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If you’re into linguistics and happen to know IPA, the pronunciation would be written as [ˈtɹiː.ɡɛ.ɾǝ.ˌsleŋ].

Since most people don’t know IPA, I will break the word down for you:tri is just pronounced like the English word “tree”.

geda is pronounced with a hard “g” sound (a “g” is never pronounced like a “j” in Trigedasleng). The e is pronounced like the “e” in the word “bet”, the d is pronounced like in “dog”, and the a like in the word “sofa”.

sleng is pronounced like the English word “slang”, but again with the “e” in “bet”. 

The lexical stress goes on the first syllable: TRI-ge-da-sleng

You can also hear David Peterson say “Trigedasleng” around 1:00 in this video.

Let me know if any of that was unclear! And if anyone ever needs help writing their name in Peterson’s romanization system, feel free to send us an ask. 

Thanks for the question! :)

It drove James crazy, sometimes. Not knowing what was going on in Regulus's head.

He could always tell when something was bothering him. The little signs, his small movements and expressions. When he began biting at his lip or picking at a loose thread in his clothing. When he twirled an errant curl around his finger or gripped James's shirt extra tightly as they curled next to each other in a single armchair. He knew when something was bothering Regulus.

But getting him to say it? That was another beast entirely. Because Regulus was like a fortress, and every time James tried to break through his walls, he found ten more built up behind them.

So this time, as they lay in Regulus's small bed, the younger boy half on top of James's chest, Regulus griping James's shirt like a lifeline with one hand and nervously biting the cuticles of the other, James chose to whisper, "I know somethings wrong. And whatever it is, I'm here to talk, when you're ready."

But Regulus just scoffed, not moving his head. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just...contemplating."

"Contemplating?"

"How to say something important," Regulus unhelpfully explained, still chewing at his thumb.

Trying not to panic himself, James nodded. "Well whatever it is, I'm here to listen."

"Well, I'm not exactly sure how to tell you I love you without completely freaking out or embarrassing myself, so forgive me if it takes me a few moments to figure out what to say," Regulus murmured, still not looking at him.

James froze for only half a second, taking in the words, before gently moving one hand to tangle it into Regulus's curls. "Well..." he mumbled, "whenever you do, I'm completely sure I'll tell you that I love you more. And that I've been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time. And I don't plan on ever not loving you."

He felt the boy on top of him relax slightly, his fidgeting subsiding. After a minute of silence, Regulus whispered, "I love you, James."

Blue: James

"He's cheating," Regulus said vehemently, slamming the door to Sirius's flat behind him, ignoring the disgusting plunger-like noise as his brother detached himself from Remus, both of their shirts strewn across the room.

"I-what?" Sirius stammered, looking quite annoyed.

"He's cheating. Your best friend. James. Look, proof!" Regulus fumed, brandishing a velvet box for both men to look at.

Remus, who had up until that point stayed quiet, grabbed the box from his hand and opened it. Inside lay what was unmistakably an engagement ring.

"I'm confused," Sirius whispered, eyebrows pinching. "But that's-"

"You're an idiot," Regulus spat. "He's obviously bought this for someone! He's- he's seeing someone else!"

"Regulus," Remus said calmly, a smile playing on his features, "he's not seeing someone else."

"Don't lie to me," he snapped, tears starting to fall. "It was only a matter of time. I- I'm too much. He-"

"This is for you, Reg!" Sirius yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"What?" he asked, blinking. "No, it's not.

"He's proposing," his brother nodded. "He told me. I swear. I helped pick the damn ring. Check, it's bloody engraved."

Gingerly lifting the ring from the box, Regulus gazed down only to see small letters etched into the silver band:

RAB+JFP

"Oh," Regulus muttered, turning bright red. "Oh, that's-"

"Yeah," Sirius grinned. "Idiot. Now get the fuck out, I'd like to let Moony continue where he left off."

It's dark. The room James has been shoved into is small, and he can sense another person in the cramped space. Silently, he curses Sirius and everyone he loves, because for an extremely smart person, this prank is decidedly uncreative and inconvenient. But this is what James gets for letting Sirius take the fall for their prank last week so he could still go to Quidditch practice.

"Who's there?" he sighs, resigned to the fact that he's stuck there for a bit.

"Potter?"

"Regulus?"

There's a scoff. "Of course he'd lock me in here with you."

And James is a bit put off by that, because what's wrong with him in particular? "What's wrong with me?" he asks, frowning.

"You annoy me," Regulus retorts simply.

Rolling his eyes, James snorts. It makes him uncomfortable, to know how much Regulus dislikes him. It's been even more obvious than usual lately, and he hates it. "Probably why he put us both in here. Did you piss him off?"

There's silence, but it speaks volumes.

"Well. He's mad at me, too. Figures," James sighs.

They stand awkwardly for a moment before a thought pops into James's mind, so ridiculous that he laughs out loud.

"What, Potter?" Regulus asks, voice dripping with annoyance.

"Nothing! Nothing, it's just....wouldn't he be pissed if he came here to let us out and found the whole thing had backfired," James chuckles, knowing he's probably just making Regulus more angry, but picturing his friend's face.

Regulus makes a noise of confusion. "Backfired?"

"You know...like he finds us...dunno, snogging, or something!" James says it because it's a silly idea. Because it would never happen. Because he doesn't think before he speaks.

But as he does, the air suddenly thickens and Regulus doesn't laugh.

And then, time completely standing still, a cool hand touches his shoulder. "What if he did?" Regulus asks, his voice full of an emotion James cannot place.

"Well," James clears his throat, his brain suddenly foggy. "He'd...he'd be really...confused, I guess. He'd..."

"Hmmm....we'd turn the tables on him," Regulus murmurs, and James can feel breath fanning over his cheek.

But honestly, Sirius is now the furthest thing from James's mind. He's decidedly distracted. "Yeah..." he mumbles. "it'd be..."

Lips claim his, and his world completely tilts on it's axis. He's completely consumed by the way Regulus kisses him- with passion fiery enough to light the dark room they're trapped in. He chokes out between kisses, "-t-thought you hated me."

"I do. I think. Maybe," Regulus hisses into his mouth.

He stops thinking. Presses the other boy against the wall and loses all track of time. Hands and lips roam and his mind melts to the feeling of Regulus, the sounds of the younger boy groaning in his mouth.

Until the door opens, causing light to spill into the room.

"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?" Sirius cries, seeing the two of them intertwined.

"Don't panic."

The words, of course, immediately send Regulus into a tailspin. "What happened?" he grits out, stomach turning to lead.

"We're at the hospital," Sirius explains over the phone, sounding a bit harried. "We're almost done so don't bother coming, but there was an incident with the slide at the park. It's-"

But Regulus is already running out the door.

He's not what you would call overprotective. It's just that, having been raised by the shittiest parents known to man, he's made it his personal mission to make sure Harry has the best childhood he possibly can have. That he feels loved, safe, and accepted. That when he looks back on his younger years, he remembers happiness and as many good things as possible.

Going to the hospital for a slide incident is not on Regulus's list of memories he wants for his son.

So maybe he speeds a bit to get to the hospital, but when he gets there, he's in one piece.

He's also very confused. Because there, in the waiting room, is Sirius.

And Harry.

"Pa!" Harry yells, walking towards Regulus with a giant smile, looking completely fine.

Grinning, relief flooding through him, Regulus picks up his son and kisses him on the head. "Hey, love. Sirius, I thought you said-?"

But he's interrupted by his husband, who is walking toward him with a bright pick cast around his arm.

"Hey, baby," James says sheepishly. "I tried to go down the tube slide."

"Who's that?"

Regulus and Barty are sitting in two chairs, laying by the pool at Andromeda's house as they slowly bake in the summer sun. Regulus has already halfway finished his book for the day, and is so engrossed that he hardly looks up. But when he does, he sees who Barty is looking and immediately frowns, jealousy coursing through his body. "That's James Potter. Sirius's friend from University."

Barty lowers his sunglasses, leering at the man who is standing by the house, laughing with Sirius as they both take off their shirts and apply suntan lotion. "He's bloody fit."

'He's mine,' Regulus wants to say immediately. Except he can't, because he's not. Regulus's, that is. Whatever they have going on between them is hardly exclusive and he's not even sure is James has told Sirius yet. So he just shrugs, looking back at his book, his entire body hot and tense. "He's alright."

But Barty knows him too well. "Oh," he says after a moment, his voice full of implication.

"Oh?" Regulus repeats, never completely meeting his eyes, but his pulse is thrumming.

"Never mind, Reggie," Barty grins, putting his hands up in mock-surrender. "I'll back off of your man."

Regulus almost corrects him. Tells him James isn't his. But at that exact moment, James looks over to him from far away and sends him such an adoring, breathtaking smile that Regulus can only let out a soft whoosh of air from his lungs. "Good," he murmurs after he catches his breath.

🕊 (1/3) no sabía si subir los dibujos juntos o separados, pero supongo que será separados, eso pan con queso.

I was trying to figure out how to write this as a snippet however it’s been ages since I myself have last done a jump rope game and it turns out I have no idea what I’m doing so I hope it’s okay in headcanon/summary form instead! The good news is that way it’s gonna be a bit longer which I hope will be nice :)

-This is most definitely happening on the way from Camp Half-Blood to New Rome. Everyone’s got a lot of nervous energy and there is so much riding on all this and also Leo and Piper are about to meet Jason’s first family/former friends for the first time and everyone is stressed about it!

-Piper initially suggests it as a way for them to distract themselves and get some excess energy out. Leo is immediately down. Jason is just confused because he’s never done jump rope games before and asks if it’s a training exercise. Piper and Leo just stare at him

-Alternatively, if Jason is just pacing/wanting to be alone for a bit pre getting to New Rome, maybe Leo and Piper are doing it on their own at first (potentially like a Buddy Jumping thing where they both hold one end of the rope and try to jump synchronized. They’re very bad at it) and Jason eventually walks in on this and just stands there being all ????

-I think they have children’s games in New Rome to be clear I just don’t think jump rope is that common (also even if it was, Jason probably wouldn’t remember it due to the whole wiped memories incident combined with him being a child soldier/terminal workaholic)

-Either way, Leo promptly declares it’s his and Piper’s Sacred Duty to teach Jason jump rope games until they get to New Rome to help distract him

-Also for the record they’re not using an actual jump rope. Someone would have had to pack that and no one did. They’re using whatever kind of workshop rope Leo’s tool belt gave them when prompted.

-Piper and Leo swing for a bit and at first they’re really baffled that Jason seems to be way too good at this for someone who’s never done it before, until one of them is like hang on and suddenly notices Jason is just. Floating slightly above the ground so that’s why he has no trouble avoiding the swinging rope

-Jason does not understand what he’s doing wrong since he thought the point was just to avoid the rope. They explain it again and Jason is like “oh okay so it’s like a leg exercise thing I get it now” Leo has his head in his hands going “it’s not a training exercise dude it’s just for fun!”

-Jason is way worse now and also comments at least once that actually this isn’t even fun but he does kind of enjoy it and also just appreciates the distraction (he does totally still think of it as a sort of training exercise but honestly that probably just means he enjoys it more for that reason. Not that he’ll admit that to Leo and Piper tho)

-When Piper and Jason swing the rope for Leo, Leo keeps insisting that Jason use the winds to make the rope go faster because he’s good at this and wants to show off. It does not end well. Piper actually does better than Leo and he is very grumpy about it