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sadsycamoretree · 2 years
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do we even see james and regulus interact in the books ??? why does this ship have such a chokehold on me oh my god they might not have even met
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bri-cheeses · 4 months
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“how can you not like Snape but like Regulus, Barty, and Evan?”
Because, in my mind, Snape was a bitch (derogatory), and Regulus, Barty, and Evan were bitches (affectionately)
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soup-of-the-daisies · 3 months
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dunno why but orion black slapping the ‘best protective spells known to wizardkind’ on grimmauld place prompts the image of him knowing sirius ran away the moment sirius made the decision. like the house wakes him up all “MASTER!! MASTER THERE IS A DISTURBANCE!!” so orion goes to sirius’ room in his snork mimimi nightshirt and makes direct eye contact with his oldest son. who is halfway through the window with his school trunk and an ancient broom orion’s quite certain he bought for himself when he turned 23. and sirius lifts his middle finger to his mouth shush and flip orion off simultaneously and orion simply turns back around and goes back to bed. because that’s fair and most importantly something to deal with when he isn’t still half drunk from his nightly nightcap.
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calamitoustide · 3 months
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It's my birthday! And like last year I give you presents. In December I decided to write a short and very little fic for the Dear Reader Anniversary and it makes its debut today with ch1. I finished off let the light in while I was on my break from posting too so there's that. And I threw in the road trip fic chapter just for fun. Alright that's all! Enjoy!
DEAR HELIOS - CHAPTER ONE
“Oy Regulus!” Barty calls out, through the lecture hall, “Your boyfriend waiting outside for you!” Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding. He hides his face in his hands. Slinking down into his chair. He feels eyes on him. He wants to die. “Yeah, come on Regulus,” Evan teases, “You can’t just leave him hanging! He’s been waiting there for ages!”
ROAD TRIP FIC - CHAPTER NINE
“James, what are you doing?”  They’re in the van, grappling underneath the bed to find something or other, Regulus isn’t actually sure. As soon as they made it into the parking spot they ran back here. They didn’t even let him see any signs when they drove in here, keeping him completely in the dark. He really should be used to it by now. Without a word they pull out the cowboy hats from a few days ago, brushing the dirt off the brims, they quickly throw one over to Regulus.  “What are—“ Putting theirs on they step out of the van, “Welcome to Nashville,” they say in a truly dreadful country accent. “Oh my god—“ “Yeehaw.” 
LET THE LIGHT IN - CHAPTER FOUR
"I’ll tell her tomorrow,” James says, “That we’re not dating.”  “What are you gonna tell her?” Regulus asks. “Like how are you going to describe us.” “I don’t know,” James mumbles, fiddling with the container in his hands. “You’re my person.”  “Your person?” James hums, “You’re not a friend, I mean you are but not… you’re just my person.”
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iheartmoons · 10 months
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is it just me or, after a long year, have the bartylus shippers finally started coming out of hiding again?
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Imagine a Jegulus pushing daisies au
James is a bashful piemaker with a secret - he can bring anything back from the dead with one touch, but send it back to being dead forever with a second touch.
Regulus “Reg” Black has dreamed all his life of running away from his parents and find his brother, but when he finally leaves home, he is murdered and thrown off the side of a ship.
James and private investigator Remus Lupin have a racket that involves James bringing people back to life long enough for Remus to find out how they died and “solve” the crime, but when James finds that Reg, his childhood sweetheart (and best friends/ employee’s brother), is their next client, he can’t bring himself to send him back to the dead. Thus, James and Regulus begin a relationship that is marred by the fact that they can never touch, but their adventures in solving murders, baking pies, and raising bees almost make up for their lack of physical contact. Almost.
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xysidhe · 2 years
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So my best friend has been forced is willingly reading the first chapters of my new starchaser/wolfstar/canon divergent everyone WILL live fic and her responses are golden.
"When i read about the Black Brothers when you are writing them, it's like a tragic melody. "
"Also, I'm already crying for these boys."
"THIS CHAPTER IS BREAKING ME"
"That's honestly where I started to tear up. Reggie's letter back is ugh, so perfect "
"The knife is such a nice touch 👌 Reggie feeling the bitterness of jealousy is my favorite thing so far"
"Omg, it was so fucking good. Chapter 2 is my favorite so far"
So thats what everyone has to look forward to once I get enough written that I feel comfortable posting! Which at the rate I'm writing should be? A week? Maybe two?
#i forgot how hilarious it is to write angst and watch someone lose their shit over it#and its funny because to be this is angst lite like no ones died yet therefore its fine#this fic now lives rent free in two heads its spreading#she wasnt even part of the marauders fandom let alone the jegulus fandom before i developed this hyperfixation#now shes highly invested in these dead gay wizards#this fic was actually written to be a comfort fic for me because i wanted more happy Sirius and Regulus and less Major Character Death#and now its mutated out of control#i have an obsessive knife weilding yandere gremlin Regulus who can will and wants to cut a bitch#a Sirius who believes his brother is an angel and capable of no evil while aware he can cover up a murder#regulus is being adopted by the marauders before he even starts hogwarts because hes helping plan their pranks#solely so Sirius stops getting in trouble#regulus has a rivalry with James that only Regulus is aware of??#james thinks regulus likes him because he bought him a christmas gift before they ever met??#regulus also develops a ricalry with lily and SHE IS ALSO COMPLETELY UNAWARE#this fic is crack on steroids and im not even in the drivers seat its all Reggie#dead gay wizards#regulus arcturus black#hp marauders#regulus deserved better#jegulus#starchaser#james deserved better#james x regulus#regulus x james#harry potter marauders#the noble and most ancient house of stab a bitch black#the noble and most ancient house of black#house of black#sirius black#black brothers
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sequinhaze · 1 year
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moonseeker! I started reading a spiderman au fic about this ship and I can't stop thinking about them
ship ask game
i don't ship it
why don't you ship it?
i gotta preface this by saying, wolfstar and jegulus are always endgame in my brain. i can't diverge from that, it literally causes me anxiety. my neurospicy brain doesn't like variance when it comes to set patterns yk? and those two are set in stone for me
so on principle i can't ship it, but sometimes even if i don't ship something i can see the appeal. in this case i really can't hahaha, which is not to say it's a bad ship! i just can't see it
what would've made you like it?
nothing on this earth
despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?
some of my friends write it and i love my friends. that's the positive thing.
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touchlikethesun · 1 year
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what time is it??? it is time for gwen's unsolicited opinions yet again ur so very welcome
i talk about this a lot and that's because it really gets under my skin, but i am so tired of how some people (not all, it's never all) characterise regulus when shipping him with james (and other places to but this is where i see his character most so). i won't be naming names, just trends, but consistently, reg is pushed into female coded roles, and that make me feel kind of uncomfortable
why is reg the figure skater when james is a hockey player? canonically, they play the same sport, so why is it different in the AU? why is reg maryjane when spiderman is his closer thematic parallel (great power, great responsibility, secret identity, unwilling hero)? why is he always shorter? it used to be that james was the shorter one among the marauders but in the majority of the art i see now, reg is this tiny waif compared to james. why is reg "baby girl"? why of all characters is he "baby girl" for the love of god?
and that's not even mentioning how horribly wrong some people get trans regulus.
i am not saying that people can't write/enjoy these tropes, but i want people to analyse why it's this specific character that is always being characterised this way. it feels like people (1) don't actually understand queer dynamics so they're just writing reg in a way to fit het dynamics and (2) they saw a less traditionally masculine fancast (i'm looking at you timmy, nevermind that timmy is so very masculine) and can't make the difference between a man who is feminine and one who is just like, actually a woman
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radioactive-rosh · 1 year
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real posts i see on my dash in 2022. based on my likes HOW 😭😭😭😭
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reysdriver · 6 months
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Breeding | R.B.
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Day 4 of Kinktober: Breeding Kink — husband!regulus x wife!reader
warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, breeding kink, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, some light angst and fluff in certain parts
words: 0.7k
a/n: this is one day late, but i'll post 2 oneshots tomorrow after my last midterm test I promise
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Regulus’ face was buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusted into you. His forehead was sweaty, but so were you, and you loved the sight of your husband’s dark curls sticking to his skin so you couldn’t care less about sweat. Honestly, all you could think about was how perfect he felt inside you. 
“You feel so good, Reg. So perfect.” You told him honestly. 
He let out a low moan before responding. “Not as perfect as you, my love. You make me feel so good. I’m gonna explode soon and fill you up just how you like.” 
You did love it when he came inside of you, but there was a sneaking suspicion in your mind that Regulus liked it more than you. Ever since you got married a few weeks ago, he had been obsessed with the idea of finishing inside of you in hopes of getting you pregnant. 
“I need it so badly.” You practically whined. 
He kept moving, hitting all of the right spots inside of you. He was letting out a series of heavy breaths and soft cusses right next to your ear, and it only increased your pleasure with every sound. 
“Are you sure you want it? You like it when I try to give you a baby?” 
Regulus got insecure sometimes; he always has. It’s been about a number of things, but no matter what it was, you tried your absolute best to help bring back his confidence and feel better about whatever he was upset about. This instance was no different than any other time, other than the fact that you were naked and in the middle of fucking. 
“I love it, honey, I really do. I want your baby so bad, then as many more as you’ll let me have.”
You were totally honest with him, even if you seemed like you were overcompensating for the sake of his comfort. You loved Regulus more than anyone in the world, that’s why you married him; there was no reason you wouldn’t want him to be the father of your kids. 
“I love you so much.” He told you as if he was reading your mind. 
“I love you too.” You promised. “You’re the best thing in my life, Reg— Oh, fuck!” Your train of thought was interrupted when Regulus sped up the pace and increased the force of his hips, plus adding a hand to your .
“You like that, my love?” 
You felt like you could only mumble words as an answer. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m getting close. Keep going.”
“So am I. I’m gonna fill you up and make sure you get pregnant for real this time.”
“Please, Reg. I really do need it.”
Just as you asked, Regulus kept up the rhythm of his thrusts so you could both finish together. He was hitting that perfect spot inside you, the spot that had you leaving scratches on your husband’s back and gripping the sheets with your other hand until your knuckles turned white. 
With a loud groan, Regulus released inside of you, but kept moving the way he was before as best as he could to help you along. After a few seconds, you reached your climax as well, and let Regulus know by letting out a moan and running your hand along his back far harder than you were before. 
You both took a moment to cool down, with Regulus laying on top of you, resting until your vitals went back to normal. Once his heart rate was back down, he pressed a sincere kiss to the part of your neck where his forehead had just been tucked, then he straightened his body and pulled out of you slowly. 
When moving out of you, he replaced his cock with his two fingers, eliciting a sharp breath from you as you jerked your head up to look at him between your legs. 
“I’m sorry, my love. I just want to make sure nothing spills out this time. We have to let this one be for real.”
You crashed your head back against the pillow. “This is gonna be the one that takes, I have a really good feeling about it.” You told Regulus. “You’ll be such a good dad, Reg.”
He tried to hide his face between your legs, but the grin was unmissable. “And you’re going to be a great mom.”
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messrsage · 2 months
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Potter Hair
from @jegulus-microfic prompts: comb + cry (word count: 1093)
When James gets home it's eerily quiet. He toes his shoes off and starts making his way upstairs and towards Harry's room.
By now their son should already be asleep but he always makes sure to kiss him goodnight when he comes home anyway. Before he can call out for Regulus and let him know he's home he hears a faint noise coming from the other side of Harry's door.
When he opens it the sight that greets him makes him want to bite down on his lower lip to keep from laughing. He knows that if Regulus caught even a whiff of amusement coming off of him he'd be in trouble. So he does his best to keep it in.
Because there Regulus is; staring at the broken comb in his hands, tears of frustration in his eyes. He looks like he's been in a fight.
Correction, he looks like he's been in a fight and he's lost.
His normally perfect hair is standing up, his cheeks are red with exhaustion, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he looks just about ready to give up, sitting on the floor with their son.
In short, he's a mess.
Harry babbles happily next to him, playing with a toy train on the floor. The kid looks perfectly fine, a complete opposite to his father.
"This is your fault," Regulus says by way of greeting. There's anger in his voice. Frustration. He sounds bone-tired and weary. Drained. Like he's given up.
And suddenly James feels a lot less amused.
Because here Regulus is, doing his best to take care of their child. Here Regulus is, obviously frustrated and overwhelmed. Here Regulus is; the man who fought Voldemort and won, ready to wave a white flag in the face of their sons hair.
James sighs, closes the gap between them in a few short steps and comes down to Regulus's level. He sits down next to him, pulls him close and smiles when Regulus doesn't resist it.
It can't be that bad if Regulus is letting him touch him, he thinks.
"Another broken comb, huh?"
Regulus lets out an exasperated breath.
"That's the third one this week, James. The third one. How can someone so little have such strong hair?"
"That's the famous Potter hair, love," James chuckles.
Regulus rolls his eyes, sighs. He looks so sad. James hates that.
Tentatively he pries the comb out of Regulus's hands. He's got a death grip on the thing but when James runs his fingers over alabaster skin the grip loosens.
"I knew I shouldn't have married you," Regulus mutters as James puts the comb to the side and away from Harry's curious gaze. "Your family's hair is cursed."
James gives a low laugh, pulls Regulus closer with an arm around his waist until he's basically sitting in James's lap.
"Hm," he says into Regulus's ear. He can feel Regulus suppress a shiver under him. He smiles into his neck, delighted that he still has that kind of effect on his husband. "Now that's a lie and you know it. You love my hair."
Regulus stays quiet. He's not gonna deny it. He does love James's hair. Loves to run his fingers through it. To play with the little curls at the nape of his neck. To pull it when James's mouth is on his body.
"Maybe," he says eventually and it's a whisper in the moonlit room.
He gestures towards Harry, who's now laying half ontop of the trains, slowly blinking in a futile attempt to stay awake past his bedtime.
"But I can't keep dealing with it on him. We spent an hour like this. He's missed his bedtime, the comb is broken and-"
He pauses there, unsure of if he should say what he wants to. Unsure of if he can.
James waits quietly the way he always does. He knows this isn't easy for Regulus. Expressing his emotions. Admitting something is hard. Asking for help. But he's gotten better about it over the years and James has learned not to push. To just squeeze him tight, hold him close, let him know he is there.
Eventually Regulus continues.
"And he cries and I hate it. I hate it so much and then I want to cry, too. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to be making him sad. I hate it, James. It's the worst sound in the world, his crying."
There's tears in his eyes again but this time they start making their way down his cheeks even as James hurries to kiss them away for him.
"Hey, it's okay," he says, shushing the boy in his arms. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll figure it out, yeah? I'll talk to my parents, ask how they handled my hair when I was a baby, all right? It's okay, love."
Regulus buries his face into James's neck and James does his best to pull him closer still, a hand coming up to cradle the back of his head while the other one runs up and down his back in a soothing motion.
He's trying to reign it in. He doesn't want to upset Harry. Doesn't want to wake him up either, now that he's so close to falling asleep. So he muffles the sounds of his sniffles and sobs into James's neck, lets himself be soothed.
"Sorry," he mumbles eventually. "I'm just really tired."
"No," James replies. "None of that, you don't apologise for feeling, okay? You're allowed to be tired. How about you go take a bath and I'll put Harry to bed, yeah? And then we can order some food and relax on the sofa together. Does that sound good?"
Regulus sniffles again, wiping at his face with the sleeves of his sweater. If his mother saw him now she'd have an aneurysm, he thinks absentmindedly.
He nods eventually, takes James's hand into his own. Kisses each and every knuckle softly, sweetly. Just because he can. Just because he's allowed to. Just because he wants to.
"I love you," he whispers against his hand. "Even with your terrible hair."
He can feel James laughing, feel the kiss he leaves against his hair.
"I love you too," he says before he starts pulling them both up.
They turn towards Harry at the same time, ready to pick him up and put him to bed. What they find instead is a toddler in his quidditch-themed pyjamas, laying halfway across the train tracks, eyes closed and drooling all over the floor.
idk if this really counts as fluff but happy birthday @carrythispictureforluck hope you've had a lovely day <3
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prettybabybaby · 7 months
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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
content: noncon, stepcest, forced pregnancy, dark!stepbrother!regulus, fem!reader
it didn't seem like it, but regulus was all too willing. his mind was spinning in excitement at his mother's plan. her insistence to maintain their pureblood status had led her to believe that this was the only way to keep it. regulus was instructed to impregnate you by any means necessary.
sirius had gone insane. "they're siblings!" he exclaimed time after time. stepsiblings, regulus wanted to say. not that it really mattered. the black family is no stranger to incestuous relationships.
and regulus had been dreaming of an opportunity to fuck you, to bury himself deep inside you and fill you to the brim with the next heir. his once sweet stepsister who was now headed down the wrong path, infatuated with some useless muggle. his mother would never allow such a thing, and neither would he, especially now.
your nails were no match, your words even less. you're my stepbrother. you're hurting me. regulus, please. your pleas went in one ear and out the other, his pleasure drowning out the noises. his focus on the way your silky walls clenched around his twitching prick, unconsciously begging for his seed to breach your fertile womb, and regulus refused to stop until it did.
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phase - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 141
"Regulus Arcturus Black!" Barty screeched across the dorm room. "How could you?"
Regulus rolled his eyes and ignored him, adjusting his shirt in the mirror.
"You've disappointed your father and I for the last time!" Barty continued dramatically, gesturing to Evan and grinning. Evan, who was reclined on the bed next to him, ignored the entire exchange. "Tell us it's just a phase! An act of rebellion!"
"It's just a shirt, Barty," Regulus grumbled, still perfecting his appearance.
"It's a Gryffindor jersey, Reg! You're supporting the enemy!" Barty lamented, falling on top of Evan like he'd fainted, hand draped on top of his forehead.
But Regulus, whose shirt read POTTER on the back, could care less about Barty's claims of betrayal. He was just excited to see James's face when he saw Regulus in it at Gryffindor's victory party that evening.
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ellecdc · 20 days
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Mother, i had a request but i forgot what it was 😭😭 i was sooo excited tooo 😫
But in trying to remember i had another brilliant idea!!
Reader x Reggie where theyre both stoic, slightly volatile 🐍 but theyre actually really soft and mushy. And then SURPRISE!! Theyre actually also dating Remus who takes care of them and is super protective. Maybe its revealed near the full moon and possessive Moony makes an appearance.
Siri is flabberghasted; Barty is horrified his darling sweethearts are be defiled; James is shook; and Lily is yhe ultimate bro and super proud of Rem.
Anyway, im sorry your computer was so mean to you. I hope you're looking after yourself 🩵🩵
......this is going to go down in history as my most controversial post........😈 may I present to you.....poly!MoonWater 😈😈😈😈😈
poly!moonwater x fem stoic!reader (i.e., Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x reader)
Sirius Black was admittedly currently going through a hard time.
Now, depending on who you asked, one (literally everyone and anyone) might say it was his own fault.
But if you asked Sirius Black? It was everyone else and their insufferable happiness that was to blame.
His insufferable best-friend-that-anyone-could-ever-ask-for finally landed the woman of his dreams and said woman of previously mentioned best friend was horribly in love with the sod.
Even his baby brother was happy! Which seemed like an oxymoron because in looking at Regulus Arcturus Black, one would assume that boy had never known a single moment of happiness in his life.
If one took into account their childhoods, they’d be right.
But Regulus Black, who was quiet in a way that made you feel like you were always being judged and ridiculed (you were) who very rarely had a kind thing to say about anyone had found happiness (read: a girl) who, for all intents and purposes, could be his personality doppelganger.
One difference, however, was that you were quiet in a way that always had one feeling like you knew too much, saw too much, and you were far too perceptive for anyone’s good. You always seemed to be analyzing the people around you and Sirius, sue him, found that incredibly disconcerting. 
He did not wish to be known, thank you very much. 
And even Moony! Moony, the bastard, was seeing someone! Fucked if Sirius knew who though because the sod wouldn't tell anyone who they were. He just kept popping back to the dorm room covered in hickies and looking far too pleased with himself whilst offering no details.
He was even spending entire nights away from the dorm, and always made sure he had the sodding map with him so they couldn’t even see where he was.
So yeah, Sirius was pissed.
And before you ask – no, it’s not because he was lonely – in fact, he had frequent visitors in his bed thank you very much.  And NO, he didn’t want to discuss the fact that perhaps if he didn’t run at the first sign of commitment or emotional intimacy, he too would have happiness. 
Perhaps he just wanted everyone else to be slightly less happy for his own sake.
Did no one ever think about Sirius Black?
Give right now for example. He and Regulus had been...hanging out (if that’s what you could call the two of them sitting together not speaking as they each did their own homework) since Sirius insisted it was important to do so, especially since Sirius no longer lived at home meaning that their usual means of brotherly bonding (read: trauma) no longer took place. 
And then James showed up (he was so lucky Sirius loved him) who was but of course accompanied by Lily Evans (she was so lucky she’s as lovely as she is) which turned into a small James Potter roast on account of Regulus and Lily both having years’ worth of material from hating him up until recently, and Sirius had loads of material on account of him being a certified hater. 
And then Moony showed up, and if Sirius didn’t know any better, he had definitely been fooling around mere moments ago.
But Sirius did know better.
“Moony, what broom closet did you just crawl out of and where’s the poor soul that was stuck in there with you?” He spat.
Remus merely chuckled and pulled a book out of his bag, making himself comfortable in one of the library’s grandfather chairs. “No one was stuck anywhere with me.”
“No, I’m sure they were a very willing participant.” Regulus drawled, looking particularly bored for all intents and purposes, never bothering to lift his gaze from his book.
“No need to be jealous, baby Black. You’re more than welcome to join me in such broom closets.” Remus joked with a wink.
“Oi!” Sirius swatted at Remus on behalf of his brother (he’s welcome). “That’s my baby brother you’re talking about, and he’s taken thank you very much.”
“Merlin knows how,” James muttered none too quietly, “it’s not like he’s very approachable.”
Regulus lifted a lazy eyebrow as he looked at James from above the pages of his book. “I’ll have you know I’m very approachable to those I wish to be approached by.”
“Hi Reggie!” 
“Get fucked.” Regulus called back to Barty Crouch Junior, hardly sparing his best friend a glance as he approached him from behind. 
“Wow, Reggie’s in a good mood today, huh?” Barty said as he sat on one arm of Regulus’ chair, causing James to laugh until he realized that Barty wasn’t joking.
Suddenly another body showed up and gently sat on the other arm of Regulus’ chair.
Sirius watched as Regulus’ impassive face completely cleared of all contempt and he looked up at you with pure and unadulterated adoration.
It made Sirius sick. 
“Bonjour, mon cheri.” He murmured softly, in complete contrast to the harsh, militarized way he had previously been spitting at everyone else. 
You smiled gently at the boy as you pulled a notebook out of your book bag and produced a small, pressed flower, handing it to Regulus between your thumb and forefinger.
Regulus looked at it like you had just presented him with a hundred-year-old bottle of fire-whiskey.
“Did you pick this for me?” He asked gently, plucking the flower from your fingers with matching delicacy.
You offered him a quiet ‘mhm’ and Sirius noticed a shy smile grace your lips. Regulus’ eyes moved from the flower to your face, and he gazed at you like you had hung the moon.
“Merci, mon amour.” He said reverently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
Lily looked at the two of you with a smile one might see on the face of a proud mother, James looked at the two of you like he was seeing a bowtruckle for the first time, and Remus looked oddly taken with the show of affection. Barty was apparently the only other sane one amongst them – oh gods, maybe Sirius really was losing it.
“Where the fuck has this Regulus been the last six years?” Barty muttered incredulously. 
Without much effort on your part, you reached over Regulus’ shoulder and shoved Barty off the arm of the chair and onto the floor before sliding to sit directly in Regulus’ lap.
“You...alright, Crouch?” James called tentatively from his place on the other side of the couple. 
“Oh, I’m fine. That’s just how she shows her love.” Barty said as he bounced back up, completely unperturbed. 
“Is it now?” Sirius asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. Remus swatted Sirius’ leg with his book.
“What?” Sirius squawked.
“Be nice.” He chided.
“I am nice! And why do you care?” Sirius argued, though he never got an answer. 
“I think they’re cute.” Lily announced, sending a sly smirk towards Remus.
“See? Lily gets it.” Remus said with a shrug as he went back to his book.
Sirius hated every single one of them.
But if Sirius thought that had been rough, he had no idea what was in store for him today. 
Sirius, Remus, Peter, James and... Lily had all been sitting at the Gryffindor table during dinner when Sirius noticed you rushing into the Great Hall looking rather frazzled.
“Whoa, what’s going on with Y/N?” Peter asked, apparently having noticed you at the same time as Sirius.
The conversation stopped abruptly as Remus’ head snapped towards the entrance, seemingly on high alert upon hearing of your arrival.
Sirius watched as you scanned the Hall before your eyes fell on their group. Your face crumpled in misery, and you rushed over. You were usually so polished and poised, any and all emotions locked away behind a well-fitted mask, no wonder you and Regulus got along so well.
Regulus...something must have happened to Regulus. Sirius had a dreadful feeling settle in the pit of his stomach; what could have happened to make you rush up to him looking that alarmed?
Except...you breezed right past him.
“What’s wrong, lovebug?” Remus cooed quietly, causing Sirius to choke on his own spit.
“He was hurt during practice.” You cried quietly, voice no more than a whisper as you moved to step between Remus’ spread legs where he had rotated on the bench to face you. His hands landed on the back of your thighs were his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your tight clad legs.
“Okay. How hurt?” Remus asked just as quietly, ignoring the sputtering happening from James, the chuckling from Lily, and the horrified expression painting Sirius’ face.
“Dislocated shoulder.” You cried miserably, as if you’d just been told Regulus was damned to spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state.
Remus’s mouth looked like it was fighting really hard to smile as his eyes pooled with equal parts fondness, worry (for you or Regulus, Sirius wasn’t sure at this moment), and no shortage of love.
What the fuck was going on right now!? 
“What the fuck is going on right now!?” Sirius demanded, his outside voice echoing the one inside of his head.
You startled a little at his exclamation, leaning closer into Remus who increased his embrace around you. 
“What’s happening dear padfoot, is it appears your brother has been injured during quidditch practice. Perhaps you ought to go see how he is?” Remus taunted as he continued running soothing hands over your body.
“Yeah, yeah; the sky is blue, and people get hurt in quidditch. Now what is this!?” He screeched gesturing wildly at the two of you. 
You looked equal parts embarrassed from the attention and equal parts wanting to tell Sirius off for downplaying what you clearly thought was some great upheaval in Regulus’ life when Lily spoke up.
“I’m surprised it took you this long to notice, Pads.”
His mouth dropped open as he turned to regard his best friend’s girlfriend with a look of pure betrayal.
“Et tu, Lily!?” Sirius cried as James sputtered, “you knew!?”
Remus just smiled as he shoved his nose into your collarbone. You brought up a hand to begin scratching at his scalp, and Sirius was certain the sods leg would be thumping in contentment if he were a dog.
“Let’s go, Sirius.” Remus finally muttered, interrupting an argument that was going nowhere between James, Lily, and Sirius. “You’ve got a brother in the hospital wing.”
You hurried on ahead of them, clearly not interested in the talk the two friends were about to have.
“So, are you fucking my brother too or just fucking him over by screwing his girl?” Sirius finally spat with his arms crossed petulantly over his chest. 
Remus groaned and looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for strength to get through this conversation with Sirius Drama Queen Black. “Sirius, can you ask me a question that’s less likely to get me punched in the face?”
“No.” Sirius muttered. 
“He’s happy, Sirius. I promise.” Remus pressed. “He...he really deserves all the love he’s getting.”
And Sirius would have been an absolute arse if he’d had anything to say in response to that...
Don’t get him wrong, Sirius was an arse and did have many things to say in response to that, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when they walked into the hospital wing to see you sitting on the end of Regulus’ hospital bed.
Regulus, save the sling holding his arm to his chest and the fact that he was sitting in a hospital bed, looked as casual as Sirius ever remembered seeing him, smiling at you with...
Love.
A lot of love. 
“I’m fine, amour, I promise.” They heard him plead with you as they approached.
“Still have all your limbs, I see.” Remus commented as he walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ hair, causing the youngest Black to blush something fierce as he looked over at Sirius. 
“I’m sure she told you I was comatose.” He commented quietly, turning and offering you a wink.
“Don’t tease me...” You moaned, looking very much like you still wanted to fold Regulus up and put him in your pocket for safe keeping.
“Yeah, don’t tease her, love. You’d be sitting in this hospital bed all on your lonesome with no one you dote on you otherwise.” Remus jokingly chided. 
“Love.” Sirius groaned with a dramatized gag. 
“Oh, grow up, Siri.” Regulus barked.
Sirius’ head snapped over to his brother at the sound of his childhood nickname. Regulus’ cheeks were still dusted pink, whether it be at the unplanned outing of his relationship, being hurt, or the gravity of this moment.
Regulus hadn’t called him that since they were children...like, real children before the trauma, the alienation, the disinheritance, the running away...
Perhaps because Regulus had spent all of that time living in unmeasurable pain. Just like Sirius had.
And maybe, now...Regulus had people who made him feel brave enough to be vulnerable like this, to reconnect in ways he long thought impossible. 
Fuck Moony and his good naturedness; Sirius hated that Remus was right about this. 
“Oh, fucking Godric.” Sirius muttered petulantly as he pulled Regulus into a bone crushing hug.
Literally.
“Sirius!” Regulus groaned before Sirius was ripped away from his brother. Sirius expected Remus to be the one throwing him to the floor for inadvertently hurting Regulus’ injury...but it was you. 
“You idiot.” You hissed as new tears formed in your eyes, immediately moving to grab the ice pack from the bedside table and gently placing it on Regulus’ shoulder.
Remus and Regulus looked at you with so much adoration, Sirius was certain hearts were going to start pouring out of their eyes and floating around their heads.
“I’m fine, thanks!” He called out as he hauled himself up off the floor. 
“Oh good.” You said sarcastically.
“I don’t like this.” Sirius grumbled, causing all three faces to turn to him.
“Pads...”
“Sirius, please.” Regulus implored.  
“What if you break his heart?” He asked no one in particular. “What if you hurt my baby brother? Who am I supposed to support then? Or you; what am I supposed to do if you hurt my best friend? And what if you tossers hurt Y/N!”
The three of you shared a look before his brother turned to him. “Sirius, if we breakup, I give you permission to side with Remus.”
“And if we break up, I promise you can side with Y/N.” Remus added.
“Nope.” You said quickly, “that’s fine, I don’t need to be included in this.”
Sirius groaned out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank gods. Okay, okay. I guess I'll allow it then....”
“THE THREE OF YOU ARE WHAT!?” Barty screeched as he stood at the door of the infirmary, still in his quidditch kit.
“Do we actually have to have this conversation again?” You groaned quietly.
Remus shot Regulus and extremely guilty look as he slowly stood.
“Remus.” Regulus warned.
Remus grimaced and slowly made his way over to you.
“Remus John Lupin, I swear to Salazar...”
“Regulus, I love you; I do. But...he’s you’re friend an- NOW DOVE” He shouted, and the two of you took off in a sprint out of the infirmary. 
“Quite the catch you’ve got yourself there Regs.” Sirius taunted. 
“Sod off.” Regulus muttered as Barty made his way over to his bedside.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Sirius jeered as he, too, took off out of the infirmary, leaving Regulus Black to deal with the likes of Barty Crouch Junior on his own.  
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Sirius had never really liked Barty. If he could he wouldn’t be here right now. But well, Barty was one of the few people who was close to Regulus, and in this case the only one who could help. Desperate times call for desperate measure and such.
Barty looks up from his work, and upon seeing Sirius he smirks. “Trying to see the big bad Slytherin in their natural habitat?”
Sirius rolls his eyes, not raising to the bait. “I need help.”
Barty simply raises an eyebrow. “And I would help you why?”
“How did you start dating Reggie?”
Barty stared at him for a moment, processing the words before he laughs. “I always knew you were mad but I didn’t realise you were into the whole Black family incest too.”
Sirius barely restrains himself from strangling the boy in front of him. “It’s not for me. It’s for -“ Sirius trails off unwilling to out his best friend.
Barty simply rolls his eyes. “It’s okay you can say Potters name.” At Sirius’s shocked expression Barty looks up and sighs. “You’re as bad as Reg. Congrats on being the second last person in the whole school to know that they’re in love with each other and idiots.”
Sirius splutters indignantly. “Excuse me for hoping that it would be a passing infatuation.”
Barty gives him a look and yeah, okay, fair. They were talking about James I already planned our wedding the moment I saw you Potter and Regulus I’d kill someone just to see you smile Black.
“Well why haven’t any of you done anything about it?”
“We tried. Clearly, it was less than successful.”
“Can’t you just tell James what you did to get with Reggie?”
Barty laughs derisively. “I did nothing. He was the one who walked up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck.”
Barty laughs at Sirius’s disgusted expression. “You asked Black.”
“I don’t even know why I came here.”
Barty shrugs. “Beats me. At the rate it’s going I’ll probably die before they get together.”
Sirius thinks back on the way James and Regulus have been dancing around each other for months and - Yeah, someone needed to pull their heads out of their asses. He swears he and Remus were nowhere near this bad.
It says something about the way his life is going that he’s agreeing with Crouch.
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