"Regulus Instinctively Cleans Messes In Their Own House As Well As Other Peoples."

"Regulus instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples."

From Character headcanon generator.

BUT I feel like this would be so true, like Sirius is sooo messy and Regulus is always cleaning up after him

Regulus having a mental breakdown in his dormitory bc Barty just leaves all of his clothes around and Regulus having to clean it up.

Or maybe I'm just projecting because I'm exactly like that 😭

TOO CUTE

Prompt: Dare (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 607

There weren’t many rules involved when playing Truth or Dare, but one of rules Regulus and his friends abided by was that dares involving people not involved in their game had to be completed with in the week. Regulus had been sitting on his dare for a week, and today was the day he would have to complete by dare or face the consequences.

It wasn’t as if the dare was particularly difficult. ‘Kiss James Potter…’ That part was easy considering they were dating and had snogged countless times. It was when Barty added the ‘in front of Sirius’ part that the dare became more difficult to carry out.

Sirius was blissfully unaware his best friend was sneaking around with his little brother. While James was ready to tell Sirius, Regulus was too fearful. Things between the Black brothers weren’t the best. They barely spoke to each other in the last year, although sometimes they held staring contests. Regulus would look at Sirius, catch his eye, and they would just stare until one of them looked away.  James told Regulus that Sirius loved him and wanted to talk to him, but Regulus didn’t believe that. No matter how many staring contests they held, it would never replace the look of disappointment and disgust Sirius’ directed at him the night he left.

“Time’s ticking.” Barty reminded Regulus with an amused grin. “You should’ve told pretty boy.”

“I’m aware.” On both accounts. Regulus didn’t tell James of the dare because he was hoping it would somehow go away. But like most of his problems he couldn’t avoid them in hopes that thing would just fade until they no longer existed. “I’m going.”

“You’re doing it now?” his friend snorted, looking around the Great Hall as Regulus got up from the Slytherin table. “I said in front of Black, not the entire school, but by all means. I’ll enjoy the show.” Leave it to Regulus to be overdramatic and cause a scene. The Blacks were famous for it; either do it up big or do nothing at all.

Despite his heart hammering in his chest, Regulus strolled leisurely to the Gryffindor table. He only stopped once he was behind James, reaching out to tap his shoulder. The Marauders fell silent when they noticed Regulus presence, James turning to face him and a slow smile forming on his lips but his eyes showing just how concerned he was. Regulus has never approached him publicly.

“Regulus.” It was Sirius who spoke first, sitting across from James and unbeknownst to him, having the best seat in the house for what was about to come.

Regulus ignored Sirius and the way his stomach dropped and his face heat up in an embarrassing blush. He felt like he was going to throw up and that would not be a very attractive scene.

“Are you alright?” James stood up from where he was sitting, reaching out for Regulus but stopping himself. His arms fell back to his side, fingers curling around nothing.

Somehow Regulus found his voice, his eyes locking with James. “I’m fine, Potter. Better than, I’m spectacular.”

Before James could tell Regulus, he was not, in fact, spectacular, Regulus found a burst of confidence. He reached for James’ tie, wrapping his pale fingers around the red and gold fabric before pulling James in. Their lips met in a chaste kiss but neither pulled away. Once James got over his initial surprise, he laughed happily against Regulus’ mouth causing the younger to relax as he felt James’ hand curl around his hip to pull him in closer as if no one, namely Sirius, was watching.

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“My stomach’s all in knots

You got the one thing that I want”

—

Leo was used to jealousy.

For so much of Leo’s life, he dealt with jealousy. During the quest of the seven, he could recall feeling jealous of every single member. He was jealous of Percy’s perfection, Annabeth’s intelligence, Frank’s skill, Hazel’s kindness, Piper’s relationship with Jason, and Jason’s everything. When you feel inadequate in every way, it’s only common to look at those around you and wish you could pick them for parts. He wanted to scrap their very being and use those bits of them for himself. He wanted to take out his faulty qualities and replace them. He wanted what they had.

So, he knew and understood jealousy very well. He and the feeling were old friends. Well, maybe friends wasn’t the right word. He didn’t like jealousy so he didn’t think friends was the best comparison. Jealous was like his toxic ex-boyfriend. That sounded better. He was so used to jealousy and it kept coming back, even when he didn’t want it to.

Leo knew about jealousy, but he wasn’t used to it feeling like this.

He stared from afar at the two figures. They were pressed together, talking and laughing with each other. He watched them and felt the sour, burning feeling eat him away.

He watched a hand play with dark strands of hair. He watched a blond head of hair lean against the other. He watched blue and brown eyes meet each other. He watched two teens laugh, their worries being eased away.

It was strange how Leo was invulnerable to the heat and damage from fire but that didn’t stop the burning in his gut.

He realized that the feeling wasn’t quite jealous. It was more like… envy.

It was a mix of the two.

It was sadly comical how two people could have such striking similarities but end up in completely different places. The Fates must have loved making demigods that reflected each other and then seeing how differently they could affect their futures.

Leo tried to do the right thing. He thought he could save someone and save himself at the same time. The only thing that he managed to do was fuck everything up. He messed with fate and realized he wasn’t as loved as he thought. He returned and was met with punches and kicks instead of the hugs he wanted - the affection he needed.

He wondered how this was fair. He wondered if he deserved what he got.

He watched the two demigods, bitterness and envy clawing at his heart.

How was any of this fair? They both suffered in their life, so why did Leo get left behind? Why did all his actions come back to bite him? Why did he act to go through so much only to wind up with nothing?

Why did Nico get to end up happy when all Leo got was suffering? Why did he get a good partner? Why did he get a community of people who loved him? Why did he finally get to be happy and heal? Why?

Why did he get to end up with the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy of his dreams? Why did he get a loving, supportive boyfriend when all Leo got was survivor’s guilt?

He wasn’t sure. Maybe there was some greater reason, some karmic debt he had to pay off. Maybe he was simply the new punching bag of The Fates. Maybe he was just unlucky.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know and he didn’t want to find out.

He watched the boys and wished, not for the first time, that he could have what they did. He wished Jason and he could’ve had the fate they did.

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