actually get together but it doesn't matter rn what does matter is that their silly little band debuts and they go viral bc their music is amazing ofc. they make more albums, their music videos get millions of views, they sell out stadiums, life is great.

everyone knows that regulily are dating bc they're so public about it, but no one knows that james even exists (apart from him being credited as their producer) let alone that he's dating both of them. james, being the rockstar gf he is, constantly posts pictures from their concerts, always with romantic captions or wtvr bc he's a lover like that. the comments on his posts are always split between "this guy is delusional" and "how tf does he manage to get the tickets for EVERY DAMN CONCERT??"

after lots of back and forth, regulus and lily finally get james to star in one of the music videos for a song that lily wrote specifically about their relationship. they tease the song for months, posting snippets and strange photos with captions that don't make sense unless you're following james and you can see that the captions are all connected. everyone just thinks james is delulu

a week before the music video drops, the band's official account posts like a 10 second teaser and it's of lily and regulus doing couple shit BUT there's another guy there with curly hair and round glasses and everyone is going insane bc WHY DOES THAT GUY LOOK LIKE JAMES POTTER THE CRAZY STALKER. jegulily are having the time of their lives watching the fans go crazy, meanwhile poor marlene has to deal with the aftermath

this au is just a bunch of crazy stuff honestly i had so many ideas for it but i didn't write any of them down so i'm stuck with what i can remember off the top of my head </3

oh and also peter/remus/sirius are all dating and sirius is a famous model and he just randomly appears in the band's music videos and all the comments scream "WHAT IS SIRIUS BLACK DOING HERE" like sirius doesn't regularly post selfies with both of his boyfriends 🙄

#jegulily band au #they are a pr nightmare #i would love a collection of scenes from this au but from marlene's perspective as she tries to avoid ANOTHER controversy #nymph answers

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klarolinexluv · 8 months

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Imagining Regulus reminisce and reflecting on his relationship with James and Sirius with the words from Last Kiss.

To James, when he revealed the dark mark.

To Sirius, after he said no to running away.

To James, as he as he watches him fall for Lily all over again.

To Sirius, as he watches him laughing with his friends.

To James, To Sirius, when he meets them on the battle field.

To James, To Sirius, when he drowns in the lake of inferni.

The chorus, the verses, all for James. But the bridge and pre-chorus is all Sirius.

So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

Regulus watches his brother from across the halls. He watches as he laughs, as he smiles, as he gestures dramatically around him. He watches as his brother pinches food off of his friends plates. He watches and he misses. He misses when things were simpler. When all he had to worry about was whether he could sneak into his big brothers bed to starve off the nightmares.

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

But life isn’t simple. It’s not him who gets to laugh, who gets to smile with his brother. It’s not him who gets to roll his eyes, catching him in the act of stealing his food. It’s not him. It’s James. And that hurts, because it’s James, Sirius’ brother, not Regulus.

And I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Even though he’s vowed to hate him, Regulus cannot fault him. James is always there to let him see pieces of Sirius life, to know him from afar. He understands. If he had James in his life first, maybe he would laugh like Sirius, smile like him. Maybe he would’ve ran with him, but he didn’t, and he won’t.

Hope it’s nice where you are

He won’t know about late nights watching the sky, or running wild through the forest with the moon shining high and bright. He won’t know of all the love and joy that overflows when prank planning. It’s not his to know. It’s not his to know what it is to be who he who he is without judgement.

And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day

It’s not his to know the sun. How it glows each and every morning, bringing warmth and comfort to all that it touches. Brightening the world as it gives effortlessly.

And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed

He wants, and he wants. Regulus wants his brother. He wants him to come home but knows he will never. He prays that he doesn’t but, oh, how he wants. He wants his brother to think of him, to remember him.

You can plan for a change in the weather and time. But I never planned on you changing your mind

However, he knows. He knows how his brother sees him. He hates it, but he knows. He wishes he could change it, but that’ll never happen. His brother, good, kind. Always his brother. But he isn’t Sirius’.

So I’ll go. Sit on the floor wearin’ your clothes

So he’ll be the heir. He’ll take it, bear it for Sirius. He will do what needs to be done, all so that Sirius doesn’t have to, so he can live. It’s his turn, right? Sirius was his protector, now he’ll be his. He’ll stay.

All that I know is I don’t know. How to be somethin’ you miss

…but it hurts. He misses him, he needs him like he needs air, water.

[…] your name, forever the name on my lips

And although Regulus was drowning, he was drowning long before he took his final breath. Whispering the name of his only true family, the only person he ever loved unconditionally, “Sirius…”

#james potter #marauders #regulus black #sirius black #jegulus #black brothers #remus lupin #starchaser #sunseeker #peter pettigrew

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vinatintasupernovita · 1 year

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Tell me your hp hot takes I desperately need to know (and i am not a marauders stan so I won't care if you're negative)

i have a lot of takes so i’ll keep it to my top 10!

1) I cannot STAND regulus black. he’s barely an idea of a guy, his fanbase is a timothee chalamet circle jerk coated w the same milquetoast white sad boy w a heart of gold character they give to every run of the mill YA-male protagonist. y’all just want a pretty boy and i would respect it if y’all didn’t act like he was the messiah of the era, he fucked up his ONE moment of redemption and didn’t even do it right infact it just made Harry’s time trying to save the world harder than it had to be

2) majority of fans of the marauders just like them bc they’re aesthetics of vaguely gay best friends in a partially idealized 80s where they do not do anything but chain smoke, have relationship problems, and die. they are frat boys, they’re doing a lot of dumb shit constantly and very minor are their problems dating related

3) i don’t like the idea Sirius and Regulus were physically abused by their parents. i actually think until Sirius was placed in gryffindor he was the family golden child and relentlessly spoiled, in the same way dudley was but with his bitchy mom who was not loving but more.. like instigatey and let him get away w stuff? i do think Walburga was emotionally abusive and clearly unstable, but i cannot see her laying a hand on her precious heir to the family name, esp since we Know the black family held that in Very high regard. Sirius was different fundamentally from his family but not to the point Walburga was Beating it out of him, he was given just enough room to push until he actively chose to run away at 16

4) Pandora Lovegood Was A Ravenclaw. Only Ravenclaw Parents like That have a kid like Luna. Xenophilius also was a Malfoy, he was like Sirius and fundamentally different but only Kicked Out when he Chose to marry into the Lovegood family, taking her name. he and lucius LOOK like brothers like cmon

5) Moody is a hufflepuff that is just important to me, also i don’t think he’s that old tbh war just does that to you, but again that’s more for personal reasons

6) Peter loved his friends more than anything and never once WANTED to hurt them. him ratting out the potters was more him ratting out Harry and hoping that Voldemort would Only kill Harry, leaving Lily and James bc he couldn’t imagine a life without them, but they could Have another child (bit fucked up but he was also looking for the easy way out)

7) I think Narcissa and Sirius were the closest cousins besides Sirius and Andromeda. Narcissa was the clear favorite of her family branch and so was Sirius, they’re also the closest two in age, i think they’d get along well at least before hogwarts

8) The Black Family are BROKE as fuck! I’ve told you abt this but for the sake of the post: Grimmauld Place is Ratty and Dirty and Ugly in the middle of muggle row houses! Why would the MAIN family branch of the black family live there if they had a choice? they have no money (at least substantially) and they’re just kinda lying about it and hoping for the best, slowly becoming like the Gaunts

9) I don’t ship wolfstar bc i think Sirius is noncommittal and Remus is too depressed to do this shit rn but during hogwarts all the marauders did kiss a lil bit but in a bro way (also most marauders fans think sirius is bi and remus is gay, i see it the other way around, that’s just me tho. i feel like a lot of wolfstar fans shoehorn them into outdated mildly homophobic character types (the slutty bi, the inexperienced gay, etc)

10) James Potter is Indian and this isn’t so much a hot take as it is a fact bc Harry is brown in most fanon bc he kinda accidentally was written as brown-coded but not a lot of marauders fans seem to equate that with James. However i do think Harry is mixed in the way that he’s half indian, quarter east-asian, quarter white. (Lily is wasian and she and petunia are half sisters. you can guess what ethnicity Petunia is)

bonus: i cannot see Andrew Garfield as Remus in any context i think y’all are insane for that cus it looks nothing like him, just use his actual actor’s younger photos/movie clips??

#again many thoughts #fresa is rambling

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cashandprizes · 1 year

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i was tagged by my gremlin partner in crime @mr-laveau to pick some songs and list the ships i associate them with. i am such a playlist girlie (gn) so this is very exciting for me!!! welcome to the inner machinations of my spotify~

Prissy (Alexis/Christian) - I know @autisticempathydaemon will have their own song (Hozier, I bet) for them but this is mine. It fits Christian's dorky but trying so hard vibes for me

Hot Honey Pizza/51 Shades of Honey (Guy/Honey) - SOMEONE i won't name names stole my song, so I had to pick another one! This is because of the silly jail jokes.

DAMN Polycule (FL/Damien/Huxley/Gavin/Lasko) - thank you @calicostorms bc this is from your playlist (HE MAKES SUCH GOOD PLAYLISTS Y'ALL) and like I could see FL saying this

Sam/Darlin - it was either this or save a horse ride a cowboy or pony ok this song is what I say every time I talk about the terrible amazing things I would do to my favorite southern belle (including the tiktok adlib "bend me over break my back in and fuck me from the back-") but I think it's still kind of cute and fits them

Ivan/Baby or Regulus and his listener - if you're ever met me you know I love my yanderes so much and like, Miss Twigs was NOT playing with this one (not pictured but also relevant is #1 crush by garbage)

James and his listener - I imagine his listener writing letters to give him when he (HOPEFULLY???) comes back just telling them about everything going on. It's very sappy.

Marcus/Love - speaking of yanderes <3 of course I had to pick a Vocaloid CLASSIC for this one

Alexis/Sam - I just.... this song fits them so well for me there's another Mayday Parade song that I think works too!

Not a ship, but this song makes me think of Freelancer and Caelum in the first season 💖💖

Geordi/Cutie - I mean. The title says it.

Spotify has officially said this is the maximum amount of songs I can link so that's it for now. Maybe I'll make a part two? Who knows. This is Lexi 🌕, signing off.

tagging my friends (no pressure live ur life): @calicostorms @angelnoodlesoup @just-call-me-angel @horrorscoupes @bicyclepainting @ejunkiet @gingerbreadmonsters (sorry if you were already tagged!)

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blogkhushi · 2 years

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Harry Potter

Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling is a book that has its own phase in each and every reader’s life. I had mine too. I recall being so fascinated by the series and blabbering about it to whoever would spare me their ear. Although Harry Potter was not my first series/book, it was definitely the one that marked the beginning of my love for reading. Harry Potter is a seven book long series encompassing the life of Harry, an orphan. The series brings out several themes which one will not understand in a single read. I personally have read the entire series at least five times accompanied by thousands of posts on social media. As a child, the magic, fiction, adventures, and emotions were what drew me into the fandom so deeply.

In the first book Harry fears going to Stonewell High, his next school, in Dudley’s (his cousin) old, hand-dyed uniform. The first few chapters of the first book give us a glance into Harry’s abusive household which is a complimentary contrast to Harry’s soon to be best friend’s family, Ron. Over the course of the book Harry finds a family at Hogwarts. He has multiple encounters that are strange even by the standards of the wizarding world. Towards the end, Harry has his first conscious, technically second, encounter with Voldemort, the antagonist.

Over the series Harry defeats Voldemort, one of the most powerful wizards of all time, over six times. Although the first time his victory at the end of each book seems quite engaging, it soon gets tedious. Each and every book, apart from the third one, has the same plot. It seemed like J.K. Rowling was stretching the series on forever. The fifth book, especially, was the one that wore me down. It was never-ending, with no specific plot and a poor ending. Parts of the series were really good, however they all began with Harry frustrated at the Dursley’s house (his aunt and uncle’s house who adopted him) during the summer break with some weird experience that will ultimately lead to Voldemort’s rise and ending with Harry’s victory.

Moving on from the plot, one can say that J.K. Rowling has idolised the wrong characters. For instance, Severus Snape ,Harry’s potions master, is depicted as a teacher who bullies his students so much so that one of Harry’s friend’s biggest fear is Snape. However, Rowling gave him a redemption arc and blamed Snape’s actions on the fact that he had a crush on Harry’s mother, the only person who gave him the slightest attention. Rowling showed Snape as the one who lost the love of his life to Harry’s father, James, a bully. She developed the plot in such a manner that at first glance young readers would totally favour Snape. However, in doing so she undermines the fact that Snape, a teacher, bullied his students, was ready to sell Harry and James to Voldemort for Lily (Harry’s mother), and only came over to the virtuous side because of Lily’s death. She fails to acknowledge that what Snape had for Lily was obsession and what James had for Lily was love. J.K. Rowling portrays Slytherin as the ‘evil’ house and uses Snape as an exception. By highlighting Snape she compromises the sacrifices of Regulus Black, who gave away his life readily and compassionately loved his house-elf Kreacher. He was the one who unravelled the Dark Lord’s secret of the horcruxes and tried to destroy them even before Dumbldore suspected a thing. She diminishes Horace Slughorn’s contribution to the war, both of whom openly refused to be a part of the dark side.

Furthermore, she glorifies Dumbledore, harry’s mentor and idol. She depicts him as the one who is always correct and deserves all the respect. Nevertheless, upon closer inspection we see that he was the one who forced Harry to live in an abusive household for eleven years and continued to send him back every summer. He was the one that raised “Potter like a pig for slaughter”.

J.K. Rowling’s glorification of few characters impedes the contribution and intricate emotions of characters like Hagrid, Ron, Arthur Weasley, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley, Mad-eye Moodey, Nymphador Tonks and many more who genuinely cared for Harry for who he was and not because he was the Chosen One.

Harry Potter is a beautiful piece of art which brings out several important issues; however, it fails to tackle them effectively and focuses primarily on the antagonist’s endeavors and Harry’s victories. It glorifies the wrong characters and brings out no particular message. Conclusively, Harry Potter is a good read but slightly overrated.

#harry potter #anti snape #harry potter series #anti dumbledore #albus dumbledore #harrypotter #dumbledore's army #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #ronald weasley #hermione granger

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what conspiracy theory do all the characters in art heist baby! believe in?

i can definitely see James thinking lizard people exist and he just watches Reg while he sleeps, waiting to see some scales

STOP I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OKAY

Okay i can totally see the lizard people thing lmaooooo!!! to me James is the classic “the moon landing was fake” he is nick miller screaming at regulus and remus “the shadows are off! the shadows are off!” (and Sirius is instigating not bc he also believes the moon landing was fake but because he likes to see regulus and remus mad lmaoo)

Regulus and Dorcas both believe in aliens but not in the “they come to earth to abduct and do tests on people” way but in the “the universe is so vast and expansive ofc we’re not the most intelligent life forms out there” way (marlene wholeheartedly believes they come down to earth to experiment on humans and will tell you a story of her cousins sisters uncles brothers boss who was abducted)

Peter is a flat earther just for the hell of it. He started defending flat earth theory as a joke but now everyone is increasingly concerned bc he seems a little too into it hahaha

Sirius believes we’re all living in an elaborate simulation and our choices aren’t really our own but he only gets super weird (or deep and philosophical about it) when he’s high but he’ll point out “glitches in the simulation” every time he sees them. Mary also believes this except it’s more in a “everything’s a simulation so I’m gonna have a fucking great time” way. But she thoroughly enjoys looking for glitches with Sirius

Marlene got superrrrr into the JFK assassination and believes it was an inside government job (she also has all this obscure, and out of character knowledge about history surrounding jfk that everyone is shocked by)

Barty and Evan believe in the Illuminati and think that a certain group of people sold their souls to the devil to obtain wealth and power and Barty calls out random celebrities and people he thinks are a part of it all the time and Evan has a list where he writes it all down with reasons why bc they’re trying to crack the code lmfaoo

Remus believes in Bigfoot HAHAHA HE DOES THO HE BELIEVES BIGFOOT IS REAL BUT HE WOULD NEVER EVER ADMIT IT OUT LOUD like you couldn’t torture that information out of him but sometimes he’ll look into the woods with that™️ look in his eye bc he’s out there,,,,Bigfoot

Lily believes in the conspiracy theory that Avril Lavigne was replaced with another look a like Avril Lavigne and she will show you 30471 YouTube videos about it and end her presentation with “just think about it” as she nods very seriously at you. she actually tackled remus to the ground when he wouldn’t stop laughing at her

#asks

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limetimo · 2 years

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RAB fics I read this week (12-18Jun)

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona First of all, SOUP! Second of all somebody give Pandora a massive hug and some self esteem third of all Regulus my beloved fourth of all just go read it it's amazeballs

dum spiro spero by SagaEllen Marauders + Regulus are all in a situation and by a situation I mean they're all queer and disabled and living that starving artist life and by all I mean ALL of them. Modern College AU, loving the atmosphere,

Auror Academy - the class of 1979 by Regulus_Potter Regulus drags his parents to the court for abuse and goes to the Auror Academy with lotta other people. Lily is a queen, and the Black fam relationships are complicated. ♥

Just Like Them by doshu *lowercase screaming* *uppercase screaming* I did not see the ending coming

Leto by doshu Bartylus my beloved! ♥♥♥ very beautiful, very powerful

Caught Somewhere In Time by remussendcigspls 13yo Harry and Hermione had an oopsie with the time turner and they're in the 70's! Wolfstar and Jegulus :D

Horace Slughorn is a homophobe by Herbologysucks, Wouldntyouliketoknowweatherboy04 90% texting fic, modern Hogwarts (still magical) AU. Pretty good! Regulus runs away to Uncle Alphard and Barty gets a redemption.

The Marauders and the Chamber of Secrets by SilverShadow1 HP and the Chamber of Secrets as read by Wolfstar, Jegulus, Lily and Peter. I cannot believe the amount of stuff I forgot. How many people do you think are hospitailsed every year because of dipping their dicks in the Swelling Solution?

Accidental Amphibian Acquisition by yletylyf for TheMightyFlynn !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'VE HEARD OF ACCIDENTAL BABY AQUISITION NOW GET READY FOR AN ACCIDETAL PET FROG AQUISITION ft Regulus and Severus ♥♥♥♥♥ CUTE

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro screaming crying throwing UP my guys my gals my pals is there anything sexier than a fic written in a specific setting the author knows a whole lot about

Of tuxes, sari and nalugu by anauro CUTE! CUTE!!! Bridezilla Regulus! James!!!!!! *spoiler* *spoiler* spoiler* akjhdalkuhdlakhjlakjhlkahlkja ♥♥♥♥♥

The Missing Link by Keysie IT'S HERE Remus and Regulus bantery friendship is bakk ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

so i dream, dream, dream of icarus by ElianSolaria aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Regulus dies and is reincarnated as Draco's frail little brother. BAMF Narcissa yes give her to me

Ashes to Ashes by doshu REg and Sirius get reincarnated as JAmes Sirius and Albus Severus it's what they deserve but also rip to Regulus on his new name

If you've got life, you've got fight by FiresFromOurHearts Regulus dies, Draco is born, reincarnation, one shot,

Cast the Little Prince by Tsume_Yuki ohohohohoh OHOHOHOHO this one is looking GOOD and I can'T wait to see where the author takes. Regulus reincarnated as Harry and remembers everything

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive) by euphorial_docx summer loving in Italy my babes

Stag or Doe by ImpishPyxie I-it's not Regulus fic, he's only mentioned because he kissed James once, but if you're in the mood for some tender James/Remus/Sirius smut then go ahead

Mistigris: J'en Ai Rêvé by Calypte James/Regulus sex scenes from another fic I haven't read yet. I'm gonna have to because the writing is *chef kiss* neat

art of death by regs (hatae) crying screaming throwing up Regulus is in a time loop

when you were mine by battlehamster single dad james and regulus on house arrest and they used to date in high school and now they're falling in love again even tho they never fell out of love in the first place top notch do recommend

Black flies by AllLivesMatter aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Good Old-Fashioned Loverboy by TakeSwimingLessons Regulus ficks off to Uncle ALphard, has fun with his Slytherin roommies and oh my god James Potter is the king of annoying people into liking him

The Persistence of Dreams by Anonymous I-- Regulus survives the cave but for everyone's safety he Obliviated himself pretty quite a lot and lives as a muggle with strange dreams and nonexistent memories and just whoa

first footings by wheresmejumper sksksjksaskljfalk Regulus living with the Potters in hiding and them all becoming friends

Kairos Amid the Ruins by Lomonaaeren accidental time travel turned universe travel ft. toddler Sirius and Regulus THEY'RE SO CUTE

Madness by any other name by AtomicMint Regulus didn't ask for a Hufflepuff army but the Badgers are affectionate and loyal ♥

We are younger and older now by Gunhyld Regulus AND Evan Rosier travel to their younger bodies after their deaths! :D Can'T wait to see how it goes!

nothing has to be true by Anonymous Ohohoo. Why did Walburga think erasing Regulus' memories of Sirius would work? :D I am excited!

The Last Words of a Shooting Star by Lucullan Sirius falls in the Veil, Regulus falls out of Veil

victory does not make us conquerors by olivearcturus Harry goes to the 70s but doesn't want to change anything major in case it made the future worse. Regulus has no such hangups, only a whole lot of spite and a lot of time on his hands. :D Loved it!

The house of discord by Petite00 ohoho. Regulus walks in on an Order meeting and gets mauled by a hippogryff how do you spell hyppogrif hippogrif hippogriff this is such bs why are hippopotamuses (hippopotami?) called "river horses"who looked at that massive beast and said "yeah that's a horse if I ever seen one". Guy hippo is a bull and a girl hippo is a cow, that's not horse terminology either. America explain!!!!!!!

like it's hard by vocatives yeah okay I'm sure I did this one last week already. the overlap is there. anyways YEAH this was a fun read, go for it. James/Regulus and JAmes/Regulus/Severus

#dear lord seeing all the drarry PWPs *sighs*#regulus black #fic rec

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imaginejamesandsirius · 2 years

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I would love a cheesy cute Hallmark Christmas style fic! Sirius, a big city high powered executive who hates his job is unwillingly on his way to spend Christmas with his not very loving parents but the roads are bad due to a snowstorm. He stops in a tiny little town and finds the local bed & breakfast. Owner James mother hens him into a hot shower, warm clothes, a meal, and over the next day or two while the snowstorm continues, he convinces Sirius to quit his job and live happily ever after with him in the picturesque tiny town. Any guest appearance by Regulus, who loves and supports Sirius, would be extra appreciated.

Sorry I didn’t think to ask for this months ago, to give you time. I could use a happy fic and your James & Sirius always make me smile.

((A/N: I broke my rules this once and pushed this to the top of my list so I could get it done by christmas. If you like christmas fics, enjoy! If not, we’ll be back to our usual, non-holiday fics soon <3 ))

Sirius was in the worst mood he'd been in since... well, since last Christmas.

He hated Christmas time. It's not like he had anything against the idea of it, and he loved all the lights and decorations people would use. He liked all the baking, and he was very fond of how many cinnamon food products there were. He even liked Christmas trees and all the tacky ornaments that people would hang.

What he didn't like was the way his parents insisted on having their Christmas be. It was like the stereotypical family get togethers that showed on the telly. There was manipulation and guilt, a distinct lack of cheer or anything resembling happiness, and Sirius hated it every single time. He'd tried to cancel this year. He'd tried to cancel last year too, and the year before and the year before. It had the same ending every time, with Sirius feeling annoyed and like he was fourteen again. He knew that he could always choose not to go and simply not show up, but when he did that, they always called to whinge at him-- as did Regulus, but for different reasons, normally of the variety of 'how could you leave me to that alone when I thought you were going to be there'. His parents, he could ignore. Regulus, not so much. They were persistent and taxed his already threadbare patience, so he gave in to save himself the fuss. That didn't mean he could just not call them to try and get out of it each year. He tried, it didn't work, but at least he felt like he'd put in the proper amount of effort to escape. Besides, it's not like he had any other plans around Christmas time.

In past years, he'd rented a car to make the trip to his parent's house. This year, he had his own car because he had to spend his money on something, and it might as well be a car. When he was a teenager, he'd wanted a motorbike, but it wasn't very practical, as an adult. Not doing what he did, anyways.

When he'd checked the weather the day before, it said that the winter storm wouldn't start until after he arrived at his parent's house. That was just fine with him, since it's not like he'd get there and then immediately leave again. Every single time he saw his parents after a year only having phone conversations with them, he thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe this time, they'd be happy to see him and they'd swap family gossip, and that would be the end of it. However it always turned out after a couple hours that they had capital 'o' Opinions about what he was doing with his life and was he sure that he was bent because he never mentioned a boyfriend and Father knew the best girl for him. They weren't exactly the arseholes they'd been when he was growing up, but they still weren't good company. Not after more than an hour or two, that is. An entire week of Christmas joy with them was just asking for trouble, and yet they all did it, every year.

He was thinking about it with growing dread as he drove, his bags tossed in the backseat and the presents he'd bought shoved in the boot. It started to snow, but he didn't think anything of it. He turned on the windshield wipers, expecting for the flurry to pass soon.

It didn't.

The snow got thicker, the flakes large and melting against his windshield. Sirius thought about trying to drive through it, but he glanced at the white-grey skies and the sign on the side of the road, pointing him towards a hotel-- more of a bed and breakfast, really, but he knew from past drives that there weren't any other options for him between where he was and his parent's house. He turned off onto the side road and made a mental note to tell his parents not to expect him in tonight.

He wondered if he was making the right choice, but after he pulled into a parking spot, the snow was so thick that he would've been crawling down the street with the hopes that he never saw another car on the road with him. No, this was the better choice, whether he liked it or not. He grabbed his bags-- just two, thank fuck-- and entered the building. It had a charming, cottage look to it, and under other circumstances, he might be happy to be here. As it was, he felt like he was wasting time and putting off the inevitable. It's not like stopping here would free him of his family duties for Christmas, and he'd prefer to get it over and done with. Still, he knew that he hadn't had a choice but to stop. Apparently, the storm had started early, and there was nothing he could do about that.

"Do you need help with your bags?" a man asked, his voice thick and sweet like honey. Or maybe he had a perfectly normal voice and Sirius just hadn't talked to a person he didn't want to kill in a very long time.

"I'm good thanks," Sirius said, giving his head a shake to get some of the snow off.

"Well, I'm James. I run this place. Do you need a room?"

"Yeah, that-" Sirius looked up and wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming "-would be nice," he said, hoping that there hadn't been a noticable stutter in his sentence. "Erm, I'm Sirius. Yes, it's my name, no, it's not like the emotion."

James's smile widened. "Good to know."

Sirius shouldn't stare and he knew he shouldn't stare, but he found it hard not to. It wasn't every day he opened a door and saw one of the most gorgeous men in the world, after all. James had black hair that sat unstyled in thick curls atop his head, even thicker lenses on his glasses, and a knit sweater that he filled out very nicely. And, of course, that smile. Sirius felt like time skipped a beat because of that smile. Half the time that Sirius smiled, he felt like it looked as plastic and fake as the rest of his life, but on James, it looked like he was genuinely happy.

"Are you staying one night or?" James asked conversationally. He moved towards a check-in desk, and Sirius followed. It was only after he saw James reach for a chair that he set one bag down-- the other was over his shoulder and hardly an imposition to him.

"Not to be rude, but yes just the one night."

"Why would that be rude?"

"I was on my way to spend time with my family when it started to get nasty out there. This town is the only place between where I was and where they live."

"Fair enough," James said, far from being offended. In fact, his smile widened. "I'll put you down for tonight, and if the storm lasts, we can extend it no problem."

"Sounds good to me," Sirius said, reaching for his wallet. James mentioned rates, and Sirius waved him off. Of all his problems, money was decidedly not one of them, and he'd probably pay double just for the pleasure of seeing James smile at him some more. Not that he said that aloud, of course. He had manners. He glanced further in to see if he could catch a glimpse of anyone else. "I take it this isn't your busiest time?"

"Not really. I tend to get more people in for New Year's than Christmas."

"That hasn't stopped you from decorating," Sirius noted, taking in the Christmas tree and the garlands over the fireplace-- a real fireplace, it looked like, but he couldn't tell for sure from this distance.

"Ha, you should see this place during Valentine's. Red and pink everywhere."

"That does sound like fun," Sirius said, a touch dryly. He disliked Valentine's even more than Christmas, for reasons he felt were obvious.

"You don't like Christmas?"

"It's not my favourite holiday that exists," Sirius said, trying to be diplomatic. It was all wrapped up in family drama that no stranger wanted to hear.

"I know you're not really here for the experience," James said, getting to his feet and walking around the desk, "but you might as well take advantage while you're here."

Sirius glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I've got cocoa," James said enticingly.

He laughed. "All right, you've talked me into enjoying myself. This ruins my careful plans of being a Grinch, I hope you know."

"I'm sure you'll survive. Here, I'll show you your room first. And- look, I know I'm teasing you about this, but if you just want to go to sleep and then leave in the morning, you can. You don't have to spend time down here if you don't want to."

"Oh no, no, no, you don't get to bribe me like that and not deliver. I get the feeling your cocoa will be the best thing to happen to me this entire holiday."

"On the one hand," James said, leading him up the stairs, "I hope that's not true because I want for you to enjoy yourself more than that. On the other hand, I think I would be ridiculously flattered if you liked my cocoa that much. If you like it as much as I do, well, that's grounds for a proposal, you know."

"I will keep that in mind," Sirius said with a laugh.

James pushed open a door and Sirius's first thought was that it looked warm. The decoration just felt warm to him. Comforting. Nothing like the gothic style of his parent's house, and it was a far cry from the bland, minimilastic design that his flat had. Blankets all over, and furniture that looked like he could sink into it. Nothing like his own couch at home, that pretty much kept the exact same shape no matter how much weight was put on it.

He convinced Sirius to take a shower first and get warmed up. In the course of convincing him to do that, he learned that Sirius hadn't had dinner and insisted on making him something to eat. It was the most aggressively he'd ever been taken care of, and Sirius would be lying if he said he didn't like it. When was the last time someone had taken care of him and not made him feel guilty about something at the same time? James more strong armed him into letting himself be cared for, which felt very different.

He thought, as he showered, that maybe he was reacting too strongly to James. Maybe James was a perfectly normal person in terms of kindness, and it's only that Sirius was so dreading spending time with his family that it felt this way.

That must be it.

Except then he walked downstairs and James beamed at him. Honestly. Beamed. He was like a ray of sunshine, and Sirius was utterly helpless in his light. His heart skipped a beat and he thought a tired, familiar Oh no. Fancying James wouldn't hurt him any, but it did mean that he'd be pining uselessly for the next month, and all it aws going to do was remind him of how alone he was when he went back home.

"Are you alright?" James asked, concerned.

"Fine," Sirius said, drudging up a smile.

James, of course, wasn't fooled by it for an instant. "You want to talk about it?" He slid a bowl of soup over to Sirius, and a spoon followed a second later. "Are you allergic to anything? I guess I should've asked that sooner, but better late than never, yeah?"

"No allergies," Sirius confirmed. He sighed, "And I'm sure you have better things to do than listen to me whinge."

"On the contrary, my schedule is wide open." He propped his head against one hand and looked at Sirius expectantly.

"Well, not to sound like a cliche, but I hate my job and my parents some days. My parents, some days. I hate my job all the days."

"What's your job?"

"Senior Operations Manager for Xtate Industries."

James blinked at him. "What's that mean?"

"It means I do a lot of talking to people that don't want to talk to me," Sirius said wryly.

"That doesn't sound very fun."

"It's not."

"Then why do you do it?"

Sirius shrugged, dipping his spoon into the bowl. "The pay's good." He brought the spoon up to his lips as James responded.

"Good enough to be miserable for?" he asked doubtfully.

"This is really good," Sirius said, peering into the bowl. He half-hoped that he'd be able to glean the recipe from it just by looking.

"Why thank you," James said with another smile. "Really though, if you hate it, why do you do it?"

Sirius took another spoonful before answering. "My brother got sick when he wasn't talking to our parents, and he needed treatment. The pay was good even when I was first starting out, so." He shrugged again.

"I can understand that, but why do you still do it? Is your brother still sick?"

He was, but he wasn't a kid anymore. Regulus had his own job now, and was more than capable of paying for his medication on his own-- and did, it should be noted. "No, I just... I already had the job, and it's not like I had any better plans. What about you, though? Is running this place your dream?"

"Would I sound completely hokey if I said yes?" James said with an easygoing grin.

"Yes, but I won't hold it against you. With soup this good, you can be as hokey as you please."

"How generous of you."

"What do you mean you're not coming?"

"Mum, it's not like I'm flaking out last minute," Sirius said, rubbing at his forehead. He could already feel a headache forming, and the conversation wasn't done yet. "There's a snowstorm."

"I am aware, but it'll clear up soon," she said primly. "Then you'll be able to come. There is no reason this storm should last all week."

"If it's still storming after a day, the road's aren't going to be safe to travel. I don't want to drive all the way out to your house just to turn around and leave the next day."

James rounded the corner, carrying a box. When he saw Sirius roll his eyes at his mother's reply-- "You promised that you would be here, and you aren't a chilid anymore. As an adult, it is your duty to keep to your word, even when it's inconvenient"-- he raised an eyebrow. "You okay?" he whispered.

Sirius nodded. "Mum, I'm going to see you in like three months for your anniversary. It's not as if this is going to mean that you won't see me for another year."

"I just think-"

"I'm getting another call," Sirius lied. He paused to pretend like he was checking the number. "It's someone from the office. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

She huffed but said, "All right. I hope everything's fine with work." Then she hung up. He was pretty sure his mother didn't believe in saying 'I love you' to her children. Gods forbid she actually make them feel wanted.

"I take it you and your mother don't get along if you have to lie to get her off the phone," James said.

"You remember that brother I mentioned?"

"Ah," James said, understanding crossing his face. "Say no more. Far be it for me to give you advice on dealing with bad family members-"

"But you're going to anyways?" Sirius said with a small smile. It didn't bother him that James stuck his nose in his business. They'd gotten pretty close in the last day, given that they were the only two people in the building, and there wasn't any chance of someone new checking in with the storm still going strong the way it was.

"I was hoping to," James said. It was an offer to back off if he wasn't welcome, but Sirius would love nothing more than to drag him in and never let him go. When Sirius gave him a nod, he continued, "Why do you bother talking to her? Either of your parents, I mean. If you still hold them responsible for something they did years ago, then you either need to forgive them or cut ties. Because if you think they're guilty and you can't forgive them for what they did, then spending time with them is only going to hurt you. Spending time with family should make you feel good about yourself, not wear you down."

"It's how everyone is," Sirius said in his defense.

"Not me."

"Ugh, you're probably on great terms with your whole extended family too, aren't you?"

"What extended family?" James said with an easy smile. "Look, I did say that I wasn't one to give advice about this. I never had any aunts, uncles, or cousins. I was an only child, and my parents had me when they were older. They died a few years ago, so it's just me. I haven't had to deal with holiday or visiting drama my entire life."

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but that sounds peaceful," Sirius said. Obviously he wasn't happy about James's parents dying, but not having to deal with anyone out of obligation sounded relaxing. It could make Christmas be like any other time of the year.

James just continued to smile at him. "It is. And there's nothing stopping you from making your life that peaceful too. I'm not saying it would be easy, at first, but I think you could do it."

"You do?"

"I think you could do anything you set your mind to," James said. There was a look in his eyes, like- no. No, surely Sirius was misreading that.

Him and James were walking a dangerous line, and he knew it. He was sure that James knew it was dangerous too, but maybe in a different way than Sirius was thinking of it.

They kept... looking at each other. It wasn't innocent looking, like he might do as he passed someone by in the same building. No, they were looking at each other with intent. They looked, and they lingered. Both of them let their eyes trail along the other, a caress without making physical contact.

For Sirius, falling for anyone at all made his life complicated. He'd learned how to be on his own, and he liked it. Having to shift to accomodate someone else sounded uncomfortable, not to mention being that open with another person. He wasn't sure he'd ever been vulnerable with someone else since he was fifteen, and the idea of doing it again was uncomfortable, to say the least. The idea of being hurt wasn't one he relished. Besides, he'd settled into his life. Sure, he sort of hated his job, and he wasn't that happy with where he was living-- but was too lazy to move-- but he'd settled into it. Change was frightening.

For James... well, Sirius wasn't that sure what was going on in his head, but it couldn't be a good idea for him to get involved with a client. Beyond that, this was temporary lodging. He knew for a fact that Sirius would be leaving soon, and James didn't strike him as the type of person to like a quick, casual relationship.

Even knowing all of this, he didn't stop looking at James, and James didn't stop looking at him.

"Would it horribly offend you if I asked to use your kitchen?" Sirius asked.

"Mm. Normally I have a firm 'don't let people use my kitchen' policy, but I will bend the rules for you. Just this once," James said, sticking up a finger and wagging it at him in warning. "Don't go telling anyone else about this."

"Oh, you're right, all the other guests would want to know my secret. You wouldn't get a moment's peace," Sirius teased.

James laughed. "Do I get to know what you're planning on doing there, or is it a secret?"

"No secret. I just wanted to make some hot chocolate."

"I can make that for you," James offered immediately.

"I know, but..." But ever since they'd started making eyes at each other, it felt weird to treat him like that. If Sirius could do it himself without getting in his way, then he'd do it. He wasn't trying to do everything but a couple things here and there made him feel better about his attraction to James.

"Was there something wrong with the way I made it?"

"No, of course not," Sirius hurried to reassure him. "I just didn't want to bother you."

"It's not bothering me, I'm happy to do it. You sit down," he said, giving Sirius a little nudge towards a chair. When Sirius didn't move, he gave him a more firm nudge. "Really, I'll take care of it."

Sirius sat down, because it was easier than arguing with James. Also, he did love the way James made it. He usually didn't indulge himself, but in the two days he'd been here, he'd consumed at least five mugs of hot cocoa, and no less than two cookies to go with each drink because James kept pushing them to him alongside the cocoa, and he sure as hell wasn't going to turn them down.

"You look a lot happier since you've arrived," James noted as he grabbed a saucepan.

"Don't most people?"

"It's not this drastic," James said, pointing a finger at him. Sirius felt like he was being accused of something, but he didn't know what.

"Okay?" Sirius said, for lack of any other response, and it looked like James had been waiting for him to say something.

"What I mean is, maybe you should think about changing a few things in your life. Clearly, what you're doing now isn't making you happy. Get a dog. Take more time off work. I dunno, just do something, anything that will make you happier."

They kissed. Saying that one of them kissed the other felt dishonest. They'd moved closer and closer together until it was perfectly clear what they were about to do, and neither of them could deny it.

The Christmas tree had lights twinkling behind James, the fireplace was crackling warmly, and they'd both been sipping on their cocoas while talking. It was horribly cliche, and Sirius loved every moment of it.

"You should stay," James said, fingers brushing through Sirius's hair leisurely.

He couldn't say the offer surprised him. James had made a few hints before officially asking. "I can't."

"Sure you can. I've got plenty of room and-"

"I didn't mean that," Sirius interrupted, because he was sure that James already had all of this laid out in his head, from beginning to end.

"Then what is it?" James asked. He didn't sound particularly bothered by being interrupted, or that Siruis hadn't immediately said yes.

"What am I going to do about-" Sirius started to ask, and then he stopped.

Because they'd already talked about all of this, basically. It wasn't that James had this planned without talking to him, it's that he already knew all of Sirius's answers. He knew that there was no reason for Sirius to say no except fear. Fear might be a good reason for everyone else to stop doing what they wanted, but hell, Sirius had been living in misery for years. A little fear might be good for him, especially since he knew that James would be there for him the entire time, holding his hand and smiling like their life together was a gift.

"Yes," Sirius said. "I'd love to stay with you."

#christmas #fanfic #prongsfoot #marauders #sirius black #james potter #filled #no magic au #getting together #post hogwarts #siriuslystarbucks

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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Strawberry Jam Sandwich | Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Time/Era: Marauders Era

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Y/N Potter and Regulus Black are a match made from heaven, even if other people didn’t expect it.

Request: hello first of all I really like your writing and hope you and your loved ones are doing well. could you write a regulus black fic? like reader is James’ sister and they get married (because regulus doesn’t die) and years later they meet Harry?

A/N: Thank you and thank you for the request! Let me know how you like it! Enjoy! I love Reg and I’m so excited to FINALLY write for him!! For anyone else wanting a fic; please request away!

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Y/N Potter and Regulus Black were a weird pairing in most people’s eyes. Both being the younger siblings of the two most popular guys in school, it made their peers raise their eyebrows. Not to mention, they were in rival houses and seemed to be on opposite sides of the war. But they just worked.

Y/N was a lot like her older brother, James; very loud and loveable. She was naturally talented on the quidditch field and loved to make friends. It was obvious that she had relationships with people of all the houses due to her outgoing attitude and warm sense of humor. While Regulus also played quidditch, he was much more introverted and shy. He didn’t have many friends, due to being categorized by his surname automatically, so he often kept to himself and spoke only when necessary. Y/N was the talker, Regulus was the listener.

Funnily enough, Y/N and Regulus met through the means of getting Sirius to make amends with Regulus again. Regulus had cornered Y/N in the library and begged her to help him come up with a plan to talk to his brother. They ended up meeting multiple times in the following weeks and grew to be friends.

Regulus adored her ability to be interested in small things; she once asked him what a necklace he wore meant. It didn’t mean anything in particular, but she sat and listened to him speak about his jewelry for almost 15 minutes. No one ever took the time to listen to what the younger Black sibling had to say.

To their ‘plan sessions” in the library, Y/N always brought a strawberry jam sandwich to munch on. They met after her quidditch practices, so James and Sirius wouldn’t find them, which meant she needed a snack to keep her energy levels up. She always offered him half, which the rather regal boy would decline nearly every time. Nearly. Regulus found her little snack absolutely adorable, especially when the jam got all over her face. It made her lips even pinker, and that much more kissable.

The sandwich became an inside joke between the two quickly. Even when passing in the halls, they would scoff and find the most outlandish way to mention the food. It wasn’t funny in hindsight, but it was something that connected the two in its ridiculousness.

Regulus paced back and forth among the bookshelves of the Hogwarts library, hoping to bump into his now best friend, Y/N. The library was near empty, as it was Friday night and very close to curfew, so even just looking for her held very little hope. She had mentioned something about having to finish an assignment she was procrastinating, so Regulus hoped she followed his advice to just get it over with.

The bookshelves were high and blocked most of the ceiling in the room, making the books impossible to read. Long, vertical shadows cast their darkness over almost every inch of the floor and offered very little light to allow him to navigate the maze of shelves. During the day, of course, this was a different considering the wall of windows that looked over the courtyards. The window seats were some of his favorite places to come and think. And the seats just happened to be his and Y/N’s meeting spot.

Regulus was about to give up on his search, but he noticed Y/N hunched over an astronomy book, sitting on the floor with her back leaning against a bookshelf. He casually slipped next to her, offering a shy hello.

“Hey, Black. What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Potter. Not exactly the best studying environment.” Regulus tilted his head back until it hit the books and turned his head to see her.

“Well, I’m trying to save myself from having to do this entire project tomorrow. I have a book, yet you appear literature-less. What’s your excuse?” Y/N moved so she sat with her legs crossed, the thick book laid open on her lap.

“I came to return this, you left it at our last meeting.” He placed a slightly toasted strawberry jam sandwich on the book. It was wrapped lazily in a green napkin and left an abundance of crumbs on her homework. Upon further inspection, the words will you be my girlfriend? were scribbled messily on the paper in black ink. Y/N’s jaw grew slack as she looked over at the highly attractive man next to her.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I just wanted to ask.”

“Are you being serious?”

“Dead, Y/N.”

A smile crept over her features and she held out half of the sandwich. “Suppose we can start our relationship with a snack?”

Regulus accepted the food, making a subtle crunching noise as he bit into it. “I suppose I can make the exception to eat your exceptionally plain choice in snack food, just this once.”

“I’m sorry, you’re dating who?” James laughs, shrugging his younger sister off before grabbing his broom.

By this point, Y/N and Regulus have been sneakily dating for more than half a year and Y/N was tired of hiding their relationship. After Regulus and Sirius had failed to rekindle their relationship, Sirius shoved his brother even further away than they started. It hurt the younger black to the point of giving up, but even he was tired of hiding their relationship. He loved Y/N with his entire being, and his jerky older brother couldn’t ruin that.

“Have you ever even talked to Regulus before?” Sirius adds, grabbing his own broom to prep for quidditch practice.

“Yes, and I am dating him. Not sure what’s so hard to understand about that.”

“We understand it, just don’t believe it. Now, don’t speak about things you don’t understand.” James kicked off the ground and flew in the direction of the quidditch pitch.

“Don’t understand? Excuse me?!”

“He’s right. I know you were just trying to prank us, but joking about something that personal isn’t funny, Y/N.’’ Sirius mounts his own broom and flies off after James.

After practice, Y/N hurried to the library to meet her slightly anxious boyfriend. Regulus knew you were telling Sirius and James, and he knew they would react badly. Y/N saw Regulus sitting on the windowsill furthest from the door and hurriedly walked over.

“Hey! How’d it go?” He asked after Y/N pecked his lips and sat next to him. Regulus wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“Not much to tell, really. They said I was trying to prank them and to not talk about things I didn’t understand. Honestly, I kind of wish they yelled.”

Regulus laughed and kissed her temple. “They’ll come around, I’m not exactly their favorite person so I can see why they don’t believe it. And I’m happy they didn’t yell because I know how you feel when people yell and I don’t want you to feel like that.”

“Holy shit! Get away from my sister!” James’ voice filled the area, Sirius quick on his heels. They must have been following Y/N after practice.

“Riddle me this, you want to spy for the order and potentially get KILLED?!” Y/N paced around the living room of Regulus and her shared flat.

It didn’t take long for Sirius to reaccept Regulus back into his life after seeing how he treated Y/N. At first, both older brothers thought Regulus was using Y/N to feed secrets and information to the opposing side of the war. They didn’t accept the couple and wanted Y/N to have nothing to do with the boy. But, after many feelings were hurt and various words were shared, they decided to give the boy a chance.

Regulus treated Y/N like a queen and made sure his girl knew how much he loved her. He wasn’t very good with words, but his actions spoke volumes. Flower bouquets were gifted periodically, as were small gifts that had a lot of thought put into them. During one of their study dates, he spent over an hour drawing a beautiful portrait of her. Not too long after, he gave her an entire sketchbook of drawings he knew she would love. Whether that was pictures of her friends, family, her favorite flowers, or something as mundane as the bench she loved to sit on, the gift had taken hours and hours of his time. It was obvious that Regulus was in love with his girl.

After graduating from Hogwarts, both Regulus and Y/N joined the Order of the Pheonix. Regulus still had heavy ties with Voldemort and his family, so Dumbledore asked him if he would consider being a spy for the Order. Even Sirius thought it was a bad idea. But, he had to prove that he wasn’t who he was raised to be. He had to prove himself to not only everyone around him, but to his inner soul.

“Listen, Dumbledore thinks that there’s a spy that infiltrated the Order and if I can find out who, maybe I can stop it. Think about it, James has a kid, a kid who is very valuable to you-know-who. We haven’t even spent a ton of time with him yet, but I know I can save him if I find the spy.”

“Yes, I realize that, Reg. But I can’t lose you in the process. We’re supposed to get married and have kids of our own and have a happy life-” Y/N takes a deep breath. “I can’t live without you.”

Regulus smiles a comforting smile, taking his girlfriend’s hands in his. “I know, darling. I’m not going anywhere. How about this,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small ring box, presenting it to Y/N. “Let’s get married. I’ve never been a fan of the big white wedding...and all you need is a few witnesses and two signatures. I’m sure Sirius and James would be more than willing to witness. What do you say?”

Y/N gapes at her boyfriend. “Are you asking me to marry you?!” Regulus laughs and pecks her lips.

“I love you so much, Y/N Potter. You are the light of my life and I am so lucky to have you. You have brought me so much joy and really made me the best person I could be,” He wipes a tear delicately from Y/N’s skin. “I asked James for his blessing, too, after the last Order meeting. He said he was ecstatic for us. So, Y/N, will you marry me? We can eat strawberry jam sandwiches together for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!”

“Hi, little one, I’m your uncle, Regulus, remember?- Ow! Not the hair!” Regulus sat in a suit in the parlor of Potter cottage with one-year-old harry in his lap. Y/N watched from the doorway, decked out in her white cocktail dress and heels. She couldn’t help but gush at the sight of her soon to be husband with a child; it felt so natural. Her heart swelled just thinking about watching him play with their own children.

“Yeah, he does that, keep him at a distance,” James responded, coming into the room. He was running late, as always, and was trying to tie his tie. “I can’t believe I’m witnessing my baby sister getting married!”

Harry gargled and reached his hands towards his father. “Dadadadada!!!!”

“I know, buddy, I’m right here. Hang out with your Uncle Reg for a while, yeah?” James responds, messing with his hair in the mirror. No matter how much he ‘fixed it,’ it all looked the same.

“It’s crazy how he looks so much like you, it’s like you copied your baby photos and made them come to life!” Y/N stated. Harry was almost an exact copy of James, but with Lily’s eyes.

Sirius came into the room, perfectly dressed with his hair tied back. “Well, are we leaving or not?” He asked, fixing the bowtie around his neck in the mirror for the 8th time.

“Pa’foo!” Harry squeals and squirms in Regulus’ arms. His grip tightens around the baby before pressing a kiss into his dark curls.

“No, not Pa’foo! Reg!” Sirius turned towards Y/N and whistled. “Damn, Reggie, not sure how you picked up this one! Look at the legs on her! Phew, lucky I don’t snatch you up myself!”

“Stop it! Can we please go?” Y/N swatted Sirius’s chest with her bag, embarrassed.

James plucked Harry from Regulus’ lap and hands him to Lily. “Yes, yes. Sorry, let’s go!” James kisses Lily’s cheek and disapperates out of his house.

Y/N walks over to Regulus and offers him a hand. “Ready to go get married?”

“I’ve never been more ready, my love. “

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