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Cannibal Regulus owns a butcher shop with his friends and Vampire James who is a regular because it's the only place where the meat actually fulfills his appetite and taste. This is cuz the meat is actually human (the pantheon was feeling silly).
So cue James going to the butcher shop on a regular with a giant grin and Regulus with his short curly hair up and being all blushy and wide-eyed while cleaning a butcher knife covered in blood, wearing a cute, though dirty, and stained apron.
One time, James catches Regulus as he's cleaning up and offers to take him home. While they have been crushing on each other for some time now, Regulus doesn't hesitate to invite James inside and try to jam a machete into the back of his head. Doesn't work, instead, they both end up falling more in love (somehow) and the next day Regulus takes his day off from the shop to go on a date with James. Having a picnic in the woods and poking each other with needles and seeing who bleeds first. And making out too ig
#watching them flirt over the counter is like witness an courting interaction from the 1800s#barty once pulled up a dictionary while Jegulus was interaction and was just aggressively flipping pages#marauders era#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#james x regulus#cannibal regulus black#vampire james potter#dark jegulus
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incorrect quotes- movie night edition
Barty: OH so NOW you’re ok with murder
Pandora: Well- At least now the body is in good use
Evan: … they are eating it
Pandora:
Evan:
Barty:
Regulus:
Pandora: …exactly
#pandora rosier#pandora lovegood#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#regulus black#pandora and evan#slytherin skittles#slytherin skittles incorrect quotes#marauders era#the marauders#marauders#the slytherin skittles#rosekiller#barty crouch junior#barty and regulus#regulus and evan and barty#pandora headcanon#tw cannibalism#out of context quotes
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I love the idea of Regulus being so in love with Barty that he asks him to carve his chest open, break through his rib cage and slice his pericardium and pull out his beating heart and ask him to eat it, so he could live inside him.
#good old symbolism of cannibalism 🥸#honestly tho regulus wouldn't know what to do with so much love that he would scratch his chest trying to rip out his heart to give it to#barty so he could eat him whole#regulus black#barty crouch jr#bartylus#the marauders#barty x regulus#harry potter#god old deranged hc dont mind me#marauders#starkiller#the asking would obviously be before he dies LMAOOO
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rip black brothers you would've loved ethel cain
#something about inbred is so regulus to me#like he'd spiral over james while listening to michelle pfeiffer#the arc in preacher's daughter is sirius and I'll die about it#cannibalism trope + wolfstar? gobbling that shit up thank you very much#also have been listening to the homecoming queen demo while thinking about them both but in different ways#'my love is my love [...] and it's your problem too' that is a direct quote from sirius black your honour#'I'm the real pig's blood soaked fucking homecoming queen' ?? reg ?? hello ?? I'm stabbing myself in the heart over here ??#it's fucking one o'clock in the morning#marauders era#regulus black#sirius black#jegulus#wolfstar#black brothers#black brothers angst
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hiyaaaa! chapter six of my jegulus/wolfstar/rosekiller/dorlene/pandmarlily (is that their ship name ??????) is up!! it's more wolfstar focused which wasn't intentional but alas i clearly was overtaken by them. pls enjoy!!! <3
here's a lil wolfstar snippet!
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“Remus,” Sirius whines softly, eyes darting from the hazel of Remus’ eyes to the rose of his lips.
It’s now or never, Remus realises. This is going to be it because he can’t hold it back any longer and it appears that Sirius is the same. He’s staring at Remus so openly, not a single shutter in those eyes, and Remus hopes it isn’t wishful thinking but it looks like Sirius wants to kiss him. And Remus yearns for it. His desire to kiss Sirius surmounts everything he’s ever felt before in his life. Nothing is more important than this moment. Nothing at all.
“Sirius,” he says his name like it’s a caress, like a hand stroking through a lover’s hair or the first brush of lips in a kiss. It’s sweet and bright and seductive and smoky. It comes from the back of his throat with the roughness of a man who’s been starving for years and is finally presented with a platter.
Remus wants to eat him whole. He wants to devour everything that Sirius is willing to give him. He desires to reach so far down into Sirius’ throat that he can spill into his ribcage and grab his beating heart. He wants to taste the blood as it continues to pump the little that remains and soak in the sweet splattering of his love. Even then Remus wonders if it would be enough. His need to consume Sirius entirely is bordering on psychotic but he can’t stop the thoughts from forming. He could cut Sirius open and live inside of him and it still wouldn’t be close enough. Where does he begin?
He thinks a kiss might be a good place to start.
#cannibalism as a metaphor for love#rip ethel cain you would've loved this snippet#wolfstar#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#sirius black#remus lupin#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders#marauders era#gay dead wizards#the marauders#marauders fandom#james x regulus#remus x sirius#writing#rosekiller#dorlene#barty crouch junior#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#evan x barty#lily evans#pandora lovegood#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes
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That unwanted animal (2540 words)
by IkeaFuneral, Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationship: Regulus Black/Evan Rosier
Additional Tags: Trans Regulus Black, queerplatonic regulus/evan, Queerplatonic Relationships, aromantic evan, written by an aroace author, evans perspective, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, SPECIFICALLY QUEERPLATONIC LOVE, Graphic descriptions of obsession, gore as a metaphor for affection, the sex is a metaphor, everything is a metaphor, mwhahahahah, Pretentious Poetry, Title from a The Amazing Devil Song, Korean Regulus Black, childhood friends Evan and regulus, Blood Kink, Biting, Choking, Sadist Evan Rosier, Growing Up Together
Summary: Regulus is Evan’s first comparable thing to a crush. He doesn’t want to marry regulus, he doesn't even think he really wants to kiss him. It can’t be a crush. But it has to be love. Because he desperately wants to eat regulus.
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So I fleshed out and finsihed that cannibalism rosewater thing. You should like… read it. It’s a dark ode to queerplatonic love, really.
#rosewater#rosestar#evanreg#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#evan rosier#cannibalism as a metaphor for love
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Tw: cannibalism, unhinged James.
They had killed his beloved. How was he supposed to live without him?
Regulus' body lay naked and limp in front of him, skin colder than usual and marred with blues and violets.
How could they turn his lover this way? He couldn't help the guilt rippling through his body. After all, Regulus warned him about how his family would react to the news, yet James couldn't stop pushing. He wanted Regulus free from that house, so he was relentless in his begging. He imposed an ultimatum on Regulus: leaving the house or losing him.
Oh, and how greedy James had been; his desires knew no bounds, exponentially growing and gnawing at his heart to have Regulus all for himself. A gape opened in James' body; it could only be sated by Regulus' love.
They had killed him and sent him his body.
They knew of their relationship.
Regulus left him behind in this world, his hunger left raging; now James can't help but crave opening his delicate ribs, making himself small, and crawling to the chambers of his heart. And, what a great idea downed on James! He didn't want his lover's corpse rotting and turning into food for worms. He went to his room before reason could halt him and grabbed Regulus' favorite knife.
In front of Regulus' body, his hunger expanded as the universe did. He held the knife's handle softly and traced his chest with the blade, stopping at where Regulus' heart would reside. He slowly drove the blade into his skin, cracked the ribs, and finally found the object of his desire. It felt like Regulus' heart was pounding, but it was only James' escalated heartbeats that deluded him. He delicately took out the heart and brought it to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh.
They were reunited, at last.
#jegulus fic#james x regulus#jegulus#the marauders#regulus black#marauders fandom#james potter#hp marauders#jegulus microfic#james potter x regulus black#cannibal james
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"James Sirius Potter. You were named after my father, my godfather, and the two people Regulus Black loved the most." Harry smoothed a hand over his son's hair. "You will do great things, my love. Great thing"
#just a thought in passing#making me sad for no reason#i'm just trying to recover from two hours of cannibalism#marauders#regulus black#jegulus#marauders headcanon#james potter#sirius black#harry potter headcanon#my writing
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one of the few scenes i've written for the jegulus fic i've been working on, regulus getting his dark mark. wrote this back in january and haven't looked at it since until today and am deeply unwell about it, so posting this snippet to hopefully get motivation to write more than just the three scenes and fuck ton of notes i have (it's like 550 some words, so putting it under a read more, but you should read it and then ask me questions bc i have so many thoughts for this fic :3)
The next meeting is just after Christmas. There seems to be a slightly different cast of characters at each one, probably why these are so frequent, to keep anyone who couldn’t make the previous meeting up to date.
He isn’t there until the third meeting though. Just before Regulus is due to go back to Hogwarts. The vibes are different immediately, a chill in the air, everyone speaking in more hushed reverent tones with less idle chit chat.
He addresses Regulus specifically towards the end of the meeting. “Black, I’ve heard promising things about you,” he gives a small nod, “How have you been finding our meetings, intriguing I hope?”
This is the moment, the pivotal spot where everything shifts, “Yes, sir, they’ve given me much to think about, and already I have learned so much more than I ever could’ve hoped. I’ve been given access to resources on the dark arts I could never dream of finding at Hogwarts, it has been a great privilege.”
Bella looks like she’s about to start vibrating from excitement, that the Dark Lord is paying specific attention to the Black family is a dream come true to her.
“Hm yes, we can offer much that Hogwarts cannot. However, Hogwarts is where the youth of today exists, and it’s always good to have an insider, to convince those who might be unsure, what the best side to be on is." He pauses for a moment, "So perhaps, we have ourselves a new recruit tonight? Your cousin Bellatrix has already proven herself more than loyal, and I can’t imagine she would bring someone along who wouldn’t already be loyal to us as well.”
Regulus panics, Fuck does he know? he can’t know. It’s probably just because I’m 16 and he can’t have full control over me at Hogwarts. Verbally he says, “I’d be honored, My Lord,” with a small reverent bow.
He seemed pleased with this, “Brothers, tonight we celebrate adding another to our ranks! Welcome, young Regulus Black.”
Bella screeches beside me, clinging to my arm, Regulus offers a smile to the rest of the room, hoping he seems excited and not on the verge of tears. The meeting has now extended to include his induction.
Regulus has no clue what to expect, he knows Bella has the Dark Mark tattoo, and can only assume he's in for the same.
Regulus can tell there’s some sort of strong magic woven into the ink being painted on his forearm. It’s cold and feels almost alive, sort of snake like. Then came the pain. After Nott finished painting the design, he grabbed Regulus' wrist, barely touching his wand to the skin, and the mark sunk in. Regulus felt it eating away at his flesh, more like a brand than a tattoo, it was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced. But he knew this was part of it, they were testing him, to see if he was weak, how he reacted to this pain was another part of whether or not they’d let him live.
Regulus allowed himself a grimace and nothing more, he refused to make any sort of sound as the ink burned through him like poison. Then it was done. The others congratulated him, told him he did well, that they were excited to have him on board, promised to send him books and such.
#the tattoo ink is a type of potion that they basically paint onto their skin and then using a spell connect it to the person's body#so like it does essentially function like a brand and ties your magic in with voldemort's#idk what all the specific components of the potion are or what the spell is yet but that's the gist#the potion does include some of nagini's venom which is the main thing that ties the death eaters to voldemort#but yeah there's no jegulus in this scene but i prommy it's relevant#painful deep dive into how the war has effected those on both sides#and obvi how it affects james and regulus' relationship#i've got some really interesting ideas for how magical theory is gonna do different things#there's gonna be cannibalism#and interesting things in regards to magic and cannibalism#it's so good i just need to actually write it#musings of serenity nebulus#harry potter#the marauders#marauders era#regulus black#death eaters#wip
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the intro to a hypothetical wolfstar ballad of songbirds and snakes au that i probably wont write more of:
cw slightly graphic descriptions of injuries, death, rabies, and cannibalism
Sirius doesn’t necessarily like the Capitol, and you could say he’s seen its low points. He watched from his bedroom window as the streets turned to trenches. He was there in the kitchen when his family’s fluffy, pampered poodle started frothing at the mouth and lunged for his mother’s throat. From behind a dumpster, he and his little brother bore witness to his father’s friends– honorable men– chopping limbs off of dead women's bodies– made into scavengers by starvation.
But nothing he’s seen, nothing he’s experienced– not gunfire, not rabies, not cannibalism– could compare to the horror of watching his little brother’s mangled, burned, and bloated corpse get hoisted from the bottom of the Novus Trevi.
Sirius had been holding out hope that he was alive. He saw Regulus get blasted back. He saw his shirt catch on fire. He heard him cry out. He heard the splash as he launched himself into the Plaza’s massive, churning fountain to escape the spreading flames.
But it wasn’t until they pulled out the body and revealed his brother’s locket around its throat that Sirius gave it up for a lost cause. He fell to his knees right there in the street and vomited. He would have stayed there, if not for Andromeda.
But he had to get up. Because Sirius was all that was left– the only remaining son to the once-formidable House of Black.
And the rebels did that. District rebels. Rebels who claimed to be fighting for the country’s children.
So yeah. Sirius hates the districts. Sue him.
#tbosbas#dark sirius black#marauders#wolfstar#sirius black as snow#remus as lucy#and i dont think he would necessarily be as musical as lucy but he'd add gentleness and art back into sirius' life#james as sejanus#pls the thought of that makes me puke#are there lots of ways to write this as jegulus? yes#is this what im inspired to do rn?#also yes#andromeda as tigris#you could also sub out sirius' name for regulus' and write this as jegulus w barty as sejanus and narcissa as tigris#rabies#violence#graphic#war#cannibalism
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vampire!Regulus/cannibal!Barty
they despite each other carnally
#in the beginning barty ofc doesn't know reg is a vampire#maybe he only becomes a cannibal after they start dating because he wants to feel included in reggie's dinners?#imagine regulus sipping on a glass of blood while Barty is cutting up a steak made from the same victim#regulus black#barty crouch junior#bartylus
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Cannibal Regulus stumbling on Vampire James' leftover human remains in the forest and being like, "Oh well guess it's mine now tehe." He snags a couple entrails and bones yk the usual and immediately hears something so he turns around and starts to leave.
Fat chance cuz Vampire James starts to chase him. Cue long chasing sequence resembling predator and prey. The sick part is that fact that Regulus is laughing the entire time, because vampires are fast. James could've easily snatched him earlier and yet he has not. This is a chase that they both want.
#vampire james potter#cannibal regulus black#regulus black#james potter#james x regulus#starchaser#marauders era#jegulus au#sunseeker
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'⭐' I've only been here a short while, so I don't know if you have much to go on. I love music though and am very intrigued :) (I'm a Reg kin)
👀 a reg kin.. say less
- eat the young by hozier (i know it hasnt even come out yet but still)
- kill her freak out by samia
- cure for me by aurora
- daydreamer by aurora
- kill me by the pretty reckless
ask me!
#my god i hope i did okay#inspo was cannibalism disassociation insanity regulus black and the color green#:)#ask game
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He bloody kissed me😱
Barbie dolls: rosekiller x you (Evan rosier, Barty crouch jr, and your gay ass)
Words: 6.7k ish
Summary: gn!reader btw but so basically Barty and Evan decide to include you in their sex life so yeah
Warnings: allusions to Jegulus, Barty gets called a fucktoy, choking, Barty is v submissive and then Evan is like dominant?? And then r is like the medium between the two, KNIVES KNIVES, blood lots of blood, they lap up the blood like hounds, Barty cried during sex but like he's chill dont worry about him, handcuffs Barty is restrained, Voldemort mentioned, Evan quite enjoys degrading Barty, lots of praise, choking with a belt, Barty is the only one who cums, I don't think you people read these, Barty gets called a slut, cumslut, and a whore, cuckolding undertones srry ig, Barty's comes in his pants, is it comes or cums?, Barty's happy trail is mentioned so often it deserves a space in the credits, scarring, cannibalism undertones (they aren't under they're very present), AFTERCARE INCLUDED SUCK MY DICK ITS PART OF SEX, if you know me 😐not anymore
Being friends with Barty and Evan was enjoyable. They were funny, they were nice on occasion, however they were also insane. More specifically they were insane in bed. It wasn't even something you wanted to know. Everything you learned about their sex life was involuntary.
Barty would come in with a new bandage and an impossible to recreate grin. You'd get worried that he got into trouble and ask his what happened. He give you a bright smile and mutter 'ask my boyfriend'. You fell for it everytime, too. Your love for your friends often trumped your common sense. Always so worried for him you'd forget he was a physchopath dating a psychopath. He had shown up with bruises before, a hickey, a bruise on his arm in the shape of a hand, yada yada. If you didn't know them as well as you wished you didn't you would've thought Evan was beating Barty without his consent. Unfortunately you did know them, you knew they were a match made in hell. Bruises and cuts before, sure but never this bad.
From the second Barty entered the Great Hall, you were zoned in on his neck. A long blue stripe spanned across his throat, with more purple in a squarish shape. Evan was happily holding onto Barty's arm over his shoulders. They split when they reached the table, Barty coming to sit next to you and Evan across from him. Dorcas and Pandora were deep in a conversation about the way someone would go about turning into a tree. Regulus was ignoring all of you, deeply focused on his breakfast and the book in his lap. You gripped onto Barty's shoulder staring at his neck.
"Barty, what happened to your neck?" You whispered. Evan snorted across from you. You sent him a glare, assuming he was laughing at Barty.
"Belt." Barty said, reaching around you to steal a sausage off Regulus' plate.
"A belt? Barty, what? Who the hell did you get into a fight with? Who rips off their belt in the middle of a tossle? The fuck is wrong these people?" You started glancing around the Hall to see if you could find someone with a black eye or two.
"Who you looking for, baby?" Evan asked. You turned back to the table to stare at Evan. He raised an eyebrow at you. You looked between Barty's cocky grin and Evan's teasing look. The realization finally hit you, your shoulders slumping. You sighed and ripped your hand away from Barty's shoulder, wiping it off on your shirt.
"You two are filthy. Truly." Barty shrugged. Evan sneakily pulled a slice of toast off of Dorcas' plate. She continued arguing with Pandora about human trees.
"Well you can't lie, you think it's hot." Barty said, leaning in to your personal space. "Don't you, baby" You felt your ears go red. You stared at Barty's smug face. You reached up and pushed him away from you.
"No comment." Evan laughed at you.
"See that's basically a yes." Evan muttered. You shook your head.
"I think you two are disgusting little parasites. It's filthy and foul." You said, crossing your arms. Barty leaned his head on your shoulder, blinking up at you.
"I love it when you talk sexy." You shoved Barty off of you. Evan shrugged. You three went to your regular conversation over your assignments, most of which Barty didn't do and still aced the class.
In fact it wasn't until a week later they brought up their sex life to you, again. This time you shockingly hadn't fallen for their tricks. You were all piled in the boys' dorm. Dorcas, Pandora, and Marlene were all sat on Evan's bed. Marlene was painting Pandora's nails, not that she was very good at it. Dorcas had her head resting on top of Marlene's thigh, 'resting her eyes' as she said. Regulus had laid down for a nap hours ago. He had a very exhausting day, having to speak to Potter and all that. His curtains were drawn and you were glad the others had all silently agreed to stay quiet while speaking. You were sat on Barty's bed, which was next to Evan's. Barty and Evan were sitting next to you. Evan had his head rested on your shoulder, as him and Barty quietly whispered to each other. You were focused on your book, blocking out everyone's voices.
You kept your full attention on the story, the words sweeping you away into another world. Just as things were ramping up, a fight sparking between two characters, Marlene interrupted your train of thought. Her voice dragging you out of the world.
"Are you really going to let them do that next to you?" You gave her a confused look, tilting your head.
"Do what?" As you spoke you turned to look next to you. You found your boys with their tongues down each others throats. Barty had his leg thrown over Evan's lap, pushing Evan's shirt up. Evan yanked at Barty's hair. You were suddenly aware of the wet noises right next to your ear, their moans sending a chill of disgust down your spine.
"Oh! Boys, cut it out." You swatted them with your book. They broke apart sitting straight again. Evan pulled his shirt down. You noticed them both readjusting their pants, much to your dissapointment. You muttered about how nasty they were as you turned back to your book.
"Nothing was stopping you from joining, sweetheart." Evan whispered. You shuttered. You stared moved back to read where yu left off, though now you were unfocused. You could only think of the image of Barty running his nails down Evan's stomach. Evan biting down on Barty's tongue, his hand edging towards the band of Barty's pants. You kept restarting on your paragraph, trying your hardest to focus on the words. All you could think about was them. Within a second you realized your disgust was a red herring. You pretended to gag, you called them gross, you told them they were filthy rabbits, you told them to get a room, but really deep down you were...
attracted to them.
Oh god. Oh god, Oh god. You were attracted to not only your best friends, but your best friends who were dating. Not what do you do. Tell them? Have them stare at you with their 'I'm actively sitting next to my boyfriend' eyes? Ignore it? Just have them be all gross and loving and stuff in front of you all the time? You sighed deeply. It appears your best choice of action is to ignore it. You felt Evan wrap his arm around yours, using it as a pillow.
So you did ignore it, mostly. You really just stared at them wistfully as they went about loving each other and leaving the evidence of their long nights out in the open. It felt like they were taunting you with their hickeys, bruises, and kisses. Their gentle touches, showing the other they loved them, burning your own skin. They were completely clueless, just being in a happy realationship. All the while their best friend was yearning for them to touch you in the way they did each other. They did seem to catch the shift in tension. They hadn't said anything yet, but they'd share glances with each other.
Finally they did sit you down under the impression you were meeting up to get Regulus to confess his feelings. Barty held onto both your hands as he revealed that this meeting wasn't about Regulus, it was about you. Evan asked what was wrong, what was going on. You gave them both a confused look, lying and saying 'what i have no ideaaaaaa'. They both glared at you, giving you time to gather your own courage. You three sat in silence as you sucked in a deep breath.
"Okay yeah, well so basically-" You paused suddenly feeling like you should lie more to get yourself out of this terrible situation. You stared at the dormitory floor, wishing you were anywhere but Barty's bed.
"I am totally into these two hufflepuffs. I just I can't pick which one I want more. I just- It's all I can think about. And I know I've been distracted. But I will be working on focusing on my friends more. I know it must've been putting a strain on our friendship but I'm working on it." Lies, but hey why communicate when you could fib. Barty squeezed your hands. Evan sighed and rolled his eyes. So mayhaps they saw through it. Mayhaps they'll ignore it and let you slide.
"Do you genuinely think you're good at lying or do you just think we're stupid?" Evan asked. You gave him a confused look. You shook your head.
"I don't- I have no idea what you're talking about right-"
"Be serious."
"Okay so I lied. I'm a fibber. What about it?" You caved the second Barty spoke up. You had the backbone of an uncooked spaghetti noddle, but you still gave it a shot.
"Can you just tell us what's going on? You keep being weird." Evan groaned, crossing his arms. You sighed and pulled your hands out of Barty's.
"Alright fine, so maybe the Hufflepuffs were you. But maybe we don't need to talk about that or address that at all. Maybe ignoring it all was the friends we made along the way." Barty grabbed onto your hands again, Evan squatting down in front of you.
"Well, darling, have you considered that maybe we're totally into you too?" Barty asked, lightly squeezing your hands. Evan rested his hands on your knees.
"Obviously not." Evan muttered.
"Listen, the feelings are mutual. We've discovered this now. We're also sitting on a bed." Barty gestured to his sheets underneath you. Evan scoffed.
"Of course you're suggesting intercourse at a time like this." You whispered.
"You're not saying no." Evan pointed out.
"I am not, I am saying though, not now. Give me like a week or so to wrap my head around all this jazz." And with that you left to think. You retracted. You stayed quiet and ignored you friends. All of your energy put into figuring out what you wanted to do. It ended up only taking you about 3 days of silence for you to realize what you wanted to do. Which was to fuck them for a month straight, but you'd settle for a few minutes.
Within a flash of an eye you were searching for them all over the castle. You evenyually found them, sitting on the couch with Barty's head resting on Evan's shoulder. They were both decked in their pajamas, cozily curled up against each other. You stood in front of them waiting on them to look up at you. Evan did first, Barty's eyes closed. As they both stared at you, you steeled yourself.
"I know what I want." Evan nodded, giving you encouragement to finish your thought. "I want you to show me everything." They both looked at each other before standing. Evan latched onto your hand before grabbing onto Barty by the back of his shirt. Evan dragged you both up the stairs, his grip gentler on you. You were smiling the whole way up the staircase. Barty caught a glimpse of your face and blew you a kiss.
Barty moved to his bed, taking you with him. He laid down on his back and patted the mattress next to him. You sat next to him and watched him unbutton his shirt. Evan squatted down next to his bed digging under it. Barty smiled up at you pointing to his lips before puckering them. You met his demands, leaning down to him. Barty quickly buried his hand on the back of your head, tugging the hair between his fingers. You groaned into his mouth. Barty took the opertunity to slip his tongue past your lips. You felt Barty's hand leave your head, only to be replaced by another hand. Evan pulled your head back, your throat being fully exposed. Evan dipped his head down, dragging his teeth down the column of your neck. You heard Barty sigh under you both. Evan pulled back and set a shoebox on top of Barty's chest, using him a table. Evan pulled the lid off, glancing up at you to make sure your attention was on him.
"This is most of everything, babe. We're still learning what's enjoyable and what's not. I thought we'd start here. Barty is our test subject, for today. Trust me, he wont mind." Evan said. You leaned forward peering into the box. What you found wasn't really all that intresting, a belt, lube, condoms, a knife, handcuffs that looked particularly cheap, but it was more the gaurentee of what was to come, Barty. You felt a grin grow, looking up at Evan. He nodded.
"Knew you'd be curious. So here's my preposition, I'll do something and you watch. Then if you wanted to try, I could talk you through it, yeah?" You nodded excitedly at Evan. Evan removed the box from Barty, instead setting it next to you on the bed. Barty sat up and slipped his shirt off entirely, dropping it to the floor. Evan straddled Barty's hips. Barty pinned his hands underneath Evan's legs. Barty looked giddy. You sat next to them, watching them intently. Evan sighed, running his hands up and down Barty's chest.
"Barty doesn't really need much of anything, he's truly just a fuck toy. He quite enjoys choking, but the belt is really something that needs more buildup." You listened intently to Evan. You wanted to pay your full attention to Evan but he kept tweaking Barty's nipples while talking. Evan slid his hand up to Barty's throat. Evan squeezed, watching Barty's grin grow. Barty stared up at Evan. His eyes slipped away from Evan's to yours. Evan squeezed harder making Barty's eyes roll back.
"How do you know you're not hurting him, more than he wants I mean?" You asked, looking away from Barty to look at Evan. Evan smiled at you, glad you were excited to learn.
"He'll tap me three times if he wants me to stop, or he'll say 'snakes'. " Evan turned his focus back to Barty. Barty's mouth had gone slack, staring up at the ceiling. Evan looked back to you.
"Do you wanna try?" You felt a wave of warmth pass over you at the question. You nodded. You were slightly concerned that you'll do it wrong. Barty's face and Evan's muttered praises as you took Evan's place. You straddled Barty as he breathed harder, catching his breath.
You felt his bulge pressing into your leg as you settled your hands on his stomach. Evan sat where you were, next to the box, off to the side. Evan rubbed your shoulder as you traced Barty's happy trail. Evan gently grabbed the back of your hand pulling it up towards Barty's neck. You looked to Barty, uncertain that he didn't just enjoy choking because Evan was the one doing it. Barty smiled up at you, nodding eagerly. Evan pressed a kiss to your shoulder, placing your hand on Barty's throat. Evan took his hand off yours, giving you a moment to pull away if you needed. He placed his hand back on yours, squeezing on the sides.
"Squeeze him like that, yeah?" You nodded, mimicking Evan's force. Barty was smiling at you the whole time, egging you on.
"Harder. Pretty please, darling?" Barty muttered. You glanced at Evan, out of the corner of your eye. Evan nodded, reasueingly rubbing your arm. He ran his hand down to yours, showing you how to add more pressure properly. When Evan removed his hand and you took over, Barty moaned. He opened his mouth again. You wanted to lean over to Evan and ask why Barty did that but it felt mean. You were enjoying the look on Barty's face. You looked over at Evan with a growing grin. Evan smiled at you.
"Yeah?" You nodded, looking back down at Barty. You realeased your grip. Barty opened his eyes watching as your hand returned to his happy trail. Evan ignored Barty's whining, focusing on you in stead.
"What's next? You wanna pick from the box?" Evan asked. You nodded, although you were starting to feel like Evan was babying you. You leaned over Barty to look inside the box. You pulled the handcuffs out, showing them to Evan. He took the out of your hands.
"Barty, hands up." Barty raised his arms from his sides. Evan pulled the handcuffs through the top part of the headboard. You helped move Barty's hands to the handcuffs. Evan pulled Barty's wrists into them, locking the cuffs. Evan noticed the worring look on your face.
"He can get out of them if he wants to, they're actually a toy from like a random gas station in the middle of nowhere." You looked back to see Barty waving around his free hand. Evan tsked pulling Barty's hand back towards the cuffs. Barty grinned, leaving his hands above his head. He sent you a wink as you looked back into the box. Evan looked with you, curious it see what you would pull out next. You glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. He gave you an encouraging look as you reached into the shoebox. You pulled out the knife, holding the handle out to Evan. Evan smiled at you, taking the Knife out of your hands.
Now that you were actually looking at it you could tell it was less of a knife and more of a dagger. The handle and sheath was green, tiny gemstones forming flowers. If you didn't have an impatient Barty bucking his hips up into yours, you would've marveled at the beauty.
Evan pulled the sheath off the dagger, who knew a knife could get prettier with its clothes off? It was very pretty, two small slivers of space in the middle dragging from the handle down towards the tip. If you were Barty, you'd be quite excited. Evidently he was, moaning at the sound of Evan pulling the knife out of the sheath. Evan looked up at you to make sure you were paying attention before moving the dagger towards Barty. Evan gently dragged it over his skin, doing nothing more than enticing Barty.
"Pay attention, baby. You have to be gentle. You don't want to hurt him, more than usual." You followed along, watching Evan's hands. Evan placed one hand further up Barty's chest, the other one spinning the blade around. Evan pointed the tip down, pressing the metal into Barty's stomach. He dragged it down slowly, a small trail of blood following it. Barty groaned. You ignored him, focusing on Evan. Evan looked up at you as he pulled the bloody blade away, showing you the small mark he left. It was barely two inches big, off to the side. You stared at the red on the side of blade. Something deep inside you told you to lean forward and run your tongue over the blade. You didn't.
You gently took the blade out of Evan's hand. He nodded at you, whispering something about 'being good'. You didn't catch it but felt it was an inappropriate time to bring up your chronic 'huh?'-ing. You stared down at Barty, checking with him again if he was ready. Barty smiled at you, bucking his hips up. You groaned and shot your hands down to his hips. You pushed them down into the mattress.
"Sit still." You ordered, your tone biting at Barty's grin. He wanted to roll his eyes but your and Evan's wicked smiles made him reconsider. Barty stayed still, waiting. You brought the knife down towards his stomach. Off to the left side of his bellybutton closer to his hipbone. You watched Barty's reaction as you made a small cut in a downwards angle. Evan encouraged you with a kiss to your cheek as Barty whimpered underneath you. You watched the cut dribble out blood, a swam of excitement passing over your skin making you flush more. You looked up to Barty's contorted face. His eyebrows pushed up, his teeth digging into his inner cheek, eyes squeezed shut.
"Good?" You muttered, patting his face. Barty opened his eyes, looking up at your concerned face. You saw tears swelling in his waterline. He nodded egearly, flashing his teeth to settle your worries.
You pulled back, looking back at the cut you made. It was smaller than Evan's on Barty's other hip. You glanced over at that one to compare the two. Just to make sure you were doing it right. You noticed a scar under Evan's cut. It was two letters, ER made out of small cuts. You glanced over at Evan to see his cocky grin. He raised an eyebrow at you. You turned back to your cut, deciding you'd make a similar mark. Although you expected it to only last for tonight, a wand's flick and it's gone. You pressed the blade to the end of the last cut, pulling it up. Barty whined again, tugging at his cuffs.
You pulled the blade back admiring your downward pointing arrow. You stared at the blood making a mess on Barty's skin. You checked on Evan, finding him watching the blade with all the intensity of a man watching his best friend butcher his boyfriend. Consensually, of course. You glanced at Barty's face, seeing his tears rolling down his cheeks in a mess. He seemed to sense your concern immediately speaking to you.
"Good. 's good. So good, please keep going, please." His words pushed against each other, mixing together from his desperation. You focused back on his side, wiping away some of blood that was obstructing your view. You made 4 more cuts, turning the downward arrow into a small heart. With each stroke of your hands, Barty let out a whine. Evan started to coo at Barty, the longer you spent at his hip. Evan leaned towards Barty's face, brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. Evan muttered to Barty degradation in his soft tone.
It was quite confusing, his tone made it sound nice but when you focused on Evan's words you felt sick to your stomach. When you finally pulled back from Barty's hip there was a lovely little heart on the opposite side of Evan's initials. You looked up to see Barty's face wet with his tears and his eyes red. You creened, leaning forward to kiss Barty's wet cheeks.
"You're such a good boy, Barty. I'm so proud of you, doing such a good job for us." You muttered in his ear as Evan called him a slut in the other. Barty whined at the contrasting words. You pulled back from his face, looking down at the heart. The surrounding area was red with blood and flushed pain. You met Evan's eyes. He left a kiss on Barty's cheekbone before leaning towards you. He stared down at the heart, complimenting your good work. While you enjoyed how the cuts had effected Barty, his bulge pressing into your inner thigh desperately hard, you liked seeing his blood more. You wanted to lick Barty's stomach clean. You stared at Evan. He looked at you confused.
"Can I lick it?" You muttered, scared to ask much louder than a breath. Evan stared at you for a second as a grin that would make Voldemort himself quiver with fear. He gave you a small nod. You looked to Barty, his chest was heaving, his eyes still red and his arms still held tightly above his head. He nodded aggressively, trying to get his message across as fast as possible.
"Do it." Barty whispered. Evan tsked at Barty.
"Manners, Barty. Be nice to our quest." Evan chided Barty, pushing his hair back again. Barty nodded against Evan's hand.
"I'll be good. I'll be good, I promise. Rosie, I promise." Barty whined, his words mashing together again. You ignored Evan's coos as you dropped your head to Barty's hip. You tentatively swiped the tip of your tongue over a small drop of blood away from the cuts. You heard Barty moan as your eyes rolled back from his metallic taste. You were no longer taking small steps, he was too good to not spoil. You flattened your tongue out licking up every drop of Barty's blood. Loud moans rolled off Barty's tongue as you continued your work. You loved the extreme intimacy of it, also the bloody taste but that's a separate matter.
You felt Evan's hand met the back of your head again, pulling your face away from Barty's stomach. His eyes snagged on the dark shadow smeared over the bottom half of your face.
He always scolded you for being a messy eater. Evan never considered he'd find your freaky grin splattered with his boyfriend's blood so attractive. The room had gotten darker somewhere between choking Barty and now, though you weren't sure when too focused on Barty and Evan.
So no Evan couldn't see the exact shade of red on your face but he could still taste the copper on your lips. Barty told Evan he was a messy kisser, clacking teeth and sloppily slipping his tongue into Barty's mouth. But Barty had never seen Evan like this.
Evan was swiping his tongue everywhere but your mouth it seemed. He was rabid, more than usual. Evan was messily and harshly kissing you, his hand holding onto your hair tightly. Evan was moaning into your lips as he tried to get more of the coppery taste of Barty's blood in his mouth. Evan liked the taste the Barty, but he thinks he might like the taste of Barty more when he takes it from your mouth.
You pulled back from the kiss, dropping to Barty's hip again. You swiped your mouth over the surrounding area of Barty's cuts, occasionally tracing the lines with the tip of your tongue. The feeling of warmth from your mouth around his wounds made Barty wail in pleasure. He wanted to yank at your hair as much as Evan already has.
Barty pulled at the cuffs above his head. You lifted your head, looking up at Barty. He understood why Evan pounced on you like that before. The sight of his blood smeared across your mouth made him want to kiss it off like Evan already had. You leaned in towards Barty's face. Barty could smell the copper on you as you tilted your head. Barty learched his head forward, colliding his lips with yours.
He moaned at the taste of his own blood invading his mouth. Evan rubbed your back as he moved behind you. You nipped at Barty's bottom lip. He messily tried to lick at the blood around your mouth as he kissed you. You pulled away from his lips, sliding down to his neck. You swirled your tongue around him as you dragged your teeth over his skin.
Barty moaned, yanking at the cuffs holding his arms up again. You slid your free hand up Barty's throat, over his chin, and to his mouth. You slipped two of your fingers past his lips. Barty reacted instantly, swiping his tongue over your fingertips. You could feel the blood on your face smearing onto Barty's neck as you made yet another hickey. You pulled back letting his skin go. Evan helped you sit up straight, holding on to you by your waist. You pointed the tip of the dagger at Barty, making him whimper around your fingers.
"You'll be a good little slut and listen to us, won't you?" Your tone was edging on pity. Barty nodded, his movement restrained by your fingers pressing into his tongue. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder, pressing his lips to your ear.
"You're doing good. Do you want me to show you the belt now?" You grinned as you nodded. Evan lightly kissed you before focusing back on the box. He plucked the dagger from your hands, much to your disappointment. You pulled your hand away from Barty's mouth back to his chest. Evan put the knife back it's rightful sheath before taking the belt out from the box. He tapped Barty's chin. Barty lifted his head up. Evan slid the belt behind Barty's head. He glanced at you as he slipped the end through the buckle and pulled. It wasn't tight enough to squeeze Barty yet but it was close enough that it wouldn't slip off. Evan held the end of the belt out towards you. You took it, still straddling Barty's hips. Evan moved behind you, running his hands up and down your back as he whispered to you.
"Now pull." You listened to Evan, yanking on the strap. The leather around Barty's neck tightened as his jaw went slack.
"Good. Tighter." You turned your head, looking back at Evan. He gave you a nod. You pulled on the end of the belt again, this time gentler. Barty's eyes rolled back before he refocused on staring at you. He looked like he was going to cry again. Evan hummed running his hands around from your back to your stomach.
"Release it." You loosened your grip on the strap. The belt around Barty's throat quickly loosened as he sucked in a breath. Barty's chest heaved up and down as he caught up with his lungs. Evan nodded against your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. After Barty finally evened his breaths Evan whispered to you again.
"Again. Pull." You stared into Barty's eyes as you pulled again, this time getting the right tightness on the first try. Barty let out a strangled groan. You watched Barty's face as Evan's hands traveled upwards. Your shirt gathered around his wrists as Evan moved his hands up towards your nipples. Evan pressed a kiss to your temple.
"Release." You let the end of the belt slide through your hands. Barty gasped as his breath returned. Evan nodded. As Evan gave you his repetitive instructions, you found the pace of the pulling and releasing. You were able to torment Barty's airway without Evan's instruction. Evan seemed to be quite proud of this, kissing along the curve of your neck. Barty was enjoying this more than the two of you combined, his eyes rolling back and moans slipping past his lips everytime you tightened the belt.
You liked it. A lot. You liked watching the belt dig into Barty's skin. You liked his moans. You liked his erection pressing against your leg. You liked how he left his life in your hands with the hope for pleasure. You liked how Barty's moans encouraged Evan to roll your nipples between his fingers and suck harder on your neck. You liked how Evan's motions made you grind down on Barty's lap, making Barty groan. Starting the cycle all over again.
You kept your pace with the belt, giving Barty time to catch his breath and not die. You leaned back against Evan's chest. You pulled your arm back, resting your hand on the back of Evan's head. You watched Barty's eyes focus on you again, staring at Evan's hand as it slid down your chest. You yanked on the belt again. Barty tilted his head back, whimpering loudly. Your hips moved on their own, grinding down on Barty again.
Evan groaned in your ear, dipping his hand down to the waistband of your pants. You shook your head against Evan, dropping your hand from his hair to the back of his hand. You dragged his fingers back to your chest. Evan easily accepted this, going back to tweaking your nipples. You keep pulling and releasing the belt while you bucked your hips against Barty's. His pajama pants were thin, which made it all the more exciting. You released the belt again, giving Barty time to catch up with the world again. Evan pulled his chin over your shoulder to stare down at Barty.
"You're loving all the attention, aren't you? You're such a pathetic fucking cumslut." Evan mocked Barty's moans, as Barty yanked at his handcuffs again. Just as Barty was about to bite a quip back to Evan, you yanked on the end of the belt. The leather dug into the skin of Barty's neck. You realized now why Barty's neck was always bruised, he talked too much. Evan chuckled. His laugh vibrated through you, his chest pressed against your back.
"Look at you, learning so well. Shutting Barty up like that, I'm proud of you." Evan whispered, his lips pressing against your ear. Your grip on the belt faultered from your shiver. Barty let in a fast breath. Evan tsked next to you, holding onto your hand with his. He tightened the belt, pecking your jaw.
Evan turned his attention back to your nipples, as you focused back on grinding down onto Barty's lap. You picked but the pace of tightening and releasing easily. As Barty started to get more desperate, bucking his hips up, you quickened the pace. Evan licked up your neck, nipping under your chin. You moaned, dropping your head back on Evan's shoulder. Through the split seconds of peace, Barty liked the image of you grinding against him with his boyfriend sucking at your neck.
Your tightest squeeze around his neck, coupled with your loudest moan from Evan, was what pushed Barty over the edge. Wetting his boxers and thin pajama pants. His head was light from the lack of air and the heavy pleasure. You dropped the tail end of the belt, giving all your attention to Evan. You pulled him back from your neck, meeting his lips feveriously.
Barty watched you both intently as he ignored the feeling of his underwear sticking to him. You nipped at Evans bottom lip as he slipped his tongue past your lips. You dragged your teeth over it, before pulling back to stare down at Barty with a mocking look.
"Awe did our little whore cum in his pants? All untouched. Pitiful." You mocked his blissed outface. Barty lolled his head to the side, letting it rest on his bicep. You gently dragged your finger over his happy trail. Evan moved out from behind you, sitting next to Barty's tired body. You traced around the little heart by Barty's hip. Barty let out a whimper, nuzzling his face against Evan's hand.
"Yeah? Baby's tired?" Evan said, in a high pitched voice you'd used on a dog with a broken leg. Barty made a pathetic noise, nodding his head. You gently slipped your fingers between Barty's bruised neck and the leather belt. You pulled, slipping the belt off of him. Barty closed his eyes, leaning further towards Evan. Evan reached up to the headboard, releasing Barty's wrists. Barty dropped his arms, if you didn't know better you'd mock him for his broken marionette position. You rolled the belt up, gently placing it in the box. You held your hand out for the handcuffs from Evan, dropping those into the box as well.
You helped Evan, help Barty up onto his feet. You both gently lead Barty to the bathroom, taking the box with you.
When you three entered, turning on the light, you looked to the mirror. You found your face was still tinted red from Barty, as long as your hands. You looked over Evan. He had a red tint too, spefically over his lips, you wondered if he'd still taste like copper. Barty was the worst of all, he looked like he tried to make great friends with a bear. His neck would most definitely be bruising, his hair was sweaty and pointing in odd directions, his own blood smeared and dried around his bottom lip and down his throat. He had a smile on though, gazing at you both with loving eyes.
Evan turned both bathtub knobs to the max, dipping his hand under the water before tinkering with the temperature.
"Oh, Evan Darling, where is your wand?" Evan gestured to his bed, helping Barty step out of his now soaked pants. You quickly fetched it before handing it over to Evan. Evan pointed the tip at Barty's stomach. Barty grumbled, yanking the wand out of Evan's hands.
"I want the scar. It's a little heart, how could I not love it?" Evan hummed at Barty's bargaining. Evan glanced over at you. You shrugged and held your hands up, instead focusing on making a warm bubble bath for Barty.
"I suppose." Evan muttered. You know if Barty had access to all of his Barty brain he'd 'yippee' though now you settled from his little sigh of triumph. Evan pointed his wand back at Barty's cuts, quickly scaring over them like they've been there for years. Barty smiled happily running his fingers over the new heart scar. Evan turned back to you, finding the bath dyed acid green and a pile of bubbles on top. Evan gave you a grimace. You scoffed at him, latching on to Barty's hand.
"Have you never heard of fun? Whimsy? Joy and all things nice? Party pooper." You muttered as you helped Barty into the bath. Barty grinned up at Evan.
"It's great. Love, love, love green." Evan rolled his eyes at Barty. You both assisted Barty through his bathing routine, praising him for how well he did tonight. Evan focused mainly on Barty's hair routine as you whispered to Barty appreciation for his hard work. You switched roles when it came to washing Barty's body.
You worked on the stains, being gentle to his bruises. Evan's praises made Barty hide his face in your arm, as you rinsed him off.
As you drained the tub Evan set out pajamas for Barty on the sink counter. You helped dry off Barty. You asked if he wanted to blow dry his hair, Barty said it was 'too mother fucking loud'. Evan dressed Barty, sealing his new outfit with a peck to Barty's cheek. Barty hopped up on the counter, watching as Evan wiped your face clean. You cleaned his chin with the same wet rag.
Then you three brushed your teeth, Barty trying to fight you over the sink territory. You did not amuse him, rolling your eyes at him and moving to Evan's sink. Barty tucked himself into Evan's bed. Evan washed off the dagger in his sink as you scrubbed under your nails.
"Are you guys going to come give me love or just stand in the bathroom all day." Barty yelled across the room into the bathroom. Evan scoffed and wiped the knife off with a towel. Evan leaned his head out the bathroom door.
"Barty, respectfully, shut your fucking mouth." Evan turned back to the dagger, sheathing it and putting back in its place.
"Make me, bitch." Evan stared up at the ceiling when Barty's voice chimed again. You continued to run the tiny brush under your nails as you stood in the bathroom door frame.
"We're almost done, Baby. Just be patient." You said towards the Barty shaped pile of blankets. You moved back to the sink, rinsing the suds off. Evan closed the shoebox, flicking his wand at it. The box flew out the bathroom and tucked itself under Evan's bed, as you assumed.
"I'm no good at that." Barty said, although it was muffled from the 900 blankets stacked on top of him. Evan kissed your cheek, smiling at your now unstained hands.
"We can tell." Evan muttered. Evan turned the bathroom light off on his way out. He dragged you towards his bed, pointing at the mattress.
"I heard that."
"I know." Evan rolled his eyes as he walked over to Barty's bed. You tucked yourself into Evan's bed. Barty quickly snuggled up against you, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing tightly. He intertwined your legs.
"Alright give me a little oxygen." You whispered. Barty grumbled, loosening his grip. You glanced over at Evan watching him swish his wand at the mattress. He came back muttering about clean sheets. Evan spooned Barty, reaching over him to hold your hand. Barty fell asleep first, snoring loudly. You were next, falling asleep feeling Evan press a peck to your temple.
Part two
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I had this dream where Alicent and Viserys had an another daughter she rides a dragon. She and Jace are in love but she’s forced to marry Aemond. It doesn’t stop them from meeting in secret and she ends up having six kids with him but everyone thinks it’s Aemond’s -not even Jace- because Otto and Alicent hide it. Which is wired because some of them have strong features. The kids are kinda psychopaths with Hecate having a personality similar to Helena. They end up killing a dragon that one of the Black’s we’re gonna bond with when they were playing with a canon and don’t really care. Anyway she is imprisoned I guess they don’t trust her because of her dragon or Aemond found out she cheated I’m not sure as it’s fuzzy. This causes her kids to sneak out to Dragonstone and end up meeting Jace who’s sitting on a throne representing Rhaenyra as she is dealing with something. They bend the knee to Rhaenyra as long as their mother is free. While they don’t trust them they accept because the siblings have full grown dragons.
By the way the kids know Jace is their Dad they just don’t care nor do they trust him because he never saved her from the abuse she dealt from Aemond.
Baelon the oldest is named after his uncle and great grandfather. He is the sanest of the siblings but that’s like being the tallest dwarf he prefers a crossbow over a sword. It is said he can hear everything whether it means a keen sense of hearing or spies is uncertain. He rides Astraea the sword.
Hecate the second oldest is named after her mother’s lady in waiting who helped her meet with Jace. Much to Alicent’s dismay she was a priestess of Rhollar. Like Helena she has dragon dreams and is quite skilled in poison making having a private garden filled with deadly plants. She rides the dragon Regulus.
Aemma the third oldest is nothing like her namesake she rides cannibal and is rumoured to be one herself. Despite this horrific personality and skill with a blade she is like a puppy in the presence of her mother. She is the one who tolerates Jace the most due to his duty to the crown. One of the only things she cares about as she wants to protect the kingdom.
Rhaegar is named after an old Targaryen Lord who saved the house from plots by other houses. Like his namesake he is quite cunning that with his charisma and men and women on their knees willing to do everything for him he is a tricky opponent. He tolerates his father the least. His weapons are his words leading him to have been beaten by Aemond and Cole when he was younger. When his skill strategy was revealed this stopped. His dragon is Hallowscreecher.
Valerion is named after the old Valyrian God of the dead. This name was chosen to honour the god as she feared the house would go to war and she didn’t want to lose her children. His prefers weapons are daggers. Valerion wishes to make Rhollar the main religion of Westeros thanks to Hecate the lady in waiting. He rides the dragon Ladypyre.
Shaena the youngest but far from the most innocent. Named after a Valyrian woman who ended the man she loved as a way to say her mother will get revenge for Jace abandoning her and being engaged to Baela. The girl is quite creepy blending in with the shadows and quite as a mouse. She practices blood magic on a daily basis using animals and those who anger her. Her dragon is Hesperia the dusk dragon.
Anyway…
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The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined Part 6
Regulus Black AU
Summary: You had been Regulus’ friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader
Rating: M- smut
Link to Part 5
Song in chapter: Narcissistic Cannibal by Korn
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Over the following few weeks, Regulus kept up his promise. He was trying harder to gain your approval and affection than anyone else in the world ever had. You were waking up to flowers on your bedside table, cutesy little notes, and requests for dates. As long as you had known Regulus, you had never seen him work this hard for a woman.
And I can’t be more flattered
You thought with a smile after waking up to the newest bouquet of flowers on your table.
If only I could make myself fully trust him.
The second thought was enough to make the dark thoughts return…as they typically did. Even though Regulus was working hard to gain your affection, parts of you still worried that once you fully trusted him he would go cold again. You weren’t sure if your heart could honestly take another letdown from the man you loved so much.
Love is a funny word.
Love truly felt funny for you to say. You had always been aware of its existence and had always been exposed to it. Remus loved Sirius. James loved Lily. Your parents truly loved each other but for some reason, love didn’t seem to like you. While you understood that Regulus did what he did for a reason (at least, that is what he told you) you still felt nervous to accept what Regulus was offering to you now.
What if you said yes and he changed his mind? What if he went dark again? Would you be able to handle the thought of him in those death eater robes again? What if he went back to his family and the dark side and was killed? You wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would need to die right along with him.
I’ll have to decide something soon. The poor man is really going out of his way.
You got out of bed to get ready for the day’s activities, a trip to Azkaban. You didn’t want to go back but orders from Moody said you were.
“Might as well get this over with.”
(later that day)
Regulus sat at the table brooding over a cup of coffee when Sirius plopped down in front of him.
“Good day, star shine.”
Regulus looked up at his brother before flipping him off. Sirius made a fake offended expression before putting a hand on his heart.
“How rude! What the fuck is wrong with you? Did Y/n not fluff your pillows last night?”
Regulus groaned. He would love for you to “fluff his pillows.” It had been so long since he was able to touch you and it was driving him nuts. While he was trying to respect your decision to move slowly (or that was the way that he was taking it) he was going nutty. Now here Sirius sat trying to be funny but no one was laughing….
“Yeah right.”
Regulus grumbled. Sirius leaned back in his seat. He wasn’t a fool. Sirius knew exactly what you were doing and what Regulus was being put through.
“Look Reg, you can’t blame her. Y/n has been through a lot. She’s loved you for a long time.”
Regulus groaned again.
“I’m aware, Sirius.”
Sirius was quiet for a moment. He watched his younger brother carefully. Sirius knew Regulus was trying. Regulus was trying harder than he had ever tried at anything in his life.
Sirius had a lot of things that he wanted to say to Regulus. He wanted to threaten him to not break your heart again. Sirius couldn’t sit back and watch that happen over and over. He also wanted to tell Regulus how proud of him he was. It was the total flipside of the coin.
Regulus, in all of his years, didn’t seem as self-absorbed as he once did. For once, Regulus was trying to put someone else first. Sirius could also see that Regulus, in fact, had feelings. Regulus wasn’t the stuck-up House of Black heir…and Sirius couldn’t be more proud of him.
“You really love her don’t you?”
Regulus nodded.
“More than anything. I know you don’t believe me but I did everything that I did for a reason. As I told Y/n, I knew that she would have followed me anywhere. I did not want to see her dead or in prison for supporting me. If she had been killed, my life would be over. Y/n is my reason for existing. Without her, I would walk out in front of a muggle bus.”
Sirius sat quietly for a moment.
“First off, no walking out in front of muggle buses. I can not process that one. I know Y/n is giving you a heck of a time but keep trying. She’s like Remus. You have to keep working through those layers. I know Y/n very well and she loves you. Maybe you should make a move?”
“Yeah and get my head kicked in…I’m feeling a lot of love…”
The conversation was interrupted by the sound of loud music coming from the living room. Sirius glanced over his shoulder before smirking.
“Your wife is home…and judging by what’s coming from the living room it sounds like she’s had a bad day. You should go check on her…”
Regulus quickly stood up before going into the living room where you lay, rather dramatically, with one arm over your eyes.
Sometimes I hate the life I made Everything's wrong every time Pushing on, I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time Holding on, I'm lost in a haze Fighting life to the end of my days
Regulus blinked a few times before walking over to the stereo and shutting it off. You lowered your arm slowly and gave him a little frown.
“Why did you turn my music off?”
Regulus moved to sit down beside you on the couch as you put your arm once again over your face.
“I take it you had a bad day?”
You whined.
“Something like that. I had to go to Azkaban and that place just sucks the joy right out of you.”
Regulus tilted his head to the side before tentatively reaching out and taking your free hand in his. He gently stroked his thumb over the palm of your hand rubbing soothing circles.
“Did you use your patronus?”
You nodded.
“I’m still exhausted though. Random fun fact, my patronus is still your animagus form.”
Regulus slightly smiled as you lowered your am taking in his reaction.
“I’m sure if I could make one again mine would still be yours too.”
You moved your eyes to look at the ceiling.
“Reg, I can’t keep doing it.”
“Doing what?”
Regulus questioned, his voice darkening. You turned to look at him again taking in his appearance. The man in front of you was Regulus, your Regulus. It felt as if you were sitting here with your best friend… like nothing had changed. You truly missed this feeling.
“This…trying to keep up some tough front with you. I’ve missed you so much. Now we are in this house together all the time. You are going to new heights to prove yourself. I love you, Regulus but I’m scared to get hurt again. I need to rant so work with me here. I’m scared that I’m going to open my heart and you will leave to go back to them. I’m scared that I am going to see you in those death eater robes again…or in the morgue. I don’t want to have to see you be put into some fancy coffin knowing that I will never see you again…”
You were relieved to see Regulus’ mouth drop. He quickly moved to sit on his knees to stroke his fingers down your cheek.
“Y/n, love, I promise I will not be going back to that side. I saw the error in my old ways of thinking. I am not going anywhere. Does it make you feel better knowing that I feel the same way every time you leave this house for work? Love, you are a bit of a crazy girl. Sometimes your antics are rather…wild. I know you have a hard time trusting me and I don’t blame you but I’m here…with you now.”
You moved to sit up and slide your way down onto Regulus’ lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tentatively pressed your forehead to his. You wanted to preserve the moment of closeness as long as you could. Regulus snuggled his face right back wanting the same thing.
“I want you to be the good guy.”
Regulus placed a hand on the side of your face.
“I’m being the good guy now.”
Sirius’ suggestion of “maybe you need to make a move” popped back into Regulus’ mind. He took a breath before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. To Regulus’ surprise, you didn’t push him away or panic, instead you kissed him back. Every moment of the kiss was exactly what Regulus needed.
“I want you, Reggie.”
You moaned against his mouth. Regulus sighed.
“I don’t want you to regret it and ruin all of this progress we’ve made.”
You chuckled, softly while twirling your fingers in Regulus’ curls.
“I’ve really put you through hell haven’t I, darling?”
Regulus shrugged.
“I mean…I have been jacking off in the shower more than I ever did as a teenager. That and I have been fawning over you pathetically…ask my brother.”
You gave Regulus another small kiss before glancing over his shoulder. The last thing that you wanted was for Remus to see Regulus toting you up to your room. Sure, Remus had an idea that you were going to get back with Regulus eventually. That, however, didn’t mean that he needed to see it.
“Why don’t we go upstairs and fix that?”
You suggested. Regulus waited all of three seconds before picking you up and going upstairs.
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