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Writer of fanfics and lover of Mauraders || Regulus Black owns a peice of my soul || Shey/They :)

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Little Epiphanies - Part 17

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t’s funny how much nearly losing everything you love can do to a person.  You see your life flash before your eyes, and you see not only the things that made your life worth living but also the many regrets that have plagued your over the years.  That night brought James and Lily closer together than ever, but also farther away.  Little regrets built up into something bigger, and Lily confided to James just a few days after that she couldn’t keep lying to herself.  She had told him that she loves Harry and she loves James — but she also loves Mary, a dream she regrets not chasing.  And James just smiled and told her, “then go chase it.”

They’re best friends now, and Harry takes turns spending the days with his mums or with his dad.  James, for his part, lives with Sirius and Remus.  After loosing Peter and Regulus, Sirius became insistent on keeping the people he loved the most beside him at all times, at all costs.  They became a curious, mismatched family, but a family nonetheless: Lily and Mary, Remus and Sirius, James and Harry.  A family of as much peace as they could find, and so, so much love.

After Regulus died, his final will and testament was carried out.  Being the heir of the Black family after Walburga and Orion had disowned Sirius, he had inherited 12 Grimmauld Place as well as the large Black fortune at Gringotts.  Most went to Sirius: the house at Grimmauld and much of the fortune.  To everyone’s surprise, a large portion of the fortune also went to Harry, with a note to James that asked him to use it such that Harry could have the happiest life possible.  A Slytherin locket, a rather strange trinket that produced a dark and ominous aura, went to Remus — accompanied by a simple note that read:

Remus,

I know you and I never knew each other well, but I always admired you — your confidence, your bravery, your resilience, and your wit.  Maybe in another life we could have been friends.  I know you of all people will be able to solve this puzzle if I can’t.  The locket is a Horcrux — Voldemort’s Horcrux.  For all I know, there are at least two more.  They must be destroyed.  

I trust you.  With this, and with my brother.  Take care of him for me.

R.A.B.

Remus had cried when he read the note, smiling slightly, shaking his head every once in a while.  Sirius had shattered, sobbing uncontrollably, curled up into a ball on the couch of their flat.  After Regulus’ will had been carried out, he didn’t move off that couch for days.  They couldn’t get him to speak to them, or even to eat.  He just sat there, crying, whispering, “Reggie, Reggie, Reggie — why — Reggie, I love you Reggie — come back — please —”

Even after they finally got him off the couch, when they finally got him to eat again, Sirius was never the same.  He put on a bright facade for his friends — for his family — but a little bit of him was broken inside.  After seven months he was mostly healed, mostly Sirius again, but a little part of him died with Regulus that day.  

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[phantomghoulshaze]

Hey! I get the need for distractions, so here’s some jegulus hcs and aus incoming!!

I definitely hc that James has trouble being sad around others. He just feels this compulsive need to be bright and sunny and optimistic all the time, so when he feels even the tiniest bit sad, he hides away from society. Regulus is the only one who he feels comfortable being sad around, because he knows Reg will be honest and supportive and plain with him because that’s just Reg. he doesn’t have to be afraid of judgment because Reg judged him all the time anyway. Somehow that vulnerability makes it feel strangely safe.

Reg, on the other hand, has trouble being happy around others. He’s just had such a history of people hurting him when he’s happy, and taking away everything he loves. Intentionally or not. His parents, his own brother. He sees happiness and joy as a vulnerability. James is the first person he allows himself to be happy, like genuinely happy, around. Something about his seemingly constant joy, and his naive demeanour, makes Reg feel strangely safe.

As for AUs, I do a lot of classic mythology and original fairy tale inspired AUs. Also also, I do TTPD inspired AUs too! Always happy to chat about any of these and more if you’re needing a distraction.

Sending hugs.

AAAAAAA I love this and I think about it all the time :(

James being so convinced he needs to hold everyone together but reg is the one person who sees RIGHT through it instantly and managing to draw him out of his shell

I'm also in love with the idea of James managing to get Reg to smile even when he's trying to hard to stay stony cold, he just feels so safe around him and it's infuriating but also everything he's ever needed

The TTPD au thing made me go :0 bc I literally just started a Jegulus au based on it and if felt like that Spider-Man meme

And thank you so much for being so sweet! You're so lovely I can't function, tysm for sending this in

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Absolutely! As I said, always happy to chat. I’d love to hear about your hcs and aus as well :]

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I’m being attacked by a turtle shaped, cucumber throwing giraffe and I’m not sure my next steps. Any advice?

Counter-attack with Hot Cheetos! They're a giraffe's natural predator!

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Hot cheetos have successfully defeated the giraffe! Good thinking. Only the cheetos are still hungry and are going chomp chomp after my shoes next. What now?

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kinda wanna start a tag game…

Tell me what The Group Chat name is.

I’ll start. It’s testicle chickens Yep. Idk the backstory to it. No one does. That’s just what it is lol.

some more group chat name highlights: God🔛🔝🤝, the murder clan, Wifey threesom 💍💕✨

@julia-lokidottier @bloopf1sh @anxious-alyssia @star-dust-shark @frankie--the--fox @itsbitter @kickbutts-singsongs @evilbookworm @galaxysplove @your-local-bi-guy @itsgirlcraft @planetahmane @animentality @space--ace @galaxys-universe

Atp I’m tagging anyone I can remember at the moment. Please tell me if you don’t wanna be tagged by me. I’d rather not keep bothering you lol :)

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Wifey Threesom💍💕✨

The Murder Clan

Welcone to hell😈

BDE

Lunchies (photo of Obama with a Bald Eagle)

tags: @ieatglowsticks @ll-until-the-very-end-ll @bluebooks1 @short-insomniacs07 @junos-ocean-galaxy @my-castles-crumbling @aesthetic-writer18 and any others

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I’m not really in any group chats currently (barely any of my friends know each other/interact)

I was in one called “The Cult Of Kermit (Kermit the frog)” and “✨✨✨✨”

Open tags

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a chicken a pig and a cereal killer

open tags

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I've been so busy that I actually haven't read any fic for months.

I started a new one today.

And... holy shit

That's what I needed, my brain has been feed.

Jegulus monster has been maximized

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No but this is so true though! I was so busy with uni that I didn’t have a chance to touch jegulus for a month.

I had no idea jegulus solves my depression.

Literally cured me.

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Little Epiphanies - Part 16

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Breaking News: Ex-Death Eater Regulus Black Is Cleared of All Charges after Sacrificing Himself to Save The Boy Who Lived — Harry Potter!

In a recent attack on the Potter family at Godric’s Hollow, Ex-Death Eater Regulus Black, who had been presumed dead for over a year, appeared as a hero, allegedly saving the young Harry Potter from You-Know-Who himself.  Although how he saved the child from a Killing Curse is currently still a mystery, the heroic act not only saved the potential Chosen One, but also deprived He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of his powers.  Since the attack, You-Know-Who has not been sighted, and all Death Eater raids on both wizard and muggle homes have ceased completely.  The Potter family and many other brave wizards who fought You-Know-Who that night are currently recovering in St. Mungo’s, where the nation’s best healers have given confident confirmation that they will all survive the attack.  All other wizards who had been at Godric’s Hollow that night give no comment.  In a recent public announcement, Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizenmagot, cleared Regulus Black of all criminal charges in light of his actions during the recent attack.  “None of us could do what Regulus Black did,” Dumbledore spoke in his speech, “it took bravery that none of us had, and opportunities that none of us were willing to take.  No-one can deny that many of the actions that Regulus Black took prior to this event were immoral and against the law, but, just as well, no-one can deny that those very actions brought him to the moment where he chose to be noble — where he chose to do the one thing none of us could.  He must be remembered as a hero.”

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Little Epiphanies - Part 15

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James saw the second flash of green from where he lay, petrified on the grass, tears rolling down his cheeks.  If it had just been one flash then he could have had hope.  Hope that it had been Regulus who cast the Killing Curse and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named who collapsed with a crash as the green light glowed through the shut curtains of the nursery.  But with the second flash he knew that Regulus was dead, and so was Harry.  Little Harry.  Light of his life.  It was all over.  You-Know-Who got what he wanted, the prophesied child was dead, and he would have his way with James and Lily and Remus and Sirius and that would be the end of it.  And so James cried silently on the lawn, awaiting his death.

But then he heard a howl, the ear piercing scream of a pained man.  Then a crash.  Then the cracks of apparition around him.

The other members of the Order had arrived — all was not lost.  It was Dumbledore who unparalyzed him, helping him up while blocking the incoming spells from the Death Eaters surrounding them.  But James didn’t spare Dumbledore another glance.  Instead he ran, as fast as his legs could take him, through the open backdoor, up the stairs, towards the nursery.

Hope.

Hope.

Hope.

He cashed through the doorway just as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named turned from a body on the floor to a cloud of smoke — the shape of a screaming face — which crashed through the window and flew into the darkness of the night with a deafening shriek.  

And there in the middle of the crib was Harry.  Little Harry.  His son.  Looking up at him with a curious look on his face, as if asking: ‘Where have you been all this time, Papa?’

James let out a happy laugh, tears rolling down his face, and picked up his son, unharmed save for a curious lightning bolt scar on his forehead.  He buried his face in his son’s messy mop of black hair, kissing him and hugging him and laughing in relief.  Because Harry was alive.

And then he saw Regulus, his skin impossibly paler, grey eyes eerily vacant.  But he was smiling, something James had never seen before, even in the years of their childhood as he watched Regulus from the other side of the Great Hall.  Regulus had died happy, and it was in that moment that James new that what Regulus did, whatever it was the he did, had saved Harry.  

Regulus had saved Harry.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice faint, as he smiled through tears, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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Little Epiphanies - Part 14

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Voldemort had killed before.  Many times.  He had spoke that same incantation just whispered by Regulus six times before.  He knew the feeling it caused, the sudden wracking through his chest as his soul split, ripping out of his body in search of a new host.  It was a cursed incantation, the darkest of dark magic.  But in the mist of a dead Regulus Black collapsing to the floor, the green flash dissipating, the screams of his Death Eaters just outside, he managed to miss that feeling in his chest.  He managed not to notice as a piece of his soul left him, latching on to the only other living creature in the room.  He failed to notice as the prophesied child gurgled loudly in his crib, shivering as the Dark Lord’s shattered soul entered him.  An accidental horcrux — and the only thing that saved Harry Potter than night.

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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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Little Epiphanies - Part 13

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When he gets to Harry, crying in the crib, Voldemort is already there. 

“Leave me Regulus,” he commands, “the boy is mine to kill.”

“I’m not leaving,” Regulus replied, smoothly slipping between Voldemort and the child, “if you’re going to kill him, you’ll have to go through me.”

A look of surprise flashed across Voldemort’s face, “Regulus?  A traitor?  How the tables have turned.” He raised his wand, startlingly bone white against his hand, “But if you insist —”

Regulus turned then, looking reproachfully at the small boy squirming in the crib.  He was never one for children, but something about Harry made him smile.

“You look like your father,” he whispered, and Harry made a cute little gurgling sound through tears.

Regulus smiled again, tears trickling down his cheeks.  Because in the presence of no-one but a manic terrorist and this innocent little boy, he could allow himself to cry.  

Maybe I another life, I could have loved you.  

Maybe in another life, you could have loved me back.

The incantation left his lips as nothing but a hoarse whisper.  He knew the words all too well — words he shouldn’t have known in a world that wasn’t as cursed as the one he lived in.  And the last thing he saw was a flash of green light and Harry’s little pudgy face grinning up at him.

“Avada Kedavra!” 

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Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.

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I am taking a survey...

Fic writers, like this if you sometimes reread your own content just because.

Reblog if you then get surprised by your writing in either a positive OR a negative way. (or both)

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okay people I need some help here - does anyone know if there’s a ship name for Barty x Sirius? I’m writing a fic and I’m wondering if there’s already a ship name or not… let me know!!

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Little Epiphanies - Part 12

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Regulus slipped out of sight, a familiar face to many of the Death Eaters, and bolted towards the back door of the house.  James caught his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“Let me go, James, I’m going in — your son is in there — they’ll kill him if I don’t get there soon enough,” his voice came out strained, tired, and ultimately, more scared than he had ever sounded before.  He spared a glance at Sirius, passed out on the road, Remus by his side.

“I —” James stuttered, obviously shocked by the prospect of a former Death Eater on the way to save his son, “— Okay,” he said finally, “Let’s go, the back door is —”

“Petrificus Totalus!”

He was caught in a sudden full body-bind, falling on his back in the grass, Regulus over him with his wand raised.

“I’m sorry James,” he tells him, “But it’s suicide, I can’t let you —” He pauses, eyes glistening.

“I love you, James.  I always have,” he whispers, and then he’s gone, crashing through the back door and running up the stairs to the nursery.

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Little Epiphanies - Part 11

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In the years that followed, Sirius wished he had said something then, a confirmation, a kind word that let his brother know he loved him, always had and always will.  But instead he just watched his brother rise — as he winced at the gash in his shoulder and the bruises Sirius left him with minutes earlier — not even thinking to respond to what had been Regulus’ first heartfelt words to him in years.

After all, Sirius was always the last to think, and Regulus was the last to feel.

The cracks of apparition surrounded them then, smoke clouding the air, figures in black cloaks and masks emerging, wands raised.  Hexes and curses were fired, the peaceful night air suddenly filled with flashes of light.  Sirius got hit early on — he had thrown himself at the Death Eaters the very second they appeared.  Because Regulus was always the first to know, but Sirius was the first to act.  He was hit with a cutting hex, nearly costing him his leg.  Remus stayed with him, blocking as many spells as he could in a vain attempt to protect Sirius, who was bleeding out on the road.  He took a few Death Eaters down, hitting them with a well timed stun, but it wasn’t enough.  Soon he was on the ground beside Sirius, a slice across his chest.

They got Lily next.  She had been running back towards the house, blocking every spell, shooting stun after stun.  It took Voldemort in the end to take her down — a Crutiatus Curse that left her sprawled on the front lawn.  She thought it was over then, that she would die at her home, trying to protect her son.  But none of the Death Eaters spared her a second glance; the priority was the boy.

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Little Epiphanies - Part 10

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“You’re lying!” Sirius croaked, but he sounded unsure, “You have to be lying, you have to —”

“Sirius, you have everything I ever wanted,” Regulus’ voice was unsteady, the earlier manic mirth now gone, “It’s always the way it is; I’ve come to terms with that now, when I want something, you get it.  I just thought —” his voice cracks and he turns away because Regulus does not cry, lest not in front of his perfect older brother, “— I thought that I could at least stop you from losing your perfect life, if I couldn’t have it myself.”

Sirius looks at him, dumbfounded, trying to piece together the innocent brother he knew, the murderous brother he thought he knew, and the brother bleeding out on the pavement right in front of of him.

“But I’m too late, it doesn’t matter,” Regulus looked down at the body beside him, Peter’s cold and lifeless eyes staring up at the dark sky overhead, “he had already allowed The Dark Lord entry into the Fidelus Charm before I killed him, it’s likely that we will all be dead before the night is through.”

Sirius continued to stare at his little brother.  Always the first to know but the last to act.  Beside him, Lily held James as he sobbed quietly, whispering a sort of chant of ‘Harry’ and ‘Lily’ and ‘Sirius’ under his breath.  

“I —” Regulus stopped, breaking a little under the weight of honesty he never allowed himself to have, “— I just wanted to make sure you didn’t die thinking badly of me,” he looked up then, meeting Sirius’ confused gaze, “I hope that’s not too much to ask.”

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Little Epiphanies - Part 9

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“What?” Sirius had whispered then, “No.  It couldn’t have been, you’re lying, you —”

“Check his arm”

“What?”

“Check his arm,” repeated Regulus, insistently, “You think I’m lying?  Then check his arm.” 

There was an awkward pause then, three friends looking down at the fourth part of their soul, dead on the pavement, all of them not daring to move.   

It was Lily that finally checked, pulling up Peter’s left sleeve to reveal the mark: a skull and twisted snake, etched into his forearm like a curse.

“No,” Sirius breathed, “No, it can’t be, you — you marked him!” He accused, “You put that mark on him, you —”

“You really think I went out of my way to mark your friend and kill him just to hurt you?”

“You —” Sirius broke for a second time, collapsing in a wave of tears, still held by Remus.

Remus, for his part, felt as though he couldn’t breathe, the weight of Sirius in his arms seeming to be the only thing keeping him upright.

“He’s the secret keeper — your secret keeper,” Regulus glanced at James, “He boasted about how much you trusted him to The Dark Lord at the last meeting, that’s how I know.”

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