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“Mr. Black!”

Regulus froze.

He turned, shoulders drawn tight beneath his coat. A woman in sleek navy robes with a press badge clipped to her chest pushed past a half-hearted security ward with a quick flick of her wand.

She smiled. “Regulus Black, isn’t it? Mind if I ask you a few questions? Just a minute of your time—”

“I don’t do interviews,” Regulus said curtly, already stepping back.

“But the fans are dying to know more about the man behind the legend,” she pressed, stepping in his path. “What’s it like, being married to James Potter? Is he as wild at home as he is on the field?”

Regulus’ stomach twisted.

She laughed at her own innuendo. “Is he competitive? Messy? Or does he practice catching things around the house just for fun?”

He didn’t answer. He was trying to breathe—trying to remember how to breathe through the sudden thundering in his ears. He hated this. He hated being seen. He was never meant to be a public figure, even in marriage. James understood that. James promised.

But the woman wasn’t done.

“Come on, just one detail. Where’d you two meet? Is it true he chased you for years? Or that he proposed midair? Was it a Quidditch ball or a ring he tossed you first?”

Regulus flinched, like she’d thrown it at him now. The crowd behind them blurred—cheering, chanting, whistling, calling James’ name like he was a god.

He was going to throw up. Or hex someone.

And then like magic James appeared:

“Oi! That’s enough!”

The voice cut through everything. James.

Regulus turned, relief hitting like a gust of wind.

James was still in half his gear—pads undone, gloves hanging from one hand, hair a chaotic mess from the wind and the win. He was flushed with victory and still flying high, but the moment his eyes landed on Regulus, everything softened.

He didn’t even look at the reporter.

He walked straight to Regulus.

“Sorry,” he said, not even breathless, not even pretending. “My husband doesn’t give interviews. He barely gives me answers, and I’ve been trying for a decade.”

Regulus’ laugh was small, but real. He felt James’ fingers skim the back of his hand, the smallest touch. The only one he needed.

The reporter opened her mouth again, undeterred. “James, just one—”

James turned, all charm now sharpened to steel. “No.”

It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t loud. But it ended the conversation.

He reached for Regulus properly then, tugging him close by the waist, arm slung so securely it felt like armor.

“Let’s go home,” James murmured, forehead resting briefly against Regulus’ temple. “I left the champagne chilling and the bed unmade.”

Regulus didn’t reply. Just nodded. Let himself be led past the flash of cameras, the calls of teammates and fans. Let himself breathe again.

It was only once they were safely past the warded doors, walking the empty corridor toward the locker rooms, that he spoke.

“You unmade the bed on purpose.”

James grinned. “Of course I did.”

Regulus looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes. “I hate that they talk to me like that. I hate that they think being your husband means I owe them anything.”

James’ expression gentled. “You don’t. You never have. You know that, yeah?”

“I know,” Regulus murmured. “It’s just... overwhelming.”

James pulled him closer, walking slower now, dragging them both to a stop beside a bench.

He kissed Regulus’ cheek—soft, warm, grounding. “I play for the world,” he said. “But I fly for you. And I’d give up the whole damn stadium if it meant you never had to flinch again.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but they were glassy. “You’re dramatic.”

James shrugged. “You married me anyway.”

A beat. Then Regulus said, “I’ll unmake the bed next time.”

James’ smile turned wicked. “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

percy: im passing the phone to someone who literally gave me grey hair after getting herself kidnapped at the ripe age of 13 making me go get her

annabeth:…im passing the phone to someone who got kidnapped and went missing for 7 months at the RIPE AGE of 16 and now has to wear an air tag on his camp necklace so he doesn’t get lost

percy:……im passing the phone to someone with abandonment issues

annabeth:…….im passing the phone to someone who uses humor to deal with the extreme trauma he lived through as a young tween

percy:………..im passing the phone to someone who’s literal mom is the goddess of wisdom yet she can’t read or spell

annabeth: im passing the phone to someone with daddy issues

percy: im passing the phone with daddy AND mommy issues

annabeth: IM PASSING THE PHONE TO SOMEONE-

grover: guys can i please have my phone back please i just want to ft my girlfriend please

i just love that their all friends and that that is what is first and foremost no matter that percy and annabeth are dating they were besties first so their silly and they’re annoying and i love them as a trio

Queen Dorcas has arrived 😌💚

It feels like someone’s missing….

14 year old James who moved on from his crush on Lily to be absolutely besotted by Regulus Black.

15 year old James who managed to finally get Regulus to like him back, maybe even love.

16 year old James who pocketed the marauders map and put on his invisibility cloak to go meet Regulus in the depths of the night.

16 year old James who never told Sirius or his friends about him because Regulus was not yet ready to face his brother.

16 year old Regulus who falls deeper into the trenches with the absolute void that was James. He couldnt help it, James' whole presence required you to be absorbed within him.

17 year old James, spending his days worrying about how to talk to Sirius about him falling in love with his brother.

17 year old Regulus who is forced to join the death eaters by his family.

17 year old Regulus who loves James so much, that he doesnt have the heart to watch James hate him for what he has become.

"Obliviate"

18 year old James who feels a bit concussed as he went back to his dorm from the astronomy tower at midnight. He doesnt even remember why he was there in the first place.

18 year old James who gets enamoured by Lily Evans yet again and this time, its reciprocated.

17 year old Regulus watches as James and Lily spend their days filled with happiness.

Regulus drowns at age 17 with his final thoughts being that of James. Now nobody knew of what once was and could've been.

18 year old James, who has never really even talked to Regulus, feels his heart hollow at the news of him dying. He wonders why. Maybe its sympathetic pain, it was Sirius's little brother after all.

And that was all he was.

On new moons, Remus is miserable not because of the wolf doing something, it's because it does nothing. His hearing turns to normal, his pain is gone, his mind is clear and he hates it. He spends it curled up on his bed, understimulated and thinking about embarrasing things he did at fifteen and how nobody loves him.

When Regulus and him got together Regulus talks him trough it every single time, He tells stories ge pulled up from his ass, he sings, they fuck all day, Regulus sucks him dry, make him a whimpering mess, and keeps going—turns out that's the best solution.

gay.

we love a devoted husband 🙏🏻♥️

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Nobody:

Barty and Evan: we put the hot in psychotic

I just realized that the Slytherin common room is underwater: you can see into the lake from the windows and the creatures passing by.

Do y'all think that, for a moment, as regulus was dragged deeper into the lake at that cave, for a very brief second, he felt at home? He went back, just before exhaling another bubble of air because he couldn't hold onto it any longer, to that place where he could read, and play board games, and gossip and plan some mischief with his boys in Slytherin. Back home.

and it caught on with some of the other girls too

When Marlene found out that the marauders called Sirius Pads, she definitely called him tampon to piss him off.