#posh Regulus black

[hitmewithsomebooks]

@jegulus-microfic Jan 29 - fancy

Cowboy James au 🤠

1012 words 🙈

This will be a multi-part :)

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"Now, I demand that—"

"Whoa there, fancy-pants, what seems t’ be the trouble?" James drawled, placing a hand on the fuming man's chest. He was small, slight, with a head of perfect dark curls and silver eyes, and he shot James a withering look.

"This doesn't concern you." The man snapped, eyeing James before returning to the bartender. "I swear to god, if you don't give it right now, I will knock your fucking lights out—"

"Okay, okay." James intervened again, despite the man's dismissal. Or maybe because of it.

"Now, th’rs no need t’ talk t’ mah friend like that."

The smaller man glared at him.

"Your friend just so happens to be my brother. Who has taken away my fucking phone, because he's a dick." The man spat, directing a glare towards Sirius.

"Well, tha’s not very nice." James admonished, giving him a little pout.

"And who exactly are you?" The man asked James, turning to properly face him, an expression of annoyance and disdain on his face. Here, Sirius cut in.

"Regulus, this is James. My friend. James, this is Regulus, my menace of a little brother." Sirius introduced.

"Regulus." James repeated, grinning, and stuck out a hand. "Lovely t’ meet ya."

"Can't say the same for you, given you're so nosy." Regulus sniffed, but shook his hand anyway. James squeezed his hand a little, then let go.

"Well, since ah’m so nosy, ah’m gonna ask why exactly Sirius took your phone. Cuz ah gotta feelin' he might have a good reason." Regulus opened his mouth to protest, but Sirius cut him off.

"He won't stop texting an arsehole who broke his heart and stole his job." James's eyebrows raised.

"Well that just won' do." He frowned, looking down at Regulus. "Why're you still textin' ‘im ?"

Regulus looked, for just a moment, vulnerable. Then, he put his chin up, and a mask with it.

"He has a really big cock." He replied, granting James and Sirius a sharp, self-satisfied smirk. Sirius rolled his eyes, and James laughed.

"Good to know whatcha like, sugar." James murmured, and Regulus's eyes widened minutely. Sirius, luckily, had been distracted by another customer, and hadn't heard James's remark.

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James had left the bar only a few minutes after they'd met, needing to help out a friend with something. He promised he'd be back later, and Regulus was anticipating it more than he'd like.

"How come you didn't tell me you'd befriended a tall, smooth, hot-as-fuck cowboy??" Regulus asked Sirius, tone incredulous and annoyed.

"Because I knew you'd jump him, and I didn't want him to be your rebound." Sirius answered, giving him a pointed look.

"Oh, please." Regulus scoffed, downing his shot. "That man doesn't seem like he'd be at all phased by a little rebound." Sirius frowned at him.

"He may seem like a confident, smooth-talking cowboy, but he's also quite kind. Considerate. I don't want you breaking him." Sirius answered, and Regulus scowled.

"In case you don't recall, my last relationship ended with me breaking down sobbing in your arms and sleeping on your couch for a month." Regulus said pointedly.

"I do, thank you. But I also remember how you ended it with Will, who was really decent. Bloke texted me for  weeks asking why you'd done it like that. You fucked him up, Reg."

"He's fine. His fragile masculinity will survive." Regulus waved it off, playing with his glass. "But come on, Sirius, did you see James?? He's exactly my type. I mean, the curls, the eyes, and, lord, those thighs in tight fucking jeans? Send me straight to hell because I. Want. To. Sin." Regulus groaned, pleading to Sirius.

"No." His brother replied shortly, before going to tend to another customer.

*

It was only two hours later when James returned to the bar, but now the place was bustling, as it was 8:30. Music was booming throughout the place, full of happily buzzed people dancing around and on one another. Regulus was sat at the bar, glowering at his phone still in Sirius's back pocket. He didn't even care about Barty anymore, he was just bored. Or so he told himself.

"Hey there, fancy-pants." A voice rumbled in his ear, and Regulus startled. Then, he turned, meeting warm hazel eyes.

"Well hello, nosy." Regulus replied, fondly. He was pleasantly tipsy, just on the edge of drunk, his usual wall-like inhibitions lowered. James flashed him a pleased smile.

"Sirius still got your phone?" James asked, glancing at the busy bartender.

"Yes, the cunt." Regulus groused, his tongue also even sharper when he was tipsy.

"Y'know, fer such a pretty thing, y’ve got a filthy mouth." James commented, but it wasn't an admonishment. A wicked smile played his lips as he said it.

"Yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Morality?" Regular sneered, taking another sip of his drink.

"Ah’m gonna ask you to dance, sugar." James replied, and a pleasant shiver went through Regulus's body at the nickname.

"Sorry, but I don't dance." Regulus hummed, partly to make it harder for the man and partly because he really wasn't too confident in his dance moves.

"Mmm, ah think you do. Jus' has to be with the right person." James smirked. Regulus gave him an amused look.

"And you think that's you, do you?" He asked, swirling his drink around his glass.

“Ah think that you really want that phone back, and if y’ dance with me, I’ll get it for you." James rumbled, and Regulus's eyebrows raised.

"Is that so?"

"Yes sir." James grinned, and Regulus shivered again.

"How will you get it?" He asked, wondering how far he could push this man.

"D'you see him? His attention's on nothin' but the customer's drinks. Ah could easily tell him ah’m slippin' out, pat him on the back, and swipe your phone. He prob'ly wouldn't even hear me." James drawled, and Regulus looked at him contemplatively.

"Okay." He sighed, pulling himself away from the bar. "I'll dance with you."

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Next part

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

I know for a fact the dark families of the Sacred 28 were doing whatever the fuck the wizard equivalent of clean cut rich white people cocaine is. I know damn well at galas and balls or whatever, they're doing 6 inch lines of that shit

[foursaints]

okay but bartylus moment where barty's whimper awakens something in regulus and later at night he's staring at the ceiling replaying the whole thing in his head trying not to use it for specific explicit daydreams. [he is also definitely the type to let barty do x pushups and have him say 'regulus' with each one]

no no you SO get it. an essential part of regulus black is being like “FUCK OFF THATS SO DISGUSTING” [😳😳💦💦😳 <- internal monologue]

the push-up thing is so funny i’m cackling.. barty would do it constantly to annoy him especially during the period in quarantine when the gyms were closed and he’d be working out in their kitchen. he gets all confused why reg’s “STOP IT” is so genuine and reggie is just there like i. well. um. i hate you.

[siriusly-writes]

Give it to me

No

Give it to me

NO

…pleeaaaaseeeeee

no

Your a dick

Great… I’m still not giving you the sticker

BUT I ATE MY CARROTS

YOU STABBED MIKE NO STICKER

MIKE DESERVED IT

YES BUT YOU GOT CAUGHT

POV: your trying to rehabilitate a long life child soldier as an ex-child soldier your self

You forgot that you have questionable morals, no childhood to reference and are not qualified for this.

[zazzander]

The Pureblood Accent Headcanons

Pureblood wizards split off from their upper-class counterparts in and around the Statute of Secrecy, i.e., the 17th century. For this reason, I would expect the Black cousins and their peers to have a markedly different accent to pretty much anyone else in the UK.

After the split, the London accent went through a variety of changes, some of which I’m sure the purebloods did pick up eventually. So I basically mixed what was the aristocratic accent of the late 17th century (which was still mostly rhotic!) with modern "posh" accent.

Keep in mind, most wizards live in isolated areas. Many families reside in the West Country. We know a significant portion live in Hogsmeade (i.e. Scotland). We can assume the accent is also influenced by that. For families like the Potters and the Weasleys, even more so.

In my headcanon, their vowels would look a little like this (use the IPA chart to get the sounds):

Some examples of how that looks in words / names! (my best guess)

"James Potter" = d͡ʒɛɪmz pɔt-tɛɹ (pought-teR)

"Black" = blɛk

"Sirius" = sɪː.ɾi.əs "Regulus" = ɾeg.ul.əs "Andromeda" = ɛn.dɾɑ.meː.də (so "Andy" would be more like "Endy", "Meda" would be like "May-da"), "Bellatrix" = bɛ̈l.ə.tɾiks "Narcissa" = nɑɹ.si.sə (sounds very American)

"Remus Lupin" = rɪː.məs luː.pin

"Molly Weasley" = mɑ.lɪː weːz.lɪː

"Muggles" = mɤ-gəlz (almost like moo-glz)

"Muggle-born" = mɤ-gəl-boːɹn (moo-gl-bouRn)

"Mudblood" = mɤd-blɤd (mewd-blewd)

Added: you can listen to the sounds here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Phonetic_Alphabet_chart

[littleliterarylesbian]

regulus the kind of man to put his chapstick on with his fingers

[fiendishfyre]

Regulus with tattoos that isn't the Dark Mark doesn't look or feel like Regulus like who is this mans? Because Regulus Arcturus Black would never.

[morganas-simp]

I live for James Potter calling Regulus Black a posh boy even though he’s also rich and spoiled.

[star-liit]

This thought is courtesy of a fic that won't see the light of day for months until I can get over my writer's block, but this version of Regulus delights me too much not to share:

Sirius reached across the table, twitching his fingers. “Why, Reg?” Regulus eyed his hand suspiciously. "Cassie's in Greece. She's not coming back until the end of summer, and then she only wants to get coffee, and Mummy says -” Sirius squeezed his hand. “Whatever Mum says is shit. You know that, right?”

"Well, it’s very sweet of you, Regulus,” Walburga sighed, tilting the vase to inspect her arrangement under the stark kitchen lights. “But why lilies?” Regulus shrugged, eyes on the swirl of his coffee. “There was a deal online. You didn’t get to pick.” She pursed her lips. “They smell like funerals.” “Sorry, Mummy.”

“Shall we take a pitcher into the garden, darling?” “Mummy!” Regulus looked up, half-scandalised. “It’s not even noon.”

Regulus Black was the type of rich kid who still called his mother 'Mummy' at the big age of 17 and you cannot change my mind.

Sirius retched dramatically every time he overheard him, in case you were wondering.

[maxdibert]

hi! i saw in one of your posts you wrote about how Sirius Black had no reason to bully Snape and i thought about it…..i mean doesn't his hatred seem too personal? we have Lupin who has no contact with Snape after book 3 but Sirius goes crazy when Snape is around and they are alone so he can attack him (kitchen scene in book 5). and he knows so much about him: who he hung out with at school, his relationship with Lucius; at the same time he doesn't know about the mark, about how Severus was the one who brought the prophecy to voldemort that led to Lily and James death. and yes he is stuck at age 21 but even then they graduated school and as he says they never heard of Snape in those years. It seems a bit odd: don't bullies usually try to downplay their role in what they did to the victim, or even try to make it look like nothing happened? And he and Remus try to do that with Harry, but at the same time he seems incredibly proud and pleased with himself when he talks about the prank. One moment confused me when I was reading book 3: when Sirius has Peter at gunpoint with his wand, he is extremely focused on him. He doesn't take his eyes off him, because it was for this moment, the act of revenge, that he escaped from prison. As far as I remember, Harry describes it as "nothing could distract him at that moment" or something like that. But as soon as Remus even mentions Snape, Sirius' attention suddenly switches: he turns away from Peter and asks about him again. Or when he watches Snape during the OWL exams??? Especially when Rowling describes his reaction after the exam, when he sees him under the tree, as the reaction of a dog to a rabbit. He seems so obsessed and like something happened between them that really got to him. Or he's just as intolerant of half-bloods as his family. I completely agree with you that Sirius bullied Snape simply because James did it and he found it funny. But his hatred seems excessive, he has no reason to hate Snape so much. James has his excuse about Lily, but Sirius has none of that. But he still tries to kill him and it doesn't really matter hides, lol. I've read an opinion that he hates him because of his unrequited feelings for James, where Severus is the reason James even noticed Lily, which I don't really agree with, to be honest. Sorry, it got too long, ahaha. What I want to ask is: do you have any thoughts on this?

Well, the explanation for his relationships at school is quite simple because Sirius doesn’t leave home until he’s 16. Considering that his brother goes to Slytherin and that Narcissa is his cousin, it’s not strange to deduce that Snape’s name, along with other Slytherin students, probably came up at some family dinner/lunch/meeting. Like, talking about who in Regulus and Sirius’ year might have ���potential,’ for example. It seems coherent to me that, considering Sirius’ environment until he leaves to live with the Potters, he’d be aware of certain things.

Leaving that aside, let’s talk about Sirius Black, because I think in recent years the Marauders fandom has ruined this character, and he’s actually a character with a lot of depth. Or at least more than many others in the saga.

(This is gonna ne so fucking long lol)

Sirius is a posh kid. He’s a posh kid who is embarrassed about being posh and feels guilty about it. He’s the typical rich kid from a conservative family who’s had issues with his mom (in this case) and his way of getting back at everything he felt was missing from his childhood is to vehemently oppose everything he thinks she represents. And the funniest part is that (as is often the case) his problem with his mom is that they both have a terrible character, which is why they clash. Because Sirius has the kind of terrible character that is incompatible with anyone else who has the same terrible character. But despite everything, he’s still a posh kid. Because he comes from an aristocratic family and was raised with those values of superiority. Because he’s never had to fend for himself (he leaves home but goes to another rich family, the Potters, and on top of that, his uncle Alphard leaves him his entire inheritance, so he has plenty of money) and he has always enjoyed the privilege of his surname, his blood status, and the fact that he’s (according to Rowling) super handsome. In other words, Sirius belongs to the ruling class and behaves with the same arrogance, entitlement, and lack of empathy that is typical of that class. No matter how much he tries to deny it and distance himself from it, he can only do so on a superficial level (Muggle posters, being a Gryffindor, enchanting a Muggle motorcycle) because when it comes down to it, he has no idea how to deconstruct himself, nor is he interested in giving up or losing his privileges, because he’s quite comfortable with them. He’s like the typical aristocratic kid from an Opus Dei family who thinks he’s better than everyone around him because he votes for the left and has been to four protests, but at the end of the day, he still lives a bourgeois life and doesn’t understand the root of social problems.

That said, let’s move on to James.

I think James was everything Sirius wanted to be. No, not be, I think James had everything Sirius wanted to have: loving parents, a family that wasn’t involved in a cult, a pleasant environment that allowed him to do whatever he wanted instead of being constrained by traditions and social norms, liberal and progressive ideals… James had the life Sirius had always wanted, but with one key detail: he was also rich and from an old, prestigious family. This is super important because when Sirius chooses his rebellion partner, he doesn’t pick some random Muggle-born, or a half-blood, or someone from the middle or lower class. Sirius chooses as his best friend someone who embodies everything he wants to be/have, but who at the same time belongs to his same social stratum, both economically and in blood status. Sirius chooses a future Gryffindor rebel with very different ideas from his family, but ironically he chooses like anyone from his family would: someone with money, status, and power. And I find this super amusing because it’s so coherent with his character. I mean, if Sirius were a real person, he would’ve done the same thing because guys like him are like that: the kings of cognitive dissonance and double standards.

Sirius always wanted James’ validation, or at least that’s how I see it. I think for him, feeling that James approved of what he did was a way to legitimize himself as someone different from his family. James represented the “progressive” social elite that Sirius aspired to by rejecting the traditional values imposed on him. So, unconsciously, he understood that if he did everything James wanted, and I’ll go further, everything he thought James would like, then he would distance himself from that Black image and gain validation as something entirely opposite. The problem is that Sirius, unlike James, was raised in an environment where ethical and moral values were very different, and where it was clearly established that certain people were “the other,” an “other” sociologically understood as the idea that some humans are inherently less than others. And although Sirius consciously rejected this idea, unconsciously he had been raised with it. Therefore, consciously, he didn’t reject people based on their blood status because he could identify that as something his family would do, and family = bad. But unconsciously, he was conditioned to see other people as non-people, and this is where Severus comes into play.

James dislikes Severus because he sees him as an obstacle/threat/nuisance in his crush on Lily. By default, and because of that constant need for validation from James, Sirius also focuses on him as a hostile element. And if he’s hostile to James, who in a way is his moral compass, then that guy must be trash because, of course, it’s obvious. But not only that, this guy is also a half-blood and poor, so poor he wears old clothes. And on top of that, he’s ugly. And not very masculine. So he has all the elements for Sirius, the aristocrat raised in luxury under the premise that he’s better than others because of his origins, to see him as “the other” and exercise all his power and privilege to oppress him without remorse, because for him, it’s justified. Justified unconsciously by the education he received, and consciously because if James hates him, there must be a good reason to hate him, so everything is justified. If we add to that the fact that Severus desires everything Sirius has always tried to reject: more social status, more recognition, power, belonging to Slytherin, rubbing shoulders with important wizards, forgetting the Muggle world he grew up in… well, we have a molotov cocktail for him to make Severus’ life unbearable. And Severus is an easy target for someone like school-age Sirius Black: he has no friends, no surname, no parents to protect him, and no stable socio-economic situation. Sirius can project all his frustrations onto him without any consequences. He can completely dehumanize him and stop seeing him as a person. He can behave like a Black.

I think the Prank is a good example to see the difference in upbringing between Sirius and James. Both are bullies, both are abusers, both have zero remorse when it comes to using their status and power to make life impossible for those they believe deserve it. But James was raised in an environment where he knows that actions have consequences, that you can’t cross “certain lines,” such as murder, for example. Sirius was taught the opposite—he was raised to think that the life of “the other” holds no value, and that is something that in his story with Severus goes too far. James understands that death is something serious and can bring terrible consequences, while Sirius does not. For the Black family, death is nothing if there is a reason for the person to die, and Sirius has his own reasons for playing with Severus’ life the way Bellatrix would play with the life of any Muggle-born.

(This is something I really like as well—the way Sirius and Bellatrix are fundamentally alike, and how little that’s discussed. But I’ll leave that for another time, otherwise I won’t finish.)

I don’t think it’s a matter of Sirius being obsessed with Snape, but rather that, for all the reasons I’ve explained, he uses Severus as a catalyst for his repressed anger and that sadism he inherited from his family. He can’t channel it toward anyone else because that would lead to absolute rejection from James. Since James hates and despises Severus, he’s never going to question Sirius for channeling all his pent-up rage on him, so it’s a free pass. If he had reached that level of sadism with someone who didn’t provoke the same level of animosity in James as Severus did, he would have risked confronting his biggest fear: that James would see him as a Black, not as Sirius. Losing his validation as the black sheep to become just another one of them. So he focuses on Severus because it’s a safe bet.

Moving on to their relationship during the book canon…

We don’t really see a proper confrontation until the fifth book. I mean, in the third, it shows that Sirius still sees Severus as “other” by dragging him along while unconsciously banging his head. In the fourth, there’s that scene where Dumbledore forces them to shake hands, and it’s clear they still hate each other. But it’s not until the fifth book that we get a real confrontation, where Sirius loses his temper. I think this has a lot to do with (drumroll) once again that cognitive dissonance between what Sirius always wanted to be and what he actually is, especially given the role he plays on the chessboard at that point in the story.

Sirius did everything he could to distance himself from his family, and the climax of that was joining the Order of the Phoenix and actively fighting against that same family, several members of whom were “soldiers” for the opposite side. Sirius is finally achieving what he wants—to be a hero. To stop being part of the elite dark villains and instead be part of the heroic elite. The noble of high birth who fights valiantly for the good of the realm, just as James was destined to be. It’s the climax, the absolute fulfillment of his adolescent desire. But then he’s thrown into Azkaban, and when he gets out, he finds that the poor, weird kid addicted to dark arts, who sucked up to future dark wizards, who hung out with purists and even joined the “bad side”—the side of Sirius’ family, the villains—is now the most important member of the Order. He’s none other than Dumbledore’s right hand. He’s a double agent risking his neck every day and has more responsibility than anyone else. That kid Sirius called Snivellus for being a crybaby has more guts and more endurance than most people. The one who always wanted to be part of the elite Sirius hated is now the one playing them all, making them look like idiots. The one who looked frail and effeminate turns out to be more “manly.” And that hurts. That hurts a lot. You go to prison, and when you get out, the person you didn’t even consider a person not only ranks above you, but is playing in a league you can’t aspire to. And the best part is, Sirius can’t fully accept it because he’s still Sirius—a classist, privileged aristocrat incapable of accepting that (as is only logical) the poor working-class kid turned out to be far more useful than him in both politics and war.

To me, it’s poetic justice.

[deadpeopleinc]

Alright chat, here's a list of fun facts/headcanons for my Marauders era au (out of context)

The concept of songbirds has done irreversible damage to Sirius' mental health

Sirius was painfully aware of the fact he was put in the wrong Hogwarts house, while Regulus was (for once) oblivious to the fact he was put in the wrong one

James is deathly afraid of clowns and anything clown adjacent

It takes Remus about 30 seconds to decide if he likes you

Peter can cry on demand, but the fact he cries pretty easily already makes this skill useless

Sirius loves clowns and anything clown adjacent

While Marlene is 3rd in student rankings, she can't brew a potion correctly if her life depended on it

Despite her calm demeanor, Dorcas is a holiday fiend and will find any reason to go all out

Pandora has managed to trick most of the Hogwarts population into thinking she's a seer. She's not, just really observant

Rosekiller started flirting with Peter as an on the wim joke, and fell in love on an even bigger wim

It takes a 2 minute conversation with Pandora for Lily to fall in love

Peter is scarily into horror movies

Sirius is an intense gingerbread fan

James has a habit of getting weirdly poetic with his speech, but only in short bursts

James is the 'eyes always closed anime character' of Hogwarts. Sirius didn't actually know what his eye color was until 3rd year. He gets this from his father

Sirius gets incredibly defensive of his family, but will deny it like his life depends on it

Partial albinism is a Black family trait, most just choose to hide it. Narcissa and Regulus are the only ones who don't

James was the only marauder with a regular (posh) British accent until like 2nd year. He still somehow managed to understand them perfectly fine

Marlene needs glasses but would actually rather die than wear them

Sirius is left-handed, Snape is too and they both hate it because of that

Lily was a horse girl

Sirius is autistic, Snape is too and they both hate it because of that

Peter bakes and Sirius cooks

Remus manages to burn water and James isn't allowed into kitchens. Not because he's bad at cooking, he's actually really good, he just gets really controlling

James is Indian, Mexican, and Chinese

Sirius would die to be taller, but (simultaneously) finds he and Remus' height difference hot

It takes Remus 4 years to fully realize how much taller he is to everyone else

Peter love gardening

Sirius has really neat handwriting, like every essay he writes is in beautiful cursive and he hates it

Snape's favorite color is pastel pink

Snape and Sirius' friendship starts right after a fistfight in a potions classroom

It takes everyone else 6 months to find out about said friendship

When his concealing charm isn't on, Sirius' partial albinism covers the whole left side of his body. He has the most "coverage" in the entire family

James always cries during the dramatic kiss scenes in romance movies

Remus was under the impression he was bi for the longest time because he only ever had crushes on fem/androgynous guys. It took until 6th year for him to realize that didn't count because they were all still guys none the less

James thought everyone didn't see gender when it came to crushes until around 3rd year

This will almost definitely have a part 2, but this is what's on my brain at the moment.

[starlightsuffered]

You’ll Do Just Fine

Info - mafia au, regulus main dom, blood kink, blood tasting, anal with an object, weapon kink, knife kink, cnc, dubcon, arranged marriage, biting clit, mention of killing and blood, non magic au, mention of torture, use of a gun, oral with an object, mutual blood kink, leaving during orgasm, dangerous sex, threats of death, virgin reader, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, some praise, expectation of an heir, mention of strip search, trying to stay silent during sex, ass play, oral (fem receive g)

I stood before the leader of the Black Family Mafia. Regulus Black was the most notorious leader since Slytherin himself. There were many families in the Slytherin Mafia, the Lestranges, the Malfoys, the Yaxleys and so on. But Regulus was known for his unhinged behavior and violence. He wanted to be the top, no matter what it took, and that was why he now had me.

He hadn’t like that my family had been rising in the ranks. We’d taken a more silent approach since the Slytherin families were usually at odds with those of the Gryffindor line. Weasleys, Potters, and so forth. When Regulus’s brother had run away; and he had become heir to the business and fortune of the men before him, everyone expected him to go right for the throats of the children of the lion. But Regulus was cunning. I believed he’d had an eye on my family for a long time now.

We’d moved in shadows and whispers. We’d hoped that we’d usurp the crown without the others even notice their reign was over until it was. He’d noticed. This was why when he’d been instated he’d gone after us with a mercilessness that had been seen before.

I had made the ultimate sacrifice. The Ravenclaw Princess, sold to the Slytherin Prince. The wedding had not yet happened, and I knew he’d want to test me first. I knew also that I’d be expected to produce an heir quickly. The intertwining of our bloodlines had never been done like this.

“You know why you are here?” Regulus asked in a posh voice. He sounded royal.

I inclined my head. I was determined to make no sound as this happened. He would not break me. He would take my body, but not my voice.

Regulus sneered as my lack of noise. He pulled a hand gun from his belt. I was sure many other weapons were hidden on his person. I had been stripped and searched before a plain black dress had been thrown over my head. I was defenceless. My only hope was to rely on the card Regulus had already shown. Why would he have so relentlessly pursued us, then offered the bond of marriage if this was not what he wanted. He wanted me, me specifically. It was a little heady and a little attractive to be wanted so fiercely. But what did I know? I was the daughter of a crime lord.

“What is that?” I almost asked in confusion as he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. Did he mean to drug me? Instead of speaking I stood very still. I’d trained to resist and even become immune to poisons. God knew what the Blacks had access to though.

“This is my favourite gun,” Regulus’s voice was different now. It was more of a drawl or a hiss. It didn’t seem to be his mob king voice. Perhaps this was the demon he turned into when he tortured those souls he kidnapped. Perhaps this was the Lord of torment as those who escaped had called him. They dreaded even calling him his real name, though everyone knew it.

“Say hi,” he demanded. With a swift movement he clicked off the safety and held the gun inches from my nose.

I gulped but said nothing. I lifted a lazy hand and gave a nonchalant wave. This seemed to infuriate him. The barrel was shoved further so that it knocked against my teeth.

“If you don’t want to talk princess,” he purred, green eyes glittering like his many rings. “Then suck like you’re a slut, and this is the best dick you’ve ever had.”

I was shocked at his words. I hadn’t expected this in the least, but I was determined to not give him my voice. My mouth circled around the gun. I let my tongue become a slippery road way. I bobbed on the instrument of death until my puffy lips touched his finger on the trigger.

“There she is,” he chuckled. “That’s a very good girl for me. My wife should have these skills of course. Fuck, you look like such a huge slut sucking off my gun.”

I continued to swirl my tongue and give him the show he wanted. My saliva began to slide down my chin. I noticed that his hand had moved down to his crotch. He was unashamedly rubbing his bulge over his pants. His audacity appalled me and yet…

“That’s enough,” he said abruptly and pulled the gun away. For some reason I missed his dark gaze and the fullness of my mouth.

“Such an innocent supple body, yet it has done so much damage,” he whispered in my ear as he massaged my breasts. He tweaked my nipple. Again I almost failed in staying quiet. My body was melting to his touch and I was getting wet.

He was right. I had killed many people. I had ruined families and lives, and he did not cringe from me. He knew my skin had often been blood stained and he still touched me with lust. For once, I was not being bowed to in a room of men who feared my father. Here was a man who knew what it was to feel the burden of a weapon in your hand and a goal in your mind.

“I’ve heard from some that you are a virgin,” he murmured before biting gently at my ear. I couldn’t help the sigh that left my mouth. I felt him smile against the cartilage he held between his teeth.

“We’ll have to prepare you,” he said more sternly.

He was back in front of me in moments. He poured from the bottle into his hand. I watched as he mixed my drool with this substance on the barrel of the gun. Lube, it was lube. I shuddered at the thought of what he might do.

“I do need to warm you up,” he commented. “Seeing as foreplay is a must have for someone as unused to sex as you. However, my wife, must be able to do extraordinary things.”

With these words he was behind me again. He began to slowly inch the barrel into my ass. He chuckled as I made light whimpering sound. I was being stretched around his favourite weapon. I panted as he filled me to the hilt.

“That’s it Princess, you took the whole thing,” he chuckled. He slapped a hand over my mouth.

“You wanted to stay quiet right?” He asked. I didn’t know how he’d known. “You won’t be able to by the end of this.”

His deft fingers fondled my bundle of nerves. My body buzzed with lust as my tight hole undulated around the gun. He was soft as first, massaging my clit. Soon he sped up, using four fingers to press and knead.

I feel drool collect in my mouth as my eyes rolled back in my head from the pleasure. It was like the rest of my body’s reactions were doubled since I refused to make noise.

I didn’t know how he moved so smoothly and silently as he suddenly positioned himself under my dripping cunt. He trapped my hips and held me, hovering over his mouth.

“You better not make that gun go off sweet heart,” he chuckled. “Do the extraordinary to impress me.”

With those words he yanked me down onto his mouth. He was feasting on me like a four course dinner and he was a starving man. He moaned into my pussy, vibrating my insides. I covered my mouth with both hands, trying so damn hard to stay quiet.

Regulus’s needy mouth suckled my clit. His hand reached up and began to pump his weapon in and out of me languidly. I was so turned on I thought I might explode. I did then, an orgasm rippling through me. I almost felt like I’d choke from keeping the sound back. My eyes saw stars and tunneled as I tried to hold onto what I refused to give him.

He chuckled darkly into my pussy. He sucked each labia lip into his mouth, baptising me in more pleasure. I was gasping. I was heaving. I was nearly hiccuping with the effort of holding myself together.

This was when he bit my clit. I screamed. It was equal parts pleasure and pain. The hurt only turned me on more. The dam had broken and now I was a mess. Whimpering like those of a dying animal, moans of a pornstar, and broken cries like a mourner. I let out everything I’d held back.

More nibbling of my clit. More thrusting of the gun. The terrible danger made me dizzy with need. His tongue reached deep into my cunt. I realised that I wanted it to be his cock and his cum. I wanted him, no matter how much I shouldn’t.

Just as another wave of orgasm broke over me, he ripped his mouth away. I was left confused and convulsing from finishing in such a powerful way.

Regulus aided me in standing up straight, thought my legs trembled. He slid out the gun, looking please. He made eye contact with me as he now sucked the taste of my ass hole off of it.

“Don’t worry little pet, I shan’t tell anyone you made a noise. I’ll say you took it like a perfect lady and didn’t make a sound?” He whispered to me with serpent like eyes.

I breathed out shakily as he pulled me to him. He demanded that I remove his clothing and with trembling hands I did.

Soon his lanky but wiry frame was bare before me. I took in the beautiful sight. Pink nipples, moon milk skin, a long torso and legs, and a massive cock nestled in a dark, trimmed bush.

“Time to take what is mine,” he murmured, and pulled me by the hips.

He entered me with a slow pace, let me get used to the stretch. I clung to him like he was a life raft in a storm. He grabbed my ass in handfuls, thrusting into me until he was balls deep.

“Ohhhh fuck,” I moaned.

“That’s my girl,” he purred. He began to pump inside of me. Long deep strokes that reached parts of me that had never been touched.

“Good girl, fucking taking all this dick. You’ll produce a perfect heir. We’ll rule this world!” He cried as he fucked me within an inch of my life.

I was keening, my noises shame worthy. His hands explored me in a lewd but seeking way. It was as if he was trying to know all of me by touch alone. I was panting, wishing he’d press his lips to mine and swallow my embarrassing sounds before they were floating in the air between us.

“Keep it up baby,” he purred.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded. His eyes seemed to soften for a moment but then he slammed his lips to mine. The kiss was bruising in just the way I needed.

He took my air, my sound, my sound. He continued to fuck me. Our joining sounded so wet and erotic. Everything was heady and warm.

It should not have taken me by surprise when he cut my throat. It wasn’t a deep cut, shallow like a paper cut really. It hurt none the less and that added to my pleasure. I gasped as his mouth attached to me like a vampire.

Blood ran down my skin. The red decorated me as it often had my victims. I was no longer scared of this man. Perhaps we were suitably matched.

I had a burst of confidence when I went for his neck. I bit down hard. I broke the skin and he didn’t flinch. I tasted his blood as well. Both of us lapped at the knife he’d used, reviling in our shared perversion.

In the end we both came. Ropes of cum filled my ripe pussy. We were completely exhausted by our union. We both laid across from each other, panting, bleeding, covered in multiple liquids. His cum seeped from me as he said the next sentence.

“Yeah, you’ll do just fine.”

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[yourgalgremlin]

(James & Harry) 🤝 (Regulus & Draco):

JAMES: I’ll take the prettiest, vicious Slytherin twink you got. Extra mean to me. Prickly on the outside/gooey inside—

DRIVE-THRU: Anything else?

HARRY: Can I actually get 1 of those, too? Blonde.

JAMES: k so 2 posh twinks—& if they can BOTH be from the Black Family—easy on the feral energy por favor?

[randommmthoughts]

When James was young, he used to daydream about Regulus, member of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. (He still does, to be fair, when his husband isn’t looking)

He fantasized about the stoic Slytherin, who always snarled his last name. James’s heart perked up anytime he heard “Potter” in his posh accent, even more when Regulus was tired and his French accent came through.

He had almost lost a match against Slytherin, to mesmerised by the boys Quidditch skills. So it didn’t come as a surprise when his Amorentia smelled like broom polish, forest and green apples. Green apples, because Regulus seemed to live solely on those.

Imagine James’s surprise when Harry, the son Lily and James co-parented, who had two fathers and two mothers, began to ramble about Draco Malfoy, member of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.

At first it was all hate talk. “He’s so annoying”, “He always calls me Pottah”, “Why is he always in a mood?!”

But through the years it developed and now Harry was quite obviously smitten with the mean Slytherin. Seeker of the other Quidditch team. And when one day Harry wrote a letter home about them making Amorentia, and his smelling like green apples, but that couldn’t be because what would he have to do with Malfoy? Regulus snorted. “Well, you potters clearly have a type” he mumbled.

Then, even quieter. “Can’t believe my grandnephew will become my son-in-law”

[grimst4rs]

regulus black is a loser who wears suits even when he doesn’t have to, who speaks in a posh accent all the time, who moans about things to get his way, who has acquaintances but not friends, who was jealous of his brother who didn’t have to study yet still got higher grades than him, whose only real, genuine friend was a house elf, who stayed up at night journalling because he didn’t want to sleep, who put a sign on his door asking people to specially not enter his bedroom without his express permission, who was arrogant and full of himself, who was always in his brother’s shadow and to whom people only paid attention in hopes that he would be as interesting and compelling as his brother (he isn’t)

[bradleysass]

Family Gatherings - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 993 - 25 Days of Jegumas - Are family gatherings always positive?

Regulus Black paced the polished marble floors of the drawing room, his steps quiet but frantic. The flickering flames from the ornate fireplace cast his shadow against the room's dark-paneled walls, making him look even smaller than he felt. He tugged at the sleeves of his perfectly pressed shirt, his nerves fraying with every passing second.

It was absurd, really. He knew that. Inviting James Potter to spend Christmas at Grimmauld Place was nothing short of reckless. His parents—strict, old-blooded purists—wouldn't just disapprove; they would be scandalized. But the thought of enduring their oppressive atmosphere and pointed disapproval alone was unbearable.

Besides, James had insisted.

"I’m not leaving you to deal with those stuck-up wankers alone, Reggie," he’d said, his voice warm and resolute. "And if I’ve got to wear something posh to charm them, so be it. Just tell me what to bring, and I’ll be there."

The doorbell echoed through the house like a tolling bell. Regulus froze. Kreacher shuffled past with a grumble, muttering something about "unworthy visitors" as he went to answer it.

Taking a deep breath, Regulus steadied himself and stepped into the hallway.

James stood in the entryway, a grin lighting up his face despite the oppressive atmosphere of Grimmauld Place. He was dressed impeccably: a crisp, tailored suit in deep navy that complemented his warm complexion, polished shoes, and—was that a silver tie? Regulus blinked.

“You…clean up well,” Regulus said, his voice betraying a mix of surprise and affection.

James laughed, stepping forward to press a quick kiss to Regulus's temple. “Told you I could be fancy when I want to be. Now, where are these terrifying parents of yours?”

Before Regulus could respond, Walburga Black swept into the hall, Orion trailing just behind her. Her sharp eyes narrowed as they landed on James.

“And who, pray tell, is this?” she asked, her voice icy.

“James Potter,” James said smoothly, extending a hand. His tone was polite, but his confidence was unshakable. “Regulus invited me to join you for Christmas dinner.”

Walburga ignored the hand, her lips curling in disdain. “A Potter,” she repeated, as if the name itself was a curse.

James's smile didn’t falter. “That’s right. I hope to prove I’m not nearly as dreadful as you might think.”

Walburga raised an eyebrow, her gaze darting to Regulus. “And why, exactly, is he here?”

Regulus opened his mouth, but James beat him to it. “Because your son deserves a Christmas where he’s not suffocated by tradition,” he said lightly, though his eyes flashed with determination. “I thought I’d lighten the mood a bit.”

Orion, who had been quiet until now, gave James a once-over. “You’re the Quidditch player, aren’t you? Chaser for Gryffindor?”

James nodded. “That’s me. Regulus and I had some memorable matches.”

Orion smirked faintly. “I’ve heard you’re talented. A shame about the company you keep.”

James’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. “Funny, I was going to say the same,” he replied smoothly.

Dinner began as a cold, tense affair, with Walburga and Orion making thinly veiled comments about James’s background, while James parried with polite but firm replies. Regulus sat stiffly, his hands clenched under the table, trying not to let the tension overwhelm him.

The breaking point came during dessert. Orion, who had been sipping from his wine glass with increasing disdain, finally set it down with a loud clink and leveled James with a withering glare.

“Tell me, Mr. Potter,” he began, his voice dangerously low, “do you honestly believe you’re good enough for my son? A Potter, whose family has spent generations cozying up to Mudbloods and half-blood filth, daring to sit here and play the part of a respectable wizard?”

James froze. The jovial light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp, simmering anger. Slowly, he pushed his chair back and stood.

“Father,” Regulus said quickly, his voice taut, “that’s enough.”

But Orion ignored him, his gaze fixed on James. “No, let him answer. What does a boy like him think he can offer someone like Regulus? Respectability? Status? Power? You have nothing, Potter, and you will never be anything more than a stain on wizarding society.”

The next moment happened in a blur. James’s fist curled at his side, his knuckles white as his temper boiled over. He took a step forward, his posture rigid and threatening.

“Say that again,” James said, his voice low and deadly.

Regulus was on his feet in an instant, stepping between them. He placed a hand on James’s chest, his touch firm yet grounding. “James,” he said softly, but urgently. “Don’t.”

James’s eyes flicked to Regulus, his fury wavering under the younger Black’s imploring gaze. Slowly, he unclenched his fists, exhaling through his nose as he stepped back.

“This is what I mean,” Orion sneered. “Hot-headed and impulsive. You’ll drag him down with you.”

James turned to Orion, his voice calm but cold. “The only thing dragging Regulus down is this house and the people in it.”

Walburga gasped, her face a mask of fury, but James didn’t stay to see her reaction. He grabbed Regulus’s hand and said, “We’re leaving.”

Regulus didn’t argue. He let James lead him out of the dining room, their footsteps echoing in the stunned silence.

When they reached the hallway, James stopped, his shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to rein in his anger. Regulus placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently.

“Thank you,” Regulus murmured.

James looked at him, his expression softening. “For what?”

“For not punching my father,” Regulus said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

James chuckled despite himself, wrapping an arm around Regulus’s shoulders. “Don’t thank me yet. Next time he opens his mouth, I might not be so restrained.”

Regulus leaned into him, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. “You were perfect,” he whispered.

James pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “And you’re worth it.”