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reubyrd · 7 months

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Whumptober No. 4

Prompt: Shock | “You in there?”

tags: Jegulus, hurt/comfort, shock (obviously), cuddles

a/n: the creative block has been real, and a little hurt/comfort was the perfect way to get out of it. This is fluffier than intended but what can you do.

Regulus spills out of James’ floo and collapses into James' waiting arms.

James has been pacing in front of his fireplace for hours, vibrating with worry and anxiety, so he doesn’t have to lunge far to catch Regulus before he eats the hardwood. James wants nothing more than to squeeze Regulus tightly enough to convey every single drop of worry and love and relief, but he can’t. Not yet. He has to make sure Regulus is okay first.

He moves Regulus to the closest couch to sit him down and check him over. “Are you hurt?”

Regulus doesn’t respond, his fingers curled lightly into the crooks of James’ elbows as he slumps forward.

“Regulus, hey.” James uses one hand to steady his shoulders and the other to push Regulus’ curls away from his eyes. “You in there?”

Regulus’ skin is clammy when James tilts his head up to look at his eyes. His pupils are blown wide and his gaze is unfocused, staring right at James without seeing him.

James’ stomach drops, but he breathes out a soothing, “Okay, it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” James runs his hands over Regulus, from his shoulders down his torso to his arms. He doesn’t find any injuries or blood, so he moves on to removing Regulus’ overrobes. He checks as he goes, but whatever happened to Regulus hasn’t left any visible marks.

Regulus doesn’t notice when James pulls away just long enough to kick off his shoes. He doesn’t react when James lifts his unresponsive legs up onto the cushions and climbs onto the couch behind him. James leans against the armrest and tugs until Regulus’ back is settled against his chest, then waves his wand to cast a simple diagnostic spell. He’s become worryingly good at it since Regulus came to him a month ago.

The spell comes back clean, no injury or lingering curses, just the aftereffects of whatever's happened. It’s a small relief, but it’s all James has. He sets his wand aside so he can hold Regulus as tightly as he’d wanted to earlier.

“You’ll be okay,” James says into Regulus’ hair.

Regulus’ only response is his breathing, quiet and a little shallow but still steady.

“It’s just shock,” he explains, his thumb stroking lightly against Regulus’ shoulder. He keeps murmuring a soothing stream of nonsense and reassurances, moving one hand up to Regulus’ throat where he can feel the rapid beat of his pulse. He doesn’t know how much time passes, just that he’s getting drowsy by time Regulus stirs.

“James?” he says softly, his voice worryingly hoarse.

“I’m here,” James says, cheek still pressed into Regulus’ curls.

Regulus is silent for a long moment, shifting again. He tucks his hands into James’ elbows, and James can feel how cold they are through his sleeves.

This, of course, is not allowed, so James takes the hand that had been monitoring Regulus’ pulse, smiling at the noise of complaint that follows, and grabs his wand to summon a blanket from across the room. He catches it easily, partially sitting up to drape it over the two of them. Once he’s satisfied he slumps against the armrest again and goes back to cuddling Regulus as tightly as possible.

Regulus doesn’t even pretend to complain about it, twisting his cold hands into James’ sleeves again. “How did I get here?” he asks quietly.

James stomach flips again. “The floo,” he tells him. “You don’t remember?”

Regulus sighs. “No.”

At least he still got here, James thinks. “What happened?”

Regulus takes long enough to reply that James thinks he won’t. “Bellatrix is getting more creative with her punishments,” he says eventually, and his grip on James’ sleeves tightens.

James tries not to choke on the onslaught of images his mind conjures. “Regulus…”

“I’m fine,” Regulus lies, and he doesn’t sound irritated, just tired.

“No, you’re hurt,” James corrects, he slumps down further against the couch so he can prop up his knees, bracketing Regulus between them like he can shield him from the world with his body alone. “And I really hate when you’re hurt.”

Regulus sighs. He doesn’t argue, but it doesn’t matter because they’ve already had this argument a dozen times. It always ends the same. Instead, Regulus asks, “Did you get the cup?”

“Yeah, I got it.” James grimaces. Being near slivers of You-Know-Who’s shredded soul always makes him feel contaminated and dirty. “We’ll destroy it tomorrow.”

“Just one left,” Regulus murmurs, his voice muffled with encroaching sleep. “Then it’s over.”

James hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to Regulus’ temple. “Sleep, Reg. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

James listens to Regulus’ breathing calm completely and even out, hoping with everything he has the Regulus is right and this will all be over soon.

#whumptober 2023 #jegulus #microfic #drabble #hurt/comfort #whump #shock #“You in there?”#james potter #regulus black #whumptober day 4

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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nothing happened in the way i wanted

remus lupin x reader

tags: angst, sad ending, breakup

if love was supposed to be happy why did it hurt so badly. why did it feel like choking up during an argument about something that could have been avoided. why did it feel like tears and treachery. why oh why did you fall in love with remus john lupin.

the tears streaming down your face and the heartbroken expression illuminating his was enough for you to break down.

your sobs wracked your body as you collapsed on the floor. remus watched on despair until he couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry dove, please don’t cry. i hate seeing you cry please, tell me how to fix this. i’ll do better i promise.”

his words fell on deaf ears. 3 years of waiting for remus to tell you the truth, to banish the thoughts that plagues you at night. why did it take you breaking down for him to come to his senses

“i c-can’t do this anymore remus, it hurts. make it stop please” your words pierced his heart, never in a million years did he think it would come to this.

you had begged and pleaded for the truth, pleaded for him to trust you the same way you trusted him. begged him to love you wholeheartedly.

he couldn’t.

“d-dove please i’ll tell you everything. don’t leave me i’m sorry don’t go” he sobbed, words muffled as he tried to cling to you for as long as he could.

you were slipping away, you had been since the first year, he never told you where he was going, turning up in the middle of the night battered and bruised with scars littering his body.

his friends respected his privacy enough to not tell you but your heart could no longer handle not knowing.

“i-i love you remus, never forget that. treat your next love better, please” your body shook as the tears seemed never ending.

he shook his head, he couldn’t let you leave. not like this. he loves you, you can’t leave him. this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen

“please y/n, no no no don’t go i’m sorry please come back don’t leave i love you, i’m sorry please” his body collapsed on the hardwood floors as you pulled away.

his arms trying to pull you back down broke both of your hearts as you tore them away to run out the room to get into the fireplace to floo to your parents for a while.

love was bittersweet, a memory you would cherish forever but a heartbreak that would last a lifetime.

you deserved better than half promises.

you knew that now.

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cicidarkarts · 4 months

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Blood Defied - 10: Mudblood

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Ominis stood before Cree.

“Pl-please, Ominis,” she said, quivering.

But her voice was drowned out by a sharp, nasty susurration. Generations of Parselmouths envenomed him with their ideals and hatred. The sound formed together in some sort of coherence. It sounded like his mum, hissing in distinguishable parseltongue.

“Put an end to it.”

As if something mad had claimed him, he shoved Cree to the ground. She hit the floor, yelping in terror. He knew she was unarmed. He knew she was helpless against him. The tiniest part of him that begged for this to stop was quashed by his madness.

“Don’t do this,” Cree begged.

He lifted his wand, expecting his voice to call out the Killing Curse. His heart dropped into his churning stomach when his mania forced out,

“Crucio!”

She screamed. It sundered his ears and ravaged his mind. His younger self accompanied her, cacophonous, overwhelming. His lucid part cried out for it to stop. The hissing laughed, sneering and wheezing in its joy. His own lungs expelled a laugh—cackling that turned to uncontrolled and venomous hissing.

When he stopped, Cree panted and sobbed. The static of the curse and smell of tears drenching Cree’s flesh pierced his nostrils.

“Why?” she begged. Generations within him hissed, “Kill her.” “I trusted you, Ominis.”

He struggled against himself. But this was simply how things were. She was nothing to purebloods—to him.

“Shut your mouth, mudblood.”

The word assaulted his tongue. His coherent side pleaded for her to release him from his madness. But that umbral half only held contempt for the helpless mudblood. He lifted his wand. He felt the words bubble up in his chest, ready to spew from him and destroy everything.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Bright green flashed across his blind eyes. Then Cree’s breaths halted. Her silence rang in the air like the tolling of a thunderous bell. Her sobs and voice were gone forever. Her arms would never again hold him tight. And she could no longer reassure him that he was sane.

Ominis jerked awake. Shooting upright chilled his damp and clammy skin. A dream. A nightmare. His lungs burned with heaving breaths. He felt his heart pounding against his bones. Warm tears burned at his eyes and new sweat trickled off his forehead. He still felt that atmosphere—cold and dark and oppressive, swelling in his lungs and fogging his mind. That insane half of him ripped apart his brain, picking out things he was sure rested deep within him; things that prepared to burst forth one day when he least expected it.

Sebastian mumbled from his side of the dorm. “Ominis…? Are you all right?” “Y-yes, I’m fine.” “Actually speaking to me?” he mumbled again with a hoarse voice, stirring as though he sat up. “You sure you're all right?” Ominis sighed and pulled his cover over him. “Come off it.”

He rolled to face the wall. Sebastian groaned softly and collapsed back into bed. After some sheet rustling, the room went quiet again. All that was left was the sloshing of the Black Lake.

Dirt scraped Credence’s legs. Her muscles burned, desperate for respite as she hurried out of the Great Hall. She’d been running for who knows how long, yet she was still going to be late! With her food in hand, she practically tackled the Floo Flame.

Her feet hit hardwood flooring. She panted and looked around the common room entryway. Ominis sat on one of the benches, surrounded by the usual Ravenclaw books and clutter. He held his own plate. A few bites had been taken from it already.

“Credence, where have you been?” he asked. “Sorry,” she said between breaths. “I don’t— Mean to be— So late.” “All right, what insane story do you have for me this time?”

She walked toward him, kicking some of the dirt clumps out of her pant leg. One of his brows cocked in response.

“I was in the Forbidden Forest,” she said. “Uh-huh.” “Looking for pearl moss.” “Right.” “And I fell.” “....” “In a niffler den.”

He paused and she watched a smile forming across his lips, though he tried to push it back down.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re—” He forced away his giggles. “I’m glad you’re okay.” “It was so not funny,” she said, though she was also giggling. “I was stuck for ten minutes!”

She opened up the door and they headed inside.

“And what do you mean I have insane stories?” she demanded. “At least several times a week,” he said, nodding. “You’re exaggerating.” “Don’t you remember the last time?” “Hyperbole.” “It was three days ago.”

He reminded her of the time she’d come into the Great Hall, feet slapping wet against the floor. She’d sat next to him with a loud smack of sodden clothes.

“Why are you all wet?” he’d asked. “Remember that transfer thestral we got? The one that’s been following me everywhere?” “Ashes, yes.” “I had to go out near Lower Hogsfield to get some supplies. When I got there, I realized I also needed some leech juice. Well, those leeches were running from me, I swear. Getting really close to the lake and everything. When I was chasing one, Ashes bowled me over. Right into the lake. I guess he saw me running and wanted to get involved.”

“And you laughed at me then, too!” she said in the present as they headed toward the rooftop. “Oh, let’s not forget that other time just last week, when you came into the Great Hall reeking of dungbombs and swamp water.” “It was the hinkypunks!” “How did you and Regalian get lured in by hinkypunks?” “We were searching for them!” she said, flustered and indignant and dramatic. “They didn’t ‘lure us in’. It’s not that we’re just stupid! Well, maybe Regalian is, but I’m not!” Ominis clutched his sides in laughter. “Okay! Okay, I’m sorry!”

She recounted that day again, having to go into the Forbidden Forest with a sneering and snarky Regalian. By the time they’d found the three escaped hinkypunks, she’d just wanted Regalian to shut up. While arguing and chasing the hinkypunks to catch them, the ground had suddenly disappeared under Credence’s feet. She fell right off an embankment.

The noisome mud of the bog greeted her. Regalian cackled at her for that one. She’d glared at him, belly-first in the muck, eyeing up that small, unsteady outcropping on which he’d stood. She took great pains to ensure Ominis and Sebastian knew that she’d kicked the ground out from under him, which sent Regalian tumbling into the mud.

Ominis was cracking up as they reached the roof. “That one was definitely not funny!” she said, also laughing. “Regalian also smelled so horrible that day, I bet he was bloody pissed!”

He took the lead up the stairs to go at his own pace. As their giggles quieted, they breached the cool air of the rooftop. Outside with them was another Ravenclaw huddled with her Hufflepuff girlfriend on one side of the roof.

Credence and Ominis took the other side. They enjoyed the last bit of warm sun before Christmas as they ate. Right when they finished their plates and got comfortable, a frigid gust of wind blew along the rooftop. Credence nuzzled closer to Ominis. The two girls squealed at the frozen air. They giggled together and jogged back inside. Credence relaxed knowing she and Ominis could talk without interruption.

“Are you signing up for that winter tournament Brattleby wants to hold?” asked Ominis. “Can't. Lucan says I'm not allowed to participate in tournaments with my Protego. It still sometimes can't tell the difference between a friendly competition and an actual threat.” “That's fair,” he agreed. “Too bad. I would've loved to see you participate.” “See me?” He nudged her. “You know what I mean.” “At least I'll get to see you in the tournament, right?” “Yes, I'm already signed up, actually. There’s a surprising amount of participants. I guess they want some excitement before heading home for the holidays.” “I'm guessing you-know-who is in the tournament.” Ominis, despite having never seen it done before, gave her the most impressive eye roll. “You don't have to call him that; he's not a blight, even though he feels like it sometimes. But yes, the bloke with whom I'm not on speaking terms is joining. Wouldn't surprise me to know Garreth is already getting bets on Sebastian winning.” “Have you guys talked about what happened?” “I can't get him to shut up about what happened. He's been pestering me ever since, constantly apologizing.” “Sebastian really doesn't know when to quit,” she said. “Yes, he's under the impression that if he just says sorry enough times that it'll make it all magically disappear. He brings to mind a toddler throwing a fit rather than a sincere adult.” “Yeah, I know. I don't think he really understood what he was doing. I mean, he's so caught up with this Anne thing.” Ominis stiffened and his hand upon her hip grasped her. “He acts like he's the only one being affected by that. We're all hurting over poor Anne. It's been a truly horrible situation. I’d find it admirable he won’t give up, if he wasn't stepping on everyone's toes in the process. But he thinks he knows better than everyone else. Not even the experts at Saint Mungo's know how to help Anne. I'm sorry to say that even I've given up— Oh.” He put his fingertips over his mouth. “Oh, I shouldn't have said that…” “It's okay,” she assured, massaging his deflated shoulders. “It's a hopeless situation. It's okay to feel like you've tried everything and there isn't anything left.” “I feel so awful about it.” “I understand.”

She knew it had to have been weighing on him for a long time. At least as long as the semester if not longer. Ominis so tightly held onto guilt and negative thoughts that she wondered when he'd last remembered good times with Anne and Sebastian.

If she ever thought about her brother, she tried to remember his smile; his excitement (and confusion) about finding out she was a witch. She thought about him telling off one of her schoolmates for making fun of her for being muggle-born. How Kameron promised to keep her safe as war stained their backyard.

If she ever thought about her father, she thought about how he fought for his family. She thought about him twirling her about when her magic schooling letter came in. How her father held all of them tight as bloodshed knocked on their door. Surely, Ominis had similar memories of Anne.

“What's Anne like? she asked. “I've only heard a little.” “Oh, she's great,” said Ominis, a soft smile upon his lips. “She's always so energetic. It was usually Anne coming up with pranks and silly stories. She's really intelligent, even though her humor is like a twelve year old boy's. I think she does that to appear less smart than she actually is, but she's hilarious. Between her and Sebastian, I've never laughed so hard in my life.” “She sounds wonderful, Ominis.” “Yes, she is.”

Credence tried to keep her smile up but there was a little twinge in her gut. That couldn't possibly be—jealousy? The moment the realization hit her she tried to beat the beast back into the recesses of her mind. Ominis brushed his hand over her knee, getting her out of her thoughts.

"Thank you for listening,” he said. “You're the only one who does. Sebastian is so wrapped up in his own life, and Anne… Well, I haven't spoken to her ever since she fell ill, I'm afraid.” “Why not?” “I just… Can't bear to see her like that. Then my worst fears will come true—I'll know for sure that she'll be gone soon. Her and Sebastian were the only people who didn’t judge me for being a Gaunt, before you came along.” “I bet Anne would love to see you again.” He sighed and frowned deeply. “I know. It's so selfish of me.” Credence put her arms around him and held him close. “You need to do what's best for you. If seeing Anne is too much—” “I should see her anyway.” “I'll support whatever you want to do, Ominis.” This eased his frown. “Thank you, Cree. Would you come with me if I went to see Anne? I feel like I'll need you there.” “Of course. You and Sebastian just let me know when.” His face went quite cold, frown returning with a vengeance. “Right. Sebastian. I'm sure he'll be there as well. If there's ever an opportunity to get up to Feldcroft and see Anne, he takes it.” “Well, better to face him in that Crossed Wands tournament first, right?” “I plan to.”

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