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ellecdc · 2 months

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Mother..... im so sorry 😭😭 but i swear this ones fun!!

What about another part to poly!moonwater where theres a party but Reg and Rem are running late.

Reg: * anxious and fidgety*

Rem: you know we dont have to go

Reg: no no no we most definetly do, anyway its not that. You havent seen y/n in this environmemt before have you?? She thrives in this kind of environment.

Rem: cant be that bad.....

Reg: 😶 think of Potter, Barty amd my brother in one person.

Rem: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🥲

So when they get there reader is dancing on tables with Barty and Siri. Just the kind of person who lets go in that kinda vibe, doesnt even have to drink, its just the atmosphere that causes her personality to do a whole 180°. The kinda person you habe to but an airtag on so you dont loose them

I love it I love it I love it I love it

poly!moonwater x fem!reader

CW: mention of drinking, drunkenness and alcohol. Friends looking after their drunk friends. Friends bullying their other drunk friends (lovingly)

Remus was thankful that tonight’s Hogwarts party wasn’t being hosted in Gryffindor tower. Not only did James and Sirius get far too invested before, during, and afterwards, but it was also just harder to enjoy on account of watching what was basically your living room be trashed by a bunch of drunks.

But tonight, he was going to be able to enjoy a nice time with his friends without any of the responsibility of having to clean up after said friends.

And better yet, he was going to enjoy a nice time with you and Regulus; the first party the three of you would attend together as partners.

You had been very excited for tonight and had volunteered to help set up, whilst Remus opted to wait for Regulus who had quidditch practice before hand.

And Remus was currently very happy with his choice as he got to watch Regulus change out of his quidditch gear and into his party attire.

“Would you quit ogling me, you fiend.” Regulus muttered as be buttoned the cufflinks into his dress shirt. Remus would have made fun of him for dressing so formally to a dorm party if he didn’t look so bloody good.

“Nope.” He said, popping the P.

Regulus rolled his eyes, but Remus could see a small smirk playing on his lips.

Regulus let out a steadying breath and turned to Remus. “Are you ready?”

Remus smiled before puckering his lips instead of answering. Regulus looked like he thought he should be annoyed, but ultimately gave in and pressed a kiss to the werewolf’s lips, hovering slightly above him as Remus sat reclined onto his elbows on Regulus’ bed.

Regulus pulled away all too quickly for Remus’ liking and began fussing in front of the mirror again, clearly anxious.

“Are you alright?” He asked gently, sitting up properly.

Regulus sighed but nodded in the affirmative.

“We don’t have to go, you know.” Remus tried, mistaking the boy’s nerves for being reclusive.

Regulus kind of snorted at that and looked at Remus with a raised eyebrow. “No, we should go. In fact, we ought to go...like, now.”

Remus felt his brows furrow as Regulus headed towards the door, getting up and following him out obediently.

“This isn’t one of those ‘if we go sooner, we can leave sooner’ tactics, is it? Because with James and Sirius, I promise you that won’t work.”

Regulus laughed. “No, though I’d like to point out I am not afraid of those sods.”

“Well, who are you afraid of that has you sprinting to Ravenclaw tower right now?” Remus asked, causing Regulus to grimace a little guiltily as he slowed his stride for the lycanthrope.

“Sorry... I guess you haven’t seen Y/N at one of these?” Regulus asked.

Remus realized then that your paths had never really crossed until this year, being a year below him and hanging out with a different crowd. “No, I guess not. Why?”

Regulus laughed. “Oh gods. You’ll see.”

“Come on, she can’t be that bad.” Remus said with a scoff.

Regulus rolled his eyes and smirked. “If I had one way to describe Y/N at a party, it would be a combination of Potter after a quidditch win, Sirius after four shots of firewhiskey and Barty.”

Remus’ steps faltered as he put the pieces together in his head. Regulus paused as well, making eye contact with him before understanding seemed to cross between them, and they both took off in a sprint towards the Ravenclaw tower.

As they rounded the last spiral of the staircase, they stepped past the silencing spell that had been placed around it and could feel the vibrations from the music booming in the room.

A third year Ravenclaw who had been paid for their service in Honeydukes chocolates answered the riddle to allow entrance to Regulus and Remus, and the sight took Remus’ breath away.

You can dance! You can ji-ive.

You were standing dancing on the mantle of a grand fireplace with Sirius on one side of you and one of the Prewett twins on the other.

Having the time of your lives. Oooooh.

James looked like he’d been trying all evening to get up on that mantle with you guys, but in his inebriated state, Lily was easily preventing him from doing so.

See that girl!

Both Sirius and... Fabian (if Remus guessed correctly) knelt to dramatically point at you who quickly struck a cheeky pose, earning the three of you cheers (but Remus was sure most of the applause was on your account).

Watch that scene!

Sirius pretended to play a riff on a guitar and Fabian did a scary looking spin from his place on the mantle whilst you opted to shimmy your shoulders in time with the music.

Digging the dancing queen!

And to Remus’ absolutely horror, Fabian launched himself off of the mantle, seemingly making his mark by landing on the couch but apparently, he hadn’t taken into account the springs in the sofa which promptly launched him back off of the couch and had him landing on the wooden coffee table, causing it to splinter and break underneath him.

Sirius looked like he was going to either fall off the mantle or piss his pants from laughing too hard, clutching your arm as you laughed along with him.

Over Remus’ dead body would Sirius fall off a fireplace mantle and take you down with him.

He bodily moved through the crowd and stepped over Fabian without a second thought to stand below you (and Sirius, technically). Remus’ heart rate skyrocketed even more standing here below you, seeing as he was about 192cm (~6’3) and the mantle stood basically at his eyebrows.

He wanted to chide you, but your face cleared beautifully once you recognized who was standing below you.

“Remmy!” You cried as Sirius cheered “Moony!”

“I know I call you ‘dove’ baby girl, but that doesn’t mean you can fly!” He called up to you, any reprimand likely belittled by the beaming smile he was shooting at you.

He held his hands up to you, and you quickly abandoned Sirius’ arms in exchange for his. With his hands under your armpits he gently lowered you back down to your proper height (which Remus much preferred).

“Hi Rem!” You cheered at him. “I missed you.”

Your words were clear and loud if a little slurred.

“I missed you!” Remus replied with a smile as Regulus quickly added “how many drinks have you had?” from his place behind him, apparently having made sure his ‘idiot brother didn’t break anything on his trip off the mantle’. Remus had sort of forgotten Sirius was there at all, to be honest.

You seemed a little worried at Regulus’ question before he quickly added “I need to know how many I need to catch up to you, mon chéri.”

“Nice save.” Remus muttered to him.

“Uhm, maybe four?” You offered.

“Got it, think you can handle a refill?” He asked, placing a kiss to your temple. Remus wanted to eat the two of you up, you were just so cute.

“I’m on water for a bit!” You cheered back at him.

“So smart, dovey. Nice call.” Remus praised you. You beamed back at him in response.

“S’not fair!” James shouting interrupted your chat.

“I’ll go get you a drink too, okay?” Regulus whispered into Remus’ ear before quickly taking off, clearly not interested in the whining of an inebriated James Potter.

“M’not ‘llowed to dance on th’mantle, m’not allowed to-to play with the play with the suit’s o’armours. Why’d I even come.” James cried miserably between hiccups.

“James, you cannot sword fight with the suits of armours, you will lose. When you lose a sword fight, you die.” Lily reprimanded, clearly at her wits end with her boyfriend.

“Awe, tough hand mate. Hey! Can I challenge you to a chugging contest?” Remus said, clapping James on the back.

James seemed to brighten up at that as Lily quickly scowled at him. Remus offered the redhead a wink as he plucked your cup of water out of your hands and handed it to James.

“’kay, but no cheating!” James called to Remus. Remus figured James was too drunk to realize one couldn’t really cheat at a chugging contest, but Remus didn’t plan on winning anyway.

Regulus had returned at the perfect time for Remus to take a drink and bring it to his lips. James, in his enthusiasm ended up wearing most of the water, but claimed he won after downing the rest of it.

“No way James, I want a rematch!” Remus called, grabbing the new cup of water Regulus had brought over for you - quickly promising to make it up to you - and handing it off to James.

The group ended up being able to keep James entertained by challenging him to ‘chugging contests’ whilst handing him cups of water until he had to pee.

Remus got to watch you flit around the party, dancing to your hearts content (though, he did make sure to discourage you from anymore high surface areas. When he couldn’t, he made sure to spot you from below), and even convincing Regulus to ball dance with you, even though it was to the likes of Jackson 5. Though you quickly abandoned him for Sirius when Play That Funky Music came on.

Remus was sat in a large cushioned chair with Regulus in his lap as they watched you, clearly in your element.

“Gods, she’s fun.” Remus whispered to his boyfriend. Regulus breathed out a chuckle and leaned further into Remus.

“She is. She can be trouble sometimes though. Probably good that Barty’s nowhere to be found.”

Regulus’ voice trailed off confusedly at the end.

“What is it?” Remus asked, but you came barrelling over to them, slightly sweaty and breathless from your dancing.

“Hi.” You breathed excitedly, falling to your knees in front of them.

��Hi dovey! Having fun?” Remus asked, bringing his hand not currently holding his drink and wrapped around Regulus’ waist to caress your face. His heart squeezed as your eyes closed and you leaned into the touch. “S’much fun.”

“Amour, where is Barty?” Regulus asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed momentarily before a cheeky smile crossed your face as you remembered.

“Oh, he’s...hanging around.” You offered vaguely.

“Should I be worried?” Regulus asked cautiously, earning him a snort from Lily as she hauled a nearly sleeping James over to the couch beside them.

“The sod was swinging from the chandelier and got stuck. None of us bothered trying to get him down – he’s fast asleep.” She explained, gesturing to the ceiling with a nod of her head.

Sure enough, nearly right above them, Barty was passed out cold as if he were simply swinging in a hammock.

“Hm...” Regulus deadpanned, narrowing his eyes at you. “Amour, did someone bet Barty that he couldn’t manage to get to the chandelier?”

“No.” You answered quickly, defiantly. Regulus continued staring impassively at you until you sighed. “I bet him he couldn’t get down from the chandelier.”

“And she was right.” Lily added, giving you a fist bump.

Regulus let out a long suffering sigh, causing Remus to chuckled and rub his side placatingly.

“Fair enough, sweets.” He conceded.

“Easy for you to say.” Regulus muttered. “You aren’t responsible for getting him down.”

“Just leave him up there.” Sirius commented; he wasn’t quite as drunk as Remus expected him to be, but his movements were still sloppy as he moved to sit on the floor beside you. “That’s apparently what friends do.” He said pointedly, glaring at Remus and sticking his tongue out at him.

“I had more important priorities.” He said, winking down at you.

“Are-are you s,saying that Y/N’s more impo- important than your mate, Rmussss?” James said – barely – through hiccups.

“Certainly prettier priorities.” Regulus commented.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted far louder than necessary. “You take that back!”

“I’ll do no such thing.” Regulus responded casually.

Sirius went to stand from his place, no doubt to try to roughhouse his brother.

“It’s okay Sirius. I think you’re very pretty. Next time, you can be the dancing queen.” You placated. Sirius turned to look at you like you hung the moon.

“Really?!” He cried. You nodded, causing the sod to launch himself, tackling you in a hug and causing the two of you to fall over.

“Oi! Don’t crush my darlin’ girl, Pads!” Remus called at the same time as Regulus spat “if she has so much as one fucking bruise Sirius, I swear to Salazar...”

“Do forgive him,” Lily commented, “he was just informed he could be the next dancing queen.”

“Why mess with perfection? I happen to think Y/N was a wonderful dancing queen!” Marlene called from somewhere behind Remus.

“I MISSED DANCING QUEEN!?” Barty screeched from his aerial prison above them.

Regulus let out another long-suffering sigh as he stood, lifted you up out of Sirius’ grasp and placed you in his vacated spot on Remus’ lap. “I’ll go get my broom to get him down...”

“How’d you manage to win that bet, dove?” Remus whispered as Regulus disappeared through the door, pressing his nose to the pulse point of your neck.

“Sticking charm.”

Remus chuckled and felt the breaths leaving his nose bounce off your skin and back into his face.

“My cheeky little minx.”

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emlovessid · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic january 16, bone, 280 words

It’s a Friday night, and instead of working up the guts to finally ask Remus out, Sirius is instead spending his night at the local hospital emergency room with James, who’s as high as a kite. It’s a vast improvement from the shaky, pale, close-to-passing-out James who he’d half-carried in here half an hour ago, and watching James make a fool of himself is a welcome distraction from the literal bone protruding from his arm.

“You must be James. I’m – wait, Sirius?”

Sirius’ head shoots up at the sound of his brother’s voice, standing at the end of James’ bed in his scrubs.

“Reg! I didn’t know you were working tonight,” Sirius says cheerfully.

“Dorcas is off sick, so I’m covering for—”

“Holy shit.”

The brothers both look over to find James staring at Regulus with what can only be described as stars in his eyes.

Sirius chuckles, “Sorry about him, he's had a bit too much of the green whistle.”

James’ eyes go wide and jaw drops open as he gasps, “Wait, Sirius. You know him?”

“Yeah, this is my brother, Reg! He’s a nurse here. Reg, James. James, Reg,” Sirius says, gesturing between them by way of introduction.

“This is your brother? Fucking hell, Pads. I thought you were a stunner but he is—” James seems to lose the ability to speak then, staring at Regulus with a goofy smile.

“Ah, the infamous James. Lovely to finally meet you,” Regulus laughs. “I just came by to let you know that they’ll be taking you back in about fifteen minutes, so hang tight.”

If Sirius didn’t know any better, he’d say that Regulus is blushing as he walks away.

#in shan's words the green whistle is like a morphine vape #if you don't know what the green whistle is #jegulus #jegulus fic #marauders #sometimes i write things

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villain-crown · 20 days

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forbid | @jegulus-microfic | words: 657

critical care, part 3 (part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, part 6)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

The thing about calling a code blue was that it could quickly turn into social hour if you weren’t careful. Mates that you hadn’t seen in awhile came out of the woodwork from all over the hospital to get in on the action, leading to a sort of impromptu reunion over the patient you were working to snatch from the claws of death.

“Lily! Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages—“

“Dorcas! What unit are you on these days?”

“Oi, Barty, I thought they fired you!”

Like now, apparently, as every person James had ever fucking met decided to grab a front row seat to spectate as he tried to make small talk with Regulus Black.

“It was a lovely day yesterday,” James began when they’d finished delivering a second shock to their patient. “The sun was out. Do you get out much, Regulus?”

James could feel Sirius’s suspicious gaze as Regulus glanced incredulously away from the new rhythm tracing itself on the cardiac monitor.

Still v. fib.

“…No. Sirius locks me in my bedroom and just lets me out four days a week when it’s time for me to be here—what the fuck kind of question is that, Potter!?”

Bloody hell, but Dorcas had clearly lied to Marlene about Regulus’s personality.

Sweet, Dorcas had called him.

No. This was a feral devil cat with a mouth full of knives and Merlin save him but James was so fucking into it.

“I wouldn’t rule that out,” Barty Crouch Jr. butted in unnecessary, watching Regulus’s vitriol land with an entertained expression. “One time I asked Reg if he wanted to check out my new apartment and Black threatened to peel my face off and put it on the CPR mannequin. I still haven’t gotten a proper answer.”

“There’s no need for him to go anywhere with you unsupervised, Crouch,” Sirius scowled, turning up the energy level of the defibrillator for their next attempt. “Just describe it to him.”

“Describe it? Well, okay. Picture it, Reg. You and Evan, in my bed—“

“Stop messing with him, idiot,” Regulus rolled his eyes, finally shoving Crouch’s arm off his delicate shoulders as Sirius picked up a spare saline flush and squirted it right in the blond’s face. To Sirius, he added, “he’s just trying to get a rise out of you, you know.”

“I’m calling HR you fucking asshole!”

“Fine, if you want to play that game. I’m sure they’d love to hear about you taking it from Lupin in the supply room last month.”

“Reggie! You can’t say dirty things like that! I forbid it!”

“I say a lot worse under the right circumstances, Sirius.”

James felt a flash of lightning race down his spine as Regulus maintained unwavering eye contact with him as he said so, ignoring Sirius’s outraged sputtering.

“I told you not to let Sirius catch you looking at his baby brother,” Marlene pointed out in an undertone, sidling up to James in the already crowded room.

“He’s bloody perfect.” James replied, unrepentant. “I’m going to marry him.”

“Dorcas called him sweet. I’m not getting that vibe.”

“Maybe he just needs a little… persuading.”

Marlene rolled her eyes, opening the airway drawer of the crash cart at Dorcas’s behest. “He’s mean, James.”

“He’s pretty, Marlene.”

“…You aren’t going to see reason, are you?”

“Absolutely not. Regulus Black is going to have my children.”

She looked back at the petite man with obvious misgivings. “If he doesn’t kill you first.”

“He could carve his initials into me with a scalpel and I’d thank him.”

“…You’re fucking crazy.”

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #starchaser #sirius and regulus #james loves regulus #jegulus microfic #protective sirius black

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musicoftheheart · 4 months

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That Time of the Month

inspired by @accio-sriracha’s post

A/N: it’s shorter than id planned and i might one day expand on this idea, but here we go! enjoy <3

“Who the fuck ate my fucking chocolate?”

Sirius and James exchanged a look of pure, unbridled terror. James’ wide eyes and quivering jaw seemed to imply it hadn’t been him, and Sirius was trying to communicate the same with his own expressions. Neither of them were daft enough to touch Moony’s chocolate these days; they’d learned that lesson the hard way.

A voice spoke up in the silence. “Sorry Rem,” Regulus mumbled from where he’d buried himself in James’ chest. “I’ve got some in my dorm — I’ll replace yours, I promise. I just really didn’t feel like getting up. Sorry.”

Something in Remus’ harsh expression softened — as it usually seemed to do for Regulus (something Sirius was often quite dramatic about, barring this one week of each month).

It had been dubbed ‘hell week’ by all those who had to experience it — both Remus and Regulus described it as such quite openly amongst friends, but Sirius and James were careful only to complain to one another, and not to their boyfriends — because it was quite frankly, hell. It was bad enough back in their early years of Hogwarts when it was only Remus they’d had to dance around near the full moon, but ever since Regulus had started his period in his third year (an unfortunate consequence of his being trans, and something that — as of yet — had no potion to fix) it had only gotten worse.

By some unfortunate sort of fate, Regulus’ time of the month had synced up almost perfectly to Remus’. The pair would wander around Hogwarts snapping at anyone who even slightly grated on their nerves, complaining about their aches and pains, demanding this, that and the other from their boyfriends. But as much as this caused Sirius and James a great number of headaches trying to please not one, but both of them at the same time, it seemed to have brought the pair together in an odd bond that could almost never have otherwise been created.

For a start—

“Oh, that’s fine Reg,” Remus brushed off, if still a little pouty. “You know you can just help yourself.”

Remus never let other people eat his chocolate. Regulus seemed to be the only exception to his rule.

“No, no,” Regulus grumbled, dragging himself upright. “I’ll get it.”

Sirius knew just from the tone of his voice that Regulus really didn’t want to go all the way down to Slytherin for more chocolate, and a glance at James told him he knew the same.

So James — in a valiant effort to make up for ‘breathing too loudly’ around Regulus earlier — quickly piped up, “No love, it’s okay! I can get it for you. You just stay right there, all comfy and cozy. I’ve got it.”

Smiling smugly and clearly pleased with himself, Regulus settled back into James’ bed while his boyfriend tucked him up with blankets and his hot water bottle. “Thank you, baby.”

Oh Merlin, his little brother really had James wrapped around his finger.

“Padfoot,” Remus whined, laying himself gingerly face down on his bed. Sirius snapped to attention like a soldier called to duty. “Will you be my weighted blanket again?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sirius shifted into his animagus form and gently laid himself down over Remus until he heard a contented sigh. He let himself snuggle into his boyfriend’s warmth happily.

Perhaps hell week wasn’t entirely hellish.

#marauders fanfiction #marauders era #jegulus #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #blupin #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #platonic moonwater #yeah im definitely coming back to this idea when im not running on no sleep

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priniya · 1 year

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NOT MAD ANYMORE !

when they don’t have to hide anymore, james holds a silent grudge against his best friend, and doesn’t want to let down until he apologizes to his girlfriend.

notes: till forever falls apart continuation! james potter x black!reader. mentions of sex but not described, alcohol, party, regulus wants to kill sirius. not proofread

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well, when james finally confessed what made him bring you into the common room at night, with smudged mascara, puffy eyes, and a grimace that definitely wasn’t a happy one, regulus was furious. for the first time in a while, he wanted to punch someone so badly that the only thing a person would see was the hospital wing.

he would never have cared if it was him who cried that night, because regulus has always been a person that regularly cried, when something overwhelmed him, but you have never been that kind of person. he could recall only five to seven times when you cried throughout the fifteen years of your lives.

you’d always kept everything to yourself, hardly ever letting someone know how hurt you were deep inside. and regulus was one of the three people who actually knew, the other ones being pandora, and james. your brother was ready to throw hands at anyone who made you feel like that.

“what was this about?” regulus asked, stepping out of his dormitory with your boyfriend, when you finally fell asleep, cuddling reg’s sheets. “potter, i know the rumors about me or my friends around the castle, and if you won’t tell me what happened, i can promise you that some of them will be true.” he tilted his head to the side, glaring at the gryffindor boy.

“sirius caught us together, and began arguing with her, saying some messed up shit.” james sighed, his fingers ruffling his dark locks in frustration. “she acted that it doesn’t hurt her, but then he said that she did something to him, and it broke her down.”

“fucking piece of shit” the younger boy uttered under his breath. “i reckon, you’d like to say goodbye to your friend, ‘cause he’s gonna be dead after our talk.” there were no signs, in regulus’ tone, that would make his statement less… deathly.

“no need for that.” james shook his head, and looked towards the stairs with worried expression. “can you look after her, please?” he whispered, the picture of you crying so vivid in his mind.

“don’t worry, i will.” black smiled at him softly, before disappearing on the stairs. upon seeing his genuine upset, regulus felt like someone took away one of his concerns, if potter cared for his sister or was it just a prank pulled out by sirius.

after an hour, your brother still didn’t calmed down, and decided to take actions in his own hands. as quietly as it was possible, he went upstairs to the astronomy tower to find sirius with head in his hands. “you’re so predictable, brother.” he let out a humorless chuckle as he stepped closer.

“what do you want, regulus?” sirius sighed, definitely too tired for that conversation.

“what i want is you to finally stop pushing us, her away.” he empathized, fidgeting with his wand between the fingers. “you acted as if you were so honorable, and brave, yet you couldn’t hold you tongue behind your teeth, giving your sister full-ass anxiety attack, but you couldn’t care right? you won’t give a shit about her, yet y/n will always see you as a good person.” regulus cocked his head to the side, furious burning in his eyes. “and she will always defend you in front of every-fucking-one. i’m so sick of how she always stands up for you, whenever our family speaks badly about you, but no matter what would she do, you’re gonna see her as someone who’s not equal to you.”

when the oldest black looked at his brother, he could see the tears threatening to fall, paving a way in his cheeks. “you should be delighted that she rarely speaks about you, or how she misses you, because, my brother, your best friend would flip you off and run to her immediately.” he let out a bitter, cold chuckle. “it’s not y/n not deserving to be around potter, it’s you who don’t deserve to be around her, after what you did. you wouldn’t even care if she got herself killed for you, would you?” if looks could kill, sirius’ body would already lay on the ground, and regulus didn’t know if he regretted it.

“don’t fucking cut me off.” he added, the moment his brother opened his mouth to say something. “i couldn’t give two fucks about what you’re gonna think of me after this, but i’d give a million of fucks for y/n, so you have to options. apologize to her as soon as it’s possible, genuinely tell her how sorry you are for being a piece of shit instead of a brother, or pretend that you accept her, and her relationship with james.” the younger boy’s finger gripped the fabric of the white collar of sirius’ blouse. “don’t ever break her heart again, or i will make your life a living hell, and i can promise you that.”

before the gryffindor could even react, regulus left, feeling to vulnerable than usually. after half an hour, you could feel the mattress’ shift due to his weight, and then his hands wrapping itself around your body, clutching you in a hug.

the next few days were the same, at least they seemed the same for you. what felt different was the invitation to a party in the gryffindor’s common room from your boyfriend, despite the presence of your brother. “baby, he already knows, what’s the worst think that can happen?” he asked upon seeing a frown on your face.

“it’s gonna be fine.” he added reassuringly, his fingers playing with your hair as your head rests on his laps. “oh my merlin, i’ll be there if it matters to you.” a smile was planted on his lips, when you answered.

the other thing that has changed was that james refused to talk to his best friend unless he apologizes to you, making the week extremely exhausting and difficult for his friends that had to experience the downsides of the whole situation. potter would make everything possible to show sirius that he messed up, and he was the one in the wrong. switching places with various people in classes, turning back on him if he even opened his mouth to speak, or saying “remus, can you tell him that i don’t care?” repeatedly.

when you appeared at the party, dressed up in a silky, mid length, emerald dress, and a necklace you got from barty for christmas, some people were shocked. wondering how did the slytherin end up in the gryffindor’s common room at a party, but someone (specifically your boyfriend) answered the questions rapidly, kissing you in front of others. “you came!” he exclaimed, happily.

you could say, he has already drunk something, because he seemed tipsy, and completely out of his mind, when he dragged you all the way to his friends. you expected them to be mad at you, for tearing apart their friend group, to find lame excuses to run away before getting to know you, but they were incredibly nice, and kind.

“nice to finally meet the girl.” frank longbottom laughed, handing you a drink. “james couldn’t stop talking ‘bout you, i thought someone would kill him.” you chuckled, nudging the seeker in his side lightly.

“shut up! i didn’t.” he turned his head to you. “i really didn’t, never spoken a word about you, not a single time. really, they make it up to embarrass me, they-” he would probably go on for longer, if it wasn’t for alice, who cut him off.

“hey, if u don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of her, shut up.” she claimed, grinning at the two of you as you took a sip of alcohol. you didn’t really talk at the beginning, just let them talk to you instead, but they didn’t seem to mind.

dorcas, a girl you recognized from your own common room, couldn’t stop talking, almost stealing you away from james, when he went to grab you two another drinks. the only one that stayed distant was lily, who would just eye you once in a while. “don’t mind her, i think she just realized her feelings for james, when she saw you.” meadows chuckled right into your ear, before mentioned earlier james pulled you away from her.

you tensed upon hearing her words, she just realized her feelings for james, when she saw you, ringing loudly in your mind, but then something hit you so suddenly. even though lily was there, james stood next to you with his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, you were the one that had to cover the hickies he left on your skin, not her. you smiled triumphantly, looking at him with the corner of your eyes.

the magic seemed to die down as soon as someone brought up your brother’s name. potter stiffened, his grip hardened, trying to change the topic swiftly. you really couldn’t look at his sad smile, caused by an argument that didn’t even involve him, it was hard not to feel resposible.

“can you give me a second?” you whispered as he tilted his head down to be able to hear you. “need to talk to someone.” he planted a kiss on your lips, before letting you go.

you didn’t even know how you found his dormitory so easily. you didn’t even knock at the door, just barged in, facing your older sibling, having a full on breakdown. “what are you even doing here? want to steal another friend of mine?”

“came here to help you get on good tracks with james again.” you let out, leaning on the nearest wall, not daring to step further into the room. “if you don’t wanna lose him, then come down and fucking apologize, i don’t care if it’s true or not, do it. for him. i don’t wanna see him sad, just do it.”

“also, i never wanted to steal your friends, my boyfriend asked me to be here, so i am.” you added, eyeing the boy who looked at you through a mirror.

“you care about him?” you sent him a nod, as if it was the most obvious thing, you could thought about. “you’re not doing this out of spite?”

“sirius, if you don’t believe me, give me veritaserum.”

when you finally came back, intending to get back to your boyfriend, who was emptying another cup of beverage, yet someone wrenched you to the side. “i don’t know what you want from james, but leave him alone, he deserves something more than to be a toy to spite someone.” the girl, who turned out to be lily evans, spat, her tone so harsh, when you cocked your head.

you were a slytherin, you get that, a one that was in a constant argument with an older brother who was a gryffindor, but besides that, no one had a reason to question what intentions you had.

“quit it, evans. the argument doesn’t include you, so back off.” your older brother put a hand on her shoulder, making her let you go without a word. he listened. “but james—” she frowned.

“james is my best friend, and her boyfriend. it doesn’t concern you.” he cut the girl off, his face as still and serious as his sister’s, and when you stood next to each other, she could count all the similarities between you. “and she’s my sister.” he added after a moment.

you felt like you would break down crying, if you weren’t so good at controlling your emotions, you could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. it was… strange to hear him saying you’re his sister, or even related, especially when not longer than three weeks ago had he said you weren’t his sister.

it took james a little less than five minutes to spot you and sirius together near the stairs, lily didn’t even got to leave, so when he got to you, a frown was painted all over his face, confusion flickering in his eyes. “everything’s fine?” he let out slowly, a hand on your lower back.

“talking over some family drama with my sister.” your oldest brother shrugged, waiting for lily to finally leave, so he could talk it through with you and your boyfriend. “i apologize for my behavior, really, from the bottom of my heart. for you, that had to see my and her outburst” he turned his head towards potter. “and that i was such a shitty brother for you, and regulus.”

“regulus should be the one you’re apologizing to, instead of me, of course.” the seeker remarked. “i’m siding with her, because she’s right, and for the emotional support.”

“i’m sorry that i left you, but i was a kid too, when you got sorted to slytherin i felt left alone, you have to understand me.” sirius’ eyes were focused on your face as you tried to brush off any emotions, which was way more difficult due to the alcohol in your blood.

“i- uh, let’s not talk about it here, it’s a party.” you replied. “regulus should hear it too, that’s what i mean. we can forget about it for the night.” a soft smile rosed on your lips, hand wrapped around james’ torso. your brother’s face lit up as he quickly nodded.

the rest of the party went smoothly, except for the part when someone dared james to kiss evans during a truth or dare game. you sat in a circle with less intimate group of people (the marauders and friends, as you started to call it later), in the girls’ dormitory. there were more friends than just the marauders, you, and the few poeole you’ve met downstairs, but also some seventh years, and some of your age.

you shifted in your position uncomfortably, which didn’t go unnoticed by potter, and lupin, who looked at each other almost immediately when the dare was spoken. “unless it’s not okay to your snake friend…?”

“girlfriend, actually.”

“perfectly fine.” you lied, looking at the younger girl. you saw the triumphant smile on redhead’s face, when she saw how uncomfortable you were. this bitch. “that’s just a game.” you shrugged, a delicate, half smile sent to your boyfriend, trying to reassure him you were alright.

you watched him getting closer to the ginger girl, you watched her satisfied smile before their lips touched, and you didn’t dare to flinch when they did. you were taught, as a child, to never look back, when something that pained you, occured right in front of you, because consequences would hurt even more.

you watched the girl put a hand in his hair like you always do, it barely lasted ten seconds, making your boyfriend pull away. you could feel humiliated, and embarrassed to witness your significant other kiss someone else, but you knew you’d feel more humiliated if you showed any signs of jealousy.

“i thought about you.” he whispered to your ear as soon as he took a seat, even closer to you than before. “every second, i swear—” you chuckled at how flustered he was.

“jamie, it’s okay.” you spoke out quietly, resting your head on his shoulder, paying completely no attention to the surroundings, when he put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

it felt like the others don’t exist, like it’s just you, and your cute boyfriend in the room, and well… it didn’t really took you too long to leave the room and manage to find a way to his dormitory. you’d probably give it a second look, if james’ lips didn’t crash into yours the second you stepped into the room.

chuckles escaped from between your lips as soon as you felt the softness of his sheets on your back, your hands flew to his hair, pulling on his curles, while his uplifted the fabric of your dress, tracing a line down your neck with hickies (again, and you surely would kill him after that).

you don’t even remember, when you threw the clothes on the floor, all you can remember is what happened between the two of you, because it’s a thing you can’t forget. you remember putting on his sweatshirt, and underwear shortly afterwards. it felt magical, definitely too magical.

you remember plopping into a pair of his baggy jeans, and putting on a belt to keep the pants on your hips, you remember fixing your make-up in the mirror, and the smile james potter had on his face while watching you so intensely.

his heart was pounding so fast, he thought it would suddenly stop, to get even quicker later. his eyes focused on your silhouette, when you adjusted the corners of your lips with a cotton pad, trying to get rid of the smudged lipstick. merlin, you were so stunning, almost ethereal that he wanted to kiss you, then again, and then again, and again.

“we should go downstairs, y’know.” he cocked his head to the side to get a better view of you, and started dressing up himself. “we don’t have to, if you don’t want to obviously.” he added, right after.

you sent him a nod, looking at the sweatshirt in the mirror. he often had it on, when you sneaked out to hogsmeade, so it almost felt like he was embracing you with warmth. somehow, when you thought about james embracing you — he appeared behind you, hugging your back, placing his head on your shoulder. “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you.”

when you finally manage to get to the common room, everyone was already so tipsy, including your brother, and a girl who was suspicious of you, that no one noticed your absence. you drank at least a few shots of vodka with frank, who stole you from your boyfriend, and danced with you for an hour or more.

you had fun. really, even if you had a drunk talk with sirius in the corner of the room, talking through the things you’ve told each other earlier, how you let your parents cast various spells on you, so he could ran away with ease, or how he felt when neither you or regulus stood up for him during arguments. however, you weren’t really sure will you remember it, but in that moment, you were calmed.

someone even took a picture of you, shoulders linked with james, and sirius, wide grins on each of your faces. you, and your brother were looking directly at the camera, while potter stared at you, love flickering in his eyes. a photo you’d keep with you till the end of your days.

everything was going pretty well in your relationship, until the christmas break came, and knowing the situation in your household, he begged you to spend it with him, at his place. and you refused, which infuriated him to the point, when he tried to get sirius to talk to you. then it lead to a situation, when neither of you contacted the other one, no letters, no secret meetings, nothing.

your family hardly ever celebrated christmas, the tree, presents, and decorations were rarely a thing in your home, so most of the time you either spent it in your room or at malfoy manor with narcissa, and some of her friends from school. well, and while were you at home, it wasn’t the easiest break you’d had for you. your parents were giving you a hard time, especially since you’ve broken lucius’ nose, and made you apologize to him, after treating you with various spells that hurt you.

“you’re so stupid.” regulus whispered, bandaging your wounded chest. “how could you deny a proposition like that? are you mad? you could’ve spent a normal christmas with your boyfriend, and brother.” you knew he was furious, you saw it. his muscles stiff, jaw sharp as ice, and hands trembling as he finished changing your bandage.

“and leave you here? alone?” you knitted your eyebrows together as he sat next to you. “i don’t belong there. i wouldn’t be able to close my eyes at night, knowing that you’re here all alone. don’t like you wouldn’t refuse as well.” you were right, he wouldn’t.

“he’ll probably get mad, don’t you think?” your brother lift a brow, sending you a look, you wished you didn’t notice. you were about to reply, when something knocked on your window, and you were more than just shocked, when you saw your oldest brother, and james, both grinning widely. you, still in your bra that barely covered the bandages, tensed up, knowing how in trouble would you be, if your parents barged in.

then, sirius, who was already a legal wizard, casted a silecing spell, curing your uneasiness. “pack yourselves, lads. we found you a place to stay.” your brother smiled even wider, getting into the room. “still living together?” you shrugged, putting on the exact same sweatshirt as at the party, praying that your boyfriend hadn’t notice your… state.

“you’re ridiculous.” the youngest boy commented, laughter ringing in his tone, as he threw most of his clothes to the suitcase. “you said you wouldn’t leave without me, so you heard the old guy, we’re running away.”

unfortunately for you, james was perceptive, and almost immediately noticed the yellowish fabric wrapped around your belly, and chest. he was upset, but more than that — he felt guilty, for not forcing you to stay at his house, for not preventing you getting hurt. so when your twin left the room, your boyfriend’s mom prepared for the two of you, he began to talk.

“love, before you start assuming anything — are you fine? do you need anything? what did they do to you?” he let out in a hushed voice, kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his. “gosh, you worried me so much, i couldn’t stop thinking about you for a minute.”

“i am, just real tired.” you sighed, your eyes unable to look into his. “sorry for making you worry, but you should’ve known i wouldn’t leave regulus. i don’t feel like i deserve a normal christmas.”

“what?” he replied. “baby, you deserve more than that, and from now on, you’ll get everything you deserve and even more. i love you, and i will do anything to make sure you’re protected from anything bad.” james placed a kiss on your palm, and smiled. “now, lemme give you the present i got for you, mkay?”

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"and im going to keep on loving you"

@jegulus-microfic // day 31: lock // 465 words

very very lightly implied nsfw content? blink and you'll miss it

“Well love, this is it.” James says as he walks into their first house. Their house. Our house, James likes the sound of that. “Our house.”

Regulus walks through the front door taking in the beige walls and ugly couch and is already envisioning how to bring the space to life and make it not just a house, but a home. “Excitement isn't even the right word to describe what I’m feeling right now. I am so much more than just excited.”

“Me too Reg.” James looks around the house once again, really taking in the space that is theirs now. “It needs a bit of work, but I’m ready.”

Smiling, Regulus sits down on the crusty couch and orders some food for a little ‘celebratory night.’ “Nothing fancy, but I did manage to snag some champagne.” He says, holding up the bottle he stashed in his tote bag.

“Perfect.” James leans in to kiss Regulus, but Regulus pulls away.

“Not so fast love,” he wags his finger at James, “the food will be here in less than 20 minutes, and do you not remember what happened last time we got carried away when we ordered food?”

“But-”

“No buts.”

James nods, albeit a bit disappointed. “Well, at least I can kiss you wherever I want now. No more hiding in bedrooms because Sirius didn’t want to see us.” They both laugh, because they do remember the many nights that James and Regulus would kiss domestically in the kitchen or living room, and Sirius would audibly gag.

“And, we don’t have to lock our bedroom door at night either.” Regulus smirks.

“I like the way you think Reggie.”

Their food comes shortly after, and they pop open the bottle of champagne. Regulus gives James a green light, and James can’t take his hands off of Regulus. It feels a little gross doing it on the dirty couch, so they take it up to the bedroom, where they don’t lock the doors.

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Years and years and years later, people would talk about the couple who lived down the street, who were so clearly in love. People would watch the two men adopt a daughter, and foster more than one cat.

People would catch them dancing and kissing and laughing in the rain, and then reading and laying next to each other in the sun. And if you were inside, you could see them baking in the kitchen and having dance parties in their living room to old 70's and 80's music.

They would hear screams of joy when they had their friends over. They also hear the long phone calls at night when one of the two had to be away for work.

But whatever it was people saw and heard, they could feel the love.

well, this is it folks, the end of this little vingette series! i had a lot of fun growing thier realtionship, and kinda watching my verison of them come to life <3 until next time lovlies!!

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Prompt 22 - Contrast

@jegulus-microfic February 22 Word count 887

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James looked down at the battered frame of his best friend. His brother. They’d done all they could to help him, but magic can only do so much. The rest was up to Sirius, and he’d stopped trying.

The contrast between the vibrant, full-of-life man he knew Sirius to be and this sad, broken man was harrowing. Sirius was broken, and it wasn’t just externally. James hadn’t realised how hard it would be on Sirius not having Remus beside him.

James was lost. He didn’t know how to help Sirius. The only thing he could do was be there for him.

Regulus had asked for another meeting. He’d said it was vitally important that the Order knew what he’d discovered. James reluctantly left his friend’s side.

“I’ll be back later, okay? Is there anything you want me to tell Regulus?” Sirius just stared blankly at a spot somewhere behind James silently.

James left feeling his heart break further when Sirius curled into a tiny ball and pulled the blankets over himself.

He was escorted out of the safe house and instructed to apparate at least three times when he returned.

He arrived at the meeting point arranged by Mad-Eye. So he and Regulus could meet safely.

Regulus wasn’t there yet, so James settled in to wait. The door opened, and a disillusioned man walked in. James watched as the slight shimmery form became corporal, leaving Regulus standing before him. He opened his arms and folded them around Regulus, and they both exhaled, finding relief in being close to one another.

“I don’t have long,” Regulus sniffed. “He’s called a meeting this morning that I’m expected to attend.” James held him a little tighter. “How’s Sirius?” Regulus asked. He sounded small. James had to swallow the lump in his throat before he could speak.

“He’s— He’s not good. Having Remus taken, he’s not himself. They’ve healed what they can after the attack, and he’s not in any danger from his injuries, but he’s quiet.” One word never used to describe Sirius Black was quiet. Regulus tensed his jaw when James said it.

“Did you talk to Dumbledore about Evan and Barty?” Regulus asked, changing the subject to something he hoped was easier to deal with.

“I did. He said if they can prove themselves to be useful and bring valuable information, he would vouch for them at their trials.” Regulus pulled away.

“That’s it? That’s all he’s offering? That’s not good enough, they need immunity.” Regulus was shaking his head and started pacing.

“We need something good. Something I can use to help persuade Dumbledore to do that.” James told him, trying to calm his stressful movements. Regulus’s head snapped up, and he stared at James.

“We found something. Something big. Something crucial to winning the war.” Regulus paused as he took out the familiar notebook from his robes. He moved his hand over it and revealed the neat, fluid notes hidden within. “We, that is Evan, Barty and myself. We believe that he’s created Horcruxes.” James felt a chill run through him. If what Regulus was saying was true. Then, the war had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Regulus made copies of all his notes and handed them to James. “Please, can you make sure that Dumbledore knows it was Evan and Barty who helped me discover this?” James nodded.

“Yes, of course.” Regulus wandered back into James’s arms, and they spent a few minutes just standing there.

“Reg, do you think you could call with the mirror tonight after your meeting?”

“Yeah, probably. Why?” Regulus kept his face buried in James’s chest.

“I think that might be the way to let you see Sirius. They’ll never let you in in person, but I can get the mirror past them. I did it earlier.” He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before. He’d been so worried about Sirius and Remus that it had slipped his mind.

“Yes. I’ll call you. I don’t know what the meeting is about or how long it will go on. But once I’m alone, I’ll call.

Reluctantly, they parted, leaving with a longing kiss. One day soon, James thought, he won’t have to keep saying goodbye like this to Regulus. He just hoped it was still a possibility and that he was wrong about the Horcruxes.

It was just after eleven when James’s mirror warmed, and he quickly snapped it open.

“Hi,” He said, feeling the instant relief at seeing Regulus’s face.

“Hi,” Regulus smiled back. “Sorry, it’s so late. He started this whole speech, and it went on for a while.” Regulus rolled his eyes. James smiled fondly, then moved the mirror until it was in front of Sirius. He heard the gasp from Regulus as he took in the sight of his brother.

Sirius didn’t respond to seeing Regulus. He just continued to stare blankly into space. “Sirius,” Regulus whispered. “I saw Remus.” Sirius blinked, then blinked again as fat tears began to pour from his eyes.

“Is he okay?” He asked, his voice croaky from lack of use. His eyes flicked to Regulus’s.

“Yeah—Yeah, he’s okay. I’m looking out for him.”

“Thank you.” Sirius choked out past his tears. James had to look up at the ceiling as his eyes prickled. Sirius would be okay.

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.

Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.

Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k. ☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)

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Can’t the dark side light my way?

Another morning was waking up to an empty bed.

Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house.

Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other.

“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.

“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning.

Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless.

“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe.

“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper.

You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with.

Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.

To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.

But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly.

Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms.

“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.

“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips.

“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.

“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.

“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”

“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”

“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.

The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”

It seemed too, genuine.

You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all.

“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”

Everything will get better.

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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”

“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.”

He was right. There was no us.

Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.

“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?

Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?

He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you.

Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.

Dreams. Memories. Nightmares.

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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked.

For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of.

And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life.

Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart.

How did this fit in your story?

Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer.

Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop.

"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death.

His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.

“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”

“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.

“Because I knew no one would stop me.”

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?

“Even if I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Pity. It was pity.

“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”

“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”

Until now.

“Until now?”

Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had.

War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black.

You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.

“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.

“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown.

“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.”

“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you.

“Ironic? How so?”

“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”

That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage.

Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words.

“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem.

You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."

That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you.

The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library.

"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.

"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."

"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter.

"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"

"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."

You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."

A werewolf.

"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”

“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed.

It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.

A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem.

“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”

“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”

What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail.

If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?

It was hard, extremely hard.

It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide.

Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence.

"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours.

It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...

It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.

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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance.

It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds.

The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently.

Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice.

Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant!

You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky.

A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.

There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars.

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”

Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:

Death.

Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to.

Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant.

The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.

You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress.

Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was.

Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed.

A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull.

His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again.

Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.

«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed.

A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.

Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James.

The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done.

Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over.

Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was.

Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry.

You were too tired to run away.

“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude.

“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding.

“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”

“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.

“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”

“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”

You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.

“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!”

“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”

“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”

James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.

“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”

“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.

“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere.

“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”

James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.

In the end, it was always, only you.

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