Heya!! Hope you are having a good day.

For your ask me/tell me anything was wondering if you had any JatP fic recs?

Absolutely!!

Here’s two that made me cry and four that just made me smile a lot ( very Reggie heavy because he kinda owns my whole heart)

These are all on Ao3

I am fine, I am totally fine (I’m not fine) by InvisibleRaven ( who I’m sure you already know is incredible)

Birthday Boy Blues by @invisibleraven

And then fun ones

Reggie’s Epiphany by thek9kid (fem! Reggie fic that made me die laughing)

Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me by thessalonike( starblessed)

( hilarious and adorable PeterPatterLina + oblivious Alex)

Not the Tall Thing Again by anxiousdryad

( it’s just funny)

I’m Still Breathing by puddlesandparkinglots

( asthmatic siblings Julie and Reggie, one of the actual most adorable fics I’ve ever seen in my entire life!)

Thanks for the ask darlin’!

to the moon and back

Once upon a time, there was a wizarding family that was powerful and mighty. Nicholas Selwyn was the last of their family, and he and his wife Calliope had yet to have a child—an heir to continue the Selwyn name.

Then a miracle happened: Calliope had finally borne a child. A child born of the Selwyn and Rosier bloodline, the heir for whom they have waited so long. On the summer solstice of 1962, a daughter was born. And she was given the name Y/N, a fitting name for a princess. Families from the Sacred Twenty-Eight came from all around to offer gifts and praise for the little girl.

Among those families were the Blacks. Walburga and Orion Black had two sons. An almost two-year-old Sirius clung to his father's leg, hiding from everyone else. While the almost-one-year-old Regulus was sitting comfortably in his mother's arms. 

“Oh, Calliope, you are glowing!” Walburga Black praised the new mother, balancing her son on her hip. Walburga peered over the little girl that was bundled in a pink swaddle in Calliope's arms. “She's a darling!” 

“Yes, she is.” Calliope agreed with a wide grin. “The sweetest angel I've ever seen.”

Calliope looked up at the tiny hand that was a few inches away from her daughter's face. Six-month-old Regulus had his tiny hand over the newborn's face, seemingly admiring her.

“It looks like Regulus likes Y/N.” Walburga laughed, beaming at her son. Suddenly, Regulus' smacked Y/N square in the face.

“Regulus Arcturus Black, you do not hit women!” Walburga scolded the boy in her arms, who had no idea what was happening. Meanwhile, the little baby in Calliope's arms was screaming her head off, her face red as her cries echoed in the banquet hall.

Calliope soothed her daughter, an amused smile on her lips as she glanced at the little boy who had just hit her child.

"Oh, hush, Walburga. The boy doesn't know any better; he's just a boy.” Calliope chuckled. “I think he just really likes my daughter.”

“Regulus has great taste, then.”

“Maybe one day they'll fall in love.” Calliope mused, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at the little boy who had his eyes locked on her sleeping daughter. Walburga laughed, shaking her head. “We'll see.”

June 21st, 1968

Selwyn Manor was filled with colourful decorations, bright pink and lavender ribbons, and balloons lining the parlour and hallway. There were beautiful floral arrangements in tall vases, and even pink and purple flowers have been planted in the garden outside.

It was Y/N's sixth birthday, and she was beyond excited. Her mother and father opted not to throw another lavish party, but the house elves insisted on decorating the manor according to their young mistress' desires. Calliope and Nicholas proposed that instead of a party, they would take her on a summer trip to France as a gift for their daughter's birthday.

“Mummy, how do I look?” Y/N asked, twirling around as she modelled the dress in front of her mother. She was wearing a frilly lavender-coloured dress made by Miffy—their house elf—that doted on Y/N far too much.

Calliope beamed proudly at her daughter. “You look enchanting, mon ange.”

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows. “Mon ange? What does that mean, mummy?” 

Her mother chuckled. “It means 'my angel' in French, my love. This summer, I'll be teaching you French, alright?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly, nearly jumping with excitement at the mention of learning another language. “When are we going? When, when?” 

“We'll just wait for your father to finish up at the ministry, my love. After that, we'll go ahead.”

“Okay, okay. Can I go to the garden now, Mummy? I want to play with Miffy.”

Calliope laughed. “Alright, alright. Just don't get messy, okay?”

Y/N nodded before darting out of the room, the little house elf hot on her heels. Calliope shook her head at her daughter amusedly. Her little girl is going to get along quite nicely with the youngest Black son.

“Both of you shall be on your best behaviour for the whole summer in France; do you understand me?” Walburga reminded her sons, her gaze narrowing at her eldest. “Do you understand me?” 

Sirius tried his best not to roll his eyes at his mother, but he failed miserably. “You've told us that at least ten times this week, Mother.”

Walburga glared at her eldest, letting out an annoyed sigh before turning to her youngest with a smile. “Do you understand, Regulus?” 

The boy nodded, not wanting to get on his mother's bad side, like Sirius always did.

Walburga beamed at her youngest son, patting him on the cheek. “We are to leave eave at six in the evening, after your father gets done with business. You two better be ready to leave before five.” She turned to her eldest, snarling at him before turning and walking away from the young boys.

“Reggie, wanna go play in the garden?” Sirius asked as soon as their mother was out of earshot, a mischievous grin on his face. Sirius was often the troublemaker between the two, always rebelling against their mother's rules. Sirius despised their parents' belief in blood supremacy. It was a load of dung, according to Sirius, who loved watching muggle children play out in the streets in Grimmauld Place.

“But mother said to behave, Sirius.” Regulus hissed at his brother. Regulus hated it when Sirius got in trouble with their mother, usually persuading Sirius to go along with their mother's wishes in order to keep him from getting punished, but his brother was one stubborn git.

“Come on, Reggie,” Sirius urged, wiggling his eyebrows. “It'll be fun! We can pretend to have wands and duel.”

Regulus rolled his eyes at his brother. “If Mother-” 

“You're goody-goody with the elf; ask him to zip his mouth.”

Regulus scowled. “That elf has a name, you know.”

Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. So, are you coming or not?” Regulus sighed before giving in and following his older brother outside. As soon as the two boys got outside, Sirius looked around in search of a branch they could use as make-believe wands.

“Aha! Here you go, baby brother, a wand.” Sirius grinned, passing a thin branch to him. Regulus eyed the branch in his hand. “Do all wands look like this?” He asked, his nose scrunching in disgust.

“I dunno, s'pose so,” Sirius shrugged. “Bella's wand looks like a wonky twig, though.” Regulus cringed at the mention of their eldest cousin.

“I don't like Bellatrix.” Regulus muttered.

Sirius chuckled. “Who doesn't? Bella's a bit...mad. Glad we're not spending summer with them this year.”

Regulus smiled at the thought of spending the summer away from London. It was going to be their first time in France, and both boys were ecstatic. They have heard so much about the Black estate in France from their uncle Alphard, who spent all of his summers along with his siblings in the estate. Sirius and Regulus could not believe that their mother was once a happy child, much to Alphard's amusement.

“You think Mother and Father will leave us alone in France?” Regulus asked, fiddling with the stick in his hands.

“They do it every day, Reg.” Sirius rolled his eyes at his younger brother. Walburga Black was not the maternal kind; she had no patience for things related to child care. She decidedly left it all to the house-elves to care for her sons.

“Right,” Regulus cleared his throat, “so are we duelling or not?” 

Sirius gripped his wand and waved it around. “Prepare to duel!” He grinned mischievously, aiming the faux wand at his brother. “Jelly legs!” 

Regulus pretended his legs had turned to jelly and stumbled around clumsily. Making Sirius burst out into laughter. Regulus quickly turned and pointed his wand at his brother. “Tickles!”

Sirius twitched his nose and looked around himself, pretending that he could feel the invisible tickles. He aimed his stick at his brother again. “Eat slugs!” 

Regulus fell to his knees, pretending to vomit on the ground with a smirk. The garden was filled with giggles from the two boys as they duelled each other.

“That was fun!” Regulus laughed, trailing behind his brother as they carefully walked back inside the house.

Sirius turned to look at his brother and grinned triumphantly. “Told you.”

“You two look filthy!” Sirius and Regulus turned around, only to see their mother glowering at them.

“What did I tell you?” Walburga seethed at her sons. Regulus hid behind Sirius, who stood defiantly in front of his mother. “We just went out to the garden, Mother.”

“Kreacher! ” Sirius and Regulus flinched as their mother's shrill voice echoed through the house.

There was a loud popping sound, and the elf appeared next to their mother. “Mistress be wanting Kreacher?”

“Take the boys and make them look presentable. After that, pack their trunks for the summer.” Walburga ordered the elf before yanking Sirius by the arm and pushing him to Kreacher. Regulus whimpered, shifting under his mother's gaze, before walking to his brother's side.

“Keep them in line, Kreacher. We leave at six sharp.”

The elf bowed. “Yes Mistress. All shall be done, oh yes, shall be done.”

“Oh, for Merlin's sake! Hurry up!” Walburga screamed for her children. It was already five forty-five in the evening, fifteen minutes before the Blacks had to leave. She turned to her husband with an annoyed look. “Go get your children.”

Orion let out a loud sigh before turning to walk up the stairs to the boys' room. “Bloody woman, treating me like a dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that!?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” Orion quickly ran up, evading his wife's anger.

“Boys, what's taking so long-” Orion opened the door to his sons' room, expecting them to be slacking, only to see Sirius fixing his brother's hair.

“There you go, Reggie!” Sirius declared proudly, handing his little brother a mirror. “You look good, if I do say so myself.”

Regulus took the mirror and looked at himself. His curls were slightly slicked back, with a few tendrils hanging loose and framing his face perfectly. Regulus grinned, passing back the mirror to his brother. “You should do my hair often, Sirius.”

Orion smiled at the sight of his sons. He never had that kind of bond with his own brother. He opened the door and stepped inside, the smile gone from his lips.

Orion cleared his throat, making both boys jump. “Boys, come on. Your mother's waiting downstairs, and you know she's not fond of waiting.”

“Yes, father.” Sirius turned to Regulus, taking his hand in his. “Come on, Reg, summer awaits!” All three of the Black men descended down the stairs. Walburga scowled at the sight of her oldest son's hair.

“I said to look presentable, Sirius.”

Sirius smirked, running a hand through his black mane. “I am presentable, Mother."

“You little-” Walburga raised her hand to strike her son when her husband cut her off.

“Just get in the fireplace, Sirius, Regulus,” Orion sighed, shaking his head. When they didn't move, he lightly pushed his eldest. “Now!”

Both boys scrambled to the dusty old fireplace, Regulus gripping the ends of his brother's robes. Sirius had a grin plastered on his lips, provoking his mother further.

“Get a handful of floo powder, Sirius,” Orion ordered. Sirius turned to the pot of black powder on the side of the wall, taking a handful of it in his small hands.

“Now you must say this clearly; otherwise, you and your brother would get transported to the wrong place. Black Manor, Dinard, loud and clear, Sirius.” The seven-year-old boy nodded, clearing his throat before loudly speaking.

“Black Manor, Dinard!”

Green flames engulfed the two brothers as they were transported into a beautiful sitting room. The smell of wood and spice immediately invaded their nostrils as soon as the two boys stepped out of the fireplace. Sirius and Regulus were awestrucked. The manor in France was far better than Grimmauld Place.

It was a sight to behold. It had a grandiose feeling, as if it had been lifted straight from the pages of an old French novel.

The walls of the elegant room were a deep forest green, the shade of which had been carefully matched to the hue of the lush gardens outside. In the centre of the room was the focal point, a large emerald green velvet sofa that seemed to invite anyone to sink into its depths. On either side of the sofa were two matching armchairs, upholstered in the same emerald velvet. The cushioning was studded with silver buttons that shone when the sunlight hit them, and the legs were carved from dazzling marble. Behind the sofa, the walls were lined with large, dark wood bookcases and cabinets filled with fine silver trinkets and antique books. An old-style grandfather clock was tucked away in the corner, counting down the minutes with its sombre ticking. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, and Persian rugs covered the floor.

For illumination, several grand candelabras rested on the tables and were held aloft by marble pillars, which were intricately carved with rococo details. Each candelabra was adorned with five burning white candles that cast a soft, golden glow over the room.

A grand piano sat in the corner by the arched window, while a gleaming bronze chandelier hung above it. There were gilded mirrors on the walls with silver frames that gave the room an extra sparkle. There were huge windows around the room, with rich green velvet curtains in a silver pattern parted in the middle to let light in.

A place of true elegance and sophistication. It was as if every detail was chosen with care, from the luxurious green and silver brocade that draped the walls to the gleaming marble floors and the grand mahogany-framed clock overlooking the room.

The flames roared again, revealing their parents. Walburga stepped out and immediately screamed for a house elf.

With a loud pop, a small elf appeared. It looked better than what Kreacher looked like. The elf wore a tea towel around its waist and a huge green ribbon atop its head.

“Mistress be needing Dilly?”

Walburga turned to her sons. “These are my sons, your young masters. They will be spending the whole summer here. I trust that my sons will be taken care of.”

“Dilly will take very good care of her young Masters; yes, she will. Only the best for the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

Walburga nodded curtly before turning her attention to her sons. “You both shall be on your best behaviour for the whole of summer. Do you understand? If word gets out to me that you two show anything less of what I have taught you, there will be consequences.”

Regulus visibly gulped, shifting under his mother's gaze. “Yes, mother.” 

Sirius looked unaffected by their mother's gaze. “Yeah, yeah, behave and all that.”

Suddenly, the fireplaces erupted into green flames once more. Out stepped a little girl with long (y/h/c) hair tied in pigtails and bright (y/e/c) eyes dressed in a frilly lavender-coloured dress. She was clutching a white-stuffed bunny in her arms as she looked around.

“Greetings, little one.” Orion greeted the little girl, who gave him a small, shy smile. Y/N fiddled with her hair as she stood by the fireplace, waiting for her parents. A little while later, the flames erupted again, revealing Nicholas and Calliope Selwyn. Y/N quickly hid behind her mother, clutching the skirt of her robes.

“Walburga, Orion, it's been so long,” Calliope greeted, taking a step closer to the Black matriarch, leaning in for a hug.

Y/N eyed the older woman curiously. She had aristocratic features, high cheekbones, and full lips, making her look regal and elegant as she stood. The little girl tugged on her mother's skirt. “Mummy!” she whispered fiercely, tugging on her mother's skirt harder. Calliope pulled away from the raven-haired witch with a chuckle as she looked down at her daughter.

Regulus looked at Y/N with an unamused look, scrunching his nose in annoyance. “She looks like a spoiled brat.” he whispered to Sirius, who nodded in agreement.

Walburga smiled down at the little girl, which shocked Sirius and Regulus. “You must be Y/N.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older woman. She looks scary, Y/N thought before promptly hiding behind her mother's back.

Walburga chuckled. “She's a bit shy, I see.”

Calliope laughed. “Oh no, my daughter is anything but shy.” Her gaze then fell onto the two boys huddled in the corner.

“Sirius, Regulus, come forward and introduce yourselves,” Orion instructed. Both boys stepped forward, standing tall and proud.

“Sirius Orion Black, the third at your service.” Sirius grinned proudly before bowing, his long hair falling over his face.

Calliope laughed at the young boy's enthusiasm. “You've gotten bigger since the last time I've seen you, young Sirius.”

“My name's Regulus, Regulus Arcturus Black.” Regulus smirked proudly, bowing like his brother.

“My, my, such well-mannered boys.” Calliope praised.

Walburga beamed proudly. “I taught them well.”

Sirius snorted, making Regulus chuckle. Their mother did not teach them anything because she threatened them if they did not comply with all her rules.

"Y/N, darling, introduce yourself to Mr. and Mrs. Black, my love."

“No.” Y/N huffed behind her mother.

“Come on, darling. Introduce yourself; tell them how you love dressing up.” Nicholas chuckled, nudging his daughter from behind his wife. Y/N reluctantly stepped out, a scowl etched on her lips. “Y/N Artemis Rosier Selwyn.” She introduced herself with a curtsy.

“Sirius, Regulus, go ahead and kiss Y/N's hand like a true gentleman.” Walburga urged, pushing Sirius slightly.

Sirius grinned mischievously as he took Y/N's hand and softly placed a kiss on her knuckles. “I am pleased to meet you, my fair maiden.”

“Likewise.” Y/N gave him a small smile.

Regulus rolled his eyes at Y/N. She looked like a girly girl. And he hated those kinds of girls. His cousins Narcissa and Andromeda were like that, and it wasn't fun. The two older girls would always drag him and his brother into whatever they pleased. And it annoyed Regulus more than it annoyed Sirius.

“Go on, Regulus,” Walburga urged her youngest son, who scowled.

“Hello, Y/N. I'm very pleased to meet you,” Regulus said, his tone annoyed.

“Pleased to meet you, Regulus.” Y/N curtsied. Regulus walked back to Sirius, only to be stopped by his mother. “Ah, ah, ah!” She urged her son, pushing him to kiss Y/N's hand.

Y/N raised an eyebrow as Regulus' face contorted in disgust. He looks conceited, and Y/N wanted to punch him in the face just because of it. Regulus reluctantly took her hand, scrunching his nose in disgust before kissing her hand as quickly as he could.

“So happy you could come.” Regulus sneered.

“So happy to be here.” Y/N said with a sickening sweet voice, rolling her eyes at the boy. 

“She's a darling, Calliope. Such a fine young lady!” Walburga complimented the little girl with a smile.

“Yes, she is.” Calliope chuckled, beaming at her daughter.

“But don't let that innocent face fool you. She has the famous Rosier temper.” Nicholas laughed.

“Ah yes, the famous Rosier temper.” Orion agreed. “I do believe we all know what that temper is capable of.”

“Ah, so you've been a victim of it?” Calliope asked with a smirk.

“Cygnus' wife, Druella.” Orion laughed. “Let's just say that I couldn't utter a word for a week.”

All the adults burst out laughing, leaving the children confused. Regulus perked up at the mention of his aunt Druella, whom he liked the most because she gave him the most sweets.

“I remember that! Drue was absolutely furious that you called her fat once when she was pregnant with her first.” Walburga snorted, almost forgetting about her manners.

“Mummy, can I go play?” Y/N asked, interrupting the adults' laughter.

Calliope looked down at her daughter. “Why don't you ask Mrs. Black, mon ange?” 

Y/N scowled, much to her father's amusement. She then reluctantly turned to Walburga, with a pleading look in her big, bright eyes—a look her father knew so well.

“Can I please go and play, Mrs. Black?” Y/N asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Walburga chuckled. “Yes, my dear. After all, the manor will be your home for the summer. Go ahead and play in the garden with Sirius and Regulus while your parents and I catch up.”

“Thank you!” Y/N grinned before running out to the garden.

Sirius chuckled while Regulus groaned. “What a total bummer.” He couldn't believe he was going to be stuck with her all summer long. Regulus was sure she didn't like anything that he and Sirius liked to do, like quidditch or playing in the dirt. She looked so stuck up, and it made Regulus want to run away from her. He'd rather get chicken pox than be in the same room with her.

Walburga cocked an eyebrow at her sons, telling them to go and follow Y/N. Sirius ran outside to the garden with Regulus hot on his heels. The boys spotted Y/N sitting on the grass as she looked up at the starry sky.

“Whatcha lookin' at?” Sirius asked as he sat beside Y/N. 

“What do you think I'm looking at?” Y/N said sarcastically, not batting an eye at the two boys who were beside her.

“Ouch, venomous.” Sirius grinned, scooting closer to Y/N. “You looking at the stars? Looking for me, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the older boy beside her. Her eyes then landed on Regulus, who had his lips curled into a scowl, as if it were normal.

“What are you scowling at?” Y/N snapped at Regulus.

“Nothing,” Regulus sneered, turning his gaze away from Y/N. He couldn't stand her; just looking at her made him want to vomit. Y/N rolled her eyes, wanting so badly to just run away and never come back.

“Your brother's a git.” Y/N whispered in Sirius' ear.

“He'll grow on you.” Sirius promised with a smirk.

“Regulus looks conceited.”

Regulus' ears perked up at the mention of his name. He was conceited!? How dare she!?

“What did you say?” Regulus snapped, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N smirked. “You heard me.” She then turned back to face the stars.

Regulus huffed, his annoyance towards the girl turning into anger. He walked up to the flower beds and scooped up a handful of mud before walking back to Y/N and Sirius.

“Oi, Y/N!” Regulus yelled. As soon as she turned around, Regulus threw the clump of mud at the younger girl.

“My dress!” Y/N shrieked as mud splattered across her face and dress. She tried to wipe it off, but it was of no use. She glared at Regulus, who was smirking. Y/N balled her hands, clenching them into tight fists before storming up to Regulus and punching him square in the nose. Regulus stumbled back as he clutched his bleeding nose.

“You git!” Y/N screamed angrily as she tried to land a punch again. Regulus then pushed Y/N into a nearby bush. “I hate you! I hate you to the moon and back!” Y/N screamed at him, standing up and running back inside the house.

Sirius and Regulus burst out in a fit of giggles. That girl is certainly a spoiled brat.

“Mummy! Mummy! He threw mud at me!” Y/N shrieked as she approached her mother from the Black's back garden. Her dress was covered in mud, her pigtails were dishevelled, and she had twigs and leaves stuck in her hair. “Mummy! Regulus threw mud at me!” Y/N yelled again, tears forming in her big, bright eyes.

Meanwhile, the boy in question was snickering from behind the large oak door.

“The little spoiled princess got what she deserved.” Regulus grinned triumphantly at his older brother, who was trying his best not to burst out laughing at the sight of little Y/N Selwyn, stomping her foot at her mother and father, demanding that they do something about Regulus' behaviour towards her.

This was not her idea of fun.

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Quiet Time

Female Slytherin reader x Regulus Black

Summary: you spend some quiet, soft time with your boyfriend

Warnings: mentions of a fight and Reggie's great parents.

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"Hey come on, let's go back to the dorms" You quietly tell your boyfriend, Regulus. He and Sirius had just gotten into one of their fights in the hallway, ending with Sirius giving him a black eye. It's one of the few arguments between the brothers that has escalated this much.

He has been standing in the empty hallway ever since, not caring about how the skin around his eye starting to become purple.

He looks up at you for a moment before slightly nodding and taking your outstretched hand. You guys walk down to the common room and make your way up to his dorm.

He's glad when you guys get inside, Barty and Evan aren't there. The last thing he needs is two of the nosiest people he knows in here when he looks like this.

You pull out your wand and lift it up to his face. He immediately flinches back the second he sees you pull out your wand.

"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt you, baby. I was just going to cast a healing spell for your eye, cause I'm pretty sure you don't want our friends seeing this. Is that okay?" You explain to him softly, knowing how skittish and gentle he can be after fights with his brother or mother and father.

"Oh. I'm sorry. It's okay, I just..um, I.. you can do the spell" He looks down as if he were ashamed of himself. If he does, you're not surprised, knowing about his childhood and his home life.

"It's alright, nothing to be sorry for. Here, just sit down and it'll only take a second to heal" You lead him over to his bed.

Once he's sitting, you hook a finger under his chin and tilt his head up so you have a better view of his injured eye. You bring your wand up again and quickly cast the spell, healing him right away. No one can even tell it was there in the first place.

"There, all healed" You kiss him softly.

"Thanks, Y/n/n" He gives you a small smile. "No problem, I'm always here for you" You say as you lay down beside where he's sitting. He follows, now lying beside you.

You signal him to turn the other way, and he compliently does. You then spoon him, holding him close to you. "Don't tell anyone" He whispered. "Don't worry, I won't, baby" You kiss the crown of his head.

You know he secretly loves being the little spoon and how you call him 'baby'. Though he'll never admit it.

You love it when he's all soft like this. The upcoming of how this one turned out wasn't something you want to have repeated. You hate what happens to your boyfriend because of his family, but you'll give his as much love as he needs in replace of all he doesn't get.

Wanna play mermaids?

Barbie dolls: jegulus x reader (James, regulus, you)

Words: 3.4k ish

Summary: you and regulus work as mermaids at the renaissance fair and shockingly a lot of dads hit on you guys but what if one of them was hot?????? OH GOD PLEASE RELASE ME I WANT PEACE PLEASE GOD PLEASE

Warnings: your mermaid name is meryn, I personally think mermaid is a gn term but I understand why you wouldn't view it that way I was a mermaid kid so all I did was read books on them so to me personally I just feel like they wouldnt care about gender norms or gendered language BUT I UNDERSTAND so you and regulus are referred to as mermaids but there is no other gendered language, morden au, marylily is real, regulus is trans with stars around his top surgery scars and he's a tad insecure about the scars but it's cool, that's all.

You and your boyfriend, Regulus, loved working at fairs. You both had spent a very long time honing your costumes and characters. So when the biggest fair in your area hired you both, you were giddy. After you hung up, you and Regulus both screamed and jumped around the kitchen, holding onto each other. After waiting and picking at the fine details, the fair had finally opened again.

Every summer for about three months the fair on the outskirts of town was open. People dressed up, fairies, witches, queens, knights, regular old Renaissance peasants, came from all over to join in the festivities. Behind the large, fake, castle gates was a massive amount of care and love. People worked to fill their booths with handmade products. People spoke with old accents, calling out to thou to payeth for a large pretzel with your Chime credit card. You loved it. All the costumes, all the activities, all the love people put in, seeing the joy in children's eyes as they met real life mermaids. Even if it was just you and your  dumbass boyfriend in costume, it was real to them. You were even more excited to go to the one in town, you had seen how their mermaid tank was set up.

For quests they had to find the building with the painted mermaids all over it. It was open concept mostly, as most things at the fair were, no ac, all wood, and still beautiful. The building was mainly there for the gift shop, if the people wanted to see the real mermaids they'd have to follow the small stone path. Through a small arched gate, vines climbing up it, was a small winding garden path. Stunning flowers and vines growing around them as they made their way down the line. Eventually they'd turn the corner and see it. The large tank of water, usually with a mermaid inside. Around the tank were large fake rocks, making it look less like a tank and more like a tiny cave. Inbeaded in the rocks were gold dabloons and seashells. False seaweed twisting around the rocks. It was convincing enough for a child. Then there was another small path that led the guests out of the garden and back to the gift shop.

For the mermaids however, the path was different. You entered in through the gift shop, an employee showing you behind the beaded curtain in the back. Through there you found two doors, both painted teal that was now peeling and dim. Through the door on the left was a bathroom aka changing room. Through the door on the right was a small pool, the half of the tank that wasn't visible to the public. On two of the walls there was a space to walk, sidewalk wide. There were regular old swimming pool steps off in the corner, a lovely space to sit and take a break in your opinion. Then across from the door was an entryway. It started at the bottom of the tank and raised all the way up to just above the water. You entered the tank for the children to see you by getting into the pool and then swimming through the entry. It was most definitely one of the nicer set ups. There was one time where you showed up and found a troft waiting for you.

You and Regulus had gotten dressed, slid into your tails, and flipped yourselves into the pool all within an hour. You still had about thirty minutes to waste before you were needed outside. You had noticed that Regulus was quieter than usual but you just assumed he was tired. It was early in the morning and he was more of a night owl. Though now as you were both sitting on the steps, passing time in silence, you felt worried. You nudged his shoulder with yours. You asked him if he was alright and he seemed to sink. He shrugged. There a moment of silence before be started whispering to you.

"I'm just worried someone might say something." You raised an eyebrow at him.

"About?" Regulus rolled his eyes and gestured at his chest. He had scars, but so did millions of people. Regulus once vented to Sirius about his insecurities over his scars and Sirius offered the solution of tattoos. Of course he would. Regulus took it though. He went and got stars littered around them. Regulus was definitely more confident in them when you were alone or with friends but he always seemed to get a little antsy before working. You shrugged.

"Has anyone said anything before?" You already knew the answer. You just needed to remind him of it. Regulus pinched his lips together, shaking his head. "Then why would anyone say something now? What makes this job any different?" Regulus sighed and dropped his head on your shoulder.

"I have no real merit behind my anxieties." You nodded. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, glad he finally came to a proper conclusion. You slipped off the step, dropping to your shoulders in  the water. Regulus soon joined you. You swam through the opening. The outside part of the tank was much nicer than the inside. It was still early in the morning, the fair opening accnoucment started at 7:40 but no one really entered the fair until 8 ish. If you looked to the side you could see the sunrise. Regulus' head popped up out of the water next to you. You smiled at him. There were two small false rocks with flat tops in the two corners at the front.

You loved how Regulus looked in this lighting. He glanced over at you when he noticed you staring at him. Regulus rolled his eyes and made his way over to the corner across from you. He plopped himself down on the rock and rested his arm over the edge of the tank.

His tail was purple. You were there when he got his inspiration. You and Regulus were shopping for Luna's third birthday present when a little girl ran up to him holding up her Barbie doll. She kept pointing at them both. You saw the similarities instantly. It was a little mermaid doll with short black hair and a purple and blue tail. After her mother came running around the corner apologizing a million times and throwing the girl over her shoulder. Regulus turned to you. You shrugged and looked back to the dinosaurs. Luna was going through a dinosaur phase. She only wanted dinosaurs. Dinosaur chicken nuggets, dinosaur socks, dinosaur cereal, if it wasn't dinosaurs she wasn't having it. Regulus sniffed. You looked over at him. He was wiping at his eyes. You wanted to laugh a little. He was crying over a Barbie. All things considered though you've done the same so you hugged him and cooed.

Now he really was a spitting image of the doll. Your tail was orange. For no other reason than you thought it looked cool. You kept flapping your tail over Regulus'. He looked away from the garden to glare at you. A man in full peasant garb came around the corner, scrolling on his phone. He turned it off and shoved it into his leather pouch attached to his belt. He smiled at you two.

"Hey you guys, I'm John. I'm basically going to be right by you guys at all times if you need anything, if anyone gets weird. And also so I can direct people towards the exit but majority I'm here to support you." You both nodded at John. You shook his hand, introducing yourself and Regulus with both your names and mermaid names. Regulus gave John a short wave before looking back out at the garden.

"Yeah we're already having a line build up out there, your first meeting time is at 8:30, that's when the gate opens. Then the second meeting time starts at 9:30. And then so on and so forth, but after 11:30 that's it until 1:30 so we all have lunch time then." John explain, pulling his phone out the scroll down the schedule. You didn't have the heart to tell him you already knew the schedule.

After Regulus had celebrated with you for the first 5 minutes of finding your new job he was pulling out his laptop and reaserching everything. He took notes. Color coordinated notes. Regulus then helped you memorize everything. From the schedule to the blueprints to the faux accents people put on. He even went over your characters' lore with you again.

However you appreciated John's kindness to explain the schedule to you anyways. So you thanked him. You decided if he didn't run off to have lunch with his other peasant friends you'd find a way to get your lunch outside and eat with John. John notified you when the other workers opened the gate.

Quickly after that the first family was rounding the corner, jumping over the vines. Regulus fixed his posture, sitting up straight and smiling wide at the little boy. He was clutching onto a cloth mermaid doll like it was his lifeline. He squealed when you both waved at him. he was quickly advancing on you two, leaving his loser family behind. He was more interested in Regulus than he was you. The little boy told Regulus his favorite color was actually blue. He also explained siren lore to Regulus. Regulus smiled and nodded along. The boy asked Regulus what his name was. Regulus pressed his finger to his lips before pointing to you.

"His name is Llyrrick." You said, smiling at the boy. He pouted looking back to Regulus. Regulus had quickly realized after your first few jobs, talking to people for that long, masking for that long really, was extremely tiring. So you both adapted. Suddenly Llyrrick just didn't talk and Meryn, you, was talking double time.

"Do you not talk?" The little boy asked, tilting his head to the side at Regulus. Regulus pinched his lips together, shaking his head no. The boy's smile grew, letting out an excited squeal. He quickly ran back to his family, who was standing awkwardly next to the tank. He latched onto what looked to be his older sister. She looked to be only a few years older than him. He dragged her over to Regulus.

"This is my sister, she doesn't talk either. So sometimes I talk for her at restaurants and stuff, like you." He said smiling at you. Regulus smiled brightly, waving at them both. The girl looked more than giddy to meet a mermaid who was like her, her smiling biting back at her cheeks. Regulus held up his finger before flopping himself off his rock seat. He quickly swam back through the opening. Both the kids looked back to you, with sad looks, scared he was running away from them.

"Llyrrick is getting you two presents. Hey do you two where we merfolk keep our money?" They both shook their heads at you. "At the riverbank." You giggled at your own joke, even though you didn't really find it funny. Both the kids chuckled at your joke. You kept running off puns to keep them entertained. Regulus was back in few more seconds. He pulled himself back into his rock seat. Regulus reached into his now soaking cloth bag. It was small but it held a lot of false mermaid coins. Regulus reached into the bag and pulled out two, dropping one in each of the children's hands. You both waved them off as John pointed them to their way out of the garden.

You and Regulus gave each kid a coin before they left. Some of them spent more time talking to you, some talking to Regulus more, and some just stared at you both in silence. As the hours passed you started looking more and more to your lunch. You loved watching the childrens' excitement at seeing real life mermaids, but it was still tiring. Lunch was quickly approaching, you were already at the end of your 11:30 line.

"Sorry, he doesn't know how to flirt. He just kinda stares with his mouth open." She whispered to you, trying not to disturb Harry The Number One Mermaid Fan and Llyrrick's conversation. You shrugged.

The last family was rounding the corner. A small boy and three adults following after him. The boy was in jorts, light up lighting McQueen sneakers, a red shirt with a cartoon mermaid plastered on the front, and glasses too big for his face. He looked to be 7 or so. He was holding onto what was most definitely his father's hand. They looked like carbon copies, even in matching glasses.

Behind them both were two beautiful women.  One was in all green, with long red hair and the other was in as many bright colors you could imagine, her curly hair pulled into two buns. If you didn't already think it was the hottest set of parents you most certainly did now.

The man had a mustache that could truly only be described as a pornstache. Even worse, he made it hot. His muscles were large. You felt sympathy for his tshirt sleeves. You slowly turned your head to stare at Regulus. He gave you the exact 'you seeing this?' look you were giving him. You smiled and turned back to them as they got closer.

The little boy was dragging his father to the edge of your tank, his two mums following behind them. You thought they were the hottest throuple you ever did see. If you were the mirror mirror on the wall and they asked you who was the finest of them all you'd consider death. It'd be easier than picking. The boy smiled at you two as his father froze at the edge of the tank. You said hello to the boy as Regulus waved. He introduced himself as Harry, The Number One Mermaid Fan. You smiled at him. He talked to you both. Regulus gave him encouraging looks. Regulus crossed his arms over the edge of the tank, dropping his chin on his forearms.

You noticed the father was staring at you both. It unfortuently wasn't as uncommon as you wished it was.  A lot of people would stare, most of them making you uncomfortable. You glanced over at him. His jaw was slack and his shoulders slumped, making him look like a child salivating at a candy store window. You stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. The red headed woman came up from behind him, giving you a smile.

"I'm not flirting with your husband. I'm actually just sitting in a tank. Us merfolk don't flirt we give each other seaweed bouquets for courtship." You stated blankly. It wasnt the first time a partner of someone has chewed you out for looking at their loved one. Apperantly an orange fish tail was quite flirtatious.

"Oh gross no. I'm married to her, not him. Anyways just give us a second." She pulled the man away, over toward the other woman. They both gave you a small smile before gripping onto the man's shoulders. You continued to talk to Harry The Number One Mermaid Fan and ignored them entirely. As Harry started to ask Regulus more questions about sea life, all of which Regulus answered, the father came back up to you clutching his phone tightly. He had shinked into himself, looking as small as a buff as shit dude could.

"Excuse me, sorry I don't mean to be irritating, but do you think it's possible I could get both your numbers?" He was muttering so quietly you barely even heard him. You looked over to Regulus. He was already staring at you. Regulus gave you a light nod before answering Harry's question on the economy system with his hands, John stepped over to him, pressing his hand to the father's chest, giving him a light shove.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." John whispered. You reached out and tugged on the edge of John's shirt.

"Thank you, John. It's alright." John looked back at you to check a second time that you were speaking and not clone. You nodded. John looked back to the father, looking him up and down with the stink eye before moving away.

As John shut the exit gate you looked at Regulus. He groaned and slumped lowing into the water. You nodded, understanding completely. Regulus stared at you, you could see his admiration simmering under his gaze. You gave him a knowing look as he continued to slip lower and lower under the surface of the water. You rolled your eyes as his head disappeared under the water before popping up next to you again. Regulus pushed him up next to you on your rock seat, dropping his head on your shoulder and interlocking your elbows.

"Well I can't give you my cell phone number but i can give you my Shell-phone number" Your smile grew as you said your own pun. The man started laughing at your joke as he opened his contacts. You warmed, most people ignored your puns. Who would've thought a dad would enjoy your dad jokes?

You quietly whispered your number and real name to him. He was giddily smiling the whole time, giggling as he entered in the numbers. When you were done you looked over to Regulus, silently asking if he was sure you can gave his number away. Regulus sent you a wink and pulled his hand out from under the water, a shell in his palm.

On occasion, you genuinely wondered if he was a mermaid because you never packed shells but he always had pulled some out from nowhere. You turned back to the man listing off Regulus' number and his real name. The man was bouncing on his heels. He looked to be fighting off the urge to do a jig in celebration.

Just as you were finishing handing off Regulus' number, Regulus was dropping two coins into Harry's hands. The man thanked you a million times before lifting the boy off his feet with ease and throwing him over his shoulder. The boy squealed and laughed as the four of them left. Both of the women sent you two bright smiles.

"He was hot." Regulus whispered against the skin of your wet shoulder.

"Fuck, I know. Jeez Louise." Regulus nodded understanding your exasperation. He gently kissed your shoulder, sitting up. He looked back at John.

"Thanks, John." John stared at Regulus with wide eyes. You looked over your shoulder to smile at John.

"Right well, I'm going to go to pop over to the food court. I'm going to wander around a bit but I'll be back before 1:00, okay?" John said. You both gave him a nod. He left through the garden.

You and Regulus ate lunch in the inside tank. After that you both continued to meet more children and families. As the Fair closed for the day, you were slightly ashamed to say you glad. You and Regulus were out of your tails, not bothering to wipe off the painted scales on your faces. All the guests had left, you both leaned on each other as you left through the faux castle walls. Staying in a pool all day and being exhausted made your legs slightly wobbly.

"Mm bath, dinner, bed?" Regulus muttered, his voice slightly hoarse from not using it all day.

"Would you still love me if I said, A bath is too much energy?" You really weren't sure if you could last another second in water. Regulus hummed.

"Okay, Dinner, stinky bed time?" You nodded against his arm. He dropped a kiss to your forehead as he lead you through the parking lot.

"Glad we got that sorted, now the question is what are we having for dinner?" You groaned at Regulus asking you so many questions.

"Hey maybe that guy from earlier will be up for coming over. I'm entirely positive he won't mind being dinner, he was jumping up and down getting your number." You offered. Thinking about real answers was too hard.

"Really? I was thinking noodles." Regulus muttered, his tone flat. You lifted your head off his shoulder and smiled at him, lightly pecking his cheek.

“Noodles work.” Regulus nodded, pulling you off towards your car.

Blood Doesn't Make You Family

Pairing: Wrench x Female!Reader

Author's Note: So, for this piece, I have tried to make (Y/N)'s sibling gender neutral because not everyone has a sister or brother, so I hope it helps. This was a kind of self-indulgent fic, but I hope you like it. I also hope that I managed to improve on catching his character and personality this time.

(S/N) stands for Sibling's Name.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, guns, getting shot, injuries, nightmares, Wrench comforting (Y/N), hugs, mentions of bedroom shenanigans (but nothing smutty), mentions of a steamy make-out session, perhaps more suggestive computer innuendos, mentions of shooting and abducting, perhaps gang related activity as well.

Please comment any warnings if I did not state.

She should’ve known it would all be a sick game, that she would be nothing but another chess piece on a black and white board for the intentions of a psycho.

She had hoped that for a small speck of hope that maybe, just maybe that her sibling had changed their nature, changed their actions and words. (Y/N) had hoped there would be a chance to reconcile and make up, be like how they were when they were five-year-olds running around the old run-down park like they had no problems or worries.

That had been until the accident, since the day of their recruitment. (Y/N) had been clueless to her sibling’s outings, how they had come home with a new layer of spray paint on their jacket or how they had suddenly started smoking, and how they would stay out late past their curfews.

At first, she had thought that it was the typical teenage thing that most did around the age of sixteen, she, herself, had stayed out late on nights when she shouldn’t of and had the few running boyfriends that only lasted a week or two to have the privilege of saying they were at least with a girl, even the one that she suspected wasn’t into girls at all, the typical nineteen year-old.

However, one day, her sibling just stopped coming home, she had been overly worried and one late Thursday night, she went out to go and find her sibling since the missing posters weren’t bringing in any clues or information. All through the familiar streets she looked, trying to find anything that would lead her to them, even if it was something small, but as the hours ticked by on the cracked wristwatch she had, her hope was diminishing and she could feel the heavy tears wanting to pour out of her eyes like a flood.

Yet, her ears had caught it. That same laugh. It sounded close but still far away, so she followed it, running through the alley way and jumping over old wooden fences until she came to an opening that ran into the abandoned skate park, and that’s when she wished he hadn’t seen it.

Her sibling, along with three other people, had someone tied to one of the poles, with a switch blade being flung into the air before they caught it. They were laughing at the person tied up, blood was scattered on the cracked cement in splatters, speckles and pools.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what she was seeing, she had wished that it was some cruel joke, that they would turn around and scream ‘surprise!’. But that never came, the torture just continued, what had caused (Y/N) to make herself known out of the darkness was when her sibling had jumped in on the sick joke, pushing the blade tightly to the person’s neck.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” (Y/N) yelled, the loudness of her voice had startled her sibling, making them jump back in surprise and forcing their eyes to focus on where the voice came from.

“(Y/N)?” They asked, with shock and embarrassment on their face, their eyes switching between the other people around them, however, they still kept the switchblade close, “What are you doing here?”

A scoff escaped (Y/N)’s mouth as she came to a halt with some distance between them, “Well, I came out looking for my sibling, but I guess what I found was someone I barely knew!” (Y/N) explained, sarcasm and anger lacing her tone.

“Fucking staying out late, smoking, not coming home at all! Meanwhile this is what you’ve been doing? Hanging around fucking gang members, do you realise how serious this is?” She continued. She could see her sibling's face was flushed, but probably due to the anger that was increasing with every word she was saying.

A laugh broke the two apart from the staring match they were holding as (Y/N) continued on spouting words that was angering their sibling further, “You gonna let her disrespect you like that?” One of the other members asked, although it was meant more for it to provoke than to calm anyone down, “Imagine what the boss would say if he saw you getting spoken down to by some low-life.”

At the mention of that, (Y/N)’s eyes had widened from the angered expression, “What does he mean by that, (S/N)?” She asked, although her sibling was remaining quiet, the only indication that they were still listening was the tight clenching of a fist on the blade.

Yet, as fed up as they were, they still managed to speak, “I’m making a name for myself sister dearest. Living with you has gotten me nowhere, but with them I can actually live properly.” They explained, though the look of utter disgust on (Y/N)’s face was only irritating her further. "You know how much I’ve made in one day? More than you make in one month.”

“This is wrong, (S/N)! You don’t know what you’re doing, this amount of bad influence has poisoned her mind. We’re going home and you’re stopping this shit right now.” (Y/N) told her as she moved forwards, only to be stopped by another member standing in front of (S/N) with a gun pointed in (Y/N)’s direction, right between her chest.

“They are not going anywhere with you. They signed an oath to our boss, so they’re staying here.” The member spoke, wearing a bandana around the lower part of their face, “You try anything and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. Whether you both are related or not.” They spoke, prompting a laugh out of the other members, yet (S/N) still kept their eyes on their sister, seeing the disappointment cloud over their (E/C)-coloured eyes, how she didn’t know what to say but her eyes were pleading, pleading for them to come home, to stop this nonsense and pretend it never happened.

As the other members and (S/N) moved to leave, (Y/N) quickly moved into a running pace to try and grab their siblings forearm to snap some sense into them, but the piercing pain that shot through her chest stopped her in her tracks, forcing her to fall to her knees with a loud scream erupting from her lungs. Her hands quickly moved to try and apply pressure to the wound that was flooding over her shirt with bloody, red crimson.

(S/N) stood in shock, their hands coming to cover their nose and mouth, eyes wide from what was unfolding in front of her eyes. The member holding the gun walked towards (Y/N), her eyes following their movement but also fearing for her life once the gun came to rest on her forehead.

Yet, before the bullet could be placed deep into her skull, (S/N) had come to stand in front of her, blocking their sister’s head from being in the same position as the person tied to the pole.

“Get out of the way, (S/N).” The member warned, the gun was still in the same position as it was before.

“You agreed that my family wouldn’t get hurt, time to live up to that promise.” (S/N) replied back, making the older member roll their eyes at their statement, and once they were a good distance away, (S/N) bent down to their sister’s viewpoint, placing their hand on their shoulder, “(Y/N), don’t come looking for me, go live your life and become something amazing.” They told her as they got up and caught up with the other members until they were out of sight, allowing (Y/N) to pull out her phone from her hoodie pockets and dial the police.

That night was a mess. (Y/N) had lost her sibling, her hope and now had a sporting long scar on her chest that haunted her about that night, she remembers seeing a bright light and feeling so calm and relaxed on the emergency table, feeling like her time had come and she was leaving to a higher power, but the pull of a pipe into her lungs and stomach and a steady recovery pace, she had managed to survive. Though not without sacrificing.

Any relationships she had intended to grow had been in vain, once she mentioned that night to them and the scar, she had been dropped. With many suitors telling her that her scar took out the attractiveness and that they didn’t want to be involved with someone who was related to a criminal, as for their sibling, they never heard from them since that night. (Y/N) hadn’t even bothered to go looking for them again in fear of getting shot and repeating the same situation, only for it to be the last time she would open her eyes.

“(Y/N)?” 

Breaking out of her trance, she quickly scanned her surroundings, sighing a relieved sigh when she realized that she was in the safety of DedSec headquarters. Her eyes closing and resting her head on her forearms that were resting on her knees as she sat on the nearby steps. Her posture slouched a bit and her hair covering half of her face, looking at who had called her out of her memory, only to come face-to-face with the very person who had restored her idea of love and showed her what a true relationship looked like, someone she could count on and rely on in times of need.

He had bent down until he was on his haunches and had his tattooed hand placed on her arms, “You thinking about it?” He asked her, obviously knowing what was running through her mind, he had learnt of her unfortunate incident one night when she was staying over at his place and she had a terrible episode of night terrors. 

Wrench had sat with his arms around her that night, quietly reassuring her and petting her hair while she sobbed into his sleep shirt, her eyes bloodshot and snot running down her nose which would’ve gotten her shoved down by any other partner she had been with, but Wrench simply let her cry it out on his shirt. Keeping his arms around her securely but also making sure that she felt safe and could trust it.

That night he had taken off his mask, he couldn’t comfort her through a mask, it needed to be said face-to-face, it needed to be felt through the windows of the soul, and it showed how much trust Wrench had invested in her, which allowed (Y/N) to finally tell him of the incident, and to finally show him the vertical scar running down her chest. She allowed herself to feel vulnerable that night, something Wrench valued and told her he was proud of her for, and (Y/N) had been given the permission to see her boyfriend’s face after trying to imagine it after so many nights.

She had gently traced his face with her hands that night, kissing over his birthmark. She had kissed over his whole face which he returned the favour of kissing her scars too, reminding her of how much she was loved and that the scar only made her look more badass and sexy in his eye, prompting a soft laugh out of her at his attempt of cheering her up.

(Y/N) brought her head up from her arms, her eyes locking with the white question marks illuminated on his mask, she nodded her head, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I need words, baby girl.” He told her, the sweet pet name still making her swoon since the first day he called her it. Getting up from his haunches and moving to sit next to her, allowing her to lean against his side, the studs on his jacket not bothering her through the thick material of her hoodie, but still letting her know that it was there.

“It pops up every now and then, but… I’m okay.” (Y/N) answered him back, her hands holding his hand that wasn't leaning against the one on the steps, keeping him up. His hand gently squeezed hers reassuringly, while his chin rested on her head that had tucked itself under his chin, his mask changing from the question marks to sideways hearts.

“You were zoned out for quite a while, babe. I think it’s bothering you more today than it usually is.” Wrench explained through his robotic voice from the mask, he knew that something was bothering her more than usual today, that incident had happened six years ago, yet the memory was still as detailed as the day it happened, she still clearly remembers how red the ground was and the horrible smell of sanitisation from the hospital room.

“Sorry, it’s just that… Today would’ve been their twenty-first birthday.” (Y/N) told him, “We agreed that on their twenty-first birthday that we’d go to the local liquor store and buy a random bottle of booze. I wish we could’ve experienced it, they would’ve liked you and the group… Well, maybe not Ray, but they’d at least tolerate it.” (Y/N) told him, a small smile appearing on their face but disappearing just as soon.

Wrench laughed at what she had said, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure introducing me as your boyfriend would’ve sent them questioning you behind the counter.” He laughed, making her smile at hearing it.

“Maybe, but you’re irresistible, so they couldn’t stay angry at you for long.” (Y/N) replied as she looked up at him, placing a kiss on the side of his mask, the symbols changing to a winking face before returning to the heart symbols.

“Sure, it’s really irresistible how I’d mention you using my joystick to beat my games.” He spoke, his voice dropping a bit to sound seducing, prompting (Y/N)’s face to flush before placing their hands over his mask's eyes holding a goofy smile while Wrench laughed about the statement.

“No, no. They’d probably roll their eyes and gag, then tell you that they didn’t need to know about mine and your escapades in the bedroom.” (Y/N) corrected him, his hands pulling their hands off gently but not letting go, holding her soft hands in his, savouring their warmth, “But I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Wrench.”

Her loving statement makes his heart beat a little faster, his mask changing to ‘^__^’ as she placed another sweet forehead kiss on his mask before placing her forehead against his.

“Nothing could compare to you, baby girl.” Wrench replied, “Although… You are the only one who can handle the romantic urges I have towards you.” Wrench added, although some of his jokes could be a bit sexual and off putting, (Y/N) had learnt to love them, as it was part of who he was, without the weird jokes and dorky personality, Wrench would be… Well, Wrench. So, loving him was loving his jokes, too.

“If by romantic urges you mean dick jokes and attempting to involve yourself with bedroom activities at twelve o’clock in the afternoon, then yes, you both clearly spend too much time involved with that.” Sitara commented, noticing the uplifting aura from the girl since Wrench had worked his magic. 

Truth be told, they all had noticed how down casted (Y/N) had looked since the morning began and it didn’t help the base’s aura at all, Wrench had spent the majority of the morning with a pair of sad slashes emitting on his mask until he had enough and got up to comfort his lover. With the aura up lighting now, the group could work more efficiently and jokes could be told that everyone could laugh at.

“At least she keeps him out of trouble.” Marcus reminded Sitara, although Ray could disagree.

“You are aware that they blew up eight cars this week, right?” Ray asked Marcus, watching his happy expression go into a concerned look.

“He’s not serious, right, Wrench?” Marcus asked his friend that had now placed his lover onto his lap so that he could circle his arms around her waist, allowing him to place his head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, completely missing Marcus’s question.

“Eight is a big number, technically the last two exploded without us having to touch it, we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” (Y/N) explained, her hands caressing the side of Wrench’s mask, being mindful of the studs.

“Correction, six cars blown up this week, four more than last week.” Ray added, keeping his gaze towards his computer.

“Well, with all due respect, at least we’re considerate to do it in places where there aren’t people.” (Y/N) added, attempting to move the pros over the cons.

“The van is not a safe place!” Ray added, “We have to drive in that and after you two are done, the stink of sex remains, no matter how hard we clean it.” Ray replied back. He was right in some places but it couldn’t have been that true, right?

Although the conversation looked tense, they all knew that no one was aiming to hurt anyone, ending in laughs from everyone and happy faces until (Y/N) and Wrench had bid their goodbyes to the other members to go back to Wrench’s place.

Opening the door to his place, he motioned with his hands in a come in motion, “Your quarters, milady.” He added after she had walked through, she softly laughed at his attempt to be classy. 

She placed her arms around his neck, “What would I do without you?” She asked rhetorically, though she knew what the answer would be. Still lazing in bed until twelve o’clock everyday, binging energy drinks until late at night in front of a computer until her fingers ached and her eyes stung. A constant dark cloud hanging above her head everyday, something Wrench was able to clear and make sunny within seconds of being near her.

“Hmm.” He hummed, making her think he was thinking about it, meanwhile she had known him long enough to know he was simply trying to make her laugh.

“Ya big goof.” (Y/N) named him as she removed her arms and attempted to walk to his kitchen when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a sturdy chest and carried her to his couch where he sat the both of them down, giggling and laughing while being embraced in each other’s arms.

“I’m your big goof, babe.” He replied, keeping his arms around her waist. (Y/N) moved herself till she was facing him, straddling his legs with her thighs on each side while his hands moved to her hips, his mask changing to a winking face, “Clearly someone’s in the mood.”

“May I remove your mask, please?” (Y/N) asked, her hands seated in her lap, awaiting his permission to which he nodded while shrugging his shoulders. He had told her many times that she was free to remove his mask whenever she needed and when they were out of sight of others. But she had always asked for his permission in hopes of not causing him to stir or go into an episode, and because of the main fact that she didn't want to take away his sense of privacy of his safe place.

“You know you’re allowed to, baby girl.” He answered as she gently clipped it off of his face, his blue eyes admiring her so fondly with a smile on his face. (Y/N)’s smile mirrored his as soon as she had the whole mask off, placing it on the table next to the chair and placing her hands on either side of his face, holding him so gently as if he was a fragile piece of art, bringing her face closer to his and placing a kiss on his forehead, down his temple, on both of his cheeks and an extra special one on the birthmark that decorated his right eye, placing kisses around where the mark stained before landing on his lips, slow and passionate.

His lips moving in sync with her until she was softly nibbling his bottom lip, his moans being caught by her ears only encouraged her to continue. Time had seemed to freeze as the passionate love between them flourished, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other as if they had been made as soulmates. Wrench’s hands slid up the back of her shirt under her hoodie, trying to touch every square inch of her beautiful skin, sending tingles up her body like small shocks, making her break the lip-lock the two were keeping and allowing him to place his lips on her neck and suck gently, only to continue the same pattern up from the junction between her neck and shoulder, moans filling the room and bouncing off the walls.

Pulling away from his attack of steamy kisses, he saw how the spot he had sucked on for a bit too long had started to turn red, making him proud that he could mark her in such a way.

“Wrench.” She moaned his name, sending a blissful sigh out of his mouth as her hands grabbed onto his blond locks, his chin falling to rest on her shoulder while her hands carded through his hair that he knew she loved to grab when they got down and dirty.

The vibrating noise from her pockets broke up the steamy session that had taken place, Wrench being all for just ignoring it and continuing to show his lover how much she meant to him and to pamper her, his lips locking over hers, ignoring her call of his name as her phone continued to vibrate.

“Wrench, what if it’s something important?” She asked him as his head moved back to her neck, his hands moving to the front of her body over her stomach.

“The gang knows not to message either of us after work hours or else we’ll continue it at the headquarters. It’s probably some scam message.” He answered her, though she believed that he wasn’t fully focused on what he was saying because he had placed a special hack onto her phone and computer to prevent any scam calls or messages.

If it was just a single vibrate, she wouldn’t of bothered and continued on with her boyfriends wishes of her finally breaking out in one of his fantasies of pleasure, but after the third vibrate, she decided she needed to check it, because who would be messaging her this late with more than one message?

“Wrench, please.” She spoke, her hands gently touching his chest to bring his face away from her neck, that would surely be sprouting a large number of dark, purple hickeys the next day that would’ve made her look like she got into a bad fight, she’d still remember the gang’s reaction the first time it had happened.

Wrenched made a noise of complaint before he retracted his hands and had a small pout on his face, “Fine, pay attention to the device as if a whole meal isn’t waiting before you.” He over exaggerated, making her softly giggle and quickly peck his lips before she pulled her phone out of her pockets and unlocked it.

However, the look of shock and fear casting over her face immediately worried Wrench. Her hands started shaking as her eyes scanned over the message, making him call her name but no response coming from her.

“Babe!” He called, not too loudly, but enough to get her attention and gently grabbing her forearms before she snapped out of it, her eyes telling him all he needed to know, “What’s wrong?”

Without a response, she gave him her phone, still opened on the message tab, but the words displayed allowed him to understand why she reacted how she did.

“I thought we’d agree to go to the old bottle store and crack open a new one on my 21st birthday, sis?”

“I should hope that the ‘ole wound has healed by now, so, see you soon.”

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this one should be angsty but,,,,

like a tattoo by sade with regulus black

specific lyrics – he told me sweet lies of sweet loves heavy with the burden of the truth and he spoke of his dreams broke by the burden broken by the burden of his youth

Like a Tattoo.

A/N: ahhh i felt very villainous while writing this. I added Sirius into this because i just love the idea of Toxic!Regulus getting his girlfriend taken by his brother. 🤭 Also this song went straight into my playlist and has been on replay for 45 mins.

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Started: 8/6/23 — 8/23/23

Pairings: Regulus Black X Fem!reader, Sirius Black X Fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, manipulation, toxic!Regulus, bad spelling, cheating, kissing, mentions of mental health, horribly translated french, this was so short m’sorry.

Lemme know if i miss anything! :)

He told me sweet lies of sweet loves, heavy with the burden of the truth.

“I love you, Y/N. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” were the words Regulus spoke to you, as he hugged you, rocking you back in forth.

“You’re the only girl i want. No one else.” he said softly. “No one will take you from me.” he whispered sternly and coldly making you hum in response, he brought your head to his chest as he rocked you back in forth.

“Sirius lied to you. I would never cheat on you. Nor would i hurt you, i love you.” he said, continuing to sound stern and cold, clenching his jaw at what his brother said.

“Stay away from Sirius.”

~~~

“I’m telling you, Y/N! He’s manipulating you into staying with him!”Sirius whisper yelled as you two sat in your dorm. “I know i just— i don’t wanna leave him. I can’t hurt him i’m not-“ before you could finish your sentence Sirius cut you off. “that kinda person. Yeah, yeah, i know. Look, as your best friend i’m just gonna say i think you should break up with him. He’s toxic and he’s gonna ruin your mental health.”He said as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I know, i know.” you said with a sigh.

and he spoke of his dreams,

“i love you so much, Y/N. i wanna spend my life with you..” Regulus said as he caressed your temple. “but i can’t..it’s not you it’s.. My brother. Sirius is trying to steal you from me, but i won’t let him.” he added, making you perk your head up at him”Reggie..Sirius is just my friend nothing more.” you reassure causing him to scoff before he softened his gaze.

“Tell me you love me.” he said as he stared daggers into you making you gulp,”I love you, Reggie.” you say, “say it again.” he said, “i love you, Regulus.” you say once more, making him smile.

“Good.”

Broken by the burden, the burden of his youth.

Sirius didn’t see you in potions, he got worried. At the end of the day after al of his classes, he skipped quidditch practice and ran straight to your dorm. His heart shattering at the sight of you curled up on your bed, crying your eyes out.

“Oh.. Y/N, what happened, darling?” Sirius asked as he approached you and comforted his best friend.

“Regulus he— He cheated on me!! with a-a girl from Slytherin…”you sob as he cooed and pulled you into his chest to hug you, you quickly wrap your arms around his chest and cry into his shirt. Sirius was pissed. How could Regulus do that to you? someone has beautiful, loving, sweet and smart as you?

He wanted to find his brother and kick his ass, but he didn’t. He wanted to, he needed to stay and comfort you. “ma belle.. don’t cry, he doesn’t deserve you. You deserve someone who will treat you right and not just use and manipulate you.” Sirius said as he kissed your head making you look up at him, locking eyes with him.

The room was quiet, the tension thick. Very thick. Sirius hesitated, but he leaned down and kissed your lips softly and lovingly. To his surprise, you kissed back quickly, melting into his arms.

Regulus was always so rough and needy with his kisses, but Sirius.. his kisses were loving and soft. He pulled back and opened his eyes, moving your hair out of your face,”Sirius i.. i love you. i love you so much.”you admit as your wrap your arms around his chest once more, causing him to pull you into his lap wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “je t'aime..” he whispered into your ear.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

i just know that pre-transition regulus would’ve been one of those femcel girlbloggers

Staking A Claim | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; all credit to the creator]

Word Count: 1K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: Nobody knows the two of you are dating, until Reggie decides to stake a claim

Warnings: implied sexy things, sneaking around, intimidation

A/N: I’ve written something similar for Frausto from All American, but I wanted to change it up and reuse the idea. No spoilers, as this is just a snippet of time that takes place at Riverdale High and I’m only on season 3 of the show

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You stepped out of the women’s locker room after football practice, your sore muscles aching with every step. You were snug in Reggie’s ‘Riverdale Bulldogs Football’ hoodie, the thought of wearing it in plain sight giving you a little thrill. Nobody knew the two of you were together, and if anyone were to ask about the slightly bigger size to the hoodie, you knew you would just lie and say you’d ordered a bigger size because you wanted it. Not that anyone would ask you about it; being the only girl on the football team was enough to intimidate about two-thirds of your class. It didn’t matter that you were only on the football team because there wasn’t anyone else who’d scored more points than you - or because you wanted the off-season practice outside of soccer - running with the football team gave you a different kind of power in the Riverdale High hierarchy.

Hot Killer by Julia Wolf played through your headphones as you sauntered down the hall to the student lounge, hoping to grab a VigorAde from the vending machine before heading home. You made no acknowledgement of the people there, heading straight for what you wanted.

*~*~*~

“D’you think she can hear us?” Kevin Keller asked, eyeing your turned back.

“Even if she can, what makes you think she’d say anything to us?” Betty shot back, looking to her boyfriend for some support.

“Sometimes I wonder if she realizes that people think she’s scarier than Cheryl Blossom, pre-Toni,” Jughead mused, running a soothing hand up and down Betty’s thigh.

Reggie shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping he wasn’t giving anything away. “Guys, she’s not that bad. Serious and intense, yes, but not that bad.”

Archie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Normally, I’d agree with you about one of our teammates, but she’s just built different. I don’t care that she’s the main reason we beat Centerville last week or that she’s captain of the women’s soccer team when the season is over, I agree with Jug: she’s scary.”

“I’m telling you you’re wrong.” Reggie could feel his anger and frustration rising, unsure why he wanted people he considered friends to like her.

Veronica arched a perfectly-manicured eyebrow. “Methinks the football player doth protest too much.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Reggie huffed, leaning forward. His gaze flickered to your back for the briefest of moments but of course Veronica caught that.

“Vee is right,” Betty muttered, sitting up a little straighter as she put her detective brain to good use. 

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” Archie prodded, joining in on the questioning.

“I-”

*~*~*~

You smiled to yourself when your favorite flavor of VigorAde dropped down from the machine. You opened it, taking a long swig as you debated whether or not to grab something to eat. It was a stall tactic more than anything; you knew when people were talking about you and this time was no exception - except for the fact that your secret boyfriend happened to be among them.

Your playlist started on the next song, but you subtly pressed pause, wanting to be able to hear what was going down behind your back. You could hear Reggie defending you, your heart constricting at the warmth spreading through your chest. Betty and Veronica were right, you thought, taking another drink of VigorAde, Reggie was definitely protesting too much for someone claiming to just be defending a teammate.

“What aren’t you telling us, Reg?” You heard Archie ask as you finally turned around.

Your gaze met Reggie’s as he opened his mouth to respond. “I-”

“He isn’t lying to you, Andrews,” you cut in, drawing attention to yourself now. “There’s nothing to tell.”

Reggie’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, and you couldn’t tell if he was hurt or confused or both. The two of you had previously made a pact to keep your relationship a secret, but lately he’d been hinting at the possibility of going public. “Like hell there isn’t,” he growled, standing up and stalking towards you. To anyone else it would be scary or intimidating, but you knew Reggie better than anyone - even Moose, he’d confessed to you one - and knew that this was all just for show. He reached out and placed a hand on your cheek so softly that it took every ounce of your willpower not to close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Care to tell the truth?”

Calmly, you reached up and grabbed Reggie’s wrist, taking his hand off your cheek. “You really wanna do this right here, right now?”

Reggie shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “It’s as good a time as any, I’d say. Unless you’re scared?”

The challenge in his tone had you rising to the occasion, always fighting to prove yourself and Reggie knew that. “Me? Scared? Never.”

“Prove it,” Reggie smirked, both hands grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. “Kiss me. Show everyone you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Okay, okay,” Kevin’s voice rang out as he stood up, reminding you that it wasn’t just you and Reggie in the student lounge. “This has gone on long enough, and I, for one, don’t want to be witness to whatever the hell this weird sexual power dynamic is that’s happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh shut up, Keller.” That interruption had been all you needed to get your shit together, dragging Reggie down for a public heated kiss.

When the kiss ended, Reggie pressed his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered, swallowing hard, “that was-”

“I know,” you replied, giggling. “Guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?” You peered over your no-longer-secret boyfriend’s broad shoulders to marvel at the shocked faces in front of you. “What are you all gawking at?!” You questioned, your intimidating persona back with a vengeance. 

The group got up to leave and Reggie turned to his friends. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Once it was just the two of you alone in the student lounge after hours, Reggie took your hand and led you to the couch, sitting back and manspreading so you had no choice but to straddle him. His hands returned to your waist, sliding up underneath his hoodie. “Now,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust, “where were we?”

𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during october and November. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚜

𝙹𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎

Can you make a part 2 of the Unrequited Love ||Cheryl Blossom fic where the reader becomes depressed and closed off barely showing up at school or something

Unrequired Love | Cheryl Blossom | Part ii

Summary: Y/N deals with the fall out of her actions on Monday.

Warning: None

Requested: Yes, Unfortunately(?) I have had this part already written and posted on my Wattpad account so it doesn't really fit the request but her is part II.

Monday morning you were prepared for the worst. Knowing there would be no way to fight back with the battalion of student that would be throwing you hateful looks, in fact you would be lucky if that's all they would throw. But what could you do you were in no way a victim to in this story, you were the villain.

You had sent a girl off to the slaughter for your own selfish reasons. Not knowing or even caring if the ones she loved and loved her would ever see her again. Not thinking of how devastated Cheryl would be to learn of the demise of her first real love.

The hour in a half of sitting in your car in front of the school building did nothing to calm the raging storm inside your chest or loosen the noose you felt righting around your throat.

With one final deep breath you grab the handle and swing the car door open, step out and start marching towards the double doors with a look of false confidence on your face. Your heart jumps as you felt the cold handle of the entrance but you ouch it back yanking the door open and stepping into the crowded halls.

Making your way quickly down the hall to your locker trying to go unnoticed by your fellow peers and you were doing a good job of it until you felt both your arms being hooked to other human beings.

Your eyes travel up your arm to the face of the person you were now linked to and find a river vixen, turning your head you find another on the other arm.

"We heard about what you did." The one on your right started. "Honestly it was genius." she beamed with one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen in your life.

"Genius?" You asked so shocked a what she had just said you were 75% sure you were hearing things.

"Why of course, its about time someone sent a message to those slimy snakes." The one on the left cut in. "I mean southsiders are killing each other any ways what's the harm in giving them a little push every once in a while?" She explained.

"Don't worry the northside has you covered. #RiverdaleStrong." She said just as the bell signaled for fist period.

Breaking the link and splitting ways you make your way to your first period.

Although you were relieved that you weren't being ran from town by and angry mob with torches and pitch forks their words didn't give you the comfort you were sure they had intended. In fact they made you feel the exact opposite. You never minded that the southside student had started to attend riverdale, you were one of the ones that was all for this change it never made much sense to you that there be two schools in a town as small as riverdale,

Things didn't get any better once you arrived to first period English class, for the second time that day if felt as though your heart was going to leap out of your throat and all to the floor in front of you. As usual Cheryl was sitting in her usual seat in the middle of the classroom the seat to her left was occupied by Toni and the seat to her right was empty as it always was before you arrived.

Noticing your presence Toni stopped whatever conversation it was that she and Cheryl was having, Cheryl not long after following her gaze. You eyes locked together for no longer than a second before you broke it quickly walking father into the class. As you neared closer the you usual desk Cheryl hesitantly opened her mouth, only yo have you keep your steady pace and walk swiftly by her and to a desk that until now he's remained empty that you would not make yours. You felt her strong gaze on you the whole time, even after you had taken your seat and prepared for the class to begin. Despite being under her unwavering surveillance you kept your eyes glued to your desk, making it seem as though you were suddenly interested in the different grain design of your new desk top. Thankfully she was forced to turn around when the teacher walked into the room starting the lesson.

By the end of first period you had come to the concussion the what ever higher power controlled the corse of your life had some kind of vendetta against you. Because not only did you have a big project to do but you have been partnered with non other than Cheryl, granted it might have been all those time in the past when you and Cheryl had tried to raise hell when you weren't selected to be together to the point where teachers would just partner you together in order to avoid an argument.

Unlike everyone else in the class you had bolted out instead of trying to work out a schedule with you partner. You headed to you locker, putting in the combination quickly before reaching in and pulling out a highlighter starting to mark up the outline the teacher had passed out. Moments later you felt a presence next to you knowing exactly who it was you didn't bother to look up.

"So Y/N/N," Cheryl started. "I was thinking we could knock this out tonight like usual and then maybe a  cheesy romcom marathon for the rest of the night." Cheryl suggested with one of her brightest smile that would normally have you weak in the knees, but now you needed to stay strong.

You glance up noticing Toni standing close behind before looking back to your paper.

"Or we could do a facial night I know how much you love when we do that." She tries again.

After a few more moments of silence you cap you highlighter and place it back in you locker. Taking your outline and putting it in Cheryl's hands and taking hers which was peaking out of her bag.

"We can meet after school to go over the details of the project the highlighted lines are your responsibility, I'll take of the rest. Well meet once a week until the due the due date." You said all while switching out your book is for your next class. " if you have any questions or anything you can relay them to me in class." Closing your locker you turn and start to walk in the opposite direction.

Most of he day went by smoothly.despite having multiple classes together you managed to avoid Cheryl and the rest of the serpents. Until now when you were approached by Toni, Jughead and Sweet Pea.

"What do you want?" You asked trying not to show how scared you actually were.

"We just wanna talk." Jughead answered.

"We'll I'm not really in the mood for this particular conversation, but when  I am you'll be the first to know, Okay?" You replied attempting to push past the trio.

You felt a hand grip your upper arm and look back to see Toni, hand firmly planted on you body.

"Look you put out a hit on me the least you could do is listen to what we have to say." She said removing her hand from your arm and taking a step back.

"Oh she could do a lot less." A slightly familiar voice cuts in, not far way from your gathering you see the two girl that you have 'talked' to this morning accompanied by some bulldog including their captain Reggie Mantle.

"We don't want any trouble we were just here to tell Y/N, that all is forgiven between us." Toni said now directed at you.

"Whatever message received little snake." A bulldog replied. "Now you can all slither away.

After a few moments of glaring at each other the serpents finally walked away.

"Don't worry we have you back." Reggie said walking up to you.

"Yeah thanks." You mumbled watching Toni until she turned the corner leaving your sight.

Please request <3

A snippet from Monster Among Men

“Can you please just shut the fuck up?” Y/n hissed, crossing her arms over her chest as she briskly walked away from Regulus.

Regulus followed behind her, a smirk playing on his lips. “What's the matter, Potter? Can't handle a little truth?”

Y/n stopped abruptly and turned to face him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. “Oh, I can handle the truth just fine.” Y/n snapped, the ends of her hair were sparking. “What I can't handle is you constantly belittling everyone around you with your rude comments and arrogant attitude.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the petite witch's annoyance. “I speak my mind, Potter,” Regulus spat, taking a step closer. “and if people can't handle it, that's not my problem.”

Y/n threw her hands up in frustration. “You are a monster among men, Regulus Black,” she seethed, her voice shaking with anger. “You think you're better than everyone else just because of your family name and your pure-blood status? Well, news flash, that doesn't make you any better than the rest of us.”

Regulus smirked, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a mocking gesture. “You're just jealous,” he taunted. “Jealous that I have everything you could ever dream of and more.”

Y/n clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control her anger. “I am not jealous of you, Black,” she spat. “I pity you. You're so blinded by your own arrogance that you can't see how much of a pathetic excuse for a human being you are.”

With that, Y/n turned and walked away, leaving Regulus standing there, his smirk fading as the brunette stormed away.

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healing from internalized misogyny is about slowly but surely collecting woman blorbos.

ART REQUESTS hmm how about any of the bees of your choosing? I've had bees on the brain lately

HI HELLO SO i was gonna answer this earlier but i FORGOT entirely i apologise . also i hope you dont mind me using this as a reason to draw my oc reggie . i should draw him more i think

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Rewatching Girlfriends

I am rewatching Girlfriends with my boyfriend because he has never seen it. Honestly I am having a hard time getting through it because it's full of toxicity, mean spiritedness and black women/biracial women suffering in some way shape or form and any time they come close to catching Wins the rug gets yanked out from under them. The love interests on this show are trash in someway shape or form. Some are okay but man they were just blah. Oh and all four girls are toxic. Let's start with Lynn Lynn Ann Searcy, the woman with five degrees, the most educated out of the four Girlfriend. All those degrees and she didn't want to find a job or those degrees to good use. She instead spent eight years being a bum, living off of Joan for the most part, then she lived out of Maya's mom garage with her bum boyfriend from Jamacia then lived at the house William bought and didn't get a job until she was absoutely forced too. She was a bum and slept around becasue she viewed as freedom. All of Lynn's love interests were annoying or just seemed pompus. You had Basco the bum from Jamacia, who was happy living out of Maya's mom's garage, William who agreed to be her sex partner for a little a while which he apparently was very bad at sex because Lynn rated him a four out ten. YIKES. Then there was Sivad who was celibate for five years. Fun fact the actor who played Sivad was married to Persia White aka the actress who played Lynn. Now let's talk about the way Lynn comes close to catching wins but ends up suffering. She meets her birth mom who is white, they plan to make a documentary together. Things are going well for Lynn she finally meets her birth mom they have big plans to make a documentary together then boom her mom bails and doesn't have the funds. It turns out her mom has bipolar disorder, and her white bio grandparents are racist. She finds all this out when she tracks down where her mom is.Anyway Lynn ends up making a successful documentary on the epidemic of AIDS in the black community. She could have been really great at that and worked in the film industry. No she just up and quit that, then she had music. She struggles in that as well. She had several degrees, great at music and film and she just flopped super hard. By the time she does get successful its in season 8 and it's cancelled. Lynn also was very bad at being a bus girl too and that's not a hard job at all. Now let's move on to Maya. Maya Denise Wilks, teen mom at the age of 17, and has been with her baby daddy since then. He technically cheated on her by letting a woman named Cecily feed him strawberries. Now don't go saying that it was an innocent lunch because no innocent lunch consists of a woman who is not your wife feeding you strawberries so yes Darnell cheated first. Maya ends up cheating on Darnell but before I get into that let's talk about Maya and how she was toxic. This woman barely did her job, she was either always late, because she was getting her hair done or just gossipping. Even when she was at work she spent a majority of her time gossipping or being up in Joan and William's business or she was sharing someone else's business. Joan let her get away with this crap. Now let's talk about Maya's Stalker Stan. Now I can understand why she cheated with Stan, Darnell was struggling to make ends meet, he is super insecure, he feels emasuculated by his wife and he kept holding her back.I mean Darnel yelled at Joan for buying her a watch when it was Stan and he completely acted a fool however he didn't know it was Stan who bought the watch but still that was not the time and place to do that. It just showed me how insecure he was and I completely understand why she cheated. Now let's talk about Maya's multiple love interests, starting off with Stalker Stan. He was handsome, had a great job with money and served as great emotional support. He validated her feelings, and she felt appreiciated. I can completely understand why she cheated on Darnel with Stan. No she didn't sleep with him but she made out with him. I really wish she would have confessed, and stop seeing Stan and owned her mistake but no, he is got come and stak her, be up in her house eating her food and hanging out with her husband. On top of that she gets caught by leaving an accidental message and Darnel kicking her out. He got to get away with cheating while Maya suffered hard for it. Then she had Toni's twin brother as an option, the first version of Antwone, had a promising career, he was going to med school and he was so great. Then he comes back played by Darius McCrary, and he locks himself in Maya's bathroom and sings. She also had that hot handsome baseball player. That man spoiled her, pampered her and showed her how she should be treated. Of course he wouldn't let her into this one party. Eventually her and Darnell get back together, they move into a nice new house and he gets his dream job at a Pit Crew for NASCAR. No it's not local to their new home, it's in Florida. He is getting paid well and could we leave it at that have him be happy? Nope he hates the long distance, he hates his new job and he his miserable. They try to have another which Darnel wants but he lies and says he doesn't because it's easier for him to quit the pitcrew. He confesses and when they finally get successful at being pregnant Maya has a miscarriage and takes almost a whole bottle of pills. It's like one struggle one after another. Anitonette Marie Childs Garret aks Toni Childs" poor country girl from Fresno, who had a twin brother and two sisters. She grew up with an alcholic mother and didn't come from much. She is also childhood friends with Joan until the last epiosode of season 6. Anyways, Toni studied hard, made it out of Fresno and refused to be poor. She started her own realistate business and had a "Never Going Back to Fresno Fund". Toni is smart, beautiful, driven and knows what she wants. Just to clear somethings up, I don't thnk Toni is a gold digger, she is a woman who wants financial security but of course she has like the rest of the girlfriends to struggle. She is also very stuck up, full of herself and really acted like a victim when she was in the wrong. She had Greg her poor artist boyfriend, who she loved and who loved her but it wouldn't quite work because of his life style vs her's then there was Clay the rich doctor with assets, he was handsome rich and perfect for Toni. Oh turns out that rich doctor gave her chlamydia. She gaslit Greg into thinking he had it and he didn't. Joan accidentally spilled the beans about her cheating and then she slaps Joan and tries to seduce Shawn the sex addict. Greg gets back at her by faking having sex in her appartment. Yeesh that was harsh. Then everytime Toni had a man with money something went wrong, first she meets a beautiful rich black man he has everything she wants, assets money and a good business but he is too dark for her taste. Her reasoning is that if she had a daughter with him, she would hear "You're pretty for a dark skin girl". That makes sense but its so sad. Then we hear about the time Joan called Toni a Tar Baby when they were children. Then she dates a little bit. She meets Todd and oh lord she was not good to him but they had cute bantar. He flat out lied to her about his fiances and kept the fact Greg called a seceret before the wedding because he wanted her to himself. They have a daughter Morgan. However even her pregnancy was drama Todd didn't beleive her and she acted like Joan which was desperate and begging for a man back. She couldn't even have a nice wedding because Joan was busy picking a fight with Ellis. The custody battle was a mess and it totally started because Toni missed Morgan's first check up. Some believe Toni had post partum and I agree with that assessment. During the custody battle she does a pannel for successful black women, and she meets a new woman named Tammy. Things are going great until Tammy sets her up to be car jacked and Toni gets rightfully angry, and punches that bitch. Then Toni winds up in jail which puts her in jeapordy. This is what leads to peremanantly end the friendship between Joan and Toni if you can even call it that. Yes Joan has a lot of things against her but let's recap all the things Toni did to Joan, the very first episode Toni brought Joan's ex boyfriend as her date to Joan's birthday party, she slapped Joan in Jamacia after she accidentally spilled the beans about Toni's engagement to Clay. Was the bitch slap enough nope Joan then walks in on Toni trying to seduce Shawn the sex addict. Toni told Joan's boss her business and when Joan finally cuts her off Toni tries to manipulate Joan back into friendship. Toni was given a free pass to be a bitch and I didn't care for that at all. Yet the same grace wasn't really given to Joan. However we will get to Joan later because whew lord I have a lot to say about her. Toni does get better over the seasons especially when she becomes a mom to Morgan. However, no matter how you look at it Joan's and Toni's friendship was toxic from both ends. Now let's talk about Joan. Joan Carol Clayton also small town girl from Fresno, childhood friends with Toni Childs. Joan was a successful lawyer and at a high end law firm, was the only one who had assets, as in a house a good job. She was the "mom' friend of the group, she let her friends stay at her house, such as Lynn who stayed with her for 8 years, then she let Maya stay with her when she was kicked out after she cheated on Darnell and then again when Maya and Darnell's new house was being rentovated. She loved hosting parites, having game nights at her house. She eventually decides to quit being a lawyer and open up a resturant. I have mixed emotions about it on one hand I was sad becuase she could have made a great lawyer and it just felt they wanted to give her an out. On the other hand it's understandable because you think you're doing a job you love and maybe you realize you did the job to please someone and Joan loves to throw parties so her opening up a restruant makes sense. Joan has a lot going for her but honestly she is passive aggressive, she is jealous and I think she actually gets off on being needed and having to comfort someone. She can't stand when others are happy. First she acted like an agregious classist ass snob over Maya's taste and called it ghetto. Joan then makes it right by wearing the dress. Then when things are going great for Toni and Toni's about to get married Joan becomes a mess, she leaves in the middle of the engagment speech, she picks a fight with Ellis during Toni's engagment and wedding. She can't handle the fact that Toni is getting her dream wedding. Toni gets so damn pissed that she cuts up Joans dress. Joan couldn't even tell Toni she looked great whike she was trying on wedding dresses. Joan also has a tendency to make jabs at others when things aren't her way, like when she kept throwing shade at Maya's new house or when she kept throwing shade at her party. These antics on why she can't keep a man. First she had toe sucking Charles who didn't work out because she kept pushing the man for kids and marriage. Then a year later he is ready for those things and she got mad at him. Then there was Marcus but they didn't work becuase he had girly hips which was something Joan couldn't get past, then there was sex addict Shawn, who kept giving her ulimatum of being together or moving to New York. He then comes back and says he is engaged but turns out he was not he just didn't want to be in a relationship with Joan. During this time Joan started dating Chris but he is younger, and it makes her feel self concious. While dating him Joan accidentally too ecasty thinking it was a mint. She treats Chris like crap becasue she is still hung up on Shawn. Joan was a sheer distaster in the love area, she got with a 72 year old man which probably was her best sex, she had Derek who I thouhgnt was good for her but she had the basketball player and that other dude who was a dweeb. Yet she dumps Derek and that Dweeb for the star Basketball player. She then gets shut down by the basket ball player. She treated Derek like trash, she said she loved him when she didn't and slept with him to get her promotion. Then she acted shocked when he wanted nothing to do with her and he dragged her for filth. She cheated on Ellis with his manager. He was perfect but he didn't want kids which was a deal breaker for her. Then he comes back when she breaks up with Aarron momentarily. Now let's talk about Aarron, he is handsome he is a teacher but he lives in a small worn down apartment with one bathroom. I was so disappointed in the fact Aarron was poor. The first episode of season 8 was Joan even throwing it in his face that he doesn't make as she puts "Head of the household money" but Joan can't just can't let things go. Joan is so used to walking all over the men she dates and Aarron is the one man who refuses to let Joan walk all over him. Joan is probably equally as toxic as Toni in comparison hell season 6 she got so full of herself that she kept blowing off her friends in their time of need which given what we have seen prior seasons I can understand why. However, her missing Toni's hearing becasue she was busy getting wasted was inexusable but the things Toni has done to Joan I can understand why Joan would miss it but still ouch. The custody hearing was the thing that broke the cammel's back. Even the black women who were reccuring or one off characters have to suffer in some way. Yvonne, gorgeous cop woman, motivated driven and smart, her entire relationship with William was her suffering and losing herself. She got shot, William then pressures her to quit her job. He hulimates her with his mom and to make matters worse he hires Mrs. Dabney (Don't know the actresses name) to be his pretend mom. They wanted us to believe that light bright mixed looking woman gave birth to that full on black man? Yvonne was right to leave William's ass at the alter. Then there was Monica, starts off a snobby rich woman, her mom is a total bitch, cuts her off financially and her dad has late stages of dementia. Alicia and Ray the black couple that Maya and Darnel meet at Chile's and Maya suspects Alicia is being abused. People don't believe her until they hear for themselves. Turns out Alicia was being abused by her husband Ray. Now let's talk about William. Prior to Alisha, and Monica there was Kimberly Elise's character who was Joan's college friend. She screwed around with Joan's boyfriends and contracted AIDS she showed up for two episodes and was in Lynn's documentary and then she died from the complication from AIDs shortly after. William is considered the fifth girlfriend of the group and a fan favorite of many. He is a succesful lawyer at a high end law firm, has great assets and has the set up to be a good husband. However, his humor is dated, and he has "Nice Guy Syndrome" he thinks he is entitled to sex just because he has been nice to the girls which is why he had no problem having sex with Lynn. He treated Yvonne like trash, he wouldn't introduce her to his mother, he refused to set a date for the wedding,he didn't consult her about buying the house, yes she wanted it but I know women personally who didn't like a house their husband bought prior to them being engaged just simply because they didn't have a say in the house. He forced her to quit her job. When he does introduce her to his mom that woman is an actress he hired to play his mom. WTF. He treated Monica like crap too now granted it Monica was a bit manipulative but he broke her heart twice and did anything to win her back and he still treated her like trash. I mean his speech at his and Monica's wedding I probably would have left his ass too. William is an okay character to me but my boyfriend hates him. I didn't like Darnell but I did after him and Maya got back together. Overall that is my think piece on Girlfriends and I think a few changes could be made or maybe a reboot that is simular but take out the awful humor or more so dated humor.