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soundcrusher · 1 year

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Birds of a Feather AU Part 2

I don't know what hit me, but here's a second part!

This time, we get to see how Fools Shot and Second Fiddle are in this Au.

(Part 1)

Phoenix/Snow = Sg!Phoenix Phoenix/Red = Reg!Phoenix

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Snow was just studying in his room, reading up on some notes he took during one of the lessons Fools Shot gave them, as he heard a shout from outside their room and a drop. “Looks like Red’s trap got another one…” Muttered the youngling, before storing his data-pad in his subspace and getting up from the berth. Walking over to the door and typing in the small code Red made him remember to deactivate the other small booby-traps his brother has laid out.

Looking at it, his brother would probably be great at anything, if he would be behind it just like he was behind his pranks and small traps. Either way, Snow opened the door and took a peek outside. Finding none of the usual crew members who would bang against their door at a time like this. No, standing in front of him, covered in some not bad smelling slime his brother made out of materials from the science lab, was Fools Shot. And Snow was quick to squeak out an apology, before darting back into the room and getting a rag for their captain. Which the old mech took with a chuckle.

“There’s not really a need for an apology, now is there? I told you two already, I don’t mind Red’s pranks. I would just like a heads-up first.” Said the captain with a soft smile, as he handed back the rag. It didn’t really help, there was still some slime sticking to his frame, but he still appreciated the gesture. Both of the Phoenixes were considerate in their own rights, but that wasn’t the reason why he came to their room. No, and Snow could see in his captain’s face that the reason for his visit was serious.

So, he stepped out of the room without a word, locking the door behind him, before following his captain down the halls. Clutching the older mech’s servo on his trembling ones, as he saw the stares of some of the passing crew members. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Fools Shot and only made him walk faster to get Snow out of the halls and into his office quicker. And as soon as they were there, Fools Shot pushed the youngling in. Motioning to one of the chairs in front of his desk, before moving behind his desk and sitting down. Servos folded together on top of the surface, while regarding one of his youngest crew members with a smile. “Please, sit. There’s quite a few things I want to talk about.”

“And it doesn’t feel like it involves my studies…” Said Snow, as he sat down in one of the chairs. Curling up on it, by pulling his legs up and hugging them. And considering the chair was made to fit cybertronians bigger than a young flier, it was quite easy to do so. “… If it’s about me borrowing ingredients from the kitchen again, I’m sorry… B-but I left some energon treats as an exchange!”

Fools Shot was quick to raise his servos in a calming gesture. “Snow, it’s not that I want to talk about. It’s something else.”

“I-Is it about the stink bombs in Second Fiddle’s room? I t-told Red that it was a bad idea… He didn’t listen…” Snow muttered, before curling up even more. Hiding his face in his arms out of fear of what Fools Shot would do, or say. But to his surprise, the old mech only laughed. Causing Snow to raise his head in surprise.

“I was wondering why Second Fiddle was smelling like a… what’s the human word… wet dog? I think that’s the right one.” He said with a chuckle. “He was quite mad, I must admit, and it would be best if you two made a big bow around him, but I’m not going to punish you or your brother for a harmless prank. Primus knows I have done worse when I still was at the academy, even as a teacher.”

Hearing that made Snow visibly relax again. For a second, he thought that Fools Shot would hand them over to Second Fiddle for a punishment, or tell the second in command about who planted the stink bombs and who didn’t stop it happening. But the youngling was quick to tense back up again, after sensing that their conversation wasn’t over yet. “I sense a ‘But’ there… c-captain…”

There was a flicker of something, Snow could see it in the old mech’s face, but what exactly it was, he couldn’t tell. Fools Shot might be a lot more open than most of the crew, but he could also be hard to read sometimes. Especially now, with the captain sporting his more serious look again and watching him out of intense blue eyes that reminded Snow of one of the wild cyber-tigers he’s seen in a documentary once. It was enough for the youngling to make him curl up and hide again. Even as the intense stare ended and was replaced by one of concern.

“Snow… I noticed that you haven’t been to the medical bay for quite some time. Misdeed hasn’t said anything, he’s probably too busy, but Fix It noticed it. He was the one who brought it up to me, and it got me worried.” Fools Shot stood up after he didn’t get an answer from Snow and walked around the table. Kneeling down in front of the cowering youngling to have a better look, but to also appear less threatening. Should Snow feel trapped. “When we talked about tasks for you and your brother to do, you asked to help out in the medical bay. I still remember your bright smile during your first week, but it has changed, hasn’t it?”

Fools Shot waited for an answer from Snow, but nothing came from the young flier. At least, no verbal answer. So, the old mech changed his tactic, telling Snow that he could simply hold up one digit for ‘Yes’ and two for ‘No’, and that seemed to do the trick, because the youngling held up one digit. “I knew it, something has changed, but you don’t want to talk about it.”

One digit.

“Is it because of Misdeed?”

One digit.

“Has he hurt you?”

This time, Snow was hesitant, Fools Shot could see it in the way his servos tensed up, but as soon as he saw only one digit, his blood started to boil. How didn’t he notice it sooner? What kind of captain doesn’t notice that one of his crew was hurting because of another? “Do you want me to do something about it?”

Two digits.

“Snow… that question was unfair, because I WILL have to do something about Misdeed. He hurt you. And, yes, I know that most of the crew is rough, and you don’t have it easy with… well… your looks. And some have bad memories regarding the mech you and your brother share a likeness to, but that’s still no excuse to hurt you.” Fools Shot’s voice was soft, despite the burning anger in his spark. “Snow… are you scared of Misdeed?”

No answer.

“You know that no answer is an answer, right?” Quipped Fools Shot in an attempt to lift the mood, while he softly moved Snow’s arms away from his face. And his spark broke as he saw the youngling’s tear stricken face together with those sad optics that told more than words could. “Snow… I failed you as a captain and as a teacher, haven’t I?” He asked, before wiping away the tears. “But I won’t fail you now… do you believe me?”

One digit, and Fools Shot stopped asking after the last question. Instead, he returned to his desk and pulled out a data-pad, before explaining that Old Man had requested another pair of servos to help him down in the engine room. And considering the latest discoveries, he thought it would be best if Snow went to help Old Man. “I know, you hardly have any idea what to do, but we both know how much of a fast learner you are. You and your brother together. Also, working together with Old Man would mean that you get to spend more time with your brother. How does that sound?” It went unsaid that Fools Shot and Old Man planned this to make sure Snow wouldn’t be put in any danger. Fix It made it clear that something was going on in the medical bay. Something that no-one seemed to want to talk about, and while Fix It went after that, it was Fools Shot’s duty to keep the two young fliers safe.

Although, before Snow could answer, Second Fiddle entered the office with a smile and an energon cube. Greeting his co-captain and handing him the glass cube, before turning towards Snow. “Ah, just the mech I was looking for. You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed Snow for a while, would you? There are some things we have to discuss, alone.”

Fools Shot looked from Sow to Second Fiddle and back. There were still some things he had to discuss with the youngling, and he was going to say so, but the beast former beat him to it. Grabbing Snow by the arm and pulling the youngling out of the chair and after him.

And Fools Shot found himself calling Fix It. Asking the speedster to keep an optic on his second in command, because something was definitely going on.

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Meanwhile, Second Fiddle was dragging the youngling towards ‘his’ office. Which wasn’t his official office given by Fools Shot, but rather a room he used for planning their hunts. It was the furthest away and easily overlooked if you didn’t know what to look for.

So, the room was ideal if you needed a secret conversation with a youngling who kept on messing up your perfect plans. And the second they were inside, Second Fiddle roughly shoved Snow to the ground. Fixating the youngling with a look that screamed ‘Move, and you’ll regret it’, and together with him opening his wings and spreading them out to their full length, it was enough to send Snow hurdling off towards the closest corner in fear.

“What did you tell him?” Second Fiddle’s voice was sickly sweet, as he slowly stalked closer to the cowering youngling. Watching him flinch away and try his best to disappear into the corner, but there was no escape. Both of them knew it, and with the birdformer blocking off any way of escape, there wasn’t even a chance for Snow to run and hide. Not that Second Fiddle would have let him run. He never let him run.

And he wouldn’t let him run, until he got an answer to his question.

“What did you tell him, Phoenix? Don’t make me angry. You know what happens when I get angry.” Chirped the co-captain, as he crouched down in front of Snow. Using his large wings to obscure the already scarce light and trapping the youngling in darkness. With the only source of light being the birdformer’s eerily golden optics.

“Phoenix!”

“I TOLD HIM NOTHING!” Screeched the youngling over and over, before his cries turned into pitiful sobs. “Nothing! I swear on Primus! I told him nothing! He just asked! He asked, and I said yes or no! I didn’t say anything!” But that wasn’t enough for Second Fiddle. Snow knew it. No matter what he said, it was never enough for the co-captain, nor was it enough for everyone else who helped with the hunts. They always wanted more, but never believed him when there wasn’t more to tell. And the silence that followed his outburst made Snow even more scared of what the mech in front of him would do. Especially with how silent the whole room has become, minus his own sobs and whimpers.

However, if there was one thing everybody knew about Second Fiddle, it’s that the co-captain never left out an opportunity to look down upon those he deemed beneath him, and or a chance to put someone in their place. Which means Snow, suddenly, found himself face to face with his tormentor. With the birdformer’s claws digging into his cheeks, as Second Fiddle made sure he couldn’t look at anything else except his face.

“Do you really think I believe you? You can swear on Primus as much as I care, maybe even pray to him, but we both know that he would never help a stupid youngling who’s only lying to his superiors.” Said the co-captain, before finally letting go of Snow and stepping away. Folding his wings back, as he circled the round table they use for their hunting plans and sitting down as soon as he was by his chair. “But for once I’ll believe your words. Don’t think though I won’t be able to find out if you lied to me, little bird. Differently from Fools Shot, I KNOW what’s happening on this ship.” With that said, Second Fiddle grabbed a nearby data-pad and went over their latest plans on capturing a rather hard to catch Autobot.

Snow took that as his cue to leave, and after finding his footing and forcing his legs to stop quivering, he bolted out of the room. Past the mechs and femmes who were already filing into the room and back towards a safer space. But, knowing Second Fiddle, Snow took a turn and didn’t run towards his and his brother’s room, but rather towards the engine room. Knowing full well that he would be safer with Old Man and his brother, than on his own.

And as he made it there, bursting through the doors and scaring Old Man and Red from his sudden appearance, Snow felt another fresh wave of tears well up in his optics.

“C-can I st-tay…. stay with y-you wo?”

#transformers #transformers ocs #birds of a feather au #birds of a feather #sg/phoenix #reg/phoenix #reg/fools shot #second fiddle

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sommerregenjuniluft · 22 days

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the jirgin chronicals — aka tumblr user sommerregenjuniluft’s take on how it all started

for @veryinnovative & @messymoony

cw: making out, dirty talk, erections (1296 words)

Their lips part with a wet noise when they’re startled by the banging on the door, Evan’s voice droning through the wood, “Seven minutes are up, lovebirds.”

Regulus tuts, sneering over his shoulder at the interrupting, lips kiss bitten and face flushed and it makes James go even weaker in the knees paired with that annoyed look on his face.

The whimper winds itself out of his throat on its own volition and James feels Regulus smile into the next kiss. A mere five minutes ago he’d started praising James about making such pretty noises and James has been hard in his jeans ever since.

More knocking and James eases Regulus back by the jaw gently, chuckling breathlessly, “I think they want us to rejoin the party.”

Regulus clenches his fingers in James’ hair, displeased, and James’ knees attempt to buckle, “Wanna get rid of me so soon, Potter? What, am I not up to your standards?”

“No,” James’ voice cracks in his rush to reply. “No no, been wanting this forever,” he murmurs heatedly before reeling Regulus back in.

But Regulus only indulges him for a moment, tongues tangling, but apparently not done with his arguments yet, “Wouldn’t want to deprive the crowd of their star then, huh?”

And he’s pouting now, face twisted into a frown, never missing an opportunity to remind James that he’s after all their uni’s popular star athlete, that there’s miles of differences between the two of them.

Now it’s James’ turn to tut. “Regulus,” his tone stern, “I meant what I said. I really want this and you make me nervous, ok? I don’t want to rush things because it’s important to me. You are important to me.”

The younger man blinks up at James with eyes wide as saucers, expression slack, before he blinks violently, “Shut up.” He’s back on James before he’s even done speaking, gasping into his open mouth and groaning happily when their midriffs press together more tightly as James belts his arm around Regulus’ back.

After a while Regulus pulls back, smirking and wiping at the spit caught in the corner of James’ mouth. Christ.

“Is that why you acted like a fool last weekend when I came to that bonfire with Barty?”

“He cheated at that arm wrestling competition, right in front of you! And also—”

“Okay, James,” Regulus interrupts him, immediately shutting him up by the use of his first name. The look he blinks up at James through his lashes is equal parts careful curiosity and unbridled desire and James’ heart beats faster on the receiving end of it. Regulus clears his throat, “Ready to go?”

James quickly scans his own body, shuffling his feet to righten himself in his briefs.

“Oh?,” Regulus makes and James does decidedly not appreciate the drop of his voice when he’d just gotten his predicament back under control, “That how nervous I make you, hm?”

“Reg, love,” James admonishes, voice strained, letting his head loll back. “I thought you wanted to head back?”

Regulus hums, “It’s just so easy to rile you up—it’s kind of doing things to me.”

James immediately swells in his briefs again. Someone bangs at the door again. He groans, “You know I can’t go like this.”

“Guess you’ll have to conceal your lap with something,” Regulus purrs, turning the lock.

Before he can make it far, James snatches him around the hips with a little growl, pressing Regulus’ ass in front of his crotch to cover the visible bulge as they walk awkwardly over the threshold. James doesn’t have to see Regulus’ face to know he’s preening.

They plop down on James’ previous seat on the couch, Regulus dutifully propping his long legs into James’ lap. There’s a bit of heckling and needling at them staying in the closet for longer than necessary but it dies down quickly when the game continues.

Shots get handed out, Barty has to perform a card trick on Emmeline—which he fumbles, much to James’ delight—Dorcas gets her ass grabbed by three different people blindly which she then has to associate to their respective culprits, Lily performs a heated lap dance to some girl James thinks is named Amelia and then they’re back at Regulus.

“Careful, Meadowes,” he warns.

Dorcas hums innocently, giggling tipsily into Evan’s shoulder, and then, “I dare you to talk dirty to James for the remainder of the round. And convincingly! I know you have it in you, Regs.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, sighing like it’s the greatest inconvenience in the world but James notices the barely there uptick in the corner of his mouth. The younger man scoots closer, stuffs a pillow under his bottom so that he can comfortably wrap one arm around James’ neck and pull him close.

“Hi there again,” he says, grinning warmly up at Regulus. His head thumps pleasantly into the back of the couch and James thinks there’s some kind of witchcraft in the way that Regulus looks impossibly handsome from that angle too, smiling down at James.

“Hi, James,” he purrs quietly and uh-oh.

Uh-oh, because Regulus hasn’t even started yet and James is already squirming.

James winces, “You won’t go too hard on me, will you?”

Regulus’ grin turns razor edge sharp, “No, but you might.”

Oh god.

The next minutes are absolute torture for James. Regulus is murmuring about how easy he is, taunting him about the erection in his jeans right under Regulus’ thigh, telling him how thick and warm he feels, admitting how Regulus catches himself wondering about how it’ll feel elsewhere. You’re big, James, aren’t you? I can feel it—makes me want to have you all the way on the back of my tongue.

James nearly leaps out of his seat at the last comment, gripping at Regulus’ leg over his knee tightly, fingers clenching and unclenching, a strained smile on his face.

“Oh, baby,” Regulus coos and James has to swallow a whimper, “So responsive for me. You’d bend right over if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

Deep breath in, hold one…two…three…four, deep breath out. James’ sole focus is the spot on the wallpaper across from him.

Regulus hums calculatingly and then he starts carding nimble fingers through the mess of James’ dark hair, making him shudder through a shiver. “Look at me.”

Deep breath in—

Something wet, hot touching the lobe of his ear, suckling gently and James wheezes sharply.

“C’mon, James, don’t be difficult,” Regulus whispers heatedly.

With a gulp, James turns his head. He’s sweating, he realizes. Palm clammy where he’s absently kneading Regulus’ thigh as well as fisting the cushions.

Regulus is staring back at him from under lidded eyes and James manages a wobbly smile.

“Are you going to tap out?” Regulus rasps. His other hand is now fiddling with the thin golden chain around his neck. Paired with the slight recurring tug at the roots of his hair, it’s horribly distracting.

“What?” James blurts. His mind is nothing but soft static. Nothing matters but the warm weight of Regulus on top of him.

Regulus coos again and, much to James embarrassment, it goes right to his cock once more, “Poor, pitiful, pathetic man.”

James has to trap a strangled noise behind his teeth, “Reg, I’m– my head’s getting dizzy.”

A thumb at James’ bottom lip, “Overwhelmed, are we?”

He grunts in response, managing to nod once.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Regulus asks, putting more pressure behind the digit, letting the tip slip right in.

“Wanna kiss you,” James mumbles deliriously around his thumb.

“Not here,” Regulus reprimands softly.

Regulus makes up some bullshit excuse to see James’ room and James blinks dumbly and concentrates on not letting his knees buckle when they start making their way upstairs.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Everything you write is so stickin good!!! I hope you’re doing wonderful! How are you liking season 2 so far?!? I’m absolutely in LOVE with it!

If I could possibly make a request? No pressure and I totally understand if you can’t! Could I request readers first time in the communal showers on Kamino and the batch plus Rex and Cody being surprised that reader actually is using the communal shower instead of waiting like the other females do and maybe them enjoying the view. 😏 I skimmed your list and didn’t see this there but if it is then I’m sorry for bugging you!! Lots of love and hugs to you!!!

Gosh, I could do a lot with this idea. But what am I going with? A One-Shot with all of them? Separate HCs? Should I stay suggestive? Strongly suggestive? Smut? Several One-Shots?

You know what, I'll go with a One-Shot first with all of them, making it just a bit suggestive and a little awkward 😋 I keep all the other ideas for this scenario for another time. I'll make some notes because this has a lot of potential in my opinion.

Now let's see....

The Bad Batch /Rex /Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Communal Showers

Warning: Slightly Suggestive

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You've had a long, tiring day. You're still at the training center and spending the night in the barracks tonight. There are not many female soldiers working with the clones, so the sanitary facilities on site are not yet adapted. Normally you shower in a more or less nearby hotel, paid for by the Republic, but today you long to take a quick shower and get to bed quickly.

It is quiet in the corridors, most units are on duty, many of them off world. You grab your things and hastily slip into the clones' public showers, at the moment they are completely empty and the stalls all unused. There is a smell of water, soap and disinfectant. You hastily jump into one of the back stalls, the stalls are all open and only about shoulder-high, so should anyone come by you can't really hide, but you don't expect to be surprised.

However, the warm water relaxes your muscles, and you forget about time, dawdling a bit, enjoying the warmth of the water and taking your time washing. You have just soaped up your hair when you hear the door and then several voices. Startled, you stop in mid-motion, your hands on your head, some shampoo running down your face and into your right eye, you blink, suppressing a curse.

The voices come closer and with your left eye you immediately see a whole group of men, two regs and the guys from the Bad Batch. The booths are open and face each other, you couldn't understand the sense of this construction, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

Directly in the booth across from you one of the regs starts to shower, Cody, if everything didn't fool you. To your left is the one they call Tech, to your right Crosshair, the rest of the squad showers in the opposite row, but still close enough to get a good look if they spot you.

Cody is undressing, and you can't help but watch, still frozen in your stance with the burning shampoo in your right eye. You have to hand it to the clones, they are damn well-built, you think silently in admiration. Hard muscles stand out under tanned skin. Then Cody turns, for a millisecond your eyes fall on his crotch, then your eyes meet.

Cody looks at you uncomprehendingly, his gaze traveling down your body as slowly his brows go up.

"Are you lost?"

"What?" asks Rex next to him, who turns and now also looks in your direction and pauses, "…oh"

The blonde clone blinks several times and can't help but eye you curiously for a moment, but he finally turns around a bit embarrassed and mumbles to Cody, "Stop staring"

Cody blinked, cleared his throat and turned around as well and said, "Well, you can't blame me, the sight in here is new and not to be sneezed at. Pretty sure she's staring at my ass right now too".

Caught with your cheeks getting warmer, you tear your gaze away from Cody's gorgeous buttocks.

To your left, you hear Tech say softly, "Well, that's new."

Carefully, you turn your head a little and see him adjust his goggles and wipe the lenses with two fingers. When your eyes meet, and he realizes you've caught him staring, he hastily turns away, cheeks flushing.

Heart pounding, you quickly wash out your hair and rinse the shampoo from your eye.

"What's so interesting with you guys… woah"

You tear your eyes open to see Hunter standing in front of you, you stare at each other dumbly for a moment before he hastily covers his manhood with both hands and quickly walks back into his cubicle, his head flushed, accompanied by the laughter of most of his brothers.

Wrecker, who can easily see over all the booths, waves shyly at you with reddened cheeks, scratches the back of his head nervously and looks questioningly at his brothers before hastily turning away.

You feel that your face is all hot, your whole body is glowing with shame. Nervousness tickles under your skin, if the guys were nasty they could take advantage of the situation and jump you, but to your relief none of them tries it, on the contrary, most of them finally politely look away. Except for one.

Crosshair stares at you, standing motionless in his booth for quite a while, before he finally starts to wash up as well, but he doesn't avert his gaze. You have to admit, this one in the group does make you a little nervous.

You hurriedly wash off the soap, turn off the water, and hastily wrap yourself in your towel. To your annoyance, you realize that you have taken a smaller one than planned, and the fabric only barely covered your most intimate parts. With a hot face, you hurriedly walk past the cabins with the showering clones. You feel that their eyes follow you. As you pass Crosshair, you hear him say teasingly, "Hope to see you here again soon".

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rosestarkillers-blog · 10 days

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"Dreamer's Tale"

Moonwater one-shot, 640 words, angst

“Have you ever been in love?” The question jolts Regulus back into awareness, looking up from his book to frown at Remus. For the past few hours, they had been studying together next to the Black Lake in peaceful silence; well, they had been, until Remus decided to interrupt it with his nonsense.

“Of course I haven’t, I’m only fifteen.” Remus shoots him a disbelieving look, to which Regulus merely raises an eyebrow in return. “Are you telling me that you have been? Love is a fool’s errand, it’s completely unattainable and only leads to heartache. It may be romantic in theory, but that’s simply unrealistic, all of the stories on it are merely a dreamer’s tale. Anyway, who have you found yourself ‘in love’ with? One of the Gryffindor girls, I assume?”

“Nope,” Remus says, the corner of his lips twitching up like they always do when he’s trying not to laugh.

“Tsk, don’t laugh, it was the most obvious guess. Well then, if it isn’t one of the Gryffindors, is it a Ravenclaw? They would certainly match your intelligence, though I was not aware that you were all that familiar with one.” Irritation bubbles up inside him at that, and he runs his hands through the nearby grass, lightly tugging the blades up out of the dirt.

“Reg,” comes the soft response, that he steadfastly ignores, continuing to sulk at the knowledge that Remus had someone he was so close to that he fell in love with them, and Regulus isn’t even aware of their existence. “C’mon, look at me, please?”

Sighing, Regulus lifts his head, returning the piercing stare directed at him. They both sit in silence, as Remus attempts to find something in Regulus’ eyes (what a fool, he would never dare reveal his thoughts so openly like that). The older teen leans forward, and a hand lands atop his own, putting a stop to his destruction of the innocent grass. Regulus freezes, not daring to breathe at how gentle the touch was. While they have brushed against each other before, they usually avoid touch due to Regulus’ distaste of it. For some reason that Regulus can’t comprehend, he has always craved it from Remus, despite that, but was too afraid to reach out first, in case it revealed how weak he was for the other.

“Reg, it’s not one of the Ravenclaws either,” comes the gentle response. Confusion builds up inside his chest, and he squints in disbelief.

“Is this a trick? Are you going to say it’s some character from a novel, or something dumb like that? I’ve never even seen you speak to a Hufflepuff, it can’t be one of them. You would rather be caught dead than talking to a Slytherin, unless it’s one of my friends- wait, oh Salazar, please tell me you’re not in love with Barty. I would actually have to drown myself if that was the case, he would be insufferable about it.” The gentle chuckle he gets almost makes the mental scar of picturing his two best friends together worth it.

“No, I’m not in love with Barty, but he is a Slytherin.”

Icy water floods his veins at the admission. He thought Barty was the worst possible option, but he was so unbearably wrong. Evan would maybe be an okay possibility, even if just the idea of it splinters his heart into a million pieces. The other options though… Remus has to be lying to him, there’s no way he would ever even be friends with the other Slytherins, being in love with one of them is simply impossible. Abruptly, Regulus gathers up his books and stands up, not daring to look at Remus’ face. He heads back to the castle without a glance back, completely missing the way Remus falls apart where he left him.

#i am so tempted to turn this into a full-length fic #there's no way i would finish it though #also poor remus got his heart broken because he thought regulus rejected him #while regulus just left before he started crying cuz he thinks remus likes one of the other slytherins more than him #fanfic #marauders #moonwater #remus lupin #regulus black #angst

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kittykatkatelol2 · 10 months

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"The Letter" Jegulus Oneshot

prompt by @jegulus-microfic (prompt: letter)

James couldn't believe it.

'Oh god how I could have been so stupid???'

To have left the damned letter somewhere Regulus could find-

Gods he felt dumb.

James watched as Regulus read through the letter; oh how he wanted to crawl in a hole and never show his face ever again.

He felt sick to his stomach, watching Regulus read his love confession, that he thought he threw out.

'stupid stupid stupid gods how am I so dumb??'

* * *

'James Potter.. no way, no fucking way that boy loves me. No fucking way. This is one of their bullshit pranks so I can make a fucking fool of myself. No way in fucking hell could James fucking Potter love me.'

Regulus thought to himself, his face remaining blank as he continued to read through James's letter.

Regulus's disbelief continued to grow and grow, as he read.

He was convinced this was some sick joke.

That this was a prank of the sorts.

Something, anything, it just couldn't be real.. could it?

Regulus refused to get his hopes up.

He was not letting James fucking Potter of all people have that kind of hold on him.

* * *

'OH MY GODS WHAT IS THIS MAN THINKING??? DOES HE LOVE ME?? DOES HE HATE ME?? HOW DOES HE HIDE THIS SO WELL- OH FUCK HE'S WALKING OVER I'M SO SCREWED-'

"Oh heyyy Regulus- Um what's up-"

"What the fuck is this, Potter," Regulus spat at James, like his last name was some sort of curse; putting the letter in front of James's face.

'Shiittt-'

"I um-"

"Is this real, Potter? Or are you just fucking with me. Answer fucking truthfully." Regulus snapped at James, he was not having any games be played.

If it was a prank, Regulus would not be laughed at.

If it was real, Regulus- well, Regulus didn't want to think about what would happen if this was indeed real.

"I uh-"

"I am waiting, Potter."

James gulped, it was now or never.

"It was um.. it was real..." James mumbled, his eyes on the floor as he cheeks turned a light pink colour.

Regulus stood there, silently, trying to process what James had said.

"You.. you like me, Potter? In like a nonplatonic way?" Regulus asked hesitantly, his eyes fixed on James.

"...yeah."

Regulus was, for the first time in his life, speechless.

Regulus clears his throat, before speaking.

"I um.. okay," was all Regulus could say.

James felt his heart break.

Regulus didn't feel the same way..

"Well, um, I will see you around, Potter."

Regulus turned and left quickly.

James felt like crying.

Regulus, too, felt like crying.

James looked down in the letter in his hands, willing himself not to start crying at the dinner table.

Then he saw the writing change.

From a love confession in James's handwriting, to something else in Regulus's.

'Meet me underneath the Quidditch bleachers, tonight, eleven pm. We need to talk.'

. . .

It was eleven at night, as James walked to underneath the bleachers at the Quidditch stadium.

"Gods there you are, I was freezing my ass off waiting for you."

James nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound of Regulus's voice filling the otherwise silent night air.

"R-Regulus?"

"Yes, idiot. We need to talk."

James visibly gulped.

"A-about..?"

"Us."

James's eyebrows rose at that.

'Us? what does he mean "Us"??'

"I feel the same way, Potter. I.. I just don't like showing bullshit like love. Its complicated. But I assure you, once you know me, you won't love me."

Regulus pauses before continuing.

"But I am willing to give, um, us, a shot.. if you are."

James's mouth falls open.

He was not expecting this.

"I um, yeah, I'd love to give us a shot.. I- I didn't know you felt that way, Reg.."

Regulus shrugs.

"Hiding is what I do best. I'd be surprised if anyone guessed I ever liked you in any way other than 'obnoxious Gryffindor that hangs out with my brother'."

They both just kinda stand in silence, before Regulus walks over to James.

"May I?" Regulus asks, tilting his head up to properly face James; they were inches apart.

James nods and leans down before kissing Regulus.

"I have been wanting to do that for so fucking long."

Regulus mumbles as they pull apart after a minute or so.

"Me too."

The two stand in silence again.

"So what does this make us?"

"Complicated. I'm not ready for anything other than complicated."

James nods, he was perfectly fine with 'complicated', as long as he got to be with Regulus.

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#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #james x regulus #regulus x james #james loves regulus #james potter #regulus black

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 13

chapter 31:

1. why are they still letting regulus drive 😭😭

2. is reg just kissing james in front of all his favorite art pieces in the louvre??? like??? james is left breathless every time.. i love them

3. james says he’s gonna marry reg one day!!! i’m so excited to read the proposal that’s gonna happen in the last chapter!! (let me be delusional plssss)

4. …. is this gonna be a dorlene proposal in paris? wait!! i have such high hopes. this isn’t me being delusional, this is me actually making a guess. god i hope it’s a proposal

5. SHIT I WAS RIGHT RED ALERT RED FUCKING ALERT ITS GONNA BE A PROPOSAL!!! MARLENE IS GONNA PROPOSE TO DORCAS FUCK YEAH

6. SHE SAID YES!! DORCAS SAID YES!!!!!

7. nobody told james it was happening until moments before cause they knew he would be crying tears of happiness 😭😭😭😭 he’s such a fool i love him so much

8. sirius loves photography and regulus remembers!! sirius is surprised reg remembers, but he does!!

9. france is bad for sirius, with so many bad memories, but together him and reg are gonna paint better ones <333333

chapter 32:

1. the black brothers are fixing their bond <333

2. i don’t like that tom riddle is back. i’m very suspicious. watch him be the one to kill reg

3. god, sirius is gonna meet up with the family of those who shot him. i’m so worried this isn’t gonna end well

4. sirius just invited james and reg over to their flat they get once the heist is over. i’m sobbing

5. i love how peter is talking about how it feels to be on the outside of knowing it all, and now everyone paired off except him

6. the more and more they make plans for the future, the more worried i get. cause i know that’s gonna break me

7. god i hate lestrange

8. thank god they got out of the second exchange with no wounds

chapter 33:

1. wolfstar ✨🌙 that’s the bullet point

2. DORCAS AND MARLENE ARE STRAIGHT UP JUST HAVING THE WEDDING???? RIGHT NOW??? TOMORROW NIGHT??

3. “There was no wedding registry, but both Sirius and Remus were under the impression that a good espresso machine was the foundation for a good marriage, and therefore was necessary.” god both of them are so sleep deprived

4. “Sorry. Have you seen Dorcas? You are the hottest person I’ve ever seen Sirius but both of us combined couldn’t upstage her on her worst day. Besides, Marlene would probably sneak in here and shave each of our eyebrows off just to make sure of it.” remus is absolutely correct on all accounts

5. ““Evan looks good all the time,” Barty frowned and Remus and Sirius shared a knowing glance.” 👀 👀 remus and sirius know what’s up

6. james did an apology blow job 😭😭

7. reg speaks italian and everyone including sirius is pissed off at his skill. and barty can speak it too

8. james is gonna get a blow job at the dorlene wedding. and i just. y’all. it’s like twelve people big. they’re gonna notice you’re not there

9. sirius caught them afterwards 😳😳

10. barty and evan are staying true to character by buying dorlene a whole bunch of sex gifts 😭😭 i love them

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 2 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!

I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb

I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x03

this entire planet looks like it's made of spice

nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude

Tawni Ames 👑 shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza 💕

CORUSCANT !!!

CROSSHAIR 🥺🥲😭💕❤ I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago 🤫)

another Kallus parallel 👀

regs will always hate tbb lololol

Rampart 🔫😁(me, I hate his guts)

32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- 😫

the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists

the memorial wall 🥲 (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)

a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??

he called him by his name !!!

CODY CODY CODY CODY 💕💕💕💕👑👑👑👑

Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi 😭

the only two without their helmets on !!!

FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW 👀

"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro 💀

"Dooku was right in the end" real

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" 👀

"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it 🙃 anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk

the droid high five lmaooo

clever boys 👑

Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy 👌

"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention 🥲💕

Cody trusting Crosshair 🥰 "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please 🥺

my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!

I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe

Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump 😂 I mean he did but still

Cody complimenting Crosshair 💕

WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR

droidekas !!!

Wyler r.i.p my love 💔

There is just something about clones vs droids ya know

Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it 👌

Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away 😭😭😭😭

r.i.p Nova my beloved 💔

Crosshair's discs !!!!

backflip !!!!

knife knife knife knife knife- 👀

Crosshair calling for Cody to help 🙃

KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-

Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch 💀

"nice throw" "nice shot" 🥰🥰🥰🥰

notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... 🙃

Mina Bonteri 💔

"peace was never an option" devastating

the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni 😫🤧

Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni

the Crosshair music 🥲

"so much for peace" 💔

"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that

Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space 👀

Crossy and his lil toothpick 💕 (he just murdered someone)

the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive 😡

Cody's whole speech 💔😭 "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???

Crosshair not being able to sleep 😫

Rampart doesn't even know their names 😡

OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??

COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY 😫

hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) 💕 sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't 🤟

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shadowbriar · 1 year

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Regulus Black - Supermassive Black Hole II

Pairing : (F/M) || Regulus Black x Selwyn!Reader Word Count : 6.4k Warning : Curse words. Arguments. Mention of blood and unconscious SH. Please let me know if I've missed anything else. Synopsis : A simple arrangement turned into an everlasting one as two naïve children try to figure out their heart. Notes : This is the longest fic I've posted yet, I hope you wouldn't be bored midway. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please comment or reblog so I can add you to the tag list. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

↞ Part I

If there is ever a day that Regulus hated more than most it would this very day when she turned sixteen. The calendar sitting on his bedside table stood proud, almost looking as if it was rubbing its numbers on his face. He stares at it with bitter glare, knocking the innocent item off of its position. He need not anything to remind him of the dreadful day. He couldn't forget her birthday even if he tried.

And he painfully had, indeed, tried.

Now sitting at the Slytherin Common Room with a book that failed to distract his mind, Regulus tries to put out his most nonchalant veneer. The act often fools his two best friends so he wasn't much worried he'll be called out for it. The only thing he has to worry about now is the internal feud happening inside him.

He knew that being sixteen meant that she would have a long line of gentlemen waiting for her hand. The silly tradition carried by the families of Sacred 28 to marry their children and keep their blood line pure was something Regulus felt proud of once, yet now seem to have loathed it more than anything. His parents, though not as outspoken and eager as he expected them to be, have also mentioned their intention of finding Regulus a wife. However, given the fact that he's the second born, his parents' focus was still heavily weighing on Sirius. Something that he feels grateful about.

"I think I'll ask my parents about it when we get back home." Rosier said, his cheeks looking slightly red "My family might not be as close to the Selwyns, but we're not that shabby of a family. I could still shoot my shot with her, don't you think?"

Regulus tried to hide his clenching jaw, resting his hand to his neck as he gave a small nod.

"Yeah, you'll do just fine." Crouch says, encouraging his friend "So long as Regulus here doesn't make his move, I'd say you're the only promising contender there is. I mean, who else is she going to marry? The Lestranges are old, Bulstrodes are a bunch of twats, and I doubt her family would let her marry a Malfoy. Their cocky selves would be the last thing the Selwyns would want for their only daughter."

"My brother is still out there, unbetrothed." Regulus says, eyes still glued on the leaves of his book "He could court her."

Crouch scoffs, "Highly doubt it."

"Why?" Regulus asks, this time looking up to see his friend's reaction "You don't think Sirius is decent enough to marry her?"

"Your brother doesn't like her like that, Reg." Crouch says "If he does he would've courted her a long time ago. You Blacks have been close to the Selwyns for years. If he ever had any interest in her he would've made his move already and yet, he hasn't."

Regulus remains silent. The arguments Crouch gave only made him want to punch the wall harder. As logical as his reasoning is, Regulus certainly did not need Crouch to entertain Rosier's intention. A sense of resentment is brewing inside him whenever he hears Rosier compliments or merely talks about her. He knew full well the extent of admiration his best friend has for her and yet he still hates it. No matter how genuine Rosier's feelings is, no one can advance with her.

No one but him.

He knew just how much of a coward and selfish bastard he was, for loving someone in silence yet acting as if he barely recognised her. But this persona is all he's known for years. This act is the only one he could put out around her. Perhaps this bitterness stems from the jealousy over how easy it is for his brother to be close with her, to make her laugh and cry in happiness. Growing up together meant that he’d seen first hand how things went with ease for her and Sirius and he couldn’t help but to feel envious about it. Regulus loves his brother dearly, just not when he's around her.

"Right, so it's settled then." Rosier said triumphantly, catching Regulus' attention once more "Now let's all pray to the seven hells that no one is sweet talking her parents yet."

Rosier's words set Regulus' skin ablaze. Sure, Rosier is a decent man, someone with a bright future who came from a respected family, but Regulus couldn't help but feel far superior to him. If only he could shed just a layer of his ego and talk to her, give barely half of the effort Rosier was so determined to do, he knew that he would have a bigger chance of being with her.

But is that what she wants? Would she want him to advance with his feelings? She's never shown any comfort whenever he's around. If anything, she looks like she was tormented whenever she breathed the same air as him. She was never as free and casual compared to when Sirius was around, so what exactly would be his one safety net that she would not reject and stomp his heart to the ground?

The noise of her friends congratulating her as she arrives at the Common Room made Regulus look up. An unconscious smile tugs in the corner of his lips, watching her being overwhelmed with the attention and congratulatory greetings. He wonders if there would ever be a time when he could be one of those people, surrounding her and celebrating her birthday with no awkwardness nor worry poisoning his brain.

Regulus could feel the couch shifted on his side. Rosier was already on his feet, approaching her with a nervous gesture. He greets her, wishing her a happy birthday before pulling her for a hug. Regulus scoffed, since when were those two close?

Trying to diffuse the anger boiling inside, Regulus turns back to his book. It was to no use, he knew it. There's nothing in this world that could distract his mind from her and the not subtle approach Rosier is taking but he couldn't show his jealousy. It's not like she was hers to begin with.

He could hear how Crouch begins to talk about her possible betrothal and Regulus has to gather every willpower to not stand up and deck his friend. He wanted them to shut up, both Crouch and Rosier. And it didn't help that Crouch tried to involve him in the conversation, asking his opinion about how the three of them could be her eligible bachelor, which of course Regulus could only answer with a hum.

“Don’t you want to say happy birthday to Selwyn, Regulus?” Rosier asked.

Regulus sighs before putting his book down and looking up. He wanted to take her hand and steal her away from his friends, as furthest as they could go. Now that she’s standing next to Rosier, he could see just how plausible their reunion would be. Though he’s still much better than Rosier in plenty of disciplines, Regulus has to admit that his best friend is an appropriate suitor for her.

And so he forced a smile, “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” She replied short, not showing any sense of impression “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere else to be.”

Regulus averts his eyes back to his book, hiding the slight disappointment of her sour response. Perhaps he could’ve been more friendly with his words or be more genuine with his smile, but it’s hard to show his true intention when the two people he wanted to hex to death were standing on her side. He wanted to slap the smug off of Crouch’s face and push Rosier away from her. The sight of her being close to the opposite gender irritates him to the bone.

The words he’s reading suddenly make no sense, evaporating into thin air before it could ever be registered in his brain. He wonders if she was going to meet Sirius. What kind of gift has his brother prepared for her? Would she pull his brother for a hug after he handed it to her? If Regulus were to give her a present himself, would she have accepted it? Would she respond to him the same way she would to Sirius?

Regulus let out a small sigh. All these questions feel like a labyrinth with no exit. Every wonder, what ifs and scenarios running across his mind had turned into a new form of air that though it hurt him, Regulus couldn’t imagine passing a day without it. If only he could read her mind.

—-

Regulus has been running around the castle for almost half an hour now. His skin was covered in sweat, cheeks slightly red from exhaustion. He runs his hand through his hair, feeling rather desperate to find his brother. He needs to make haste before things get a little bit too late for him to salvage.

“Sirius!” He called, running to his brother who was still in his quidditch robe “We need to talk.”

“Later, Reg.” The older boy dismissed “I need to take a shower first.”

“Now.”

Sirius stares at his younger brother strangely. The state Regulus was in was making him alert. Regulus has never looked so unkempt. His eyes were pleading, something Sirius hasn’t seen in a very long time. Understanding the urgency, Sirius nods and follows his little brother to the quieter side of the quidditch field.

“You need to marry Selwyn.” Regulus said with no warning.

“What?” Sirius responded in surprise, widening his eyes “What are you talking about?”

“You need to ask for Selwyn's hand in marriage.” Regulus repeated, his eyes still showing the same despair “I’ll help talk to Mother and Father though I know they would have no problem with you marrying her. We have to owl them fast-”

“Wait, hold on. Where are all these coming from?”

Regulus seethes, hopelessness bleeding out of him, “It doesn’t matter where it’s coming from. What matters is you’re marrying her.”

“I’m not going to marry Selwyn just because you told me to!” Sirius argues, feeling confused and lost at his brother’s urgent demand “What in the bloody hell is going on, Regulus?”

Regulus wanted to pull every single strand of his hair off of his scalp. He paces back and forth, biting on his fist. He knew just how frenzied he’s looking right now. The bewildered look on Sirius’ face is a clear sign of how mental he’s become. If only he could be transparent to his brother.

“Rosier is going to ask for her hand.” Regulus said, trying to gather his composure “He’s owled his parents to talk to hers. I heard him talk to Crouch earlier and from the look of it, it seems like the Selwyns are giving him a green light.”

“Right.” Sirius squinted his eyes, still not following the apocalyptic reasoning behind Regulus’ actions “What’s the problem with that?”

“The problem with that, Sirius, is that Rosier is going to marry Selwyn!” Regulus yells in despair “How can you stand there and ask what’s the problem with Rosier wanting to marry her? It’s Selwyn! How can you let her marry Rosier?”

Sirius shakes his head, completely lost as to where the conversation is going, “What’s so bad about Rosier? Isn’t he one of your pals?”

“Yes, he’s one of my closest friends but that’s beside the point, alright! The point is that Selwyn can’t marry Rosier.”

“So she should marry me?”

Regulus nods, “Yes, she should marry you.”

“Why?”

Regulus closed his mouth, trying to find the right words to utter.

“Why should I marry her, Reg?”

“Because she likes you.”

Sirius raised his brows, “And how do you know this? Did she tell you herself?”

“No.” He answered, feeling cornered “Look, I can’t give you the answer you’re looking for but you have to marry her, alright? She can’t marry Rosier or any other guy. Just- Just marry her, Sirius, please.”

Sirius stares at his brother with a perplexed expression, still trying to make sense of the words he’s just uttered. None of it was making any sense. Why would it be so bad for her to marry Rosier? What’s so wrong about him? And why does it have to be Sirius to be the one to marry her instead?

“Look, brother,” Sirius sighs, coming close to him and places a hand to his shoulder “I understand that you care about her, I do too, but this doesn’t seem to be something we should meddle with. Whoever she or her parents choose has nothing to do with us.”

Regulus remains quiet.

“Honestly, Regulus. If you don’t want to see her marry anyone else then why don’t you go ask her to marry you? Why do you have to point fingers at me?”

Sirius’ question felt like an arrow piercing through his chest. Of course he’s thought of marrying her, to be the one asking for her hand. To marry her would be a dream come true for Regulus. The idea of waking up in the morning beside her, spending their lazy days, and growing old together was something Regulus would kill to achieve. But given their history, such a dream feels too good to be true and if there is anyone who could make her happy, it would be Sirius, not Regulus.

“I can’t make her happy.” Regulus reasoned, his voice barely above a whisper “But you can. I’ve never seen her more joyful than when she was with you. Don’t you think she deserves to be with someone who could make her happy?”

“Regulus,” Sirius sighs, trying his best to give an understanding to his panicked brother “I can’t make her happy the way a husband should. And I agree with you, she deserves someone who could make her happy. She deserves much more than that, but that person isn’t me. I’m not the one she should be marrying.”

The younger boy remained quiet. Sirius doesn't understand the severity of the condition they’re in. How could he stand there and not feel the slightest terror of the chance of her marrying the wrong man? Doesn’t he want what’s best for her? And what would’ve been best for her if not Sirius?

“Regulus-”

“So you won’t marry her?” He cuts Sirius’ words “You’re not going to ask her to marry you?”

Sirius frowns, shaking his head, “No.”

“Fine.” Regulus nods, turning his heels.

“Regulus, where are you going?” Sirius shouts, his words not welcomed by his brother “Don’t do things you’ll regret later, Reg!”

Regulus’ steps are now filled with seethe. He’s never felt more angry and disappointed at Sirius than he is right now. Worry is still poisoning his mind, making his head turn hazy. She can’t marry Rosier, he can’t make her happy. What does he know about making her smile? Does he even know what her favourite flowers are? Regulus highly doubts it. But if Rosier isn’t good enough, then who else could court her?

—-

“Selwyn, a word.”

Regulus licks his lip in nervousness. The strange look she’s showing was watering his confidence. Well, it wasn’t exactly confidence that’s making him bold enough to approach her. However, a second ago he still had the slightest assurance that, at the very least she would say yes to the proposition he’s going to offer. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

Once he sees that she is getting up from her seat, Regulus quickly turns on his heels and leads her outside. His heart was beating fast. The fastest he’s ever felt and he fears that it would give up any second now. He tries his best to maintain a decent composure, curling his fists into a ball as he tries to piece coherent words into his head. For someone who’s always been articulate, Regulus has now found himself at the loss of words.

“Will you spill your words or am I only being called to watch you pace back and forth, Regulus?” She says with a baffled expression “What is it, is everything alright?”

“Date me.”

Regulus wanted to facepalm himself. The two words rolled out of his tongue unexpectedly. He could’ve given her a head start, give her one or two sentences of explanation before heading straight to his proposition. But what exactly can he explain to her? That he’s desperate and scared that she would marry someone else? That he’s scared she would end up and marry Rosier? No, he can’t say that. It would only ruin the very least strands of friendship they have.

Her mouth was agape, eyes widened as he stared at him as if he’d just grown an extra limb, “Come again?”

“Please don’t make me repeat it.”

Despair was apparent in his eyes. He could only hope that she could see through his strugglesome self that couldn’t fully express his true intention and say yes. He prays that his eyes could tell her everything his mouth could not utter. They’ve been close for years, surely she could tell one or two things about him better than anyone else.

“Yeah, not funny, Regulus.” She says, rolling her eyes “Is this some kind of silly bet you made with Rosier or Crouch?”

Regulus’ jaws tensed at the mentioning of his friends, “No.”

“Then why exactly would you come to me and say those words?”

“Because I like you.”

His mouth felt dry right after he laid out his cards. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic way to express his feelings, but it was as good as it could get. It was the most honest reason he could give her. He likes her. Perhaps a little bit too much for it to ever be healthy. He wanted to tell her that it was her that he would always think of last before he drifted off to sleep and the first he would think of when he opened his eyes in the morning. But given the circumstances, perhaps he could dive in further with his details later when things are more within control.

Yet perhaps he wouldn’t be able to as she rolled her eyes and turned her heels, “I don’t have time for this, Regulus.”

Regulus gulped. His worst nightmare finally came true.

“So is that a no, then?” Regulus asked, stopping her pace “Do you not want to date me?”

“No, I don’t want to date you.” She says, turning herself back to face him.

“Why not?” His brows are now knitted, confused and looking slightly offended.

“Because, Regulus,” She answers with a long sigh of exasperation “Not everyone in this castle finds you attractive.”

Her words strike him down like lightning. As if the day wasn’t nightmarish already, she just has to continue and rub it on his face as she’s never seen him that way. What was he thinking? The confidence he once had was shredded, completely pulverised as she now stands by him with a nonchalant gesture. She was rejecting him and stomping his heart to the ground.

Regulus clears his throat, “So you have someone else you fancy then?”

She remains quiet, eyes still glued on his.

Right, of course. If he had to make a wild guess, that lucky git would be none other than his brother, he’s sure of it. The way Sirius is able to make her laugh must’ve been the principal cause. No one has ever been able to make her look as radiant and euphoric. What exactly could Regulus do to compete with that?

“Very well.” Regulus says, taking her silence as his confirmation “I’m sorry to have caused you some inconveniences. Let’s pretend the last twenty minutes didn’t happen.”

Unable to spend another second there, Regulus quickly turned and walked away. He could physically hear his heart breaking with each step. What exactly was he thinking? That she would just say yes and date him? In what universe would she ever reciprocate his feelings? She’s never looked at him twice, even when Sirius wasn’t around. The chance he was so confident to have was nothing but mere illusion. He’s never had a chance with her. Never.

—-

To say last night was agonising would be an understatement. Regulus couldn't sleep, knowing that he’s burned the bridges between them. He shouldn’t have said a word. He shouldn’t have asked her to date him. He shouldn’t have confessed his feelings. Now he’s got nothing left to keep. He was sure that she would never want to see him again, as if their limited interaction over the years wasn’t already tormenting him.

Sirius was right, he shouldn’t have done things out of haste. Now look at the damage he’s caused. There’s nothing left for him to safe, nothing for him to fix. He’s lost her completely over some dumb confession he could’ve done better at.

“Regulus,” She called, making her presence known “We need to talk.”

Regulus looked up, swallowing his saliva at the sight of her. He certainly didn’t expect her to find him at the library, breaking his train of thought of the disaster he caused yesterday, “About?”

“You know what about.”

He sighs and puts his book down, gesturing to her to proceed. Perhaps this is his chance to salvage whatever is left for him to pick up. Maybe he could come up with a better explanation that would save her from a marriage, especially from Rosier. However the look on her face was giving him signs that things would not go as easy as he would like it to be.

“What in the seven hells were you doing yesterday?” She snapped in a hushed volume “Were you drunk? Did someone spike you with some tonic?”

“No, I was fine.” He answers, not wanting her to think that his intention was anything close to some joke or silly prank “I only wanted to know if you wanted to date me, is all.”

“Why?”

“Because,”

Regulus pauses, biting his lower lip as if debating to continue his words. Should he tell her the truth? Should he tell her that he fears of her marrying Rosier? But what would he answer when she asks why? That he loves her too much to see her be with someone that he knew wouldn’t make her happy? Would she believe his words? She didn’t even seem to be much convinced of his confession yesterday, what would make this one truth give a different outcome?

And so he resorted to the one thing he’s good at, lying, “My parents are arranging me to marry Greengrass.”

Her brows rose, stunned at the new information spilled.

“I was wondering if you’d like to date me so I can stall more time before a marriage happens.” He continued to lie, eyes not looking at her in an attempt to not have his false words caught “Sirius has made it clear that he has no interest in getting married soon, especially with anyone my parents chose for him, so my parents turned to me and arranged the marriage. They fear that I might rebel and follow my brother’s missteps.”

There was a brief silence. Regulus still wouldn’t dare to look up, afraid that one look of her would crumble his sheer veneer of lies. He could only pray that she would buy his lie and finally agree to date him. Even if it was a fake one and had to be based on lies, whatever it takes to stall time for her to get married, he would be up for it.

Though he isn’t sure how he would function with such distress.

“Then why did you ask me to date you?” She asks with a soft voice, perhaps trying to understand the situation better “Don’t you think that’s a bit cruel to ask a girl to be their girlfriend when he’s betrothed to another?”

“I thought we could pretend to date each other so my parents would call the arrangement off. I mean, it’s a good proposal, don’t you think? I know your parents must be planning for your arrangement too, so I thought we could just date and make them postpone the arrangements.” He continued, fabricating more lie that he knew would bite him in the arse one day “Assuming that you’re not ready for a marriage too, of course.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so? Why did you have to lie and say that you liked me?”

Regulus gulps, regret filling his eyes once more. Was it really that hard to believe that he really liked her? Even if he was really betrothed to another, it doesn’t diminish the fact that he really does like her. Perhaps the way he carried his words yesterday and the lies he’s giving right now was leading her to a different conclusion.

“So you don’t want to marry Greengrass?”

Regulus shakes his head slowly, “No, I don’t. And I don’t think I ever would want to.”

She taps her fingers to the wooden table. The sound of it was driving Regulus mad. Perhaps he’s taken it too far. He shouldn’t have uttered those lies. He should’ve just apologised and asked for her forgiveness. Who knows what those words would lead them now?

“Look, it was a foolish proposition, I understand. I don’t expect-”

“Fine,” She says short, letting out a long exhale “Let’s do it.”

Regulus raised his brows, “What?”

“I said, let’s do it. It’s a favourable offer for us both, so I’m game.” She says firmly, looking assured “But just so we’re clear, this is business strictly. No emotions, no feelings, what so ever. The second either of us catch it, we’ll tell it to each other and call it off, deal?”

No deal. How could he agree to such a proposition when he’s already so plastered over her? But this is as good as it could get. At least they could have more time to postpone a marriage and hopefully this would water down Rosier’s intention on marrying her. Or any other guy, really. Perhaps one of these days Regulus could muster the courage and ask her to be his wife genuinely.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Regulus says as he takes out his hand for her to shake “Deal.”

—-

Regulus pulled her hand and led her to his compartment. He knew that Rosier and Crouch wouldn’t be joining them today. The news of them dating had spread like wildfires and Regulus could understand the hatred Rosier must be having right now. He quite literally steals his bird right under his nose. He hasn’t shared a word to Rosier and honestly had no intention to. All is well for Regulus so long as he has her by his side. The world could burn into ashes for all he cares.

“Have you owled your parents?” He asks as he takes a seat “Told them about us?”

She nods, “A couple of days ago.”

“And what did they say?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t opened their letters.” She shrugs, plopping into the seat in front of him “Reckon I could just witness their reactions first hand when we arrive.”

Regulus nods, not uttering another word.

He too hasn’t opened any of his parents’ letters. For some reason they have sent him more than the usual and he couldn’t be bothered to find out why. Regulus could only suspect that the news of him dating her was making his parents ecstatic. At least one of their sons is continuing the family tradition.

Regulus glances at her who’s now looking out of the glass door, watching as students come in and look for their designated compartments. Her face lights up when she sees Sirius, waving at him with that big smile Regulus always feels envious about. Sirius grins back at her, only to have a sour expression when he sees him. He gave a small nod to Regulus before continuing his walk and following his friends away.

Of course his brother was pissed. He’s told Sirius about their fake relationship and as expected, Sirius was beyond angry at the news. He couldn’t believe how deceitful Regulus’ decision is, to limit her from finding her true match. If only Regulus would be honest to his brother about his true intention, perhaps Sirius wouldn’t be as angry and would understand where he’s coming from. Yet he didn’t and the half answered questions only made Sirius believe in the worst of him.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You know what.” She says, sounding irritated “Must you really ask questions you know the answer to? It doesn’t make you seem cool, you know. It makes you look like a twat.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Why are you asking me? Ask Sirius, he’s the one who seems to have a problem with us being together.”

She shows an annoyed look before turning her eyes back outside.

Regulus licks his lower lip. The fake dating has certainly given them more interactions yet they’re far from how he would've wanted it to be. He knew that he could have acted less of an arse and been more open to her, but the guilt of keeping her so selfishly when it was clear that she didn't want to be anywhere close to him was eating him alive. Everytime she was by his side, the fear of her finding out that he was deceiving her would haunt him. He wouldn’t know what he would do if she ever finds out and hates him. He would rather cast himself the killing curse than to live with that pain.

“We have to talk about what to do during the break.” Regulus says, eyes still glued to his book so he wouldn’t have to see her and make him feel more guilty “I’ll owl you weekly and come to every parties and soirees your parents are holding. I suppose your birthday party is coming, right?”

She turns her head to him, eyebrows furrows, “Weekly? You think that would suffice?”

“I don’t owl anyone so a letter weekly is a luxury.” He said as he looked up to her “You can send me your letters as frequently as you want but know that I’ll only be replying once a week.”

“You’re impossible.” She scoffs, folding her hands in front of her chest “Daily. You are to owl me everyday. You tell me about how your day went, tell me how much you miss me, how much you miss holding hands with me, and you are to send me flowers. I like orchids, so send me those.”

Regulus remains quiet. Those wouldn’t be too hard to do, knowing that those things she said are the very thing he wanted to do each day. And she needed not to tell him what her favourite flower was, he knew. He knew about her more than he would be willing to say. Did she really think that he wouldn’t when he’s been so head over heels for her for years?

“Fine.” He says, closing his book “Any other request?”

She pursed her lips, contemplating, “We have to stop calling each other by our names.”

“What do you mean?”

“Couples don’t do that. They call each other by their pet names.” She explains “I mean that’s what my friends do.”

“I see.” Regulus nods slowly “I’ll call you motormouth.”

“Motormouth?” She asks, appalled “That’s not a pet name, that’s an insult!”

“Well if you learn to quiet down a bit we’ll upgrade to something more mediocre like Darling or Love.”

“Fine,” She spat in annoyance “Honey Puff.”

Regulus glares, “Don’t call me that.”

“Aw, does my dear lover hate to be called with cute names?” She taunts, faking a cute pout “Should we call you Pooh Bear instead?”

Regulus turns back to his book with a fake annoyed scoff. He could only hope that the strands of his hair that are now covering his face would be enough to hide the slight blush appearing on his cheeks. Sure he hates the pet name, but knowing that it was something he got to do with her warms his heart. Who would have known that the Regulus Black is actually such a softie on the inside?

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“What’s going on, Regulus?”

His brother’s whisper was making Regulus sweat, walking into the Selwyns’ Manor with colour draining from his face, “I don’t know.”

“Why are we here?” Sirius continues to ask “And why is the garden decorated as if someone’s about to get married?”

Regulus gulped. Is she going to get married? Did the plan not work? Is this why his parents have been sending him more owls? Not because of pride and happiness but because of shame that their son is dating someone who’s already betrothed to another?

The Black brothers were walking a few steps behind her, looking and studying the situation around them. A party is about to be held, just not the ones they would usually go to. Orchids were placed everywhere, her one favourite flower. Regulus could feel his breathing getting shorter in fear. Is this truly the end for them?

“Darling, welcome home!” Mrs. Selwyn greets, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace “It’s so good to see you, my love. And welcome Regulus, Sirius. I hope the journey back was pleasant for you, yes? Your parents are inside, preparing themselves.”

Regulus raised his brows, “They’re here?”

“Well of course they are! They wouldn’t miss their son’s wedding would they?”

“His what?” She asks in surprise, pulling away from her mother’s embrace “Who’s marrying who?”

“You, of course, you silly goose. You’re marrying Regulus.” Her mother teased, poking her daughter’s nose “Did you not read the letters I’ve sent you? Walburga and Orion thought that it would be best to hold the wedding now, seeing that the both of you are already dating, anyway. Your father and I thought the same. We’ve sent the both of you letters but neither of you replied, so we assumed that there was no rejection against the idea.”

Regulus remained quiet, trying to digest the unexpected news.

“My darling girl.” Her mother says warmly, looking at her daughter proudly before turning to Regulus with a warm smile “We didn’t need to put you two in an arranged marriage, after all.”

His eyebrows rose. Arranged marriage? Between him and her?

“I have to get back inside and make sure the catering is ready.” Mrs. Selwyn says before excusing herself inside.

The three children were still frozen, their souls sucked out of their body. The words come into one ear and exit the other with no remarks. His head was fuzzy, unable to comprehend anything that’s just been told to him.

“I’ll look for Mother and Father, see if they’ve got some better explanations.” Sirius says before getting inside the manor.

Regulus watched as his brother disappeared into the manor. His ears were ringing, feet light as if he was afloat. Only on the worst way possible. He couldn’t believe the reality he’s in. Just how great of a mess he’s caused for her.

She turned to him and called, “Regulus.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cursed under his breath, rummaging his hair as he paced back and forth “What in the holly fuck is going on in our parents’ head?! We’re sixteen, for fuck’s sake! What exactly are they rushing for?!”

Regulus could feel his skin melting in despair. How did he let things get this severe? He only wanted to have more time, to keep her by his side just a little longer. What does the universe have against him that made his life this difficult?

“Regulus, quiet down.” She whispers, noticing the stares thrown at them “People are staring.”

“And you,” He turns, finger pointing at her “Why couldn’t you just open the bloody letters? We could’ve avoided this!”

“Me? How is it my fault? You were sent letters too and you didn’t know. I’m not the only party at fault for not being diligent with my post!”

Regulus clenches his jaws in anger. He lets out a small growl. He didn’t mean to blame her, he was just desperate is all. Yet of course as always he could only make her feel more uncomfortable around him. Just another thing to add to the list of what’s stressing him out right now.

His anger was quickly subdued when he turned to her, noticing that her excessive bite to her lower lip was making it bleed. It was one of the very detailed thing he noticed of her. Whenever she feels scared or unsure of herself, she would bite her lower lip until it bleeds and would have the least realisation of it. She would act as if such action was nothing, as if it doesn’t hurt her the slightest.

“Stop, that. Don’t hurt yourself.” Regulus says as he hands her his handkerchief “Stop mutilating yourself.”

She took the white cloth and pressed it to her lips, still not giving any care for herself, “What do we do know?”

“I don’t know.” Regulus sighs, feeling like he’s going to give in anytime now “I don’t think we could ever out mind our parents' wicked plans. They’re sick in the head, is what they are.”

��Don’t talk about my parents like that, I love them.” She argues, a slight pout evident on her face “Even when they’re being dickheads like this.”

Regulus smiled at the refreshing sight, yet such bliss only lasted for a second as he took a hard gulp, “So will you do it? Will you marry me?”

“Do I really have a choice?”

He mentally winces at her question. He hates the fact that she thinks she’s got no other choice but to marry him. He hated himself for putting her in such a situation, to give her no other option but to marry him though it’s obvious that she has no interest to do it. He hates himself to have forced her to marry him this way.

But Regulus knew that there’s nothing he could do to go against his parents’ decision. The marriage is already in motion and there’s no other way for him but to go forward. He could only pray that one day she would find the way to forgive him.

“Alright, let’s get married, then.”

↠ Part III

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soliloquy-dawn · 9 months

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Jegulus microfic - prompt: swear (august 1st), 827 words, @jegulus-microfic

Part 2, 3, 4, 5

CW: explicit, cheating

Regulus takes his shoes off before slipping soundlessly into the flat. His boots are heavy, their soles thick and black, covered in grime from trudging through the muddy field. The gig ended in a flash of lights and amidst blaring screams and whistles. The air smelled damp and the rain was thick, bucketing down relentlessly as they ran back into town and headed straight for the nearest pub.

Recklessly, he downed his first shot of tequila and hadn’t looked at the time since.

The clock hanging in the hall strikes 5 in the morning when he clicks the door shut, praying the sound doesn’t travel.

Wishful thinking.

Regulus is soaking wet. His black locks are plastered to his cheeks and forehead, but not as a result of last night’s deluge - that ended hours ago. This morning was crisp and fresh, not a cloud in sight.

He did take a quick shower at Barty’s place before leaving in haste.

Regulus gingerly places the shoes on the rack, fingers trembling in a weak grip, and tries to shimmy out of his jacket. The leather squeaks and rustles, no matter how he manoeuvres his body to avoid it.

“Where have you been?”

Regulus’ heart comes to a screeching halt, and then, it’s plummeting down to his stomach and lands at his feet. Or maybe he doesn’t have a heart. Blood rushes through his veins, screaming into the void left in his chest.

Contain yourself, he thinks. Don’t let it slip. Don’t.

He turns around, slowly, licking his lips. They taste of salt.

James is standing in the door to their bedroom, gripping the frame and swaying. There are bags under his eyes. Regulus knows he stayed up, keeping vigil. The last message James sent arrived at 2 AM. Reg saw it much later, when Barty went to get them a snack and a glass of water, and Regulus locked himself in the bathroom to wash come stains off his shirt.

“The gig, and then we were out,” he eventually responds, coughing into his clenched fist, throat tight as a string.

“It’s 5 in the bloody morning. I thought you were meant to come back-”

“I got a bit tipsy, stayed over at Panda’s.” Regulus shuffles on his feet, pulling the jacket off in one swift motion. No need to walk on eggshells anymore - James is already here, gaze piercing and pleading. Scared. Doubtful.

“Oh,” James hums, crossing his arms over his chest. He swallows, eyes tracking Reg’s every movement, searching for inconsistencies wedged between his words, or veiled by his actions. “Why are you soaking wet?”

“I showered,” Regulus huffs and shrugs dismissively. “Did you see the weather last night? We were absolutely minging after the gig, you should have seen it. Some girl pushed Panda over by accident and she decked it, landed face first in the mud, it was hilarious.”

James lets out a laboured sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The silence that follows is stifling.

“Why are you up, babe?” Regulus tries tentatively. He starts picking on his cuticles. A nervous tic, nothing else. James won’t clock it. Regulus is a nervous person by nature.

“I couldn’t sleep till late. I was worried.”

“Worried about what?” Regulus prods, even though he knows the answer. He’s no fool.

“You know very well what, Reg.”

He hums in acknowledgment, brows slightly furrowed. He has to play out the part, acting disgruntled - it’s been months now. Hasn’t James regained some of the lost faith he had in him? Hasn’t he proven, consistently, that he can spend time with Barty and not end up on his knees, worshipping at another man's feet?

Or is it a lost cause? James will never fully trust him again and will monitor his every step and misstep alike. A tragic ending to an equally woeful story. Regulus has the answer to these questions at the tip of his tongue. His actions from last night speak for themselves.

“James.” His inner turmoil does not show on his fine features. James stares at him, eyes wide and gleaming in the morning light. “Nothing happened, all right? We were out, got a bit sloshed and then ended up in Panda’s loft listening to records.”

“You swear?”

Regulus shivers, fist clenching at his side. A beat of silence follows and he thinks James will suffocate - he’s been holding his breath, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes pleading. It’s a sight to behold. James Potter, begging. Begging Regulus not to ruin his life, once again.

“Yeah, Jamie, I swear.”

James lets out a ragged gasp, leaning on the doorframe heavily. The tension that built up in the air, layer after excruciating layer, dissipates like morning dew.

Regulus feels a hollowness in his chest, one that eats at his soul with jagged teeth. It hurts, but only a little. It’s a flesh wound, a scratch, a gentle prodding. A guiltless guilt.

Then, the teeth chip away at nothing.

#jegulus #jegulus angst #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #James Potter #regulus black #marauders fanfiction #jegulus microfic #prompt fic #soul by soliloquy_dawn

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ashleigghh · 5 months

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Day 7: Christmas song. 777 words

When Regulus had, very reluctantly, agreed to go out with his friends tonight he hadn’t intended to get drunk. He was going to drink a little bit, listen to his friends make fools of themselves with the karaoke, chat with Dorcas about her rather confusing love-hate relationship with Marlene and let Pandora tell him all about her newest hobby.

This idea had completely fled the second Dorcas had given him the puppy-dog eyes and asked him to do shots with them. He would kill anyone who even dared to suggest this but he was a massive softie when it came to his friends, he would quite literally burn the world to the ground, so throwing back a few shots was really not that big of a deal.

This had quickly backfired.

“Reggggg,” Evan dragged out the word, throwing an arm over Regulus’ shoulders and swinging off of him, he was yelling over the loud music, some muggle song Regulus didn’t recognise, “Come dance with me.”

Regulus shook his head, he was not going to throw himself into a crowd of sweaty, messy drunk people who were dancing in a way that would make his mother resurrect herself just to curse them. He spent his childhood learning steps to dances he could utilise in a ballroom, but he isn’t sure how to do… whatever it is they’re doing.

“Please, I want you to enjoy yourself too, join us!” Evan leans into Regulus’ ear, slurring his words.

“I’m fine over here, you can go back to Barty, it’s all good.” Evan frowns, poking Regulus between the eyebrows, trying to smooth out the crease from his furrowed eyebrows.

“We want to hang out with you though.” Regulus doesn’t think his friends realise how much things like this mean to him, a lifetime of hatred and suffering makes him vulnerable to this stuff.

“I don’t want to be in the crowd, but you should go,” Regulus reassures, trying to swallow the guilty feeling that he’s ruining this night. This is why he shouldn’t drink, he can normally bottle up his emotions but right now it feels like they’re attacking him.

Evan just waves their friends back over, Pandora attaches herself to Regulus’ spare arm while Dorcas and Barty collapse onto each other on the other side of the table, both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing heavily.

“We should do karaoke!” Barty exclaims, causing Dorcas to start slapping his leg excitedly, both of them so drunk it’s like watching toddlers interact.

“You, you are a genius!” She turns to the others, a pleading look on her face that in normal circumstances would make anyone agree. Regulus, however, is already at his wit’s end and the idea of singing in this overcrowded room so drunk people can scream and bellow at them, leering and spilling drinks, well he is not nearly drunk enough for that.

“No. I am not singing, you can but I’m not.” Dorcas just laughs, fully believing she’ll be victorious

“I will get you singing Reg if it’s the last thing I do.” She darts off, returning less than five minutes later holding a tray with an absurd amount of drink balancing on it, placing it on the table and joining back in with their idle conversation.

“Drink up, come on,” she pushes a drink to Regulus, who takes it with an eye roll, knowing exactly what she’s doing, this is all a part of her plan to get him to sing.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to drink,” Pandora whispers in his ear, barely audible over the noise, an unnecessary but pleasant reassurance. Pandora’s good at this sort of stuff, making sure everyone’s comfortable, reminding them that they don’t need to change for others to accept them, they are loved as they are.

A few songs pass as they sit there, talking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks even though they all live close and see each other most days, frankly, it’s hard to follow and barely coherent. They watch two groups go up to the small stage and attempt to recreate their holiday favourites and it feels Regulus with dread.

“Are you ready to sing yet?” Dorcas asks again, pushing the tray towards him in case he’s still refusing. Regulus shakes his head, not even meeting Dorcas’ eye as he can feel him wearing her down. “That’s okay, we have all night.”

If Regulus eventually gives in and sings his heart out alongside some of the only people in the world he can tolerate to a cheesy Christmas song, well, he’s never going to admit that, so don’t even try it.

#marauders era #christmas writing challenge #christmas #dorcas meadowes #regulus black #pandora rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #pandora and regulus #dorcas meadows the woman that you are #slytherin skittles

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soundcrusher · 1 year

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Okay, yea. Before I drop the story for the Mecha Pilot Au, I'm gonna drop some funny sketches I did today.

(I'm doing this on my phone, so it might be long.)

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Yea, first one is just a sketch of Fools Shot. His alt mode is a Custom '70 Honda N600.

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The Mecha Pilot Au and Drillburst belong to @cuppajj

Red (Reg!Phoenix), Snow (Sg!Phoenix), Thrillchaser and Fools Shot belong to me

#mecha pilot au #mecha pilot au from cuppajj #drillburst is cuppajj's boy #humanformers au #transformer ocs #ocs #sg/phoenix #reg/phoenix #reg/thrillchaser #reg/fools shot

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cloneshipping7567 · 8 months

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Romantic Confessions Part 13

Part 13/30

13. "I can't fathom the idea of my life without you in it."

Pairing: Hunter x Crosshair (As requested by LuminousBug on Ao3)

Rating/WC: T/1751

Warnings: None

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“This is what happens when you let a kid call the shots,” Crosshair drawls, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Hunter.

Hunter rolls his eyes in frustration, glad for his helmet being firmly in place. He and Crosshair have been arguing this entire time, and the sniper is really starting to get on his nerves. “That kid saved your life,” he points out, not bothering to hide his annoyance anymore. “Unlike the Empire, who left you for dead.”

“That’s your problem, Hunter. You take things too personally.” Crosshair steps closer, ignoring the others’ uneasiness.

And you don’t take things personally enough, he doesn’t say. “They destroyed an entire city,” he says instead. Their home. All of the clones’ home. They left them all for dead, including Crosshair. It feels pretty karking personal.

“They did what needed to be done,” Crosshair says, leaning into Hunter’s space. “Kamino, regs, the Republic. Their time is over. The Empire will control the entire galaxy. And I’m going to be a part of it.” He shakes his head, and Hunter scoffs openly at him. “Hunter, you made the wrong choice.”

“That’s all you care about?” Hunter finally asks, unable to contain it anymore. “Power? Control? You aren’t important to them. Don’t fool yourself. All you will ever be to them is a number.”

Crosshair’s chin tilts up, giving away his annoyance. “And what am I to you?” he challenges, the sneer on his lips obvious in his voice.

“Everything,” Hunter hisses, without missing a beat.

Crosshair staggers a step backwards at the single word, taken aback. It’s almost satisfying how surprised Cross is, how Hunter could so easily knock him off his game. He stalks off to one of the couches in the far corner of the room.

Fine. Let him sulk. Hunter’s nerves are still fried from the amount of times Crosshair has almost died today. He’s beyond annoyed with the amount of fights they’ve had in the last few hours.

And, Crosshair is right about one thing: Hunter has no idea how to get them out from this mess.

He turns to look around the room, trying to come up with a plan. He ignores Crosshair and Omega, despite their harsh words to each other, and discusses using the medical capsules as an escape to the surface.

It takes them a while to figure out how to safely do it, but soon enough he and his brothers are on the surface. Hunter looks down into the water, impatiently waiting for AZ to push Omega’s capsule above the surface.

“I’m going after AZ!” Omega’s voice suddenly chimes into the comm.

“Omega, don’t!” Hunter yells, his heart stopping in his chest. Of course she would risk her life to save a droid; it’s just who she is. Why does she have to be so good?

Hunter takes his helmet off and grabs onto the side of his tube, causing Crosshair to shoot him an annoyed look.

“I don’t see her,” Echo says, worry pitching his voice.

“I’m going in,” Hunter decides, looking over the side and breathing heavily. He almost jumps, when he sees it out of the corner of his eyes.

He turns his head to see Crosshair pointing his rifle directly at his face. He looks up at Crosshair, betrayal clearly written across his face.

He hardly has time to analyze Crosshair’s expression, before he’s shifting the rifle and shooting off a grappling cable. Hunter breathes a deep sigh of relief as it connects to something and starts to reel back in, and leans over the tube. He pulls Omega in, helping her settle. “I’ve got ya,” he mumbles softly, before turning around to raise a brow at Cross.

Crosshair doesn’t say anything at all, just looks behind him to see Echo, Tech, and Wrecker all aiming their blasters at him in Hunter’s defense. He throws his rifle to Wrecker, who catches it, and sits back down with his arms crossed.

Hunter pats Omega’s back, helping her cough up the small amount of water she managed to breathe in and catch her breath again.

Once she’s settled enough, he turns to look at Crosshair once more. He wants to say something. Anything. A simple thank you would be nice right now, but none of the words he can think of seem deep and strong enough to convey what Hunter is feeling.

Gratitude for saving Omega, yes. But there’s more to it. It makes him feel…something that Crosshair wouldn’t let Hunter dive in after Omega. It makes him feel hopeful that Cross gave Wrecker his rifle-Hunter is sure that signifies something. Some sort of progress.

And the way Crosshair looked at him, for that millisecond between aiming the rifle at Hunter’s face and aiming it at the water--what was that? What was Cross thinking, what was he feeling? What does it mean?

Hunter thought he had gotten good at getting over Crosshair in these last few months. That he had accepted Crosshair’s absence, had accepted that he needed to move on. That Crosshair didn’t want to be with him anymore, and didn’t even want to be in Hunter’s life anymore.

“I have a visual on the Marauder,” Tech says suddenly, startling Hunter. He looks back at his and Echo’s pod, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “I suggest we start paddling.”

Hunter looks back at Crosshair once more, wishing he could say something, wishing he knew what he wanted to say. Instead, he turns back around, and starts paddling towards their ship.

The journey there is long, and the sun has almost completely risen by the time they reach the landing platform. But they make it eventually, and they all take a moment to stand and stare out at the ruin that used to be their home.

“It’s…all…gone,” Omega says, her voice sad. Hunter walks over to her, putting a comfortning hand on her shoulder.

“We should leave before the Empire’s scouts show up,” Tech suggests, looking to Hunter for approval. Hunter nods once, squeezing Omega’s shoulder.

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asks, turning to Cross.

Hunter almost scoffs. Of course he is; where else would he go? He doesn’t have a ship other than theirs, and the Empire just tried to kill him. They won’t come back for him. Of course Crosshair is coming with them.

Except, “None of this changes anything,” Cross says, making Hunter’s breath catch in his throat.

No. No. He isn’t leaving Crosshair behind again. He isn’t getting back on that ship without Crosshair in tow. Even if it’s kicking and screaming, or limp from a stum blast; Crosshair is leaving this platform on the Marauder with the rest of their batch.

“You offered us a chance, Crosshair. This is yours,” Hunter says, offering him one more chance.

“I’ve made my decision,” Crosshair says, turning away from them.

Hunter crosses his arms over his chest, and listens to his siblings pile onto the ship after accepting Crosshair isn’t coming with them. Omega looks up at Hunter, before looking at Crosshair. She looks back to Hunter and nods once, before following the others onto the ship.

“What?” Crosshair practically growls, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at Hunter.

Hunter steps closer, and waits for Crosshair to finally give in and turn to face Hunter. “Come with us, Cross,” Hunter says softly.

Crosshair scoffs, but his eyes aren’t cold and closed off like they have been. “I told you, I choose the Empire.”

“Cross,” Hunter says, stepping closer and uncrossing his arms. He’s close enough now that he has to tilt his face up slightly to look the other in the eyes. “Come with us. Come with me.”

Crosshair breathes in a sharp breath, eyes quickly darting between both of Hunter’s. “Why? You have your happy little family. Why are you being so persistent?”

Hunter hums softly, keeping eye contact despite how much he wants to curl in on himself and refuse to let Crosshair ever see him as vulnerable as he’s about to be again. The past several times have proven that Crosshair will hurt Hunter again, that his vulnerability will be unwelcome.

But he can’t expect Crosshair to sacrifice everything while he keeps all his cards close to his chest. So he takes a deep breath, and lets it out in a controlled sigh. “Because I’ve never stopped loving you.” Crosshair’s eyes go wide, and his lips part in shock. Hunter pushes through. “Because I think about you all the time, and I miss you. Because I’m tired of waiting for you to come back on your own. Because I can’t fathom the idea of my life without you in it. I love you.”

Crosshair blinks, eyes wide. “Hunter…”

Hunter reaches one hand up to cup the back of Crosshair’s neck, the motion familiar and comforting even after all this time. Crosshair’s hands automatically land in their practiced places, one on Hunter’s hip and the other on the place where his neck meets his shoulder. Hunter hums softly, leaning forward so their lips are almost touching. “Cross,” Hunter whispers, eyes flicking between his eyes and lips.

Crosshair swallows thickly before connecting their lips with a soft press forward. It’s chaste at first, simply testing the waters.

But Hunter has missed Crosshair, and they both almost died about fives times each today, and he’s tired of fighting, and of keeping himself at a safe distance. He wants to be reckless, he wants to risk it all, he wants to take a leap of faith and land safely in his former lover’s arms.

He smiles into the kiss, deepening it enough to get the point of everything he can’t find the words to say without pushing too far. It feels like coming home in a way nothing else has ever been able to make him feel.

Crosshair pulls away first, breathless, looking at Hunter with wonder in his eyes. “Hunter.”

“Come with me,” Hunter whispers, squeezing the back of Crosshair’s neck lightly. “I miss you. I love you. Come with me.”

Crosshair leans in and connects their lips again, just a soft touch of their lips, before he steps back. “Okay,” he says, looking towards the ship where their team is very unsubtly peeking around the entrance to the ship. “Okay. I’ll come with you.”

Hunter smiles, taking Crosshair’s hand and turning towards the ship himself. He rolls his eyes at the expressions on their faces, leading Crosshair back to their ship. To whatever future awaits them.

#hunter x crosshair #cloneshipping #my writing

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cross-my-heartt · 2 years

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Pieces Ch. 8

Crosshair doesn’t think he will ever have a family again but the galaxy has a knack for proving him wrong. And little by little the pieces fall into place.

← Previous chapter || Read on Ao3

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Hardly half a standard hour later, Bane’s group burst out of the hangar just as Crosshair and Ghost were clearing the ships’ ramp, allowing them to provide cover fire while the others boarded under a barrage of bolts. At first Crosshair had taken the sour look on Bane’s face to mean a dud but then he’d seen the data stick poking out of the Duros’ bloodied fist.

A success then.

It registered dully in his mind – he was used to success despite his recent string of failures with the Empire but the thought that he’d officially completed his first job as a mercenary brought a sense of finality with it. One he wasn’t sure how he felt about yet.

Once the initial euphoria of a clean escape had subsided and the ship lurched into hyperspace, the hunters went back to keeping to themselves. There was an air of contentment despite many of them looking exhausted or worse for wear but Crosshair remained tense.

He and Ghost were outsiders. He couldn’t let his guard down.

Especially now that there were real, tangible credits on the table.

In contrast, Bane, who was only a few feet away letting his droid bandage his hand, seemed completely at ease. He’d dumped the data stick in an open compartment in the pilot’s chair as soon as he’d come on board, hardly sparing it a thought despite the handful or so hunters loitering in the hallway to the cockpit.

Crosshair would have dubbed him a fool if it weren’t for the fact that not a single hunter had so much as glanced in its direction since.

“Dang it, Todo, you better know what you’re doin’!”

Crosshair turned in the direction of the curse.

“Don’t you worry mister Bane! I have done thorough research on first aid procedures, you can be sure you’re in good hands,” the droid all but fawned over its master and Crosshair resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Droids. He’d never get over his distaste for them. It didn’t help that this one insisted on being a sarcastic little shit to anyone who wasn’t Bane.

The two of them kept bickering, causing Crosshair to consider moving to another part of the ship, until the droid finally tied the bandage off and hovered a little way back.

“There! I told you I could do it.”

Bane didn’t seem the least bit inclined to agree or thank the droid as he made to stand up. Just then a voice interrupted him.

“That won’t do you any good.”

Crosshair jolted in surprise. It took him a moment but he soon confirmed that it was Ghost of all pople who had spoken. Bewildered, he shifted his eyes from Bane’s glare to the reg standing next to him.

“Like I said,” Ghost continued in the silence that had fallen over them, “It won’t do you any good like that.”

The three of them seemed to stop and stare at him for a while and it was the droid that broke the silence first, lurching forward with an angry whirr.

“And who are you to say that? I’ll have you know that I’ve downloaded several databanks detailing first aid and laceration treatment procedures. I know for a fact that this kind of dressing is perfectly adequate.”

Ghost shook his head. “Maybe for a regular patient. But not for a gunslinger.”

He raised a finger pointing at the bandage. “The edges tend to snag on whatever you’re holding if you wrap it like that. May I?”

He took a step towards Bane and Crosshair’s free hand shot to his weapon as his pulse picked up. Bane didn’t seem to notice, eyes trained on the clone who had approached him as his mouth twisted in and out of a scowl.

In the end he sat back down with a sneer.

“Go ahead.” He rasped derisively and Ghost took that as his cue to get to work. Crosshair’s nerves pulled taut. He kept his hand close to his rifle as he tried to figure out – though he couldn’t for the life of him – what had compelled Ghost to put himself in arms reach of the hunter.

Bane too didn’t seem to know what to think of it. His face kept alternating between confusion and mild suspicion right up until the medic was done rewrapping the bandage.

Ghost stood from where he was kneeling on the floor and watched Bane flex his hand a few times. The droid shoved past him to take a closer look and promptly let out a huff at Bane’s satisfied nod.

“Much obliged.” The hunter deigned to say though there was still an edge of suspicion to his voice. Ghost merely nodded before returning to stand at Crosshair’s side.

Crosshair kept stealing glances at him for the duration of their journey but Ghost didn’t give any indication of wanting to discuss what had happened.

Later, when they were back on Kaisel and had just received their share of the bounty – miraculously without any hiccups – Bane had pulled out a credit ingot and flicked it in Ghost’s direction.

“For your services,” the hunter had said, tipping his hat and turning to walk back to his ship, his droid trailing after with an angry glower.

“Well,” Crosshair had said then, raising an eyebrow. “aren’t you a charmer.”

Ghost stared at the gold bar for a second before flipping it into the air and catching it deftly.

“More like isn’t Bane a cheapskate,” he said and Crosshair found himself suppressing a grin once again.

After that they headed off to a shipyard to find some piece of junk to spend their credits on – the only thing they could afford for now – and it wasn’t long before they had a ship of their own. A cramped foul-smelling little rust bucket with four bunks and a functioning fresher and hyperdrive, not anywhere near up to respectable standards but functional nonetheless.

This was home now, Crosshair thought with resignation. Or at least it would have to be for the time being.

As they climbed up the steps to the inside of the ship, he took note of all the things that would have to be cleaned or patched up to be restored to working order. Ghost’s quiet footsteps behind him told him he was doing the same.

“Well, I’ve seen vode live in worse conditions,” the reg offered. Crosshair turned to see him nudging one of the ‘mattresses’ covering the bunks.

“Don’t touch that. We’re burning it.”

Ghost chuckled under his helmet.

After they’d completed their inspection and there was nothing else to be done, Crosshair finally took off his helmet and took his first breath of the ship’s air without it. Just as he suspected, it smelled even more vile without a filter.

But before he’d even thought of any way to remedy that, there was a sharp intake of breath behind him.

“You’re injured.” Ghost said, voice tight, and Crosshair shot him a glance before looking at a nearby metal surface where he could see a faint reflection of his face.

The side that had been showered with sparks when that blaster bolt had struck the crate above him was covered in small burn marks, some on their way to healing and others looking angry and raw. He examined them indifferently.

Some of those sparks must have been sizable globs of metal if they had left burns that big. A lucky angle must have let the bolt pass through and propel all that debris outward. Nevertheless, they would heal. And he told Ghost as much as he turned to head towards the front of the ship.

“Those may heal badly if you’ve left them under your helmet for so long.”

“I’ve had worse.”

He was just about to enter the cockpit when a hand grabbed his arm and spun him around, forcing him to look down into a pair of angry brown eyes.

“Sit. Down.”

Stunned into silence, Crosshair did just that, plopping into a seat bolted to the wall.

A knee-jerk reaction.

Kriff, Ghost had never been pushy like this before.

He then watched as Ghost’s expression mellowed out and he crouched down in front of Crosshair, pulling medical supplies out of the pouches at his belt and lining them up in that same methodical order Crosshair remembered from the med center.

Ghost was too preoccupied to notice. At least Crosshair hoped he was. But the moment a careful gloved hand touched his face both of his hands clutched at his knees, fingers digging painfully into the joint.

“This may hurt but we don’t want them to scar,” Ghost said in a low tone.

Warm. Comforting. Considerate.

For a wound like this? Why? Crosshair had to wonder.

Then his chin was turned to the side and he felt the light, cold daub of bacta over the burns. His grip tightened further and he was transported to the medical wing of some unnamed Imperial base, the Kaminoans’ oversized fingers twisting his head this way and that, staring at him and seeing no deeper than the surface of his skin. All the while something flickered on and off in his head like that broken light in the barracks. Something that wedged itself deeper than the pain but apparently didn’t matter enough from what he could glean.

They could fix him. It wouldn’t take too long. The wound would scar without the full course of treatment but he would be functional again, ready to serve.

And they had, fixed him. Any other minor scrape or not so minor one was treated by the medical droids with their blank voices and metal limbs.

Cold like everything else in the Empire. Even the blankets they slept under were nothing more than a play at privacy. His burn scars ached the worst on the nights it was cold. He’d been tempted to sleep during the day on Ryloth, when the sun warmed the rocks and he could see the heat haze rippling over their surface. But Rampart had eyes everywhere and Rampart expected results.

Crosshair swallowed thickly.

When was the last time someone had treated him like a human being?

The gentle touch to his face angled his head sideways and Ghost apologized for any potential discomfort.

Back in his batch Tech had been efficient in dealing with their injuries as long as they didn’t require treatment that was too advanced. He had been pragmatic about it however and so had Tinar for the duration they didn’t trust him to redress his wounds on his own. He didn’t remember that first time Ghost had done it for him, his body too sore and his mind too cluttered at the time.

“There. That should do it.” Ghost voice pulled him out of the daze. He barely held himself together while the medic gathered up his supplies and wandered off to find a place to store some of them on the ship.

He’d smiled at the end, proud perhaps of his own handiwork, but Crosshair’s mind kept circling back to the same question: When was the last time someone had treated him with such care? He put his head in his hands and let the cold feeling of bacta seep into his gloves. The image of a girl flashed through his mind but her words were tepid, overshadowed by a dark cloud so he asked himself again.

When was the last time anyone had been gentle with him?

And the answer was too long ago.

Far, far too long ago…

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Today in Pieces: severely traumatized man encounters human kindness.

#tbb #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #star wars #clone oc #original clone characters #topshot squad #pieces fic

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innytoes · 2 years

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if you’re still doing prompts, #25 from the saucy list, for the sunset curve boys? maybe it starts off as a funny haha joke but then they realize one of them is being super quiet,,,,love your ideas so much!

It had started off as a joke. They'd watched Grease together, and the next time Luke was all flirty, Alex had leaned over and said in a breathy voice: "Tell me about it, stud."

Luke had refused to answer to anything else the entire day, including in the bedroom. It had just escalated from there. Alex had proclaimed himself Your Majesty, and Reggie joked that Han Solo was a perfectly sexy nickname. (He'd very quickly backed off when Luke had done the Yoda Voice while telling him to take his clothes off, though.)

Bobby had just rolled his eyes, refusing to go along with any of it. They should have known he was only biding his time. Just when the worst of it had died down, he struck.

They'd put on a movie that had turned out to be kind of lame, so the night quickly devolved into fooling around on the couch. Luke had his tongue down Reggie's throat, pulling him back to lay down against the couch cushions. Alex rolled his eyes when Luke's heel poked him in his side, Reggie sprawled on top of him. "Really, guys?" he said, pulling away from where he'd been nipping at Bobby's lower lip.

"You try telling him no," Reggie laughed, sucking on Luke's earlobe to keep him from protesting. Luke moaned, but managed to poke Alex in his side again in retaliation, making him yelp. Bobby rolled his eyes, moving from the couch into the comfortable armchair instead.

"How about you come sit on Daddy's lap instead, Alex?" he said, smirking.

Alex groaned. "Really, dude?"

"What, that's somehow worse than Your Majesty?" Bobby shot back.

"One hundred percent," Alex said.

Luke, not one to be left out, sat up and laughed. "Loads of people are into that, Alex, it's a whole thing in porn."

"You'd know, you perv."

"Aw, come on. Don't you wanna be Daddy's good boy, Alex? Or would you rather be naughty instead?" Luke poked Alex in the side with a finger, leaning around Reggie, using him as a human shield when Alex tried to retaliate. Neither of them seemed to notice the way Reggie had gone bright red.

"Now boys, are you going to behave, or do I have to put you in time out?" Bobby smirked. "Or maybe put you over my lap instead."

"Oooh, Daddy," Luke moaned, before breaking off into giggles.

"Hey, Reg, are you okay, man?" Alex asked, finally noticing how quiet Reggie had gotten. Usually he was right there with them, joking along, but he was suddenly very silent, squirming in his seat.

"Yeah!" Reggie squeaked. "Totally fine, yeah, absolutely."

"Oh my god," Luke said gleefully. "You're totally into it, aren't you? Look at how red your face is."

"Shut up!" Reggie said, shoving at him, but not denying anything. Reggie knew he was a terrible liar, so he didn't even try anymore. Luke wrapped an arm around him so he couldn't make a break for it, hooking his chin over Reggie's shoulder.

"So Reggie has a daddy thing," Alex said, shrugging. "Called it."

"Shut up, you did not," Luke said, even though it totally made sense. Reggie groaned, burying his head in his hands.

Bobby grinned, getting up and pulling Reggie out of Luke's grip. He went, burying his face in Bobby's shoulder. "End me now," he whined. "Make it quick."

"C'mere," Bobby said, pulling Reggie back to the chair. Reggie ended up straddling him, arms wrapped around Bobby's neck, making it impossible to hide how affected he was just by Bobby's jokes alone.

"Now, are you going to be good for Daddy?" Bobby asked, voice husky and low. Reggie bit his lip, nodding even as he heard the others snicker behind him. Bobby paid them no mind, pulling Reggie in by the back of his neck and kissing him long and deep, slipping his tongue into Reggie's mouth. Reggie whimpered, letting him take what he wanted, relaxing against him. When they finally parted, they were both breathless.

"Good boy," Bobby whispered, enjoying the way Reggie shivered.

"Okay," came a strangled voice from the couch. "That was pretty hot."

#bobbyxreggie #bobbyxlukexreggiexalex #polycurve #fanfic #I wrote a thing #bobby shaw #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #never going to pass up an opportunity for Reggie and His Daddy Kink okay #yes the other two were very quickly convinced after that display #alex: wow the guy who has a major crush on julie and willie's dad has a daddy kink whoever would have thought /deadpan

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The Crazy Coruscant Guardsmen

Or: Havoc Squadron (my OC clone squadron) and Captain Shay (also mine)

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Stitches | Havoc Squadron's medic. He suffers from split personality disorder due to severe traumatic stress, the other personality prefers Freakshow. Stitches is the only even tempered medic in the Coruscant Guard, he's never seen outside of their medical bay unless it's for a riot or a fight at 79's that needs all hands on deck. He got his name from the many stitch tattoos lining his body and armor. (A GAR myth says that Freakshow got his own name for a similar, if not darker reason.) He has a military cut.

Shay | Havoc Squadron's Leader. He is also even tempered and is often the most rational one. He can often times be found at Fox's right hand side when Thorn, Thire, Stone, and Hound are not. Shay has a missing left leg from the knee down due to a pipe bomb. His whole left side is scarred for the same reason. His hair is shaved due to patches not growing back. His armor is a blank white to spite the rest of the GAR.

Crossbones | Havoc Squadron's sniper. Can and will kill anyone who even remotely makes anyone in Technical support sad or scared. Has actually done so. The senator's body has yet to be found and no evidence can be traced back to Bones. Is patient but easily angered. Hair is shaved at the sides while top is shoulder length and braided. His right eye is pure white after a bounty hunter shot him through his own scope. He has a prosthetic eye like Wolffe, though he doesn't tell anyone but the medics and techs. His armor is pure white, as he also does it out of spite.

Error | Havoc Squadron's sane Twin. Is one half of the Terror Twin set. He is the calm, serious one. He and his twin Sevens have often swapped armor with each other as a game. No one in the GAR is able to tell the difference. And only a few Jedi have been around them long enough know who is who. Everyone in the Guard can tell, even when Error is behaving like Sevens and vice versa. Both have a military cut. Physical difference between them is scars on their backs in the form of their CT numbers: CT-7585 (Error) & CT-7777 (Sevens).

Sevens | Havoc Squadron's chaotic Twin. The real reason the two are named the Terror Twins. He pulls pranks, causes trouble at random points for random people. Even himself if he feels that the Guard need a good laugh. As said, the two look similar outside of scars on their backs. Sevens can and will make it look like the force itself caused you to fall into a pile of Tooka osik. He even pranked the Chancellor so bad, the raisin man had to be put in a hospital for a month. Sevens is proud to say no one has caught him for that. Not even the Golden Boy, Skywalker.

Josey | Havoc Squadron's female Lieutenant. Yes, you read it right, she is a she. Not trans, before you ask. The long necks just decided she wasn't defective. And anyone who says otherwise needs to be kicked or punched in their most painful place. Josey is basically Queen of the Guard. She is also Buir Jos to the Shinies. She is kind but takes no osik. Has a nasty left hook and right kick (men will feel her wrath.). She has waist length hair and sharp golden eyes. (Is secretly a bookworm and nerd.) Has bright pink armor. Yes she knows it means respect, but pink also sends "don't Kark with me" vibes.

Chalk | Havoc Squadron's Bad Batcher. He wasn't added to the Bad Batch due to Wrecker. Chalk also just decided he liked his not-so-regular-regs more than anyone that was similar to him. He is quiet, calculating, and cunning. Often times using his size to fool someone into thinking he is stupid. Same strength as Wrecker as they are from the same set of clones used for enhanced strength. Dread locked hair down to his shoulders. Deep Maroon armor. His power is no joke. He is also Stitches' emotional support human. He can often be found squished in the medical bay, acting as a silent sentry and guard.

Puppy | Havoc Squadron's pilot. He got his name because Hound got to him first. Before Puppy was switched to Havoc's care after too many close calls with rabid animals during patrol. Multi colored hair. As in, rainbow. Happy go lucky, would never hurt a fly. Unless it came to Josey or Fox. He will kill all for his Buire. And no one would even know it was him. Is completely numb to pain in his legs due to animal bites.

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My brain ran away from me. I am sad now.

It is Havoc Squadron's craziness that saves the galaxy from raisin man. Sevens and Puppy didn't know the Chancellor was deadly allergic to shellfish! Honest! And Stitches had been busy with Sevens and Error's latest set of pranks to the command staff. So he couldn't help, even the other medics were busy!

XD it ran away again!

#ocs #random #oc #original au #mun talk #clone ocs #corries #coruscant guard #star wars the clone wars #no order 66 #female clone

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flowerbarrel-art · 2 years

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~ PuffballsUnited, InnerSloth, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Previous chapter

Got in another vicious cycle of over-agonizing and editing, so I finally just decided to upload and stop worrying about it.

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“…no, I’m sure you did all you could. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I know…still.”

“He looks better.”

“Yes. Luckily he’s improving. But he will be weak for some time.”

Terrence slowly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure approaching. He blinked a few times, but his vision stayed blurry.

“It’s alright. Don’t move.”

Terrence finally recognized the voice as Galeforce’s.

“We’ve just come to take Victoria back to base,” Galeforce said.

Terrence looked wearily around, his vision clearing enough for him to make out Victoria standing next to him.

“Well, see you back at base sometime,” she said.

Terrence tried to speak, but something was stopping him.

“Don’t talk,” Doctor Vin said. “Get some rest.” She moved closer, lifted his left hand, and frowned.

“Everything alright?” Galeforce asked.

“May still be some internal bleeding…apologies, General, but I need to take care of this.”

“Of course. We’ll speak again before we leave…”

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Terrence was jostled painfully awake suddenly, the boat rocking more roughly than usual.

He squinted, trying to spot something in the dark, but couldn’t make anything out.

Then he heard heavy footsteps outside the room, and he jolted when the door slammed open. There was a moment of silence as the intruder stood in the doorway, their profile darkened by the moon shining behind them.

“What are you doing?” Doctor Vin demanded, shoving her way past the intruder. “This is my patient’s room, and he needs rest. If you need help, I have other rooms. Please leave.”

The intruder pushed her aside.

Light suddenly flooded the room, and Terrence shut his eyes tightly. He grimaced when he felt his right arm being lifted.

“Step back and leave immediately,” Doctor Vin ordered.

“What is this?”

Terrence’s eyes shot open, and he finally got a good look at the person’s red hair and wide-brimmed hat.

“You gave him cybernetics?”

Terrence felt cold as he looked down at his arm. Everything above his elbow was bandaged, but everything below was metal.

He stared at it, panic now burning in the pit of his stomach.

“There are still plenty of supplies to cover your repairs,” Doctor Vin said. “He needed them.”

“Wh…when….?” Terrence whispered. “…why…”

“Laurent, I’m so sorry,” Doctor Vin said quietly. “I meant to break this to you more slowly.”

Right’s cybernetic eye glowed, and Terrence shut his eyes as the light made his head hurt.

“You changed your name, Suave? Now that’s cute.”

“What are you talking about?”Doctor Vin asked.

“You can’t fool me,” Right chuckled, his hand moving to Terrence’s throat. “You know what my cybernetics can do. You must’ve known I’d find out.”

Terrence squirmed as the metal hand tightened around his neck.

“To think I just came to look for Smith,” Right said. “I’ll be able to finish the job for Reg.”

“If you don’t leave,” Doctor Vin said in a low tone, “I will deactivate your cybernetics and call for backup. You’ll be helpless.”

Terrence shakily looked at her to see her holding a remote.

“Is that so?” Right asked, turning his head.

“V-Vin…” Terrence wheezed, “j-just…l-let…him…”

Right looked sharply down at Terrence, loosening his grip a bit.

“You’ll let me kill you?”

“If…you…l-leave h-her…a-alone…a-and….S-Smith…”

“Really.” Right narrowed his eyes. “You’ll let me. I could kill you even if you weren’t in this condition.”

“…h-his…f-family…n-needs…him…” Terrence stuttered.

“His family?” Right murmured.

“Just…take me…” Terrence gasped. “…N-No one…else…”

Right was quiet for a moment; then he narrowed his eyes.

“You should be begging for your life,” he muttered.

“…I-it’s…n-not much…” Terrence coughed.

“You’re a traitor in the way of Reg’s leadership,” Right growled. “You killed dozens of us and almost drove the Clan into the ground. And now you’re with the government. I should kill you for that alone.”

Right leaned closer.

“How much have you told them?” he demanded.

“N-nothing…they didn’t…know…” Terrence stammered. “Right, look at me…I can’t fight…just…leave Vin and Smith alone…please.”

Right glowered down at him, then sighed.

“I’d rather not be around when the military shows up,” Right muttered. “And you’ve already called them, haven’t you, Doctor?”

“Don’t lay a hand on him again,”Doctor Vin said, her eyes narrowed. “If you do, you’ll have to look elsewhere for treatment. And keep this in mind: it is my responsibility to help, but I do not have to put up with any ill treatment. Do you know I would have saved you regardless of your Chief’s threats?”

Right lessened his grip around Terrence’s throat and looked away. Terrence took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I won’t tolerate you harming my patients,” Doctor Vin continued. “Any history between you two doesn’t concern me. So what shall it be, Right Hand Man?”

Doctor Vin pressed lightly down on the button.

“Fine,” Right sighed, folding his arms. “I only came here to bring Smith back and get repairs.”

Right shot Terrence a look.

“I don’t know why you thought I’d hurt him,” he growled. “I wanted to take him home before he was forced to tell the government anything. Smith’s not to blame for this, but you’re still a traitor, and you’ll always be a failure.”

Right turned and briskly walked away.

“Right,” Doctor Vin said firmly. “You haven’t been careful, and you haven’t fully recovered. Follow me.”

“You’ll help me?” Right muttered.

“Long as you maintain this level of civility,” Doctor Vin said firmly. “I will be done before military arrives.”

Right hesitated a moment, then straightened and strode out of the room.

Once he’d gone, Doctor Vin hurried over to Terrence.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

Terrence nodded weakly, then began to cough hard, and dark spots began to appear in his vision.

“Easy, easy…” Doctor Vin said urgently.

Terrence felt her slip something over his head, and felt small puffs of air against his face. His vision cleared and the pain began to fade.

“I won’t be long,” Doctor Vin said. “When he’s gone, I will come check on you.”

Terrence gave a quiet mumble in response, then closed his eyes.

He lay there for a while, shivering slightly and listening hard.

After a while he started to drift off, but stirred when he heard footsteps approaching. A hand touched his arm and he jolted.

“It’s alright,” Doctor Vin whispered. “It’s me.”

Terrence opened his eyes to see her sitting at his bedside.

“I’ve given you some more pain medication,” she said. “It should help you feel better soon.”

Terrence managed a grateful nod.

“Can you speak?”

He shook his head.

“It’s alright,” Doctor Vin said. “Just rest now.”

Terrence nodded, and she gave him a mournful look.

“I…I apologize. You weren’t supposed to find out like that.”

Terrence looked at her in confusion, then slowly glanced down at his right arm.

“A team from military is on their way,” Doctor Vin told him. “I’ve got supplies waiting at base, so I will be going back as well.”

Terrence looked at her in surprise and relief, and she gave him a faint smile.

“I’m not a bluffing woman,” she murmured. “Is safer for you to be moved now. I was able to send Right away, but I realized how much trouble we’d be in if Wall found us.”

“Did they…hurt you?” Terrence rasped faintly.

“No,” Doctor Vin said. “But they were not kind. Toppats told me they’d protect me, but I’ve been able to protect myself so far.” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “It would be much more difficult persuading Wall to leave us alone. Lucky there was U.S. aircraft carrier near us.”

Terrence closed his eyes.

“…s-so…sorry,” he managed to whisper.

“Terrence…it is over.”

Doctor Vin draped another blanket over him, then put a hand on his good shoulder.

“Rest,” she told him softly. “They’ll be here early tomorrow morning.”

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