#i do actually have the Regulus star on my back

[6-paris-6]

Regulus and James 😭

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fisherman james, who actually sucks at it but is very optimistic about his brand-new hobby (bc monty is great at it so he wants something else to bond over with his dad, he's cute like that)

enter merman regulus, who falls in love with him from afar, so he helps the very dumb human to catch some fish, in secret.

like, james is doing all the steps wrong and always uses the wrong knots and bait, but somehow he always gets the biggest catch ever. he gets sooo smug about it, telling everyone that he's a natural and shows off to everyone who could dare to hear him.

however, he's also a big softie, he doesn't want to harm the fish, so he lets them go after some obnoxious pictures.

regulus, who is actually the one catching the fish for him, finds it preposterous. he's helping the hot human? and he just gives the fish back? regulus is basically courting him?? and he's just giving the fish back????

so, in his very smart merman brain, he does the obvious thing: brings bigger fish! maybe james is just a very difficult man (merman? regulus doesn't care) but no one would ever say no to a shark

james actually passes out when he sees the shark and falls to the sea, a tragedy given he was completely on his own

cue to regulus having to save him on a very dramatic scene, he also has to take back the shark and make sure james doesn't end up dying

it's a very exhausting thing, trying to be this man's mate, but regulus is no quitter. so he manages.

when he gets james to the shore, the fisherman wakes up and sees regulus, and his mind goes absolutely blank, no thoughts, only pretty merman on sight. his brain is basically a blubbering mess of "oh my god i almost died, he's so pretty, mermaids are real what the fuck, he's so pretty, did he save me? he's so pretty lord"

regulus is a bit dumbfounded too, he knew the human was pretty, but he never got to see him from this close, and the man is somehow even more stunning, it's crazy.

james immediately tries to talk to him, and regulus understands him, of course he does, he's smart as fuck, he knows about the human language, he doesn't know how to say anything besides his name tho.

so their talk goes like:

james [in love]: who are you?

regulus: regulus

james: did you save me?

regulus: *clicking sounds*

james [still trying]: did you bring the shark?

regulus: *aggresive clicking sounds*

they actually don't talk much, and then some people who saw james fall start to arrive, so regulus has to leave.

james is in love.

regulus comes back the next day, super early, matching james who's also incredibly eager to see him again. and this time, regulus is closer than ever.

james pretty much forgets about fishing altogether and just spends the whole time trying to talk to regulus, and this cycle continues for several days until regulus is able to talk back to him.

james tries so hard to learn everything about regulus and merpeople, he's a sap, it's amazing. when he finally learns about courting gifts, he spends a whole afternoon making regulus a handmade necklace, it has a little star and sun pendant and it's made of pure gold so sea water can't do any damage to him.

regulus thinks they are basically married then.

something something, regulus figures that if he's on land enough time to dry, he can turn into a human, and that makes everything easier. james can now take him on proper dates and for their first one, he takes him to the village's library. regulus is so excited he can't stop preening.

in the meantime tho, we have sirius who is an overbearing but very loving brother, who hasn't heard from regulus in hours and goes to the human's ship to find him

imagine his surprise when his baby brother and the man who he has described as his mate are not there. but remus is (he's james' best friend, he doesn't like fishing but reading in the boat is one of the best things on earth, according to him)

sirius, is then nervous as fuck, because his little brother told him he was with a human on a boat, and now he's on said boat, and his little brother is NOT there, and there's ANOTHER human

so he does the only thing he thinks is reasonable:

he flips the whole boat while remus is still on it and then he grabs said remus by the collar and starts screaming the living daylights out of him.

remus: what the fuck

when remus manages to calm sirius down, he explains that yes, this is james boat, he just lent it to him because he went on a date with his boyfriend, yes, said boyfriend does look like sirius, but he's only seen him with two legs which sirius definitely lacks, so there's that. then he also says he would really appreciate if sirius could bring back the book he was reading before being rudely flipped over by a sea creature, thanks.

sirius kinda falls in love immediately, there's something so hot about that human that didn't even bat an eye at seeing a merman and just straight asked for his book.

for my sake, sirius already knows how to speak the human language bc regulus has been teaching him as well

so sirius brings back the book, which is ruined, but at least it's back, and then forces remus to wait so he could take him to regulus

when sirius has 2 legs, remus has the sudden realization that his best friend is dating a merman, which in his opinion is something you should at least mention to your best friend u know?

so yeah, they both go to yell at them.

and if sirius pretends his legs are weaker than they actually are just so remus has to hold him all the way, that's HIS business

god this is so long now

anyways, when they find jegulus, it's chaotic, there's yelling (remus) and very angry clicking (sirius) and they are definitely receiving odd looks from everyone

it's the best way to present your mate to you brother if you ask regulus.

something something, they figure it out, james officiates his relationship with reg and builds a house close by the shore that has an inside aquarium but like, all over the house and it kinda connects with the sea, so regulus can still be a merman whenever he likes.

when james finds out it was actually regulus the one who catched the fish for him, he just falls more in love with him. so they make it a routine to go fishing together, it's romantic!

and just for my own sake, james does end up fucking a merman i guess, they have little mermaid kids and live happily ever after bye

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Sirius found the letter buried in a drawer beneath old birth certificates and pure blood family trees. It was crinkled and yellowed, not meant to be read. Not by him.

"Male, by parental choice," it said. Words clinical. Detached.

He read it three times before the words lost shape, swimming behind the sting in his eyes. His hands trembled, the paper fluttering like wings caught in a storm.

He had always known something didn’t fit quite right. The mirror never felt like a truth teller. His body, his voice, his bones, none of it quite belonged the way it seemed to for James, or Remus, or even Regulus.

But this? This was a decision. A fork in the road taken without him.

“They chose for me,” he whispered into the silence of the room. “They looked at me and decided what I’d be.”

Anger bloomed like fire in his chest. How could they? How could they hold that power and never think to let him hold it too?

It wasn’t that he didn’t love being Sirius. It was that Sirius should have had the choice to become himself. Not be sculpted by parents who only saw heirs and legacies.

He stood at the mirror now, shirt lifted, fingers tracing the lines of his body, not hating it, but questioning for the first time what it could have been. What it might still be.

Later, when he told Remus, voice cracking around the edges, he braced for confusion. Or worse, pity.

But Remus just listened. Quiet, steady.

“That was never their choice to make,” he said, voice like a grounding spell. “But it’s yours now. Whatever you want. However you feel. You’re still Sirius. And I love all the versions you’ve ever been or will ever be.”

Sirius breathed out. Shaky. Relieved.

James found Sirius on the Astronomy Tower. Legs pulled up, arms wrapped around his knees, hair tangled from the wind. It was too late for him to be up there alone, too cold not to have cast a warming charm. But Sirius hadn’t. He just sat there, eyes locked on the stars like they owed him answers.

James didn’t speak right away. Just sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder.

Sirius didn’t look at him. “You ever feel like your body isn’t really yours?” he asked softly.

James blinked, thrown by the quiet vulnerability. “Not… not really. Why?”

Sirius pulled a folded parchment from his coat pocket, crumpled from being read too many times. He handed it to James without a word.

James read it once. Twice. And slowly, his throat tightened. “Sirius—”

“I didn’t know,” Sirius interrupted, voice shaking. “They made the decision before I could even speak. Before I could be anything.”

He laughed, bitter and wet. “I always thought there was something wrong with me. That I wasn’t man enough. That maybe I was just broken.”

James looked at him, really looked. Sirius’ face was red, jaw clenched like he was holding back a scream. But the tears still slipped free, traitorous, and aching. He wiped at them harshly.

James put the paper down and wrapped an arm around him.

“You’re not broken,” he said. “You’re Sirius. You’re my brother. You’re the best person I know.”

Sirius choked on a sob and leaned into him, burying his face in James’ shoulder.

“I didn’t get to choose who I was supposed to be,” he whispered.

“But you do now,” James murmured. “And no matter what you choose, I’m not going anywhere. Alright?”

Sirius nodded, clinging a little tighter, as if he’d finally allowed himself to be held. The stars above kept shining, but for once, Sirius didn’t need them to light his way. He had James.

The next few weeks passed in subtle shifts. Nothing dramatic. Sirius didn’t burst out in the common room with a declaration or change his name overnight. But something in him loosened, like a thread finally freed from a too tight knot.

He started experimenting. Borrowed eyeliner from Marlene. Let Lily charm his hair into waves. Wore his shirts a little more open. Painted his nails black one day and didn’t say a word when someone asked. When Remus told him he looked cool, Sirius smiled like it actually reached somewhere deep.

The Marauders noticed, of course. James was the first to start referring to Sirius as “our hot mess of chaos and beauty.” Remus started calling him “love” instead of “mate” without missing a beat. Peter was awkward for about a week, then shyly asked if he could learn to braid Sirius’ hair for him.

Sirius didn’t always know what he wanted to be called. Some days, he was fine with “he.” Some days, “they” fit better. Once, when Remus called him “gorgeous girl” as a joke, Sirius surprised himself by not flinching.

But the important thing was that no one made him pick. Not right away. Not at all.

One evening, when they were sprawled out in the Gryffindor common room like always, Remus reading, James practicing wand twirls, Peter sketching something chaotic, Sirius spoke without warning.

“I think I might be both,” he said. “A boy and a girl. Or neither. Or something… in between.”

Remus looked up. “Okay,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

James grinned. “Mate, you could tell me you were a sentient cloud and I’d still throw hands for you.”

Peter blinked. “Do we still call you Sirius?”

“For now,” they said. Then smirked. “Unless you want to call me Empress Black.”

James clutched his heart. “I kneel, my liege.”

Remus rolled his eyes but leaned over to kiss Sirius’ temple. “Whoever you are,” he said quietly, “you’re ours.”

Sirius, for the first time in a long time, felt like maybe that body, however complicated it was, was finally starting to feel like theirs.

[my-castles-crumbling]

star - january 25 - black brothers - trans!Regulus - background wolfstar - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 361

"How'd it go?" Sirius called as he heard Regulus enter their shared flat, jingling keys and soft thumps echoing through the quiet.

"If I had to rate it out of ten?" Regulus called, still in the other room. "Probably a negative seven."

"That good, huh?" Remus called from next to Sirius, one arm around his shoulders while the other absentmindedly stroked the fur of Regulus's cat, Apollo.

After a few stomps, the shorter man appeared in the door. "Worse," he mumbled, flinging himself on the empty armchair. Immediately, Apollo left Remus's side and settled on Regulus's lap.

"Do I need to kick someone's arse?" Sirius asked, raising one delicate eyebrow. There had been a few instances in the past where some more-transphobic men had given Regulus a hard time.

"D'you mean do you need to get Remus to kick someone's arse?" Regulus deadpanned, snorting. "But no. He was actually completely fine about that. So fine, he started asking me questions about it."

Sirius and Remus exchanged glances. "I mean...that's a bit nosy, I guess...but his heart was in the right place," Sirius said gently. "Is it really so bad to deserve a negative seven?"

"No," Regulus sighed. "It was great, actually. He asked smart questions. And fuck, he was fit. He was kind of annoyingly sweet and he asked about ways to make me comfortable, all that. It was gong well until he asked me why I'd chosen my name. Of course, I told him it was because it was the name of a star."

Still missing the punchline, Sirius nodded. "And...?"

"And when I told him that, he got all excited. Asked me if I'd ever heard of the star 'Sirius.' He said he'd always thought it could be a beautiful name," Regulus said slowly, enunciating every word, poison in his tone.

Stunned silence.

Then--

"Oh my god!" Sirius burst into laughter, leaning dramatically into Remus's chest. "Your blind date told me you should have named yourself 'Sirius'?"

"No," Regulus sighed, still scratching Apollo's back. "He wasn't insensitive. But...yes."

"I can see why it went poorly, then," Remus grinned, reaching for a bottle of wine and handing it to Regulus.

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Miss (@into-the-jeggyverse) | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 476

“I miss Regulus.” James whined, turning from his back to lay on his side so he could face Sirius. His best friend was laying next to him, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. It was almost embarrassing, but the constellation Leo glowed particularly bright in comparison to the rest.

“Prongs, dating my brother is one thing, hearing you whine about him all summer is another.”   

James let out a sigh. “I hear you whine about Moony all the time, even when he’s in the same room. I haven’t spoken to Regulus since the train, it’s been three weeks.” They couldn’t even send letters, but James had been writing them anyway with the thought he could give them to Regulus once they were back at Hogwarts. Regulus liked reading, so James had taken to writing him notes and letters that he snuck into his robes or bag during term. He wasn’t allowed to send owls to Grimmauld Place, so they were currently in a no contact situation. “Do you think he misses me?”

“Oh yeah, knowing my brother he’s going mad without you.”  Sirius paused, twisting his lips. “Although descending into madness isn’t strange for a Black, it’s quite common. I blame the inbre—” he was cut off by a loud, quick series of knocks at James’s bedroom window.

James and Sirius shared a curious glance. “Expecting anyone?” The younger asked rhetorically before rolling out of bed, grabbing his wand and waving it to turn on the light as he went to the window. James pulled back the curtains, hazel eyes widening. “Regulus?” he immediately opened the window, helping the sixteen year old climb into his room from the outside. “How did you—this is the second floor…”

“I’m aware, James. I climbed—”

“Most people use the door.” Sirius commented, not letting his own surprise show at the sight of his brother as he sat up on the bed. His eyes darkened, gaze intense as he eyed Regulus’ body for any sight of physical injury, only relaxing when he came to the conclusion there were none.

James was doing the same, his hands roaming the sides of Regulus’ torso, still in disbelief that he was actually here in his room. “Are you alright, Reg? Did something happen?”

“No—nothing happened. I’m—I’m fine. I just… you know.” Regulus grabbed for James’ hands to hold them into his. “I missed you.” He didn’t say anything more before he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against James’ lips which the Gryffindor happily returned.

“No! No! No! NO! NOOOOO! Rule number six of dating my brother clearly states ‘no kissing in front of Sirius’!” Sirius grabbed the pillow that was beneath his head, throwing it right at their grinning faces. “You both have to put a galleon in the jar now!”

[raphael-angele]

Meeting Regulus

Set on Sirius' 4th year, Regulus' 3rd. First year back since his transition, Regulus sits with Sirius in their train car cuz he's not ready to face the Skittles yet.

Regulus: ...you sure your friends wont mind me sitting here?

Sirius: 'course not.

---Remus, The Casual One---

Remus, entering: Hi, Sirius.

Sirius: Hey, Remus.

Remus, noticing Regulus: Oh, hi... *recognizes him* Reg-

Sirius: Regulus, this is Remus. Remus, this is my brother, Regulus.

Remus: Brother?

Sirius: Yeah. Sorry, you two haven't offically met yet, have you? Three years in Hogwarts and I never introduced you two to each other.

Remus:

Regulus: Uhm, we've met actually.

Sirius: You have?

Remus: We have?

Regulus: Yeah. The library? You helped me get the books from the higher shelves?

Remus: ...Oh, right! Wow. You've grown much taller since.

Sirius: He has. He's almost taller than me.

Remus: Well, in case you don't know yet, I'm also your brother's friend and the one responsible with keeping him out of trouble

Sirius: HEY!

---Peter, The Friendly One---

Peter, entering: Hey, guys.

Remus: Hey, Pete

Sirius: Hey, mate.

Peter: *notices Regulus* Oh, hello. Who's he?

Sirius: Peter, this is Regulus. He's my brother.

Peter: I didn't know you had a brother.

Sirius: What are you talking about? He's been going here for three years. And I always talk about him

Peter: ...You do?

Sirius: Yeah.

Peter: ...Really?

Regulus: Well, you're in 4th year, I'm in 3rd so, we probably don't see each other often.

Peter, recognizing him: Oh, wait, I do see you around. Aw, now I feel bad. I didn't know you were Sirius' brother.

Sirius: Well, now you do!

Peter: Yeah, now that I look at you, you kinda do look like Sirius. Almost like carbon copies.

Sirius: Well, he got his looks from me

Regulus:

---James, The Dumbass---

James, entering: Gentlemen! Your 2nd best form of entertainment has arrived!

Remus: 2nd best?

James: Sirius already called dibs on being the first.

Remus:

James: Anyways, I am here, and I- *sees Regulus*

Regulus, watching out the window: *turns to look at James*

James' Perspective: flowers floating around, a halo floating on Regulus' head, light shining down just right, everything in slow motion, "Take my breath away" playing in the background

Sirius: James?

James: Peter, move *shoves Peter to the side and sits next to Regulus*

Everyone:

James: And who is this charming young prince sitting with us today?

Everyone:

Sirius: This is Regulus.

James: Regulus. A star that shines so brightly in the night sky. *takes Regulus' hand* And a fitting name for one who is undoubtedly *kisses his hand* a king.

Everyone:

Regulus: ...Siri...

Sirius: James. Let. Go. Of. My. Brother's. Hand

James, looks at Sirius then back at Regulus: To be continued. *kisses his hand*

Regulus: *pulls his hand away*

Train Attendant: Any of you fancy a snack, dears?

Peter: Oh! Fizzing whizzbees, please.

Remus: 2 Chocolate frogs, please.

Sirius: I'll take a pack of Exploding Bonbons. Reg, you want anything?

Regulus: Do they have Peppermint Toads?

Sirius: And a pack of-

James: We'll take the lot!

Everyone:

James, to Regulus: You can have all the Peppermint Toads you want and more, my prince.

Everyone:

[marauder-misprint]

Regulus' Crush

Regulus Black x fem!Slytherin!reader (Sirius Black x reader is endgame)

series masterlist

4k words

cw: swearing, fluff, drinking, Y/N

Regulus knocked on Sirius’s door, knowing he would be in there. There was no answer. He knocked again. Silence. He gave the knock one more try, louder this time. 

“Sirius, I know you’re in there,” he called through the door. “Can I… Can I talk to you?”

More silence. But then Regulus heard the thump of Sirius’s feet as he slid off his bed. There were some muffled grumbles before he unlocked the door. 

“What’s up, Reg?” 

“Those are some nice posters you have on your wall,” he said, looking past his brother to the girls in swimsuits or clad in leather, leaning over motorcycles. 

“I’ve had ‘em up…” Sirius gave his brother a look. “You wanted to talk about my posters?”

“Ah, no,” he chuckled. “I was just wondering if you knew, possibly, how to ask out a girl?”

Sirius laughed. Regulus felt his face turn pink. It had been a while since his brother had laughed joyfully in their house. It had taken him all summer to work up the courage to ask Sirius about this and that was his response. He must’ve been as much as an embarrassment of a brother to him as Sirius was to the family as a whole. 

“It’s stupid, I know. I’ll leave you alone.”

Regulus turned to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Come in, doofus.”

He turned around and Sirius was already halfway back to his bed. Regulus closed the bedroom door behind him and sat in the chair at Sirius’s desk. 

“Hogwarts girl, I’m assuming?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah. Um, she’s in your year. She’s really cool.”

He laughed again. “Sorry, I just wouldn’t describe girls I ask out as ‘cool.’ Nothing wrong with it. Just… not me.” He paused. “So, Reg, you like ‘em older?”

“It’s only one year!” he defended quickly, making Sirius laugh louder.

“Okay, so you like her! No need to get so worked up… Are you two friends? Do you talk? Obviously you don’t have classes together.”

“We’ve talked a few times. Study hall, Common Room, Great Hall. Quidditch games! When I’m not playing. She doesn’t know it all that well and asks a lot of questions despite being at like every game.”

“So she might refer to you as a friend. How come you’re the one answering her quidditch questions?”

“I just happen to be next to her during games.”

Sirius smiled at his brother, holding in a laugh.

“You sly dog.”

“Don’t laugh again!” Regulus pleaded. “How do I ask her out?”

“Well, being next to her at quidditch games might be a start for this. Destinations are key. You could go to a game together.”

“Together…” he repeated.

“Yes, together. Quidditch games are good. Low stress. People are around you but you hang out before or after. More of a testing the waters type of thing.”

Regulus watched his brother as he reclined more.

“A next move would be a Hogsmeade weekend. Can be a group or solo thing.Those usually turn out with following her into all of her favorite shops. Be prepared to be bored. And, if you get this far, you start going with her to all the quidditch games. She’ll expect you to be around more, but you should want to be there. You’ll get to know all her friends. And it’s more ideal if you don’t kiss them.”

“Sirius,” Regulus interrupted,making a face. “You didn’t.”

“Went to Hogsmeade with MacDonald and she caught me kissing McKinnon that night after dinner.”

“I need you to circle back. How do I do the actual asking?”

“What do you mean?”

“What words do I use?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“That seems… too formal? I don’t think she’s that formal. She might laugh at me if I ask that way.”

“Hmm, they usually just say yes if I ask them… Okay, how about ‘Oh fair maiden, dost thou wish to bless mine with thoust company when the twilight star is in the sky?’”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just being mean.”

“Hey, we should go to the quidditch game together.”

“Oh.”

“Or, hey, I was thinking we could go to the game together. What do you think?”

“OH.”

“Yeah, they like it if you ask their permission or how they feel about it. But, depending on the girl, the first option might be better. I’m assuming I won’t know who it is until you ask? Although my options are pretty limited with Slytherin girls in my year…”

“Yeah, I’ll write you an owl with her response,” he said sarcastically. 

“Get out of my room.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Regulus said, standing up. “Thanks.”

“Close the door!”

The door closed with a soft thud and a click. Sirius chuckled softly and moved to his desk. While it must’ve taken Regulus some time to ask him about this, Sirius thought it was amusing. And he must really like this girl to ask him how to ask her out. He wondered why he hadn’t asked his friends. Although, they would’ve known the girl right off the bat, and that seemed like something Regulus didn’t want the whole school knowing before he got an answer. 

Sirius pulled out paper and his quill. He had to write to James, Peter and Remus about this. Speculation about who Regulus fancied would be entertainment for all of them. Sirius was growing frustrated as he wrote since he couldn’t remember a single girl’s name. In general, the Slytherin girls were less abhorrent than the boys, thus making them less impressionable. All he could seem to remember is that they never seemed to be anywhere without at least a second one. And with that, he groaned. He couldn’t even remember how many of them there were. Should he care? Not necessarily, but if he could use this to torment his brother for a month or two, it could be useful. 

---

Regulus hugged his parents at the train station. He promised he would write and keep them up to date on what was happening at the school. He always did. And he knew he especially needed to now that Sirius had run away. He turned and spotted his friends climbing onto the train. They were a few cars down. He boarded at a car closest to him, hoping he might pass by your compartment on his way down to them. It was purely wishful thinking and he didn’t know if he would say anything if he did pass it. 

Younger students pushed past him as he slowly walked down the corridor. He listened to conversations as he passed. One group of first years eagerly was talking about how much magic they were going to learn and worrying about which house they would get sorted into. Various other groups were rehashing their summers to each other. Neither of the groups he was looking for. And then he heard your voice. A girl was standing in the doorway of the compartment, chewing gum. Your voice was floating out of it.

“... was the worst! In case you’re blind, I grew a bit over the summer and Mum insisted on purchasing new robes. I was bleeding in multiple spots by the time we left Madam Malkin’s. Sure, Mum healed me right up, but it’s the principle. I shouldn’t be subjected to such torture!”

“Regulus,” the girl in the doorway said as he approached. 

She popped a bubble right in his face. 

“Beatrice, pleasure,” he said, pausing to look into the compartment. 

You were sitting with your back to the window and your legs stretched across the seat. Across from you sat the two other girls from your year, Pandora and Dorcas. 

“Y/N, girls,” he said warmly and then continued on his way to find his friends.

It wasn’t a long walk, only a few compartments down from the girls. He passed a compartment filled with girls from his years. One of them said hi to him as he walked by so he nodded to acknowledge her. His mind was beginning to overthink his saying hi to you. Had addressing Pandora and Dorcas as ‘girls’ been weird? Saying your name singled you out. But he also said Beatrice’s name. Although she said hi to him first and was standing in the door. 

“Black, you with us?” Avery asked, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I’m with you now. Sorry,” he muttered. 

He had to put the thoughts out of his head for a bit. Girls can wait. It wasn’t like he was planning to ask you out while they were on the train. That would’ve been suicidal and a recipe for failure. Horrible.

---

A fifth girl walked into your compartment. Beatrice followed her in and closed the door behind them.

“Took you long enough,” Dorcas said. 

“Little sisters wouldn’t leave the fucking house. Father was furious,” Cora defended, distaste in almost every word. 

“Almost missed the train,” you told her. “We would’ve missed you at the sorting and you mock the firsties the best.”

The girls laughed.

“Oh, Y/N, is there something going on between you and Black?” Beatrice asked.

“Sirius?” Cora coughed in disbelief.

“Ew, no. Regulus!” Beatrice corrected. “He passed by earlier. Barely noticed Cas and Dory over here. Only saw me because I was in the way.” She smirked. “So, Y/N, yes or no?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Do sources say otherwise?” you responded, a bit confused. “And by sources, I mean reliable ones. Not your imagination.”

“It’s not my imagination! It’s my eyes!” Beatrice retorted.

“You may be reading into it, Bea,” Pandora said. “I mean, maybe he didn’t get a good look at us. Or blanked on our names. Don’t think too hard.”

“Classes haven’t even started. Brains don’t work yet,” Dorcas added. 

“Does your brain ever work?” you asked.

“Hmm… No.”

The girls burst into fits of laughter again. Beatrice asked Cora about her summer and the conversation shifted away from Regulus. Your thoughts drifted back to the thought in dull moments of the conversation, but those moments never lasted long. You weren’t sure if Regulus has “more than friend” material. You even thought about Sirius briefly. Regulus’s brother. You didn’t share the same immediate “ew” that Beatrice had. But the sentiment of lacking “more than friend” extended to Sirius too. They weren’t even friends to begin with. So, why be distracted by boys who aren’t worth pursuing when you could be entranced by other things? 

“Y/N, you said your mum bought you new robes, right?” Dorcas asked, bringing you back to the conversation.

You nodded.

“So, what else did you get from Malkin’s?”

You smiled and pulled back your sleeve. A silver tennis bracelet covered in diamonds glittered around your wrist.

“Snagged some sapphire earrings for Mum’s Christmas present, too. It was a successful outing,” you gloated. “Well, except for the bleeding. But if that’s the price, I suppose it’s cheap considering…”

“You’ve got to get me a present sometime!” Beatrice gasped. 

“Oh, me too!” added Pandora. 

You laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The group talked more about your summers and vague plans for the year. 

“Do you think someone will throw a ‘back to school’ party?” Dorcas asked, adjusting her tie as the girls changed into their uniforms. 

“No doubt,” you answered. “The question is when.”

“Friday or Saturday, I’d assume,” Pandora said as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

“Well, duh,” you laughed.

“Y/N, you’re in charge of getting us drinks!” Cora declared.

“Again, duh.”

The train pulled into the Hogsmeade station. The girls had decided that Saturday was better for the party. It would give them time to claim an empty classroom and set it up. And you would be able to get drinks. Cora was in charge of talking to a house elf to get food, or at least ingredients. If she failed, you would be able to pull something off, but that would push back the start time of the party. 

You slid the compartment door open with force. You opened the boys’ compartment and poked your head in. It was deadly silent and all eyes were on you. 

“Saturday, after dinner. We’re finding a sixth floor classroom to party in. Y’all invited. Do your part and invite people. Limited fifth years and no one younger,” you told them.

Regulus smiled. ‘Limited fifth years’ meant he could go. Plus, he was in the compartment that you specifically invited. Wilkes nodded at you and you stalked off. 

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Professor Slughorn passed out schedules to Slytherin students at breakfast the next morning. Regulus watched as he stopped near you and your friends. The professor handed out the timetables without saying a word and continued down the table. 

“Who makes this schedule?” Cora groaned, looking it over. “History of Magic isn’t the class to teach first period!” 

“Ew, gross!” Dorcas sneered. 

“When will they learn to include who we have classes with on these schedules? I like to know who I have to put up with before I walk into the room,” Beatrice said, looking over her own. “Like, my electives, I have a general idea from last year. But do we have Transfiguration with Hufflepuff? Gryffindor? Ravenclaw?” 

“Me, myself, and I would like to know!” you added. 

Across the hall, Sirius was being handed his schedule by Professor McGonagall. He scanned it and then grabbed the rest of the groups’ schedules to compare. They hadn’t all chosen the same electives going into their third year so sometimes there were differences. 

“Okay, not bad. Not bad…”

“I’m not sure why you think we won’t have most classes together,” Remus said. 

“Maybe they decided they wanted to mess with us.”

“Can’t separate us! We’re the Marauders!” James exclaimed and slammed his mug down on the table. 

The seventh years next to them shot him a dirty look. He made a face back at them. 

“Grow up,” Remus laughed. “But, yeah, it’s kind of difficult to separate us.”

“Unless I get left behind,” Peter mumbled before shoveling pancakes into his mouth. 

James threw his arm around him. “You’re stuck with us, little Wormtail. Until the very end!”

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Three days of classes was enough time for word to spread about the party the Slytherin girls were planning. They picked out a classroom and figured out how to replace the desks with couches, squishy chairs and beanbags. Cora managed to convince a house elf into making a few snacks for the party. She had gone in with low expectations and left with guarantees of a second feast.

“Anything for an inter-house activity!” she said, imitating the elf. 

The girls were walking to the classroom. Various students from other houses lingered in the corridors and in stairwells. They had been instructed to stagger arrivals to the classroom so they didn’t all descend on the room at the same time. The girls made sure to be the first ones there, as good hosts should be. They enchanted a speaker to play endless music. Cora set up the food trays as the elf had instructed her so they could fill from the kitchens. Pandora clapped as cream puffs and eclairs filled the trays. Slowly, people started to arrive. The room steadily got louder. Dorcas and Beatrice kept glancing from the door to the empty drink station to each other and repeat. 

You had left dinner early to retrieve several bottles from your stash. You didn’t let anyone know where you hid your stuff, nor what was all hidden there. You removed a painting from the wall and then tapped your wand to the wall. Bricks melted away like the entrance to Diagon Alley. A small room lit by an oil lamp was revealed. You grabbed the bag you left earlier and resealed the room. You hung the painting back up and hurried up to the sixth floor. You heard the party from down the hall and smirked. The party had started without you and the drinks - a sign that drinks maybe weren’t needed. 

When you entered the room, Dorcas and Beatrice almost tackled you. 

“Be careful!” you yelled at them, holding up the clanking bag.

They took a step back.

“I just… need a drink,” Dorcas said. 

They wasted no time setting up the drink table. Students gathered around them and helped hand out drinks. 

“How did you get stuff stronger than butterbeer?” a Ravenclaw asked.

“I’ll never tell,” you said.

You grabbed a bottle of flavored vodka. You had to do your rounds of the party. You liked knowing who showed up, who spent time with who and did whatever else with. Some call it gossip. You called it blackmail ammo. 

Prefects were dancing with each other. Seventh years were making out on a couch. Mary and Lily were on a couch, talking. The Gryffindor boys had found the drinks and were chugging them. Pandora and Cora were trying to get some of the Slytherin boys to dance. They didn’t seem to be too successful. 

You walked up to them and whispered to Cora, “Get them some drinks. Once they loosen up, try again.”

Cora nodded and went to grab cups. You continued to walk around the party alone. You took small sips from your bottle. You spotted Regulus sitting in one of the squishy chairs. He looked bored. You smiled and waved at him. He smiled back, but it quickly disappeared from his face when you walked toward Beatrice who was standing against the wall at the other side of the room. 

“It’s a party, Bea,” you told her. “Go dance! Talk to someone! Be stupid!”

“I am being stupid,” she hissed back so that you could barely hear her above the music and talking. “I can’t socialize.” 

You held out your bottle.

“Have a few sips. I’ll dance with you.”

Beatrice did as told and took your hand. You dragged her out to the middle of the floor and you danced. You liked dancing, but you also liked being aware of your surroundings, which you couldn’t do as well if you were dancing with a friend while trying not to drop your bottle. After a few songs, a Hufflepuff came up to you and asked to dance with Beatrice. Blushing, she accepted. You left them and went to take Beatrice’s old spot on the wall. 

Before the song ended, Sirius approached you with a cup full of firewhiskey in his hand. Remus’s eyes widened as he saw who Sirius was approaching. His other friends were elsewhere in the room, unaware that Sirius was trying to make a move on a Slytherin he had never talked to before.

“You’re pretty,” he said confidently like it was a smooth pick up line.

He stood directly in front of you with his non-cup hand placed on the wall above your shoulder. You raised your eyebrows at him. You could smell the whiskey strong on his breath. This wasn’t his first cup. 

“And you’re in my personal space,” you stated calmly. “Care to get out of it?”

“Hmm, I’d prefer to be even more in it.”

“Yeah, not happening,” you responded, giving his chest a push.

It was just enough to make him take a step back but not stumble. He looked a bit shocked, but didn’t say anything as you walked away from him. You took a long swig from your bottle and headed over to Regulus. You sat on the arm of the chair and handed him the bottle. 

“Were you just talking to my brother?” he scoffed before taking a drink. 

“Not by choice,” you groaned, leaning back. 

You placed your hand on his shoulder to balance yourself. He liked the feeling of your fingers grasping him, but he wouldn’t dare say anything. Not now, at least. 

“Yeah, he does that.”

Regulus took another drink out of the bottle before handing it back to you. He watched as Remus walked up to Sirius and threw his arm around him to drag him over where James was twirling some seventh year. She was giggling. Peter joined them shortly from the direction of the food table. A Ravenclaw girl was quick to grab Sirius from under Remus. And the two of them were dancing. Regulus chuckled as Sirius kept a polite distance from the girl. She was obviously more into it than he was. 

He wanted to ask you out now, but Hogsmeade and Quidditch weren’t for weeks. He looked up at you as you took a drink. Your eyes scanned the room. You smiled. You brushed a stray lock of hair behind your shoulder. Regulus’s brain had gone blank except for the thought ‘She is so pretty.’ 

He was jolted back into reality as you slammed the vodka bottle into his chest. 

“Don’t touch me, mudblood!” a seventh year Slytherin shrieked at a fifth year Hufflepuff in the middle of the room. 

You were between them within seconds with your wand out, pointed at the seventh year, who had also drawn her wand. Other students moved the Hufflepuff into the crowd. The air was tense. Someone had turned off the music. 

“Was that necessary, Williams?” you asked, your voice steady and firm.

“Protecting mudbloods? Really?” the girl responded with annoyance. 

“Protecting the party,” you corrected. “Head out or get hexed.”

“I could disarm you.”

“You won’t. You don’t want to be the reason Slytherin drops into negative points.”

Williams shoved her wand back into her pocket, made a face and grabbed the boy she had been dancing with to leave. She could be heard muttering rude comments about you and the Hufflepuff boy to the boy she was leaving with. You put your wand back in your waistband. Everyone at the party was staring at you as you stood in the middle of the dance floor. 

“Either turn the music back on or clear out,” you commanded before heading over to the drink table. 

Music started playing again, but some students did leave. You understood that the moment kind of ruined the vibe, but that was the way Williams was. You were planning on leaving too, except you wouldn’t leave without your drinks. You grabbed your bag from behind the table and started to place the bottles back into it. You refilled a few drinks as students came up to you. 

“Way to handle that…” Regulus said, appearing next to you and holding out your vodka bottle. 

“Blood status is bogus,” you muttered.

You then realized that you were talking to a Black, a family known for caring about the purity of wizard blood. You felt your face get warm as you looked up at him. You couldn’t quite read his expression.

“Don’t hex me ‘bout it?” you offered, causing him to laugh. 

“I’m not going to hex you. Just like how you stood up to Williams.”

You gave a soft smile and swung your bag over your shoulder, bottles clinking within. 

“Well, then I’ll see you later, Reg,” you said. 

He watched you walk out the door. He sighed. He should have asked you to hang out or do homework or something. 

“Y/N leave?” Beatrice whispered into Regulus’s ear.

He jumped and nearly punched her.

“Fuck, Beatrice.” He shook his head. “Yeah, she just left.”

“Boo,” she said, looking at the empty table. “She took all the drinks with her!”

“Yeah.” 

He walked away from Beatrice and went back to his chair, glad that no one had taken it. The party wasn’t nearly as entertaining now that you were gone. 

Across the room, Sirius had been watching. He saw Regulus approach you at the drink table and the brief conversation. He saw his brother’s facial expression drop as you walked away and him jump when another girl talked to him. Regulus’s aura darkened as you left the room. He was drunk at that point, but he was still able to connect that the girl he had called pretty was the one his brother wanted to ask out. To him, that was obvious.

[bradleysass]

star - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 670

“Alright, genius,” James said, flexing his fingers over the piano keys. “You guess the song, and if you get it wrong, practice gets extended by five minutes.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes at him. “You are insufferable.”

“You love me,” James said, grinning. “Ready?”

Regulus adjusted his violin under his chin and nodded. James cracked his knuckles—purely for dramatic effect, because Regulus had spent the last six months drilling proper pianist hand care into his head—and then began to play.

At first, the melody was familiar, and Regulus immediately opened his mouth to guess. But then James did something—a subtle shift in tempo, a dissonant note slipped in where it had no business being—and suddenly, the song was not what Regulus thought it was.

He frowned. James kept playing, fingers dancing across the keys with deceptive innocence.

Regulus had heard James play hundreds of times, knew the way he could manipulate a song to fit whatever ridiculous game he was playing. Still, he refused to be beaten.

Regulus narrowed his eyes. “That’s—” He hesitated. “No, wait—”

James snickered.

Regulus scowled. “Mozart?”

James pressed down on the keys with a flourish. “Wrong. Five more minutes added.”

Regulus groaned, adjusting his grip on his bow. “You are a menace.”

“And you, my dear, are bad at guessing.”

James started playing again, this time something that sounded vaguely like Clair de Lune but also maybe Chopsticks, and Regulus glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I swear on your entire record collection, if you don’t play properly—”

James launched into a suspiciously classical-sounding rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, jazzed up just enough to be unrecognizable. Regulus dragged a hand down his face.

“James.”

“Yes, love?”

“I am going to kill you.”

James beamed. “You have to catch me first. But before that—five more minutes!”

Regulus let his forehead fall against the side of his violin in defeat. He was never getting out of here.

James, emboldened by Regulus’ clear suffering, leaned into his dramatics even more. He switched up the melody again, fingers gliding over the keys in a way that made the song sound almost baroque, almost cinematic. It was enough to make Regulus second-guess every single piece of music he had ever studied.

“I hate you,” Regulus muttered, shifting his grip on his bow as James grinned wider.

“That’s not a guess.”

Regulus inhaled sharply, determined to get this right. He focused, tuning out James’ smirk and the way his fingers wove expertly through each note. He knew this—he knew he knew this—but James was deliberately adding unnecessary flourishes to throw him off.

James could hardly contain his laughter when Regulus finally took a breath and said, “Bach?”

“Wrong!” James cackled. “Five more minutes!”

Regulus groaned again, letting his head fall back in frustration. “This is absurd.”

“This is fun,” James corrected, fingers still flying across the keys. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me you’re not a little bit entertained.”

“I am not.”

“Liar,” James singsonged.

Regulus scowled. “This is a waste of time. We were supposed to actually practice.”

“We are practicing. I’m playing. You’re listening. That counts.”

Regulus glared at him, jaw tightening. “Fine. But if we’re extending practice, you’re going to suffer through it, too.”

James barely had time to react before Regulus brought his violin up and started playing a series of deliberately screechy, off-key notes that made James wince dramatically.

“Oh my God, Reg, what is that?”

Regulus didn’t answer, simply continued drawing his bow across the strings in an aggressive, discordant manner. James flinched at every note.

“Regulus, please,” James begged, pressing his hands over his ears. “I take it back! I repent!”

Regulus finally stopped, lowering his violin with a victorious smirk. “Good. Now, can we actually practice?”

James, still recovering from the auditory assault, sighed. “Fine, fine. But only if you admit that I’m a musical genius.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

James grinned. “Close enough.”

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / last / 780 words / a love confession for @velanavis birthday

“My coffee will be cold by the time we get there,” Regulus groused. 

James had suggested going back to his place before grabbing dinner. It sounded lovely—except Regulus knew it would mean the end of tender kisses, callused hands cupping his face, and those brown eyes looking at him like he was the first star they’d ever seen.

He’d find the most absurd excuses to stretch out the nights he had James all to himself.

“Then I’ll warm it up,” James countered instantly.

“It’ll taste like shit.”

“Then I’ll make you another one.”

“I’d rather take the reheated coffee, baby,” Regulus teased, his voice laced with a playful bite.

He only allowed himself to call James sweet things when he was teasing, probably why he got meaner as his feelings grew. Not that James seemed to mind. Regulus often wondered if James did it on purpose—if he loved being called "love" or "angel" by him so much that he intentionally annoyed him just to hear it.

“Come on, you liked it last time didn’t you?”

Regulus simply laughed in response. 

“Okay. I’ll go to the shop and get you another one,” James offered, his stubbornness matching Regulus’ own.

Regulus sighed, unable to resist him. “Okay, then.”

“Really?” James’ entire face lit up.

With an exaggerated bow, James extended his arm to let Regulus walk ahead. They strolled to the car, and Regulus opened the passenger door for him, leaning against the frame as James buckled his seatbelt.

“You know I would be happy to spend money on coffee every day for you right?” James said with ease, he always did, as if his words carried no weight.

“Since when are you a philanthropist?” 

“Since you’re the cause,” James confessed, his tone laced with an honesty that disarmed Regulus. 

“Smooth, but not very casual of you, James.” Regulus closed the door, biting back the sting of knowing James probably didn’t mean it the way he wished he did.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Regulus fastened his seatbelt and reached for the ignition when James spoke again.

“Would that be too bad?”

Regulus turned to him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“If I didn’t want to be casual anymore.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest.

“I like having fun but I’mt not really into games, James. What are you saying?” Regulus’ voice cracked. His mind was running at a hundred miles per hour trying to keep him grounded to avoid getting hurt. 

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually no, I’m tired of assuming what any of this means to you,” Regulus let out harshly. 

James unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face him, reaching for his hand. His thumb brushed over the back of Regulus’ knuckles with that same maddening tenderness Regulus had been savoring for months.

“I want you,” James said softly. 

“You already have me,” Regulus whispered, barely audible.

“I want to be with you.” 

Regulus remained silent. He was terrified that any sudden movement would wake him up and reveal this was just a dream. 

James dropped his gaze to the floor, as if his shoelaces could offer him advice. He took a deep breath, mumbled something that Regulus couldn’t understand and finally locked eyes with him. 

“I fucking hate coffee, It makes me anxious, but you love it. And the only time you let me spend time with you—time that doesn’t involve a bed, or a couch, or some surface you can fuck me on—is at coffee shops or roasteries or whatever the hell they’re called. I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m okay with having just a part of you when I want all of you”

Regulus opened his mouth, unsure if anything would come out. His heart was threatening to rip him open and leap straight into the hands of the man in front of him. But James pressed on. 

“No, don’t say that I won’t want all of you if I got to know you, because I already do okay? I do know you, no matter how desperately you try to act like I don’t. I know you and I want you.” James paused, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “I know you, and I want you,” he repeated, softer this time.

Regulus turned away, his vision blurring as the tears he’d been holding back threatened to spill. It wasn’t a dream.

“Will you look at me?”

He did as James asked—Regulus didn’t know how to deny him anything.

James held his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Jamie.”

[aethon-recs]

This Week in Tomarrymort (12 – 19 September 2024)

Hi everyone, so sorry this is a couple of days late this week! Will be back on the normally scheduled time next week!

As with last week, please feel free to add a little overview/summary about your update to the notes! I so enjoyed reading all the notes last week 🤍

(And in case you missed, a recap of the extra notes from last week!)

Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (E, 37k, WIP) [source] "Harry comes in swinging from a bleak version of sixth and seventh years, fully intending to kill Tom. Unfortunately it seems the only people Tom and Harry are incapable of killing is the other. Harry's on attempt 4 and counting and this time he gives up on spells and decides to punch Tom Riddle's nose off. Tom's still utterly enamoured with him." friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight (E, 11k, WIP) [source] "When after four long years Harry and Tom meet again, the world turns upside down. Or maybe it was upside down all along, and it’s now flipping back over." These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain (M, 23k, WIP) [source] "Things have gone from bad to worse, and Harry is finally about ready to take matters into his own hands…even if it means defying the normal laws of Magic and actually doing something for himself for once. (Guess which one will be harder for him 😂) In this update, Harry and Voldemort unexpectedly come face to face for the first time since the Dark Lord's death…which leads to a disturbing realization for Harry." Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 13k, WIP) [source] "A Harry-corrupts-Tom AU: Tom expects to feel victorious at his greatest enemy's confession. Instead, he develops a crush on him." the crushing weight of cancelling your fav by @cindle-writes (M, 4k, complete) [source] "Tom Riddle has made millions and built a cult following around his politics-themed online stream, much to his boyfriend Harry’s bemusement. However, bemusement quickly turns into concern when Harry meets one of Tom’s biggest, most fervent fanboys, Regulus Black."

Now onto the updates from this week!

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapter 22 (Completed) of A Shot in the Dark by Ragdolly

One Shot | The Dinner by moontear for @moontearpensfic

One Shot | There's Something About (The Way You Are) by Ragdolly

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 12 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

Chapter 1 of bad moon rising by sansaerys

Chapter 11 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapter 2 of a pound of flesh by @ictyn

Chapter 8 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 34 of Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapter 18 of Date Ideas for the Linguistically Inclined by Antique_Mango

Chapter 14 of Double-Aspect Paradox by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 6 of God is a Wizard by @onehitpleb

Chapters 121 through 123 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapter 17 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapter 1 of The Cosmos In Your Eyes by @v33r00

Chapter 7 of Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3

Chapter 6 of These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain

Chapter 21 of Time Stumbler by Wintumn

Chapter 4 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Chapters 1 through 3 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapter 16 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapter 5 of midnight train by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 43 of Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra

Chapter 2 of the body is a blade by @lovely-lotus

Chapter 2 of Dream a little dream (of me) by @cenedrariva

Chapter 12 of Just Business by @holaolla1

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[v7lgar]

for @star4daisy, this is very late but happy birthday!

trans!reg tw: dubcon, taking virginity, blood mention and dirty talk

“You can trust me,” James breathed right under Regulus’ ear. He pressed soft kisses and it tickled. “I got you, baby.”

Regulus trusted him but at the same time, he didn't want to trust him. He wanted James to do whatever he wants to do to him. He didn't want to have a saying in it. He wanted him to look at him and think, Yeah, no. I am doing it on my way.

Maybe they didn't talk about this often but he was sure he hinted a few times that what he actually wanted. What he needed desperately. Because it was a sensitive subject to be vocal about. He didn't want to tell James beforehand. He wanted him to take a fucking hint.

“Look at this pretty hole,” James spread his ass cheeks and slapped one of them playfully, “I want to ruin it.”

Fuck, yes.

Regulus grabbed his legs under his knees and pulled them until he showed both his holes, waiting to be fucked hard. But that was the thing, he was still a virgin.

He could sense the animal that is sleeping in James. He just needed to poke it until it woke up. He didn't want to be desperate for it, because it would kill all the fun. But there wasn't much he could do too.

“Fuck, you are soaking wet.”

James pressed his veiny cock between Regulus’ wet folds and slowly grind between them and fuck. He was so close to seeing the stars.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”

James didn't answer, he spit on his cock that is between Regulus’ swollen pussy lips. And he spread it to his clit by using his dick.

“What if you get hurt? Have you ever thought about it?”

James wasn't concerned, he was just really curious.

Regulus grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down until his lips touched his ear.

“I don't fucking care.”

And James laughed, slowly standing straight, his eyes were devouring his cunt and Regulus wanted more.

“Oh, you shouldn't have told me that.”

Regulus moaned when he started moving his hips, gliding between his swollen folds, he could feel that he was leaking on the bed but he didn't care. He wanted to get fucked, he wanted to make it hurt. He was addicted to it.

“Why?” He breathed hardly.

“Because of this.”

With a quick, sudden move James pulled back until he directed the tip of his cock to Regulus’ virgin pussy and pushed all the way in.

And Regulus screamed from the top of his lungs. He never experienced this kind of pain, ever.

“FUCK!”

“Yeah, that's right baby. Such a tight pussy you have here. Gonna make it worth it to make you bleed.”

Regulus’ was in shock, the pain was all he could feel and James fucking did what he was thinking all night. What he was thinking all the time whenever they were making out. He took his virginity without asking him or making it awfully slow. He took it like it was his birthright.

And that turned him on so much that he felt his body was descending to heaven.

“James.”

“Fuck, I've been dreaming about your pussy since the day I saw you.”

Regulus felt like dying.

“Oh, fuck—”

James pulled back and slammed hard, pounding into his virgin hole as if it belonged to him only. The sound of their skins slapping against each other made his blood boil.

“James, James, James!”

“Fuck, the way you are clenching around me. Do you want me to stuff you with my cock before sleeping? Because I can do that, love. I can fill you with my cum and feed it to your cunt all night. Even when you are sleeping.”

“Oh, fuck— fuck, yes!”

“Fuck, look at this,” He pulled out and spit on his bleeding cunt and shoved his cock in a one ruthless move. Regulus kept screaming his name over and over again.

“This,” He grabbed him by the chin and make him look into his eyes and thrusted inside of him hard, “Fucking belongs to me, do you hear me?”

“Yes, yes! He is yours, I am yours. Fuck me harder, I want it more.”

James laughed and it was sinister, “Greedy, are you?”

Regulus could not answer, he only kept screaming his name everytime he pushed all the way inside. The pain turned into a masochistic pleasure. And he was so close, he was already right there when James took his virginity without asking.

“Gonna fuck you so good, make it bleed like its the first time over and over again. Do you hear me?”

Regulus could only scream, “Yes!”

[fredtheemoplant]

June 1 Pride — @jegulus-microfic — word count: 553

“Sorry, what was that, love?” James taunts, tilting his head to the side and leaning closer. A delicious spill of red covers Regulus’ cheeks, which he tries to hide by turing his head away. Now, James will not be having that.

James moves one of his hands, both of which were planted firmly next Regulus’ head on either side, and drifts it over to Reg’s cheek, using that hand to urge him to look back at James. Regulus does, because he’s so good.

Regulus wants so badly to kiss James, James can see it in his eyes, in the way he turns even redder, in Regulus sticking his tongue out to coat his dry lips. But James won’t kiss him, won’t let Regulus lean in to do it himself. If Regulus wants to kiss him, he’ll have to set aside his pride and ask.

They got into another row because Regulus said James doesn’t actually like him, and he just wants someone to fuck, so, here James is, abstaining himself from this beautiful boy, to prove a point. It’s fine, because he really does love Regulus for more than what he can do, he really, really does.

“Reg, I do not like you for your body. I don’t. I like your body and I like you. Simultaneously. We could never have sex again and I would still stay with you. I would never have sex with you again, or kiss you again, or touch you again if you didn’t want me to. I would still come to this room, and talk to you, and come to your games, and spend time with you, and just be near you, so long as you want me to be,” James says. At some point in the rant, James has stepped away. It’s all spilling out, word-vomit style, and he means every word of it. Merlin, help him, he means it. “Regulus Black, you are my number one. I love you more than I love the planet we live on. You deserve the world and I would happily provide that for you. I would collect the earth, with the moon, and the sun, and all the planets and stars, if you asked me to. And I’d do it all just to see that beautiful smile of yours. Don’t ever doubt that, and, if you do, come back to me. I’ll remind you.”

Regulus looks awe-struck. His mouth has fallen open and his eyes are welling up with tears. What? James’ brain is in uproar. What’s wrong, love? is all James can think. His head is a loop of sirens and ‘Reg? Reg, why are you sad, Regulus?’ and James thinks there may be someone screaming in the background.

Regulus swallowing thickly is what snaps him out of his daze. James steps back and replaces his hand on Regulus’ cheek. “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” James asks gently.

“James. Kiss me. Right now,” Regulus demands, but he fists a hand in James’ hair and pulls him in before James can react. Plus, hey, Regulus did as James wanted, so he doesn’t fight it.

It’s not until much later that James realizes why Regulus was so adamant to be kissed so urgently. Apparently, James managed to let slip the three-words-eight-letters he’d been feeling for so long now.

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smart - October 6th - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 665 - trans!Regulus Inspired by a reddit post that I heard about on a podcast so I don't have the original source to link it lol

"It's going well, I think," Effie whispered to Monty, who nodded at his wife, grinning.

"I like him. I have to admit, he's not what I thought he would be, though," Monty murmured, looking across the room.

It was true. James was so larger-than life and attention-grabbing; so loud and, Effie had to admit, dramatic. But Regulus, James's boyfriend who he'd finally agreed to introduce them to, was quieter. It had struck them as strange that it had taken so long, since Regulus was Sirius's little brother, and Sirius had practically been their adoptive son for years. But they didn't know a lot about Regulus. Just that he had taken longer to cut ties with Sirius's problematic family, and that their son was absolutely crazy about him.

He also seemed nervous and a bit skittish, though when he did speak, he came off as extremely smart. Though both men looked at each other with stars in their eyes, it was certainly a different match than what James's parents had been expecting.

When they interacted together, it made all the sense in the world, though. At least in Effie's opinion. They were natural opposites in the best way, and Regulus seemed to bring out the best in James. He'd never seemed happier.

"I'm going to do the dishes," she announced, standing and exiting the room, waving all of the boys off as they got up to try to help.

But as she began to get to work, the short, curly-haired man who had been glued close to James's side all night entered the kitchen, balancing a stack of plates.

"Oh, let me get those, dear!" Effie jumped over to grab the stack from Regulus's hand, eager to help.

"Thanks, Mrs. Potter," Regulus smiled softly. "The meal was wonderful. Was that thyme I tasted?"

"Oh, thank you, dear. It was! Do you cook?" she asked as they began to fall into a rhythm of washing and drying together.

"A bit. I learned a lot of family recipes as a child, and it was one of the few things my parents insisted on teaching me that I actually enjoyed," Regulus shrugged, meticulously drying a plate.

"Interesting," Effie frowned, speaking over the running water. "Did they make Sirius learn, too?" Sirius had become a permanent fixture in their household long ago, but had never mentioned learning how to cook.

Regulus just snorted softly. "No, they only made the girls learn."

It took a moment for Regulus's admission to sink in, and the dish Effie was now washing in the sink slipped from her hands as she realized. "Oh!" she said softly, her brain catching up with the conversation.

Regulus's eyes grew wide as he, too, figured out what had happened. "James and Sirius never told...?" His face, which had previously had a small smile playing on his guarded features, grew nervous and almost cold.

But Effie wasn't having that. "Regulus," she said firmly, grabbing his arm with her wet hand and refusing to allow him to turn and walk away. "It doesn't matter to us," she stated, looking the terrified man in the eye, making sure he understood she'd never been more sincere.

The gray eyes that stared back at him grew wide and watery, and he blinked a few times before nodding and letting out a shaky breath. "I- okay," he mumbled. "Sorry, I- It's just, my parents were-"

"I understand," Effie murmured, movign her hand up to squeeze his shoulder.

Nodding again, Regulus visibly relaxed, turning back to the dish he had been drying.

"It won't matter to Monty, either," Effie clarified, squeezing his shoulder again and returning to the sink. "As long as you and James love each other and you support his Quidditch team, he'll approve."

Chuckling, Regulus smiled. But after a moment, he turned to Effie, frowning. "What Quidditch team? Because James likes the Chudley Cannons and I can't even pretend to like-"

"No, he likes Puddlemere," Effie laughed, pulling him into a hug.

[moonstruckme]

Oooo darling!! Your latest TASM fic sparked and idea!

(Before that, hello lovely 🩷 i hope you're having the best spooky season!)

Big brother!Sirius coming to save some poor sod that upset his slytherin!sister (Regulus' twin). So you have the charming & fun Sirius; quiet & regal Regulus; loyal & volatile reader. And i imagine Sirius calls them his twin stars (because hes deffinately a huge sap).

Where wolfstar is in 7th year and has a great relationship with the twins (maybe theyre trying to become their legal guardians behind the scenes). He and Remus are in their dorm before Peter bursts in, breathless, only saying "y/n" before Sirius is off. He has no doubt to why you were put in 🐍, and god forbid someone actually hurt his baby sister.

On reader's side, someone made a snide comment about Remmy being a halfblood or ruining the Black legacy or something and reader gets pissed because shes actually quite fond of him.

Then whatever you decide love; maybe reader gets hurt; maybe she does the hurting; maybe Remus saves the day with his long legs; or Sirius might show people what growing up in the 'Noble house of Black' does to someone. And idk what Reggie is doing, i imagine he was making out with James and they come in at the last minute ("😱 james!! What have you done!? Youve DEFILED one of my precious stars!!! Let go of him!!!! NO, dont touch him, get away.")

Anyway bub, as always; dont feel pressured and take all the creative liberties youd like!! Love you lots darling x

Hi my lovely, thanks for requesting! I really need to get more creative than bloody noses but ugh they're just so classic

cw: blood

big brother!sirius + (as opposed to x, I guess?) little sister!reader ♡ 861 words

“You weren’t there!” you insist as Sirius stalks back and forth across the room, tapping his wand against his leg in a quick, restless beat. “He said—he—” You look at Remus, the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in concentration and concern as he presses a cloth under your nose, trying to stop the blood that’s already crusted down your chin. You decide to keep your mouth shut. 

Remus smiles wryly, and you know he suspects why you’ve chosen to go quiet. “It doesn’t matter what they said, love. I don’t need you getting in fights for me.”

“Who was it?” Sirius demands, for probably the fourth or fifth time. You’re losing count. 

“It’s already been hand—ah!” Remus murmurs an episky while you’re distracted, and you flinch, hands flying to your face as your septum snaps back into its proper place. “Fuck, could’a given me some warning.” 

“Sorry,” Remus says, and he looks like he means it, tilting your chin up to continue cleaning your face as you look at him with teary eyes. “Thought it might hurt less if you weren’t expecting it.” 

“How do you figure?” you ask him, somewhat miffed. 

“Back. On. Task.” Sirius claps his hands with each word, coming to a stop in front of you. “Who did this? Remus is my boyfriend, I have twice as much a right to defend his honor as you do, you—you fucking—squirt.” 

You sneer at the childish name, but you know your brother means to rile you. “I told you, I handled it. He won’t do it again.” 

“And he’s never going to touch you again either,” Sirius promises menacingly, squatting in front of you to look you in the eyes, “if you just tell me the fucker’s name.” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Remus says, taking his boyfriend’s shoulder in a spindly hand, the touch both soothing and controlling as he pushes Sirius back from you. “Let’s just let her rest for a minute, yeah?” Sirius sputters in protest, but Remus moves in front of him, pressing his face into his boyfriends’ dark locks. You roll your eyes at the display, though a tiny part of you loves that your brother has someone who loves him this well. Once he quiets, Remus speaks in a low, soothing voice. “I know, I know, you won’t be deterred from your vengeance, but there’s time for that later. Let’s just calm down for now.” 

It’s a lovely prospect, but at that moment, the door opens to reveal Regulus and James, both looking somewhat ruffled. James stops short at seeing you all gathered in his dorm (Remus and Sirius, of course, have every right to be here, but you’d bet he and Reg were hoping for some privacy) and stands there blinking for a moment. Your twin’s blasé facade slips the moment he sees you with blood still crusted to your nostrils and tear tracks down your face. 

“What happened?” he asks, pushing past James and into the dorm. 

“She got into a fight,” Sirius says, outrage instantly rekindled, and Remus sighs in exasperated resignation, his work undone. “Someone said something about Moony, but she won’t tell who.” 

Now James looks upset too, eyes darting to Remus concernedly. “About Moony? When?” 

“Just now!” Sirius throws up his hands. “Ten minutes ago! Did either of you see anything?” 

James shakes his head, and despite Regulus’ blank expression, you catch the embarrassed shifting of his stance. “No,” James says, “we were, uh…we didn’t see anything.” 

“I bet I know who it was though,” Regulus offers, that traitorous scum. He’s just throwing you under the bus to take the heat off himself. 

It works; Sirius perks up. “Yeah? Who?”

“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, but Sirius cuts you off, facing your twin. 

“Who?” he asks. 

“It was the guy you were arguing with yesterday too, right?” Reg glances at you for confirmation, and you glare at him. Don’t you dare, your look says, but he nods and turns back to Sirius. “He’s your year, the one you guys call Sni—”

“Reg and James were coming in here to have sex!” you blurt. 

It’s a wonder Sirius doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns around. “What?” 

You nod, unable to feel guilty as Regulus gives you an appalled look from behind your older brother. “Mhm,” you say. “Their hair is all messed up, and look—their lips are swollen. Plus, they were surprised we were in here.” 

You do feel a tiny bit bad for James, whose dark skin blanches when Sirius turns on him. “James Potter, did you come in here to defile my brother?” 

James looks to Remus for help, but his friend only turns his palms up like Sorry, what can you do?. After a second, Regulus steps closer to him.

“Sirius, we—”

“Don’t touch him,” Sirius practically retches. He shakes his head, grabbing Regulus by the arm and all but dragging him from the room. “Alright, listen. You are going to tell me who was talking shit about Remus, and then we’re going to have an entirely separate conversation about boundaries.” He casts a noxious look back at James. “And I’ll deal with you later!” 

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15/12 nails @rosekillermicrofic – word count: 674 – i had no idea how to end this one (and i don’t really like it but oh well), so apologies if it feels a bit rushed – warnings: swearing, hints at nsfw (barty is pinning, evan teases him)

Barty prided himself on being confident. Charming. Suave, even.

He threw winks at girls in the halls, watching them roll their eyes or blush and giggle. He was loud and made inappropriate jokes. He knew just how many rings to wear or how to style his hair in order to get someone falling at his feet. He most certainly did not stutter or blush or forget how to breathe when looking at someone.

Until Evan fucking Rosier and that fucking nail polish.

It was Pandora’s fault really (that’s who Barty was blaming anyway). She had wanted to test out a design and Evan had volunteered his nails as her canvas. It turned out good, great even, and Evan’s nails remained black and purple for the rest of the week.

But it didn’t stop there. It seemed that Evan genuinely enjoyed having his nails painted, which good for him Barty supposed, but really fucking awful for Barty himself. Because Evan’s looked so good with his nails painted and Barty found himself unable to look away any time the other boy was near (which was a lot, because as Regulus liked to point out they were basically attached at the hip).

“Y’know,” Evan said one day when the two of them were alone in the dorm, attempting to complete their Charms homework. “You could ask Dora to paint your nails too.”

“What?” Barty’s head whipped up from where he had been looking at Evan’s nails again (green this time).

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it's quite fun actually. I’d offer but I’m shit at it.”

“What?” He repeated again, simply because he didn’t know what else to say.

Evan rolled his eyes. “You’re always staring at my nails. If you want yours painted, just ask Dora.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“If you’re worried about people making fun of you–”

“I’m not worried about that.” Barty interrupted him, picking up his quill and turning his attention back to his homework. “I’d look great with nail polish. Fucking fantastic, actually.”

“Okay.” Evan said slowly.

A minute of silence passed between them before Barty spoke up. “That’s not why I’ve been staring.”

“Oh?”

“I…” He took a breath, closing his eyes and gathering every bit of the confidence and charm that he so prided himself on. “I just like how it looks on you.”

“You… do?” Evan asked, looking both confused and intrigued.

“I do.” Barty nodded. “It suits you, but it's also so distracting.”

“How on earth is my nail polish distracting?”

“I can’t stop looking at it!” Barty exclaimed and before he knew it the words were spilling out of him, almost uncontrollably. “It makes you look so pretty, I mean you’re always pretty Rosie, but the nail polish just… Merlin I just wanna hold your hands all the time and then I start thinking about what they would feel like on me and–”

He cleared his throat, looking away from Evan. “Yeah.”

Barty looked up when he heard a chuckle from next to him. Was… was Evan laughing at him?

Evan reached forward to grab Barty’s hand, a smirk forming on his face. “That can be arranged.”

Oh. Well fuck, there goes his heart and his lungs.

“It’s happening again.” Barty said, causing Evan to furrow his brows in confusion.

“What’s happening?”

“Can’t breathe when I look at you. You’re so pretty, Rosie.”

Evan blushed, though it was hard to see on his dark complexion. Barty could tell though, he’d always been good at reading Evan.

“You can’t just say things like that Barty.”

“It's true though, you are pretty.” Barty responded, feeling a bit of his confidence return at Evan’s blush. “Especially when you get flustered.”

Evan rolled his eyes again, something he seemed to do often around the other boy. “Shut up.”

“Or what?”

“Or you can see what my hands feel like on you.” Evan said with a grin. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Perhaps he should thank Pandora, Barty thought to himself as Evan stared at him with that wicked grin.

[hyacintheros]

Child of the Stars

|| (Regulus Black x Fem!Reader)

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Word Count: 0.7k

P.S: A little blurb I was thinkin of c:

She brushes her nails on his scalp, massaging and scrubbing the soap in. Rinsing out the bubbles, she gives the nape of his neck a nice pull, loosening any tense muscles. His wife wrings out the water from his hair, applies conditioner, and leaves it in for a few minutes.

“Ow! What was that for!?” Regulus holds his cheek, trying to soothe the pinch. She looks at him, ready to beat him with the conditioner still in his hair. “D'you know what Sirius said? He told me he saw you getting ice cream with Draco! You guys went without me..” his wife pouts.

“Really? That's what you're upset over? You were at Lily's place! What was I supposed to do, not get him ice cream??” Regulus pouts back, thankful his wife isn't actually angry. Merlin knows what she'll do to his hair when angry, shuddering at the thought, praying for his precious hair currently in her hands.

She rinses out the conditioner, giving his scalp one final scrub before wrapping it up in a cute pink towel, one she bought to tease him about. “Would it make you feel better if we went out for ice cream?” He kisses her forehead in a means to make amends. She smiles at him, happy and bubbly for ice cream.

“D'you want help drying your hair?” The girl mumbles as she cleans up the huge bowl of water and products, doing this once a week for Regulus. They find that washing his hair is a nice bonding activity to wind down from the week, just basking in each other's presence.

“Could you help, please? My curls look nicer when you do them..” They move to the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed while he sits on the ground below her, head facing the other way. “Pass me the creme, darling,” he grabs the dark purple container, opening it for her and holding it up so she can dip her fingers into the product.

Regulus’ head falls gently onto her lap, breathing having evened out, too blissed out to stop himself from falling asleep. His wife chuckles softly, scrunching his hair gently and palming at his nape to help him feel better. She lets him sleep, putting a towel on her thighs to protect his hair.

—♡—

“I'm going to kick your shin if you don't get up from my lap.” Regulus chooses to ignore this threat, instead turning his head around to nuzzle it into her stomach, mumbling incoherent words. “Reggie! My feet are asleep, please!” He relents, just a little bit, standing up by and stretching his back.

“Old man,” his wife mumbles, also getting up to stretch. “You promised me ice cream, you know.” He pulls her in for a sleepy, discombobulated hug, shushing her. “Same place..?” He whispers into her hair, still physically in a different realm. She nods, giving a little kiss to his cheek where she pinched an hour before.

They both grab a coat, not in the mood to change as their coats cover them all the way to their ankles. “It's cold out and you still want ice cream? Truly a well oiled machine, you are” he snickers at her, apperating them to the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley.

Walking in, the smell of handmade waffle cones and sweet cream fill the air, temperature even colder inside. “Oh look, they've got a new flavour!” She points out to the glass divider, a swirly black ice cream with gold shimmers in it. The couple have been coming to the same ice cream shop for a decade, having tasted every flavour, new and old. 

Regulus knows that look on his wife's face, having seen it a million times. Turning to the scooper, he says, “Could we get one Black Cherry Cheesecake scoop on a waffle.. and the new flavour- Child of the Stars? in a cup please.” He didn't see the name of the ice cream before, a bit ironic, he thinks.

Serving their ice creams, the boy behind the glass screen rings them up, “11 sickles please,” and Regulus pulls out his membership card, scanning it then paying for his tab. Grabbing the ice creams, they approach their signature table, one the couple have sat at almost every time they come.

Staring at his wife, he can't help but laugh at her expression, clearly confused by the flavour of her ice cream, not being able to place the actual taste. It's days like today that Regulus feels it was worth it, pushing through the hardest of what life had to offer, just to end up back in her arms.