starrosekiller where everyone assumes regulus is the least active one in the relationship but hes literally the one in charge and rosekiller are his guard dogs, if he asked them to do something they’d do it no question

The old house

"A long time ago, I loved someone. And I had to do something I did not want to do, even though it was my job. And it hurt them. She is my scar."

Agatha thinking that baby Nicky always sleeps through the night but really Rio just comes to take care of him any time he cries so Agatha can rest

Agatha thinking that baby Nicky always sleeps through the night but really Rio just comes to take care of him any time he cries so Agatha can rest

bug - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 250

"Are you homophobic?"

The question came from literally nowhere as Barty and Pandora walked up to the castle from their Care of Magical Creatures lesson; the only lesson they had together without the others.

Shocked, Barty turned to Pandora with a furious expression. "What the fuck? No!"

"Evan thinks you are," Pandora shrugged, looking completely comfortable with the decidedly uncomfortable conversation.

Shame and anger seeped through Barty's veins. "Why?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer.

"You won't be around him when he's with Alan. When they're kissing or holding hands, you get mad, Bee. He thinks-" Pandora started, eyes empathetic but beseeching.

"It just bugs me," Barty grumbled, looking down and kicking at a rock. "They're so..."

"Gay?" Pandora supplied, tilting her head to the side.

"No! It's not that!" he fumed, turning away.

"Then, what?"

He was quiet. Because he knew the answer, but to say it out loud made it real.

The honest truth was that it wouldn't matter who Evan was kissing. It mattered that Evan was kissing someone that wasn't him. And he didn't want to admit how mad it made him.

But of course, Pandora was as annoyingly perceptive as usual and quickly interpreted the silence.

"Oh," she gasped, "oh."

"Oh?" he asked grumpily, cringing internally.

"Barty, you should know...Alan wasn't his first choice," Pandora said gently.

It took him about five seconds to realize what she meant. But when he did, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to get back to the castle.

red string of fate au where james is sick and tired™ of having to wait for destiny to bring his soulmate to him.

especially because in this universe the intensity of the red in your string shows if you are close to your other half (bright red when you are really close, but a maroon-ish color when far)

also, only you can see your own string, and the only part that's truly visible is what's tied on your pinky finger and a bit of the loose part, but it's just a couple inches of it that then turns invisible so it's not a bother.

so! james' string is bright bright red, like BRIGHT red. his soulmate is close but he has no way to find out who it is until "the right moment" which is when he and his soulmate get to hold hands for the first time.

james tried to hold hands with EVERYONE (who was willing and with a bright string as well, he's not daft) on the gryffindor tower, his quidditch team, and even some students from other houses who he has classes with.

results: nothing.

he gets so riled up and impatient, that one day he just snaps.

which means: he goes to the great hall for breakfast (because everyone is there), sits at the very beginning of the gryffindor table (to have everyone in his field of vision), grabs as much of his red string as he can (so, right before it becomes invisible) and. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

two things happen in like two seconds.

one. regulus black, who was just about to leave the great hall, is yanked backwards and barely caught by barty before he hits the ground. his arm painfully stretched to james' direction.

two. before james can finish processing that what the fuck, regulus black is his soulmate and sirius is going to murder him. regulus manages to stand back up properly, stares at his pinky like it has personally offended him, and. also. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

so james also gets yanked, only that, as he was still stunned from what just happened, he gets pulled out of his seat and dragged for maybe five steps towards regulus. arm painfully stretched towards him.

sirius, who has been watching everything, loses his shit.

Rainy day

Childhood best friends Barty, James, Peter, and Marlene but Peter and James go to Hogwarts one year before Barty and Marls.

Barty and Marlene trying to hang out just the two of them but it's just really sad and not as fun without the others so they end up mostly sitting in silence with each other or walking around, retreating into each other.

Marls and Barty showing up to Hogwarts all excited the following year only to find Pete and James have new best friends and didn't even really miss them all that much (they totally did) and feeling so betrayed and hurt.

Marlene and Barty being separated by houses and the Head Boys and Girls pitting them against each other in both academics and Quidditch. They try so hard to stay but they make other friends and drift apart.

Barty watching as Marls moves on without him, even making friends with people outside of their house. Marlene watching as Barty simultaneously retreats into himself and makes new friends, but has no way to comfort him anymore.

James and Peter realizing they have no idea who Marlene and Barty are anymore, they've changed so much somehow (or maybe they changed).

Just doomed and drifted apart childhood best friends Barty, Marlene, Peter, and James.

The fight was SO NOT ABOUT BILLY IN THE END—

In the end Rio just wanted Agatha’s love back— it was never about Billy— she just wanted Agatha to forgive her

The micro expressions on Aubrey Plaza in this scene were superb. The devastation on her face less than a minute after this one (when Agatha said she never wanted to see her again) was heartbreaking, but this one - the ‘What the fuck? How can you think giving you six years with your son was nothing? I went against the natural balance to give you that gift because I love you!’ also cut deep.

after work

regulus can never last a week with a new set of lingerie, James just rips right through them with promises of buying a new one the next day.

He'll rip it in half and start fucking him and start whispering in his ear. "I'm sorry baby, I'll buy you a new one. You just looked so fucking pretty, had to have you."

(the new one gets destroyed the minute he tries it on)

“chill” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 331 words

Regulus breathes a sigh of relief. After two hours working with James on this Potions project they’re down to the last few steps.

“…Once boiling, stir ten times counterclockwise.” James reads and Regulus stirs.

“Remove from heat and cast a cooling charm.” James continues and Regulus does as instructed.

“Allow potion to chill for three hours; stirring four times, clockwise, every twelve minutes—"

“Do what?” Regulus cuts James off.

“Allow potion to chill for—"

“I heard you, Potter.” Regulus snaps. “We have to stir every twelve minutes? That means we’re stuck here for three hours.” He grumbles.

“Not necessarily.” James says.

“Yes, it does. You can’t do anything in twelve minutes. By the time we would leave we’d have to turn around and come right back.” Regulus complains.

“First of all, there are a lot of things we could do in twelve minutes.” James grins.

“You’re finished in less than twelve minutes? I feel so bad for all your partners.” Regulus deadpans.

“That’s not what I meant, but it’s good to know where your head’s at.” James smirks. “What I was going to say was, we don’t both have to stay. I can stay and finish.” James offers.

Regulus stares at him for a moment. James is giving him an out, he should take it and run. But for some reason, something’s stopping him.

Regulus huffs and crosses his arms. “Well, what things were you talking about then? That we can do in twelve minutes?” Regulus tries to sound nonchalant.

James smirks again. “I meant something like exploding snaps or chess.” James pauses. “However, while I’m usually not finished in less than twelve minutes, if you had something else in mind, I’m sure we could get creative.” James lifts a suggestive eyebrow.

Regulus glares at him for a moment then sighs. “I guess we could play chess.” He rolls his eyes.

So, while the potion chills, they play chess, they play exploding snaps, and by the second hour they do in fact… get creative.