jegulus | mature | 5.8k words | for @static-radio-ao3 happy birthday darling i love youuuu <333
“Regulus.”
Oh, he is going to kill someone, perhaps himself, Regulus thinks, as he meets the eyes of the man behind the counter, the man who had just spoken his name in that cold, unfeeling tone, the man who used to speak it as if he were prying open an oyster and finding a precious pearl in every syllable.
This is not happening. This is not supposed to be happening. Regulus had planned specifically so that this would not happen. He frowns, “Why are you here?”
“What do you mean why am I here?” James scoffs, “This is my job. Of course I’m here.”
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in which minor tragedy befalls regulus' nice winter coat, amongst other earth-shattering happenings
not sure what you’ve already answered so please just hit me w whichever one you would like xxxx i’ll hang onto every word you say, as always
hiiiii kara my darling <33 thank you for asking <33
💭 what description(s) are you most proud of?
i really like this part from talking on the ride home:
“Regulus?” Sirius asks again when the silence has filled every corner of the room.
It has crawled under the wooden floorboards, even the one that creaks. It sticks to the walls, to the pictures he has hanging on them. It has worked its way in between the books on his bedside table, pages dog-eared and spines cracked.
this part from mariah carey, mistletoe and other christmas cliches
Hope, just a sliver of it, crawls through the gap under the door and sits in the room with them.
and this part from light as a ghost:
It feels wrong, somehow, that James looks so alive sometimes. Regulus wants to reach out and touch. Taste. Draw James’ tongue into his own mouth until he has memorized the acidity of his laughter. Bite down and make him bleed just to prove that James can bleed.
mil @static-radio-ao3 and i have been doing some deep thinking about our dear pete.......
primarily, we decided that he grew up w a lot of siblings, in a middle class family who lived on a farmhouse in the countryside with a wood nearby that they all spent a lot of time exploring. constant muddy wellies and scabbed knees from climbing trees and splashing about in the stream. the chaos of a busy house that's filled w love. think nanny mcphee, swallows and amazons, lost boys vibes
peter is the second oldest. and he's basically a mischievous little woodland sprite. like he's incredibly cherubic-looking and generally thought to be a ‘lovely, polite young man’, old ladies loooove to pinch his cheeks, but he's got this glint in his eye that's just a little too sharp, his laughter a little too mean, his pranks a little too cruel. and he's always up to one trick or another, plotting some mischief with one of his siblings.
when he gets to hogwarts and meets the other marauders, he's the one with that trickster experience, like actually who would the others have been pranking before hogwarts yk...... so i like to think that maybe pete was the one who set them off on their mischief and mayhem path, bc he loves having co-conspirators when he plays his silly little tricks on people. (also mil and i've decided that he and peeves got along swimmingly, and that pete was the one to convince the marauders to go into the forbidden forest the first time, and that he was very good at finding hidden corridors and rooms x)
but. at the end of the day. our peter is always more loyal to himself than to anyone else. he enjoys being a part of a group, and really it's all he's ever known (w his siblings, and then the marauders, and then later the death eaters) but when all is said and done, he's always going to put himself first and do what would best serve him.
and we don't think his betrayal of his friends was some huge premeditated thing. it's this kinda spur of the moment, whimsical, childlike impulsivity. and he sees a chance to get in w this new group - a group that's clearly powerful, and let's face it defo winning the war at that point - and be a part of Something and prove a point and Show Them All and he doesn't really fully think through what his actions mean....... which ofc leaves so much beautiful, interesting room for regret!!!!!
like. telling voldemort the potter's address is such an abstract kind of thing. he's not the one physically murdering them. so i think the realisation of what's he's done and what he's lost wouldn't really sink in until after he's cut off a finger and framed sirius and run away to live as a rat. direct quote from mil bc i think it's perfect: he comes down from the high of having won and he doesn't quite know what he's won but he doesn't have anyone to tell, anyone who will pat him on the back and ruffle his hair.
stage w no audience. yk the vibe. he’s won, he's proved Something, but there's nobody left to celebrate w him. he's lost something incredibly vital to him, the best years of his life. he hasn't got a Group anymore... and that's ultimately a part of why he eventually goes to bring voldemort back bc that's the only group he has left after everything. even if mil and i decided that at least one of his siblings should still be alive :)
also, before he brings back voldemort, his stay w the weasleys. a very similar vibe to the pettigrew household growing up and peter chooses to stay there w them for twelve years. bc it's comfortable and painful and maybe a form of denial or punishment or desperate longing for something that has long slipped away.......
anyway, i've only known him for two days but he is infinitely precious to me :))
it's still new hat, don't worry <33 i did 17 here already but
3. Favorite musical artist/group you started listening to this year?
chappell roan! i had listened to red wine supernova last year bc @spacexcowgirl mentioned it in her fame fic, but for some reason didn't keep up with her music!! lame of me!! but i love love love the rise and fall of a midwest princess!!
kara my darling!!! happy birthday <33 truly wishing you the most wonderful gorgeous amazing day because it's absolutely what you deserve <33 love you so very dearly!!!
THANK YOU MIL!!!! I LOVE YOUUU!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!! <333333
