Arson 🦝

I've been up to a whole lot of things this past month, but most of my freetime has been spend on a community theatre-esque project where sadly all my pictures for have too many faces of amazing, lovely people to share here.

But I did takes this one photo that I really wanted to share:

April photo dump

I.. am very late- I know 😭

So much has been going on i just genuinely havent been on this app {or even ao3 💔} in ages {criminal, I know, I agree}

A little photo dump from April!!

This is making me miss my gf 😭💔

Also the tulips from the photo? A little gift from my gf :3

“....and to my darling Regulus Arcturus, who never disappointed me,” the solicitor read flatly while Sirius gagged in the background, “I bequeath the majority of the contents of my Gringotts vaults, the property of number 12, Grimmauld Place, and the collection of heirlooms marked with the family crest.”

Regulus, who was listening with a dark smile, nodded. “Anything else?” he asked, silvery eyes flickering upward to catch the solicitor’s gaze.

“No, that’s it. You two can sign here, and each of your inheritances will be transferred into your names. I am sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be. You want an invite to the celebration we have planned later? We’re having Firewhiskey,” Sirius grinned, winking at the shocked-looking man.

But Regulus just chuckled, turning to James, who was standing behind both of them, arms crossed. “Think Walburga would be disappointed if she knew that her money was going towards our wedding?” he murmured, curling his arms around the back of James’s neck.

“Nah,” he beamed, “I mean, I’m a pureblood, right? Plus, she’d be much more upset about the fact that Sirius is invited.”

“Sirius is best man,” Sirius corrected, grinning and throwing an arm around both of them.

“Reg, we need to talk. Brother to brother,” Sirius said with a grave expression on his face, pulling Regulus to the side in the corridor.

Regulus nearly shit himself. 

“Whatever for?” he asked cooly, trying to keep up his unbothered demeanour as he internally panicked. Had Sirius already found out? Had Potter told him? Merlin, he was going to kill him if he did.

Sirius adopted an expression of sympathetic superiority. “Listen. There comes a time in every young man’s life when he needs to learn certain…spells. Spells that are maybe not taught in classes. Spells that he might learn from his devilishly handsome and ridiculously intelligent older brother, for example.

Now Regulus was confused. Sirius knew about Regulus and Potter and he was….giving him the sex talk? That was not what he was expecting.

“You’re trying to teach me protection spells?” he asked, furrowing his brow in utter astonishment. “Like…for shagging?”

The older boy balked. “What? No! Fuck, absolutely not! You’re far too young…are you…wait tell me you’re not?”

Okay, so this was not what Regulus thought. “No!” he quickly answered. “No, I just…Are you talking about J–what’re you talking about?” He decided it was best not to make any more assumptions. Perhaps Sirius was going on about something completely different.

“Love bites! Reg, you’ve got a massive hickey on your neck! Listen, I’m proud of you for getting with whatever crazy bird did that to you, but damn, you need to hide that mark!” Sirius explained, looking a bit scandalized.

And Regulus was scandalized, too. “I–what?” he demanded, jaw dropping.

But as soon as Sirius held up the mirror he conjured, Regulus could see: a purple-red bruise on the column of his throat, clear as day. “Fuck!” he gasped. He needed to kill James Potter.

He also needed a favor from Sirius.

“How do I cover it?” he demanded, pouting just a little.

Sirius beamed. “Never fear, Reggie. I’ve got you.”

He proceeded to teach him the perfect spell, completely unaware that he was helping him cover a mark made by his best friend’s mouth. But they were successful in hiding the bruise, and Sirius clearly felt helpful, which was the point, anyway.

“Good morning,” Dorcas said pleasantly to Regulus, who only scowled at her. “Isn’t it James’s day of custody?”

This quip about how Regulus alternated having breakfast with his boyfriend and his friends, of course, just caused Regulus’s mood to darken more. “Fuck off, we broke up,” he said with a glower.

“Broke up?” she repeated, shocked. In her mind, those two were about the last couple to ever break up. Also…Regulus didn’t seem too upset about it. A quick glance at James Potter, a few tables over, showed the same thing. “Why?”

“Because,” the Slytherin said dramatically, narrowing his eyes. “He gave me an anniversary gift.”

Silence reigned for about ten seconds as Dorcas processed the words, then she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying desperately to quell her giggles. “You broke up with him because he gave you a present?”

“It’s not even our fucking anniversary!” Regulus snapped, wrinkling his nose. “It’s…he says it is, because we started sneaking around a year ago, apparently, but that doesn’t count! The first day we actually went on a date was–”

“Oh, fuck off, Reg,” she interrupted, snorting and shaking her head. “You’re mad because the boy is obsessed with you? What’s the real reason?”

Still looking very close to killing someone, Regulus mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I forgot, okay? Fuck, how did he remember the exact date we first met at the damn Astronomy Tower?” the younger boy spat, jaw locked and posture rigid. “It’s…insane, right?”

Now that made sense.

“It’s cute. He remembered because he loves you, even though you refuse to believe it. Now go apologize before I scream his name and get the attention of the entire room,” Dorcas said with a grin, enjoying Regulus’s look of horror.

“Fine, fine, you absolute prick.”

“Takes one to know one!” she shot back cheerfully.

“Ow! Mother fucker!”

A very heavy charms book had just been thrown at him. Barty scowled, rubbing his arm. “What’s up with you? Miss nap time, or something?”

“Or something,” growled Evan, glaring. “Fuck off!”

Barty threw his hands up in despair. “You started it, asshole!”

“You know why!”

“No, I don’t!”

“Maybe it’s because you partnered with Martina Greengrass yesterday.” Barty and Evan both turned to face Regulus, who was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He hadn’t bothered to look up at either of them. “And Evan is a possessive prick.”

“Wha- Slughorn made me go with her,” Barty said.

“Yes. Yes he did. And Evan is a possessive prick.”

Barty looked at his boyfriend incredulously.

“She was staring at your ass the whole lesson,” Evan grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And you are-”

I am, of course, wishing it here as well :3

You deserve to have an amazing birthday, one as awesome as you are 🥰

I hope the whole day goes well and that you feel truly loved by all of us, your loved ones, as we always want you to feel how much we love and care about you 💜

It is once again that one time in the year that I will admit, you're kind of cool /lh /silly /teasing

EVERYONE GO WISH MY BELIVED CAS A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

@my-castles-crumbling I love you 💜