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Once both of the Black parents die, Regulus becomes Lord Black. And boy, does he use his power.

First act: convince the love of his life (Remus) and his disowned, disgraceful brother (Sirius) to move in with him.

It takes him a while, but they eventually agreed. He feels a bit bad that for Remus it was more a case of nobody wanting to rent to a werewolf, never mind hiring one, so he wouldn’t even have money for a flat.

Sirius joined his best friend to make him feel more comfortable, as it is still a big step to move in with your boyfriend.

Of course, Walburga had that awful portrait made, and she started screeching the second she saw those two come in, with the others chiming in.

What none of them expect, not even Remus and Sirius, was how Regulus reacted.

Sure, they kind of knew he wouldn’t stand for it now he was finally free of his parents, and maybe lock the portrait in the attic.

But no.

He fucking incinerated the portrait of his mother, a slightly unhinged glee in his eyes.

After that, all portraits shut up. Some even warmed up to the newcomers, once they saw how intelligent and hardworking Remus was, and Sirius… well, he was still a Black.

Only once the same thing happened, when one relative mumbled something about the disgrace of a Black marrying a creature.

That was the last time the portraits even though of saying something, watching horrified as the oldest one of them went up in flames.

YES he says that he is intimidating serious adult with a job, very very grown-up very serious— and then— and then he just takes all the shinies bc "i need this, yep, really need this"

I like the fact that when Vast is going through chests and stuff, he only takes the shiny things. Like the magpie he is.

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FAIRY AU FAIRY AU FAIRY AU

in an interesting case of linguistic convergent evolution, the english words scale, scale, and scale are all false cognates of each other

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Sometimes I just think... maybe after death, Thorin is watching over Erebor from above. Keeping an eye on things.

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

They’re back!!

A big boy with his big emotional support bear