#regulus has a thing for older men

[justagirlobsessedwithwizards]

age gap jegulus (both over 21) with daddy kink james. that’s all.

[supernova-stardust]

No One Has To Know What We Do

jegulus | 18+ | 5,602 words | kinktober submission

@jeguluskinktoberr day 26 - mirror sex

Regulus has worked his entire life to earn a spot at Juilliard in their ballet program, but one day he's late to class and is forced to teach the Columbia football team their monthly ballet lesson. Enter James Potter: handsome, cocky, and annoying. Obviously, Regulus hates him immediately and can't resist his charm.

OR

Regulus and James hook up in the ballet studio after class and make a mess of the mirror (and each other).

This fic was written specifically for Jegulus Kinktober 2024 and contains the following prompts:

cunnilingus/deep throating, marking, impact play, semi-public sex, punishments, praise kink, mirror sex, breathplay

entire fic after the break or read on ao3, minors: dni

Regulus had never been late to class in his entire life. In fact, he typically showed up at least a half hour early to warm up, stretch, and make sure that he always got his favorite spot at the barre. Ballet was a wonderful discipline and he prided himself on being the most disciplined. He was never, ever late. That’s part of what had earned him his spot here in the first place. Very few people made it to the college level for ballet, let alone men. Nevermind Juilliard. He had goals, namely to be a part of the NYC Ballet Company and perform until he physically couldn’t anymore.

And so, the fact that he was running late today felt so unreal, it was like an out-of-body experience. Of course every single thing that could have gone wrong did go wrong and as he entered the room huffing out of breath with everyone staring at him, he knew that he was in for the worst class of his life.

“Lovely of you to join us, Regulus. I was just telling everyone who arrived on time that the studio will be closed to private practices this evening to allow the Columbia football team to have their monthly lesson,” his instructor explained as he set his belongings down on the floor in the corner and made his way to the barre. Thankfully, his spot was empty. Dancers were creatures of habit after all. “I was going to ask for a volunteer to stay tonight and teach their lesson, but since you’re late, I believe you should have the energy to stay late today.”

Fuck. Of course the only time he was late he would get saddled with teaching the football jocks. It was well known that none of them took their lessons seriously.

“Of course, I’d be happy to stay,” he said instead of voicing his honest thoughts. He’d rather drown himself than stay late for people who didn’t even respect the work they did, but saying no wasn’t exactly an option if he wanted to maintain his instructor's respect.

***

As the football team filed into the studio, Regulus felt more nervous and exposed than he expected. Growing up, he always knew he was a man. He started testosterone the moment he turned eighteen, despite his parents disowning him for it and in his everyday life he never thought about ‘passing’ anymore. He rarely, if ever, experienced dysphoria anymore. No one he knew before transitioning went to university with him and really the only person who knew and he saw regularly was his older brother, Sirius. Despite all of that, being surrounded by muscular and extremely masculine men had him questioning his ability to 'pass' for the first time in a long time. Every guy who walked in made him feel more and more self conscious. His body was toned and muscular, he couldn’t dance for hours on end if he wasn’t fit, but where he was all lithe limbs and grace, these men were bulky muscles, sharp jawlines, and reminded him of the picture-perfect portrayal of masculinity. 

“Please spread yourselves out on the barre along the wall and stretch while we wait for everyone to arrive,” Regulus announced. He heard murmurings of jokes and complaints but didn't deign them important enough to respond. He scrolled through the music app on his phone, searching for his preferred playlist that he listened to for warmups when he was alone. He hoped that it worked well enough for the class today, but figured that the jocks in the room wouldn’t notice if it didn’t anyway. As he connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker in the studio, a man with dark, messy hair and richly tanned skin ambled into the studio. The man’s warm brown eyes crinkled behind golden framed glasses as he laughed loudly at something one of his teammates said as they came into the studio together, not caring about the etiquette of staying quiet in the studio to avoid disruptions.

Regulus hated him immediately.

The two men shoved at each other a bit before Regulus cleared his throat. The two of them froze and looked at him, the one wearing glasses raking his eyes up and down Regulus’ body. “There’s a time and place for… whatever it is you’re doing,” Regulus snapped at them. “This is neither. Please, take a spot at the barre so we can get class started. Might I remind you that this is a requirement for your training and your coach relies on my feedback to know whether or not you're participating properly.”

They went completely stone-faced and found their ways to the barre at Regulus' scolding, clearly wanting to make sure that they didn't need to repeat this lesson in order to continue to be a part of the team. Regulus went through the motions of showing the team a very basic combination to start and pressed play on the music. “Five, six, seven, eight,” he counted out and led the class into their warmup. Once he was sure that they had the basic combination down, he began making his rounds down the barre, offering subtle corrections and moving their bodies as needed. When Regulus made his way to the man with the golden skin and messy hair, he placed his hands on his hips and adjusted him properly.

“At least ask my name first, love,” the man joked, his eyes crinkling in that annoyingly cute way as he smiled wide. 

“Does it matter? Neither of us wants to be here,” Regulus retorted.

“Aw, c’mon. You don’t know that.” He tilted his hips again and Regulus swore it was intentional. “My name’s James, by the way.”

“James, you know what I want you to do?” Regulus asked as he corrected his hips again.

“What’s that, love?”

“Shut up and hold your hips properly.”

James hummed and looked as though he’s deep in thought for a moment before he replied. “I’d prefer if you held them, I think.” 

His teammate behind him at the barre stifled a laugh and looked away quickly when Regulus glared at him. Regulus groaned in annoyance and walked away, figuring that ignoring him was the better option for class to be able to continue with as few disruptions as possible.

After what Regulus swore was the longest hour of his life, he dismissed the class and informed them that he would be emailing their coach to confirm that they all completed the class and to schedule their time for the following month. The men all nodded and said their thanks as they grabbed their belongings and shuffled out the door. All except for one. When only Regulus and James remained in the studio, Regulus walked over to his bag on the floor and pulled on his oversized sweater and baggy sweatpants. He sat on the floor and peeled his black ballet shoes off his feet while watching James standing in the middle of the studio. His entire life he’d been under a microscope, having his body analyzed and critiqued for every slight imperfection, but he’d never felt more heavily scrutinized than while James was staring at him alone in this space. 

“You can leave now,” Regulus snapped. After ten hours in the studio, he was ready to leave and he didn’t want to entertain this immature man any longer than he had to.

“I just— You never told me your name.”

“That was intentional.”

James stepped closer to him and while normally being alone with a man like this might make him uncomfortable, Regulus couldn’t help but feel drawn to everything about him, his casual confidence pulling him in. If they were in different circumstances and had met in a more controlled setting where Regulus could make sure that he was cool with the fact that he was trans before any flirting happened, Regulus might have even wanted to date this annoying man. Or at least fuck him. He hated James for it.

“Are you really gonna make me beg? I’m not above getting on my knees, you know.”

Fucking hell, this guy.

“Regulus.”

The corner of James’ mouth quirked up in a smirk and he took another step closer. “Regulus,” he said in a way that made his name sound like sin. “I’ve never met anyone named Regulus before. A unique name for a unique beauty.”

Regulus scoffed as he stood, grabbing his bag and slipping on his slides as he tried to step around James. “Thanks. Picked it out myself. Are you done? I’d like to go home now.”

“Picked it out— oh, that’s cool.” James stepped into his path and walked backwards as Regulus continued walking towards the door as if James wasn't even there. When they reached the door, James pressed his back to it and smiled down at him. “Look, I’m gonna be really honest with you, I think you’re hot.”

Regulus glared at him in response, crossing his arms and pushing his weight into one hip. He said nothing while James seemed to squirm under his cold eyes before continuing on.

“I, uh, I don’t date,” James explained. “Too busy between football, school, friends, and work. Feels rude to demand someone’s attention when I can’t give them mine.”

“I have a hard time believing you care about being rude.”

“Says the meanest guy I’ve ever met, I mean, fuck. You didn’t even give me a chance to— anyway, you’re hot. For some reason, I think I’m into the whole mean thing. We’re here all alone and I’m sure you’re the one with the keys to lock up.”

“Are you trying to hook up with me?” Regulus raised an eyebrow in question.

“Are you flattered?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” James whined as he banged his head on the door behind him. “Have you ever had a hot quarterback want to fuck you in the dance studio? You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t think about it at all during that class. You had us all bent over, for fuck’s sake.”

“This is a learning environment,” Regulus replied. “I’m a professional, you know.” He refused to admit that he absolutely was staring at James’ ass every time he passed by, but now he wondered if the man had seen him in the mirrors lining the walls.

“Please, you’re not as subtle as you think.”

Regulus’ cheeks turned pink at that and he felt the blush all the way to his ears.

“I’ll move so we can both go home if you can honestly tell me that you don’t want to hook up. But I have a feeling that you want this as badly as I do.”

The silence that stretched between them was charged with desire. As much as he hated the guy, Regulus wanted James so badly it hurt. But he was also terrified of, well, everything. Being a gay trans man came with a lot of disclaimers beforehand, in his experience. He tried to hint at the fact that he was trans earlier and James said he was cool, but did he really know what he was getting himself into by continuing to hit on Regulus? If he told James outright, would he be safe here alone with him? 

Regulus let out a shaky breath before he spoke again. “I— I don’t usually hook up like this.”

“It’s fine, it can stay between us.”

Oh, why did that hurt? Why didn’t he want to be kept as a dirty little secret? What was it about James that made him… want? He’d never wanted anyone like this before. 

“It’s not that, It’s— I’m trans.”

“Okay?” James’ eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I’m not sure why that matters?”

Regulus gaped at him, unsure how to even respond to the confusing man before him.

“I think you’re hot,” James continued, saving Regulus from having to formulate a response. “I’m pretty sure you think I’m hot, though you haven’t admitted it. If I was a more self conscious man, I might feel a bit inadequate if I’m honest. We’re young and we have this place to ourselves for the night. I’m clean too, if you were wondering.”

“I’m clean,” Regulus responded without processing the rest of what James just said. 

James smiled at that. “So?”

“So?”

“You want to go home or can I kiss you already?”

Regulus dropped his bag on the floor next to him with a loud thud and crashed his lips onto James’, crowding his body against the door. Their first kiss was a cruel thing, the building energy between them finally boiling over into something physical. James’ arms wrapped around Regulus, one snaking down to his lower back and the other gripping the nape of his neck. When Regulus brushed his tongue along the seam of James’ lips, he opened for him and Regulus allowed himself to indulge in exploring James’ mouth.

Regulus reached a hand down towards the knob of the studio door near James’ hip and clicked the lock in place while they continued kissing. He felt James smirk against his mouth and pulled back, glaring at the taller man he had pinned against the wall with his body.

“What?” Regulus snapped. He would never admit it outloud, but really wasn’t sure why this man’s cocky attitude was so attractive. That smirk on his face made him melt and Regulus knew that he was in for a world of hurt after this was all over and James wanted nothing to do with him again.

“Planning on more than a kiss?”

“You were the one who—”

“I know, shh, I’m just teasing.” James placed a quick peck on Regulus’ lips. “I feel like I’m pushing my luck here by asking, but do you have a condom?”

Regulus felt his face heat. He normally wasn’t embarrassed by sex, honestly. There was just something about this Adonis of a man trapped against the door in front of him asking him for a condom that felt like an out-of-body experience. “Uh, I think so, let me check.” He dropped down to his knees and rifled through his bag, trying to ignore the heavy weight of James’ gaze on him. When he found the condom, he grabbed it and looked up, holding the condom up like a prize. James’ eyes were heavy with desire and when Regulus went to stand up, James buried a hand into his hair to hold him in place. 

“You look so pretty on your knees, Regulus.”

“I’d look prettier with your cock in my mouth.”

“Oh,” James tightened his grip in his hair and Regulus let out a wanton moan at the feeling. “You are a good boy, aren’t you?”

Regulus hummed in response and reached for the waistband of James’ shorts, tugging them and his boxers down just low enough to free his hard cock. Regulus leaned forward against the resistance of the hand buried in his hair and lapped at the precum beading at the tip. James groaned at the feeling and pumped himself a couple of times in front of Regulus’ face. Regulus raised himself up higher on his knees and dragged his hands up under James’ shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen and back before he licked at a vein along the underside of his cock and then sucked him into the back of his throat, taking as much of him in his mouth as possible. 

He bobbed his head a few times, relishing at the feeling of James’ hand threaded in his dark curls guiding his movements, then pulled back and ran his tongue up his entire length. He swirled his tongue around the tip once, twice, then pushed his tongue at the slit, moaning at the unique salty taste that was James. When he looked up under hooded eyes, they locked eyes and James gave him a pleased smile.

“Fuck,” James breathed. “You’re so good for me, you do look so pretty just like this, I knew you would. Can you be such a good boy and let me fuck your throat, hm?”

Regulus squirmed as he opened his mouth with his tongue flat, feeling hot wetness pooling between his legs. When he felt James slide his cock back into his mouth, he relaxed his throat and surrendered completely to the pace that James set. He felt James shift so he had one hand on both sides of his head and Regulus adjusted so that both of his hands gripped James' hips. He was slow at first, unsure of how Regulus would handle his size, but grew more confident when Regulus moaned around his cock. Soon, the pace was unrelenting and Regulus felt his eyes watering, tears streaming down his face. Spit ran down his chin and he found that he didn't care at all. He dug his fingers into James' hips, hoping to leave bruises. Evidence that he had James, if only for a little while. He barely had any room to breathe between the strokes as James continued to thrust into him, focused entirely on his own pleasure.

Before he knew it, James pulled himself out of Regulus’ mouth. He bent down to wipe the spit off of Regulus' chin with his thumb then languidly sucked at it before pressing the pad of his thumb against Regulus' bottom lip. Regulus swiped his tongue out and caught James' thumb in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the digit. James smirked, pulling his thumb away and wiped at the tracks of tears on Regulus' face with his thumbs. Regulus whined a needy sound at feeling so empty, rubbing his thighs together in hopes that any form of friction would bring him relief. James leaned in to kiss him before pulling Regulus to his feet as he tucked his erection back into his shorts.

“Shh,” James soothed, pushing his hair away from his face and placing soft kisses on his cheeks. “Let me return the favor, c’mon.”

James grabbed his hand and dragged a boneless Regulus to the center of the room. When he got there, he held up one finger, signaling for Regulus to wait a moment. Regulus wanted to pout, but watched as James went to the corner of the room where a stack of folding chairs leaned against the wall. He grabbed one and carried it back to where Regulus stood, opened it up, then pushed Regulus into the seat facing the mirror covered wall. 

Regulus reached his hands out towards James’ hips and tugged him closer, hoping to return to having that beautiful cock in his mouth before James clicked his tongue softly. “I said I was going to return the favor, baby.” James knelt down and looped his fingers under the waistband of Regulus’ sweatpants. “Can I?”

“In front of the mirror?”

“Why not?” James shrugged. “It’s hot. Plus it’s not like there’s anywhere in this room without a mirror. Might as well make good use of it.” James playfully tugged at Regulus' waistband with one hand again as he removed his glasses with the other and set them to the side on the floor. “Are you gonna make me beg or can we continue?”

Regulus nodded as he shifted his hips so James could pull at his baggy sweatpants, then he heard James laugh as he pulled at the baggy shorts underneath his sweatpants revealing yet another pair of shorts, these ones much tighter and shorter. “So many layers,” James huffed. “Why do you need so many layers?” He pulled down the shorts and finally got to Regulus’ underwear. Pulling those down, he unbunched all of the layers of pants from around his ankles and threw them to the side. The cold metal of the folding chair bit into Regulus’ skin as he sat there in just his baggy sweater feeling extremely exposed.

“Keeps the muscles warm in between—” All thoughts of the logistics in layering clothing during ballet were lost as he felt James spreading his legs apart. James bit down on the soft skin of his innermost thigh as he slid his hands up to Regulus’ hips. He allowed James to pull him towards the edge of the seat, tilting his hips up to give James better access. 

Regulus writhed at the first feeling of James’ tongue on him and he let out a shameless moan that echoed around the room. He tilted his head back and allowed his legs to fall open in pure pleasure. James grabbed under his thighs to hike his legs up over his shoulders, giving himself more access as he continued devouring Regulus, licking and sucking at him. When Regulus glanced up, he looked at the two of them in the mirror. Watching James on his knees worshiping his body, he understood immediately why James said it would be hot. He had never seen a sight quite so erotic and between the feeling of James sucking on his most sensitive nerves and the reflection before him, he climaxed hard and fast. His orgasm rippled through him and James reacted by moaning as he pushed his tongue inside him, lapping at his release. 

As he came down from the orgasm, James slowed down and started kissing down his thighs, sucking small bruises along the way. Normally, Regulus would ask his lovers to avoid leaving marks like that, especially since they were so visible in classes, but something about James made him want to be claimed. He wanted people to know they were together, and for a time, be able to say that he belonged to James.

Just when he felt like he was coming back into his body, James pushed two fingers inside him and curled them up at the perfect angle, hitting the sensitive walls inside his body. Regulus felt his entire body jolt with pleasure as James’ tongue returned to between his thighs, circling the sensitive nerves and flicking in time with his fingers. 

“Fuck,” Regulus whined, feeling his body climbing rapidly towards another orgasm.

James pulled back to gaze up at him, his fingers continuing at a punishing pace. “I know you can cum for me again, baby. Show me what a pretty boy you are while you cum on my fingers.” He bit into his leg just above his knee and sucked a bruise, watching his fingers pumping in and out of Regulus’ body. His orgasm crashed through his body again and James moaned at the sight, dipping his head between his legs again and giving him one languid lick before pulling back and smiling up at Regulus. He sucked on his fingers and made a show of licking off every drop, giving Regulus a visual reminder of how skilled he was with that tongue.

“Think you can go again?” James asked from between his legs. Regulus had no doubt in his mind that if he said yes, the man would sit between his thighs all night long, and maybe if they hooked up again he’d get the opportunity to experience it, but for now he really wanted to know what he felt like buried deep inside him.

Regulus shook his head and pulled off his oversized sweater, then the white tee underneath until he was sitting in the middle of the room, fully exposed. “Your turn, you have a criminal amount of clothing on your body.”

James barked a laugh and practically ripped off his clothes as he stood. He grabbed Regulus’ hand and hoisted him to his feet, pulling him in close to his naked body. The feeling of their bare skin brushing against each other was enough to set Regulus’ overstimulated nerves alight. He moaned as he leaned in for a kiss, tasting a heady combination of the two of them on James’ lips.

“I’m going to grab the condom,” James said against Regulus’ lips, his breath hot. He kissed down Regulus’ jaw and neck before he continued. “Go stand facing the mirror for me.”

“I—”

“If you don’t want me to take control, tell me now sweetheart.” James said softly. He placed a quick peck against his lips. “Otherwise, I’m going to get a little bossy from here on out.”

Regulus nodded, then moved to stand facing the mirror while James dug through their discarded clothes for the condom Regulus had found earlier. When he returned, James stood behind him and gently grasped at his jaw, ensuring they made eye contact through the mirror.

“Familiar with the traffic light color system?”

Regulus nodded again and James clicked his tongue. “I’m going to need verbal confirmation here, baby.”

“Yes.” 

“Good, so if you want me to stop immediately you say?”

“Red,” Regulus answered without hesitation.

“And if I check in and you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Green.”

“Good boy. Last one, then we can continue. If you need to pause or something doesn’t feel right?”

“Yellow.”

James kissed his neck from where he stood behind him and smiled. “Very good. Now, hands against the glass for me. And they’re not allowed to move at all. Your pretty little ass will get a beating if they do. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes… Sir?”

James clicked his tongue and Regulus could tell that he was disappointed. "Come now, you can do better than that."

Regulus wracked his brain searching for whatever it was that James was asking. Finally, it came to him after he reflected on all the times James had called him 'baby' and a 'good boy.'

"Yes, Daddy."

James let out a groan at that, moving his hand down from Regulus’ jaw to his throat and squeezing slightly. Regulus keened and pushed his hips back towards James, searching for friction. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” James said as he pulled back and ripped at the condom wrapper. Regulus whined at the loss of the hand around his throat and turned around. He draped his arms around James' shoulders and sought out his lips for a kiss.

With the condom not fully unwrapped, James froze and gripped Regulus’ throat, stopping him from the kiss he was seeking. “What did I say, baby?”

“Oh, please.” Regulus scoffed when James loosened his grip just enough to allow him to reply. “We hadn’t even started yet.”

James’ eyes darkened at that. “Did I or did I not tell you that if you moved your hands from the mirror, you’d be punished?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Do you want to push me to find out how serious I am?” At the silence hanging between them, James smirked. “Now, turn around. Hands on the mirror. I’m going to spank you five times and you’re going to count out each one, thanking me for every one. If you stop counting or lose your manners, you’ll earn five more. Understand?”

“Yes.” Regulus followed his instructions, placing his hands on the cold mirror and breathing as evenly as he could.

“Yes what?” James kneaded his ass, making him even more sensitive to the touch.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Color?”

“Green.”

James hummed in acknowledgement before his hand slapped Regulus’ ass. Regulus let out a surprised yelp. 

“Count, baby. I won’t remind you again.”

“One,” Regulus cried out. “Thank you, Daddy.”

James’ hand smacked down again, the sound echoing in the room, and Regulus gasped at the shock of pain that rippled through his body. “Two. Thank you, Daddy.” Regulus looked up into the mirror, taking in James’ hungry face. 

“Maybe you can be trained, baby. Three more. You’re doing so good.”

With each slap to his ass, Regulus became more sensitive and felt himself slipping into a hazy headspace where everything felt like pure pleasure shooting to every nerve in his body. When he finally reached number five, James dropped to his knees behind him and rubbed at his cheeks before pulling them apart and licking all the way from his sensitive nerves to his ass. He circled the ring of muscle with his tongue and pushed in slightly.

“Fuck,” James breathed hot against him. “You did so good, baby. You’re fucking dripping for me. Have you learned your lesson? Will you be a good boy and let me fuck you now?”

Regulus nodded, a whine escaping his throat that he would normally feel embarrassed about.

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah— Yes, please. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock inside me.”

James bit into one cheek of his ass before he stood up, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. “Anything for you,” James murmured as he lined himself up with Regulus’ entrance. They made eye contact in the mirror as James pushed in slowly, using both hands to grip onto Regulus’ hips and position him perfectly. “Color?”

“Green. Fuck, so fucking green.”

Finally, James moved his hips. Regulus had never been a religious man, but he swore that he found a new religion at the feeling of James inside him. James moved his hips in purposeful, deep thrusts, making Regulus see stars with each shift inside him. Regulus’ eyes closed and his head tilted back as he relished in the sensation until he felt a strong hand on his jaw. The grip was unyielding and Regulus knew that he’d do whatever the man this hand belonged to said.

“Eyes on me, baby,” James purred. “I want you to watch me ruin you for anyone else.”

Regulus cried out a moan and opened his eyes, taking in their bodies in the mirror. His hot breath fogged the mirror in front of him as James pounded into him from behind, both of them glistening with sweat. James’ face was smug as he continued to hold onto Regulus’ jaw, not offering him any way of avoiding watching their bodies. 

James’ pace started to slow, but he somehow managed to make it feel like he was impossibly deeper inside Regulus’ body. He snaked a hand down towards the bundle of nerves between Regulus’ legs and rubbed in confident circles, pushing Regulus closer and closer to the edge. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly experience more pleasure than he was already tasting, James’ hand slid down from his jaw to his throat and squeezed. The restriction of blood flow to his brain made Regulus feel fuzzy as he dissolved into pure pleasure. His knees buckled and he arched his back, pushing his ass into James’ hips as his orgasm washed over him. A moment later, James let out a moan and Regulus felt him pulsing inside of him as he followed him over the edge.

James ghosted his fingers along the side of Regulus’ neck as they rode out the last of their orgasms and he kissed his shoulder. When he pulled out, he took off the condom and tied it off, then walked over to toss it in the trash can next to the door. Regulus turned to lean against the mirror, watching James stride back towards him. Regulus gave him a weak, hazy smile.

“You okay?” James asked. He placed a quick peck on Regulus’ lips and rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I—” James interrupted him by kissing him again. “I thought you said this was a one-time thing?” Regulus questioned.

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like shit, Regulus.”

Regulus gave him a flat look before he pushed off the mirror and walked to where his clothes were piled on the ground. He started pulling on his many layers and by the time he was fully dressed again, he glanced over to see James standing watching him, still completely nude. Regulus bent over to grab his glasses on the floor and handed them to him. “What?” Regulus asked.

James pushed his glasses on his face and for the first time, Regulus witnessed a flustered James. “Look, I know what I said, but can I have your number anyway?”

“I won’t be your late night, drunk booty call, James.”

“I just…this was a lot of fun. It’d be nice to do it again sometime, that’s all.”

“So, a sober booty call?”

“No, I—”

“Listen, how about you give me your number? If I’m ever feeling like having you boss me around again, I’ll give you a call. How’s that?” Regulus raised an eyebrow as he pulled his cell out of his sweatpants pocket and held it out to James in offering.

James hesitated to take the phone from his hand, clearly playing a game of mental chess on how to obtain Regulus’ number, but Regulus refused to be a pawn in his games. “This is my only offer, it expires once your pants are on. Take it or leave it.”

Sighing, James grabbed his phone and created a new contact with his phone number, then handed it back to Regulus.

“‘Daddy,’ really? You seriously put your name as ‘Daddy’ in my phone?”

James smirked, then began dressing himself. “I figured you’d remember me that way.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but internally he might as well have been giggling and kicking his feet. He stepped forward and placed a chaste kiss on James’ cheek. “I’ll consider calling you, Daddy,” he said and then he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Clean the mirror and take that trash bag out with you, yeah? I can’t have my teacher finding out about this.”

“You got it, baby.”

As Regulus walked out of the studio, he thought to himself that he should absolutely not call James again. He made a bargain with himself anyway that if he was still thinking about him in a few months, he’d gladly fall back into that man’s arms again.

[deathnguts]

Line Cook! Barty and Server! Regulus AU

Barty as a line cook was not my idea but like holy shit, literally him. If you know anything about line cooks, you know what I mean. (My dad was a head chef for a group of shitty line cooks and he would fucking hate Barty, and I think that’s a good enough reason to get him the job) ((in every universe Barty helps you hate your dad I think)) (((anyway)))

Like, Barty and his shitty sleeve tattoos and greasy rolled up sleeves. Barty and the douchebag thrill of absolutely disrespecting head chefs because he does not care. Barty taking way more smoke breaks than he’s allowed, but no one stops him because he’s actually the fastest cook there and he earned the extra time. Barty who’s the waiters favorite cook because he is itching for the opportunity to fuck with a rude customer (he would plate an asshole’s food in the shape of a dick no questions asked) Barty who’s temper is either completely gone (he’s probably high tbh) or like constantly a thread away from blowing up and he WILL fight that guy at table four who sent back the steak BECAUSE FUCK HIM HE WOULDNT KNOW MEDIUM RARE IF IT SLAPPED HIM OVER FUCKING DICK-

And Regulus is such a rich boy who does not need to work to live but damn it if he doesn’t do a great fucking job at it, yknow? He’s definitely one of those servers that every other server (Evan and Edgar?) is envious of because he gets away with being rude to customers. If anything it gets him more tips than anyone.

Regulus who doesn’t smile or ask how guests’ days are going because he does not care. Regulus who pretends to write down orders because his manager (Dorcas, maybe?) told him that was his biggest complaint amongst customers, but he doesn’t actually have to because he can memorize them all with like no mistakes. (If there are mistakes in the plate he serves you, they were purposeful.) Regulus who has perfect posture and a delicate French accent and perfect hair and unmatched face card and uses these things to get guests to forgive him for forgetting to fill their waters every single time without fail. Regulus who upsells expensive items with no problem because he was raised rich and knows how to market. (Bistro huddy reference anyone?) Regulus who rakes in absolutely crazy tips from older men because they think his disrespect is charming. (They specifically ask to be seated in his section)

Within the AU I imagine they would’ve met at work and they found each other entertaining. They probably became very banter-filled work friends that bitched to no end. Regulus has so much fun requesting Barty specifically make the orders with the craziest edits and Barty sends him back with some wonderful quotes for the guest. Barty probably catches feels first because he’s not above liking someone solely for how they look and how mean they are and then drills his roommate and coworker Evan for the details on the new server. They take forever to actually go on a date because it’s them, but they’ll get there someday.

Yeah I don’t have the actual like relationship part worked out at all but think of the vibes. THINK

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House of Black Part 7

Regulus Black AU

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius’ daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader

Link to Part 6

Rating- M 

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Sirius waited a few moments before tentatively getting up and sneaking after Regulus. He peaked around the corner as Regulus lightly knocked on the closed door.

“Who is it?”

Abby’s tearfully strained voice came from the other side as Regulus turned to look at Sirius. Giving his older brother a look that said “fuck off” Regulus turned back to worry about his daughter.

“It's me.”

He replied in his calm composed voice. The door opened after a few moments and Abby stepped out quickly wrapping her arms around Regulus’ waist. Sirius, meanwhile, was waiting for Regulus to shove her away and mutter something about too many feelings…however, he didn’t. Regulus simply wrapped his arms around Abby and gently patted her back.

“There, there, darling. I know this wasn’t at all what you wanted.”

“Why would I want to be sentenced to 35 years of monthly inconvenience?”

Abby grumbled. Regulus had to choke back a giggle.

“You sound like your mother and I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t be looking forward to that either. Now, do we need to go to the store?”

Abby shook her head.

“Mum has been preparing for this for ages.”

Regulus was once again thankful for your superb planning skills. You were always prepared for everything. For this particular event, Regulus made a note to forever be thankful for your planning even more. While he had been down the “feminine hygiene” aisle plenty of times in the years that he had been married to you that didn’t mean that he enjoyed it nor would have the slightest idea what to get Abby.

“Of course, she has. Your mum likes chocolate at this particular time. Want me to go get something?”

Abby nodded, sobbing a little more.

“That would be nice.”

Regulus gently patted Abby’s back once more.

“Now, go lie down. I’ll let you know when I get home. I’ll also keep the clueless one away as long as I can.”

Abby sighed.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Regulus waited until the door was closed before turning and going back to where Sirius stood peaking around the corner.

“Don’t worry, you cowering wimp, I took care of it. Once again, it is I who always comes to your aid to get your stupid self out of trouble. You are welcome.”

Sirius gave Regulus a scowl as his younger brother turned and walked from the house without another word.

Half an hour later, you stepped into Grimmauld Place and closed the door behind you. Looking around the room, you made a mental note of how quiet the room was. You could only hope that Regulus had killed Sirius while you were away. The last thing that you wanted to do was clean up that mess and come up with an explanation for the Order.

“Hey it's you”

You looked up at Sirius as you walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, it's you too. I see Regulus didn’t kill you while I was away.”

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the look of offense on Sirius’ face.

“Look, I may be clueless but that doesn’t make him the genius of being a perfect father and knowing how to deal with all women’s issues!”

You stared at Sirius for a few moments trying to figure out what the hell the man was talking about but could come up with nothing.

“What are you talking about?”

Sirius blinked back at you. He wanted to congratulate himself for once again putting his foot in his mouth. Judging the expression on your face you were totally not in on the “know” about what had been happening at Grimmauld Place that morning.

“Did Regulus not tell you?”

“Tell me what? What are you on about?”

Sirius groaned before sitting down.

“Abby started her…you know that thing that women have and men don’t.”

Your face went blood white.

“Merlin, she started her period. Oh, the poor thing. Sirius, please tell me that you didn’t handle that situation.”

You were relieved when Sirius shook his head.

“Thank Merlin.”

You murmured and went to the refrigerator to get a drink. Sirius didn’t move from his place.

“How did you do it, Y/n?”

You turned back to your brother-in-law with a frown.

“Do what?”

“Get that stick out of Regulus’ ass and teach him to deal with emotion? He handled that like a champ.”

You chuckled before taking a sip of your drink.

“He certainly didn’t come that way. I had to undo all of that shit your mother did to him. The years of pureblood garbage and your father’s lack of basic understanding of how a woman works. Once I knocked all of that shit down, Regulus was like a perfect little lump of clay. There was also the fact that he was willing to change for me…and for Abby. He did not want her growing up in a house like the one the two of you were raised in.”

Sirius was silent for a moment before looking at your face. The years hadn’t changed you. You were still the same beautiful person that you had always been…the beautiful person with the acid tongue.

“I never thanked you.”

He said idly.

“Taking care of Abby when you didn’t have to. Also for taking care of Regulus…while he and I may not be best buddies anymore…he is still my brother and I always worried about who he would end up with. I knew that person would either bring out the best or the worst in him. You definitely brought out the best. I suppose I also want to apologize to you for how I did you. I never should have cheated. You didn’t deserve that.”

Putting your drink down, you moved to sit down in front of Sirius. For once, it felt like you were talking to your old friend again. It felt like being back in school and calling Sirius on whatever shit he had done wrong that day.

“Sirius, I forgave you for that a long time ago. While at the time, I absolutely hated you for it…Now I thank you. Sirius, if we ended up together neither of us would have been happy. I’m with who I needed to be with. Regulus is the person that I needed to be with. As far as Abby, I would never have let her go to an orphanage or some horrible place. She’s my niece and I would never turn her away.”

The front door opening and closing ended the conversation. Regulus walked into the room with a frown on his face that vanished when he saw you.

“I suppose you heard the news.”

You moved to wrap your arms around Regulus’ neck. Neither of you chose to notice Sirius watching with an annoyed expression on his face. It didn’t matter that he apologized a few moments before. Part of him would always be salty over you choosing Regulus over him. It didn’t matter that you had every logical reason to choose Regulus over him…it still would hurt a little seeing you so happy with someone else.

“I did. I also heard that you handled everything well.”

Regulus groaned.

“Ugh…that debatable. I hit her with the there, there darling and, as with you, it works wonders.”

You giggled and moved to kiss Regulus once more.

“I’ll go deal with Abby.”

Regulus waited until you were out of the room before going back to his abandoned newspaper. He had got a few articles in before Sirius started talking yet again

“You’ve changed.”

Regulus waited a moment before meeting his brother’s gaze.

“I did because I had to. I did because if I didn’t change I would have lost Y/n to someone else and I was not about to let that happen. She is too special of a woman to let go.”

Sirius chose to let that little dig go instead of fighting Regulus on it. He knew that Regulus would take any chance that he could to let remind Sirius of how he had done you.

“Yeah, she is. I just never expected you to go against the family for a woman. How did they react when you married her?”

Regulus put his newspaper down, finally giving up.

“Mother didn’t like it. She pitched a fit until I told her how things were going to be. She grew to actually be fond of Y/n. Father absolutely adored everything about her. I am sure when he came to visit it wasn’t to see me but to see Y/n. You know that father wanted a daughter and instead got me.”

Sirius couldn’t help the scowl that came over his face.

“There is nothing wrong with you. Father just had a big old stick up his ass.”

Regulus took a breath. The last thing that he really wanted to do was think about his childhood. Regulus hated living it once. Going back and thinking about it a second time was more than he could really handle. Moving to stand up, Regulus turned back to Sirius.

“Stick up his ass or not, he had not reason to treat us the way that he did. I think Y/n is calling me.”

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Marauders Fandom

We need to talk about Lily Evans.

The amount of misogyny directed at this character is truly mind-boggling and I think many of you are completely unaware you’re doing it. There are so many rich, in-depth characterizations of the male characters in the Marauders era because we accept that they are deeply flawed people. It’s because of these flaws that we identify with them, adore them, and can relate to them. These four idiots experience damaging trauma, homophobia, discrimination, and countless character building experiences that allow them to capture your imagination. Through fanfiction, we inflict numerous situations and create relationships that challenge logic, reality, and canon. It makes them powerful figures in our minds!

Now, let’s talk about the female Marauders era characters. Dorcas and Marlene are lesbians. Marlene is a Sirius-variant. Dorcas and Mary are Black. Lily is perfect in every way. Mary is stylish and popular. This is more or less the level of depth given to these characters in nearly every fic I’ve read that includes them. What a disgusting disservice to women.

Female characters can be written with just as many flaws, experience the same challenges, and deserve the opportunity to grow into the powerful figures they could be. The one that I feel is shafted the most often is Lily mother-fucking Evans. The witch who was at the top of her class, compared in canon to Hermione as a perfectionist and know-it-all muggle-born, who grew up with Petunia as an older sister, and Severus Snape as a best friend. You’re going to look me in the eyeballs and tell me this woman wasn’t complicated? She wasn’t flawed, traumatized, and intense? We’ve taken the rich characterization potential this character offered and given it to Regulus Black. The correlations that can be made between Regulus and Lily are wild, yet anyone who writes her as anything but sunshine and rainbows is accused of villainizing her.

News flash: Your misogyny is showing. Why do you expect Lily to be perfect? Because society expects women to be perfect. Why are male characters allowed to be flawed assholes? Because society allows and accepts men as flawed assholes, encourages it even.

I find it endlessly fascinating that I can write Regulus as a snarky, intense, anxious, and a complete prick with nothing but full support from the fandom because he’s “traumatized.” If I write Lily the same way? I’m “villainizing” her or you “hate her” for thinking she knows better than everyone else. Stop treating women like dolls. We are powerful individuals with the potential to brighten or destroy your whole fucking world. Don’t make the same mistake the patriarchy has and dismiss, undermine, and overlook women.

I know Lily Jane Evans (yes, I gave her a middle name because she fucking deserves one). I wrote a 430k+ deep dive into her childhood and upbringing, as well as all 7 years at Hogwarts. I explored her friendship with Snape, her family, and her relationship with James. I’ve done my research and I built her character from the ground up. Lily Evans is an anxious, intense, introvert who made Hogwarts her home and rose to the rank of Head Girl before she left. Sound like Percy Weasley to anyone? She’s certainly a compassionate, loving, and generous person too, but let her have flaws! Let her be annoying, feel inadequate, and fuck things up! Let her live!

If you want more fanfiction focused on female characters, stop pretending they are perfect. No one wants to write about perfect people. No one wants to read about them either. Let women be flawed assholes too. We can do both. We’re flexible like that.

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Blood traitor

Pairing: Sirius Black + fem!reader

word count: 5149

summary: Y/n Avery has always been best friends with Regulus, and so by association, she’s also been around Sirius a lot. What she didn’t know is why he always liked to annoy her. 

Trigger warnings: Misogynistic views, Voldemort, kissing, shouting, disgusting men. let me know if there’s anything less. 

A/n: I’ve intended for this to be a two part one shot, but I’m not really sure. If I do decide to make a part to I’ll put a link for it here. Let me know, if I should do another one. 

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She sat next to Regulus as you watched the older pureblood couples dance and talk. She didn’t know why she had to be at this function, there were no other kids her age but Regulus, and he didn’t seem to be having a good time either. She could feel the tight material of her dress poking her skin and she reached a hand to her arm where the dress was clinging, hoping to pull it a bit, so it would release its tight hold. The words of her mother echoed in her ears, “Leave that dress alone, and stop fussing.” 

Her hands fell back to her lap, but she couldn’t help but shuffle in her seat. The older kids were talking about their schools. She could see Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius, Crabbe, Corban, Antonin, Amycus and Alecto, and of course, her older brother, Avery. They were all from either Hogwarts or Drumstrang, being ten meant that she listened intently to the fascinating stories about the teachers, the houses and the curriculum. Her whole family’s been sorted to Slytherin her whole life and so, she listens to them as they talk about the amazing house of emerald green and silver. 

“Where’s that cousin of yours?” Her brother asks Bellatrix, and she turns around to scan the room, notices Narcissa then answers, “You mean that filthy red blood traitor? He’s no family of mine.” 

Narcissa places a hand on her sister’s shoulder and says in a soft voice, “Now, Bella, he could still do great things, we all know that the sorting hat makes mistakes.” 

Bellatrix only scoffs, and then Lucius supports his almost finance, “It does make mistakes we all know it was created by that awful Godric Gryffindor, and all gryffindor’s are idiots, we must assume that he was the origin of that idiocy.” 

There were a few laughs from the rest of the group, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she leaned to her side, closer to Regulus and asked, “Why are they calling Sirius a blood traitor?” 

Regulus re-focuses away from the group, and looks at her to whisper, “Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin.” He explained, simply, but she still didn’t understand. She asked another question, “What’s so wrong about Gryffindor?” 

“It’s not Slytherin.” Regulus replied, and she pursed her lips as she leaned back into her chair. She scans the room again and looks around at all the people there, laughing, drinking and talking. She didn’t want to do any of those things, and so her eyes found the clock, 7:30, it read. She slumped back down further as she let out an annoyed huff, still a long way to go till the end of the night. 

A loud shout was heard and for a split second the whole room went quiet till it erupted once again into loud chatter. She looked at the stairs where Walburga Black walked down, she paused near the end of the staircase, brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, puffed her chest out and plastered a wide smile. She walked towards the groups of people huddled together, no doubt either talking about the Dark Lord or the ministry. 

A few seconds after that, sirius wobled down the stairs with his arms folded in front of his chest. His expression screamed, ‘not amused’, and he had his eyebrows knitted together. He walked down a few more steps then saw her and Regulus sitting together. He looked at the group of older kids, then decided he wanted to be with them, or at least she assumed so, since he started walking towards her. 

He pulled out a chair loudly, and it screeched against the marble floors, causing a few near-by adults to grimace at the sight of him. He huffed down on the chair and sagged against it, his hair - that was longer than the last time she saw it- cascaded over his face and he blew it away with a huff. She was about to say hello, when she was forced to straighten up by two strong hands on her shoulders. Her face fell into a frown as she noticed the way her mother fixed her posture and leaned down to whisper, “A lady never sits with an arched back, and especially not in front of guests.” 

“Now…smile.” Her mother ordered and she tried to force a grin to her face. Her mother gave her a satisfied look and then walked back to her dad where she placed her hand on his forearm and smiled at the others. The smile fell off her face as soon as she was out of her mother’s sight, and she felt Regulus pat her shoulder sympathetically. 

“Getting used to your future life, now, are we?” Sirius said with a teasing smile on his face. He pushed his arms back, behind his neck where he could unclip his bow tie then slam it on the table. He rubbed his neck and sighed gratefully as if the bowtie was choking him. She both warned and advised, “You should wear that or your mother will have your head.” 

“My mother will try to have my head either way, so it doesn’t matter, and besides worry about Regulus over here, he isn’t wearing one, and you wouldn’t like to have a husband with no head now, would you?” Sirius said in an arrogant tone, as he then smirked when she blushed at the word husband. She looked to her side to make sure that Regulus wasn’t wearing a bowtie, and he was not. She turned to Sirius, “Regulus wasn’t instructed to wear one, unlike you.” 

“And we’re not married yet.” Regulus says in a shy voice, his cheeks also coated in pink. The reminder caused her cheeks to also turn pink, and she leaned back into her chair, then she fixed her posture quickly as if she was burned. Sirius darts an eye over both of them, noticing her expression then he says, “But that’s the thing, dear brother…yet.” 

Their attention gets stolen by the sound of someone tapping their less than half full glass with a spoon. The sharp noise causes the chatter to die down, and people turn their gaze to the source of the sound. From one corner of the room, her mother and father stood up, with their arms hooked and their faces smiley. Her father started, “We have an announcement to make.” 

“Our son, Avery will transfer to Drumstrang due to their interest in the dark arts which will help our son in the near future when becoming a death eater.” Her father continued, and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, she didn’t know anything about that. Regulus leaned closer to her with a similar expression and asked, “Did you know anything about this?” 

She shook her head then hushed him, softly, so she could hear the rest of the announcement. Her mother explained, “We will be moving to the far north of Europe where Avery could easily attend Drumstrang.” 

A few happy noises were heard from the crowd happy with the news while y/n’s eyes widened as she tried to take in the news. Regulus seemed to be struggling as well, so he took her hand in his and squeezed it tightly. He was thinking that maybe that would ground her. Her mother opened her mouth to continue her speech when she was bombarded by several questions about the news. She sat back down along with y/n’s father and they answered all questions with a delighted smile. 

Y/n was shocked to hear the news, and she wondered if she would be attending Drumstrang as well. She was only ten, and so she might be going there next year, but that would mean moving, moving away from Regulus, and that was a thing she didn’t want to do. Regulus’ grip on her hand didn’t falter which showed her that he didn’t want the same thing. Sirius’ expression was plank, it showed nothing about how he was feeling. She ignored him, but a part of her felt sad that he didn’t care at all about the fact that she was leaving. 

“You’ll write to me?” Regulus asked in a small voice and she turned to him quickly, she couldn’t believe that he ever doubted that she wouldn’t keep contact. She took his other hand in hers and she reassured him, “Of course, I will! Every day if I can.” 

They embraced tightly and she moved her head to the side, to see that Sirius had left the table. He really didn’t care at all. She ignored how she felt and hugged Regulus tighter. She could feel her eyes brimming with tears and they started to sting. She blinked them back, hoping that it wouldn’t ruin her makeup that her mother put on for her to hide her imperfections. 

Someone cleared their throat from beside them and they broke away to look at who it was. Her mother was standing with her hands on her hips, her mother always exudes confidence, and she was envious that she didn’t have that. Her mother had a slight grin on her face, and she said, “You’ll have time for that later, come.” 

Her mother didn’t give her a chance to say anything before she twirled around, the elegant dress following behind her and walked away. Y/N shuffled quickly to stand up, and she moved around her chair to try to follow her mother, from the corner of her eye she saw Regulus bring a hand to his eye. He cared and that’s what mattered, she thought as she noticed Sirius sitting back down at the table, already starting to tease his brother. 

Her mother stepped into a small corner far enough from anyone who could overhear, and she waited for her daughter. She looked at Y/n sternly when she hadn’t caught up and she frowned. Y/n moved quickly to a jog as she reached her mother. Her mother’s frown didn’t move as she whispered heatedly, “Ladies don’t run.” 

Y/n’s face fell to the floor and her face sank more, if possible. Her mother leaned down, so she could speak and no one would hear them. She started, “Listen to me, and focus. The Blacks have been kind enough to let you stay with them, and so you will be a near angel when it comes to repaying them. You will help with the chores and you will do as they say. You will show your interest in the young boy and ignore the heir, we wouldn’t want any of his ideas getting into your head. Don’t embarrass us.” 

“I’m staying here?” she asked, hopefully, eyes wide. Her mother rolls her eyes and pulls her in by her shoulders, tightly. Her mother continues, “Yes you will, and you will attend Hogwarts, Slythein of course, and you will be successful, I’ve already asked that the Narcissa keep an eye on you.” 

She nodded her head quickly, and her mother then released her, going back to her full height. Her mother takes in a deep breath and then straightens out her wrinkle free dress, walking back to the centre of the party. Y/n waits till her mother is far away and then she starts running to her table. She notices a few older ladies looking at her, and she immediately slows down her pace, reminding herself that ladies don’t run. 

She walked quickly, trying to keep the excitement at bay while she sat down at her chair quickly, not even making sure that her dress was straight. Regulus watched her bright smile with confusion until she said, “I’m not moving, I’ll be staying with you!” 

“And you’ll be going to Hogwarts?” he asks and when she nods, he beams beside her. He barely gets the chance to open his arms before she nearly throws herself on him, wrapping her arms around his torso. She giggles lightly, and then sits back down. She hears, “That’s good news.” 

She realised that Sirius said that and she pursed her lips and ignored him. He didn’t care in the slightest that she was leaving, why would it be good news to him? She turned back to look at Regulus and he said, “There’s an empty room in front of mine, maybe that’ll be yours.” 

“Maybe!” she said, excitedly. She couldn’t wait to spend all of her time with her best friend, and they could play games and have fun together. She wouldn’t have to wait till her parents prepare a sleepover once every few months, everyday will be a sleepover. Regulus asked, “Do you know when you’re moving in?” 

“I don’t know.” 

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“Oi! Y/n” Someone from behind her whispered, a voice she knew all too well. She pulled the potions book closer to her chest, and started to move a bit faster. She could hear his footsteps pick up and she started to jog, but damn him and his long legs, reaching her in a second. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She sighs, “What do you want Sirius? I have to get to class.” 

“Slughorn wouldn’t mind if you were a few minutes late.” He said and the rest of his group trailed after him. She rolled her eyes, and shoved his hand away. She said, pointedly, “He wouldn’t, but I would.” 

“Come on, darling. I just need-” He starts, but she said, quickly, “Let me guess, you just want my help, but I am not going to give it to you, and I’m not your darling, see whatever girl you’ve got stuck to your side this week, and call her darling, not me.” 

“What if I want you to be my babe for the week?” he said with a flirty grin on her face as he leaned closer to her face. She ignored the fluttery feeling in her stomach as she put on a grimace. She lifted her pointer finger at him and stuck it to his chest. She seethed, “Then I would tell you that Potter’s been made headboy because that’s as likely as me being your babe.” 

She could see Potter lift an offended hand to his chest, in feigned hurt, but Lupin smacked him on the head which then got them both to start bickering. She rolled her eyes at their childish behaviour. He grabbed her wrist that had the finger that was glued to his chest. He leaned in closer, too close for her to feel calm, hoping that he wouldn’t see the pink tint on her cheeks. He whispered, “I think you’d love it, but the only way you’re going to get it is by telling me the password for the snakes’ common room.” 

“Watch it. And you must’ve hit your head hard, if you think I’m going to give you anything.” She hisses at him, and he becomes less amused. His expression became humourless, but there were still bits of mirth in his eyes. He whispers, “You have to start being nice again because…” 

He moves a hand towards her hair, and twirls bits of it around his finger. “Your hair’s been looking intact lately, it’s been a while since I’ve pulled it, huh?” 

She scrunches her face in anger, and she takes a step away from him. She grips her book tighter and says, “You should know that your silly little threats have become futile. I don’t care if you pull my hair, steal my fries or make fun of the way I talk or walk. You don’t affect me.” 

“Pads! Just give it up. We have to mess with Filch, he's close.” Potter says from behind them and Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off of her. He waits for a second then he moves back to the ‘marauders’, and finally leaves her alone, but not before looking back to take a second glance at her. 

She turns back to her original direction and moves to her class, hoping that Slughorn hadn’t already explained much yet. 

***

“You’ll find someone.” Regulus reassures her as they sit in the library, going over their charms notes for their exam in a few days. She huffs and flips one of the pages of her book angrily. She dips her quill in ink for the fifth time in the past two minutes. She writes an answer to one question from the practice exams book that she found, then she places her quill back down again, the excess ink already dripping down on the table. 

“I just don’t understand how everyone already has a date, but me? Slughorn’s party is in a week, I can’t go alone, I’ll be bored, miserable and humiliated. You just had to say yes to Pandora.” She says, exasperated. Regulus rolls his eyes and gets ready to answer to the same words for the millionth time, “I said yes because she needed to make Lovegood jealous.” 

“You could’ve given me a two weeks’ notice.” she huffs with her arms folded in front of her chest. She leans on the table, and she says, “We’ve always gone to Slughorn’s dinners together, what am I going to do now?” 

“You could always ask someone.” Regulus says, in a know-it-all tone and it makes her roll her eyes. He presses his quill to some parchment and writes a definition of something. She replies, “Regulus, you should know by now that the first half of Hogwarts finds me repulsive because of my house or my family, and the other half think I’m off limits because of you. No one I would ask would say yes.” 

“Except for one…” Regulus says reluctantly as his eyes fixate on something behind her, and she turns around to see what he’s talking about. Her face falls when she sees what he’s seeing, Lupin reading and revising while Potter plays with a snitch he owns and Pettigrew and Sirius playing a game of exploding snap. She plays dumb, “Potter’s already too obsessed with Evans to go out with me.” 

“Not that one, idiot.” Regulus replies while rolling his eyes. She purses her lips and tilts her head to the side with an innocent expression on her face, if there’s one thing that annoys Regulus it’s when people are being moronic. She hums, “Who else then? Pettigrew is too short for my liking, and Lupin is gorgeous, but-” 

“Sirius!” he nearly screams, “If you asked Sirius, he’d say yes.” He sinks in his chair when a few annoyed gazes fall on him, as people note the now disturbed silence. He gulps and he continues to write down his notes, avoiding everyone’s gaze. She leans in closer to him and whispers, “He wouldn’t say yes, Sirius hates me with every fibre of his being-” 

“Only because he thinks you do.” Regulus says and then continues writing as something from behind her causes him to stop. She furrowed her eyebrows at his answer, and before she had a chance to continue. Sirius says, “You called.” 

“Actually we didn’t.” She turns and replies, quickly. He folds his hands over his chest, and he pulls a chair from beside her, much to her dismay. She groans when he sits down, and puts her head in her hands. He says, “I’m pretty sure I heard my name.” 

“Well, you heard wrong.” she replies, hoping that it would shut him down, lifting her head momentarily from her palms. He cocks his head to the side and he says, “That doesn’t matter, now. A little birdie told me that you don’t have a date for this weekend.” 

“Who told you that?” she snaps, lifting her head to look at him. He smirks, glad to have her attention. Sirius intertwined his fingers together and brought them dramatically on his lap. He shrugs his shoulders and says, “That doesn’t matter, what matters is what you’re going to do about it.” 

“That’s none of your business.” She says, with a flush on her cheeks, she didn’t want him to know about her misfortune when it comes to dates. She could see Regulus watching the interaction, carefully, she hated how Sirius didn’t acknowledge him. Sirius interrupts her train of thought, “I think it is, since I happen to be available this weekend.” 

“Why would that matter?” she says, ignoring his hints. He grins, amused, it frustrates her to no end. He leans in closer to her and he says, “Because if you were to ask me, the probability of me saying no is very slim.” 

“Now, why would I want to go with you?” she says, ignoring the pleasant feeling in her chest at what Sirius was hinting at. He purses his lips and the words fly out of his mouth before he registers them, “Because no one would want to go with you.” 

A sharp pain flies through her chest as she sucks in a deep breath and she grabs her books haphazardly. She shoves some in her arms and the other in her bag. She swings her bag over her shoulder, and looks at Regulus, “I’ll see you later-” 

She turns around and leaves the library. She ignores the way she feels her eyes stinging a bit at Sirius’ words. 

***

The dinner was boring…as always. However, it was even more boring without having Regulus beside her while they commented on everything that was being said around them. She would’ve not gone in the first place, but Narcissa would’ve told her mother about her failing to do her duties and a howler was something she didn’t want. 

Goyle was beside her shoving some type of food she didn’t care about down his throat. Sirius was wrong about what he said, there was someone that would go with her, unfortunately, that someone was Goyle. She resisted to grimace as she acknowledged his obvious lack in table manners. Regulus was seated at the other side of the table, on his right was Pandora and right in front of them was Lovegood and some Hufflepuff girl that she didn’t know.

Slughorn asked Goyle about something related to his parents while she tried to ignore who was only a few feet away from her. Sirius and an older Ravenclaw girl who was his flavour of the week. She really tried not to be bothered by their presence, but it was hard while hearing her incessant giggling as he whispered in her ear. Y/n rolled her eyes every time her giggles would get louder. Occasionally, she could see Sirius press a few kisses on the girl’s neck and the way she would blush every time as if she hadn't already shagged him. 

They were disturbing the otherwise calm and professional atmosphere. She didn’t even want to be here, and when Goyle slurped on some snail’s juice beside her, she decided it was time to go. She stood up, abruptly and the chatter died down around her as all eyes turned to her. She flushed under the attention, and turned to Slughorn to say, “I apologise, Professor, but I’ll have to cut my stay short.”  

“Completely fine. Are you well, my dear?” Slughorn asked, and she noticed that the giggling finally stopped. She resisted the urge to sigh from relief. She nodded her head with a small smile, “Yes, excuse me.” 

She moved out of her chair, and walked out of the room, finally feeling calm when the door shut behind her. She slumped against the wall, then wobbled to the window seat that was opposite to her, ignoring the pain from her heels. She sat down and pressed a hand to her face as she tried to get rid of the memories of her horrible night. “You didn’t stay for the dance.” 

She didn't have to lift her face out of her hands to know who it was, she sighed, “I didn’t want to stay for the dance.” She plucks her heels off of her feet and sighs in relief. She didn’t know what made him sit down beside her, but something did. She wasn’t in the mood for his antics and so she turned to rest the side of her head on her hands while she said, “Don’t you have that Ravenclaw waiting for you inside?” 

“She can fare well without me for a few minutes.” Sirius said, and he shuffled closer to her, prompting her to move to stick to the wall beside her to remain far from him. She didn’t say a word as she tried to suppress the noise of Goyle’s munching that had engraved itself inside her brain without her permission. Sirius whispered, “I didn’t mean what I said…at the library.” 

She didn’t say anything, but she looked away from him. She toyed with her fingers on her lap, and bit her lip. Sirius took this as a sign to keep talking, “It was out of line, and I’m sure that many-uh many people would love to go with you.” 

She gulps and Sirius stands after a sigh, and he says, “I don’t know what I was expecting you to say, you hate me anyways.” He starts to retreat back to the room when her voice stops him, “It’s because you hate Regulus.” 

“He called me a blood traitor.” Sirius says as if it were obvious and turns to look at her. She stood up and said softly, “Lucius was standing.” 

“He could’ve not done that, he could’ve stood up for himself.” Sirius said, and she pursed her lips, both the Black boys were hopeless in their own ways. Neither of them could admit that they missed each other. She bent down to grab her heels, and then she replied, “Not all of us are Gryffindors, Sirius.” 

***

She had been drenched in water from head to toe. Her hair was completely wet and her robes were soaked along with her. Her Transfiguration book was ruined and her socks were soggy. She was already late for her lesson, and now she wouldn’t even be able to go. She knew just who was behind this. She screamed, “Sirius!” 

From behind one of the pillars, Sirius and James stood with shocked expressions on their faces. The prank had backfired, it was supposed to be for any other Slytherin, they didn’t expect her to be the Slytherin who would fall victim to their prank. James patted Sirius back and rushed off down the hallway. Sirius shouted, “Traitor.” 

He walked from around the pillar and he was in her line of sight. She rushed towards him as soon as he appeared and she stood a few feet away as she shouted, “You idiot! You ruined my book and my clothes and now I’m never going to get to my lesson.” 

“It wasn’t meant for you-” 

“You’re lying. You’ve always hated me and wanted to annoy me any chance given. You knew that I would be the one to come out.” She screamed as she brushed a wet lock of hair out of her face. He held both his hands up in surrender as he said, “It really wasn’t-” 

“Why the hell do you hate me?” she shouted as she took a step closer to him, grimacing at the scrunch that her shoes made as she moved. She poked his chest with his finger as she continued, “Ever since we were kids, you teased me, you made fun of me-” 

“I-” 

“You annoyed me and you pull my hair and you always steal my stuff back at the house-” she continued, “You turned my room upside down and you hate me.”

“Would you just-” 

“Why do you hate me? I was so kind to you, and you were only ever mean to me. Why do you hate me, Sirius? What thing about me infuriates you so much that you hate me and make my life miserable?” She rambles on while he tries to get a word in. 

“Stop!” he shouts and it makes her mouth shut. He keeps talking, angry, “Would I hate you if I made sure that every prank I’ve ever made never touched you? Would I hate you if I always tried to go to every one of stupid Slughorn’s dinners just to see you in a pretty dress? Would I hate you if I’m the one who convinced my parents to let you stay with us? If I hated you, do you think I would still be hurt every time I remember how you’re engaged to my brother and not to me-” 

Sirius didn’t get to keep talking as she cupped his face and kissed him. Sirius’ face comforts into shock before he melts into her touch. He places his hands on her drenched waist, and pulls her closer to him. The action makes the pre-existing butterflies in her stomach erupt. His taste was addictive to her and she couldn’t help but keep kissing him until the air ran out of her lungs. 

She parted their lips with her chest heaving and her heart beating wildly. She noticed how one of her hands fell against his chest and she could feel his heart doing the same. She looks up at Sirius to find his face expressionless. His body stings her and she brings her hands back to her body. She rambled, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-” 

He crashed his lips to hers again and it took the breath out of her lungs. She finally understood why there were always so many girls wanting to be with Sirius even if just for a few days. He was absolutely intoxicating and a wonderful kisser. She brought her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His hands slipped down to her hips and it made her heart jump up to her throat. 

“Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight?” he whispers, his breath hot against her lips once they moved away. She could only hum in agreement as she continued to kiss him.

[marlesbian]

How i perceive Sirius Black

Starting with the basics

- gay he loved men

- genderfluid

- graysexual

- androginy THEY ARE ANDROGINY

- any pronouns (preference for using different pronouns in the same sentence)

- Has BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and ADHD

- french/east easian/plain white idk i like these 3 hcs

- 1,78m tall (told everyone was 1,80m)

- Sirius was trained in ballroom dancing, piano, violin and had etiquette lessons as a child. Speaks French, English, German and Russian. She can play almost any instrument tbh.

- Loved to paint, write poetry and draw. (drew mostly on black and grey). Sirius also kept a journal he learned to charm so only his eyes could read it.

- Favorite band was Queen, also loved Bowie, KISS, Led Zeppelin, T. Rex and all of glam rock (later found a passion for punk) and secretly loved Tchaikovsky. Found muggle music through Andromeda. She was like her older sister and his biggest protector, he was destroyed when she was disowned. She kept buying sirius vinyls and sending it to her while she was at school.

- Sirius was a natural born rebel, they defied everything just by existing. "My existence is a scandal" was his motto.

- Sirius loved to read, but at home was only allowed to read russian and french classics like Dostoevsky, Victor Hugo, Tolstoy, Dumas etc.

- Once their uncle Alphard gave him Oscar Wilde books and that became her whole life. She loved 'The ghost of Canterville' and 'The Picture of Dorian Grey'. Sirius never really talked to other ppl about liking books though.

- At home, her life was shit, of course. Her parents were abusive and it started really young, they were manipulative and narcissistic, neglected Sirius's emotions and feelings, and prohibited him from showing their true self. But the abuse was discreet, quiet, it wasn't obvious to him. She knew it wasn't alright but also couldn't recognize it was abuse, to her, their parents just wanted what was best for him, wanted him to be their best self. Her mom still told him she loved them, they still gave star things, they treated them well and like shit at the same time.

- As Sirius was growing up the abuse kept getting worse, they started using curses and hexes and beating him, hurting her in many ways, but she thought he deserved it because that would help them become a better person, she still understood the abuse as care. As he turned 13 he was thought dark arts at home stars parents used his wants and needs as a way to control her, she always had to do something for her family to get basic human treatment. As she got older they started getting more violent, using unforgivables and curses that hurt her physically.

- Walburga was literally one of the worst people to walk on this earth, she was bitter, heartless, prejudiced, violent, ruthless, she was an awful human being and Sirius HATED her. Walburga was obsessed with keeping up appearances, making the family name justice, being better and superior to everyobody else, she had these delusions of grandeur, of maintaining a superiority status. He was scared she could become like her mother one day, that she was as insane as the woman who gave him life but also literally tortured and tried to kill her own children just for the sake of "the family name".

- Her relationship with Regulus was very complicated. When Reg was born Sirius loved him so much, he couldn't even explain. Reg was everything Sirius could never be. He was everything her parents wanted her to be, he was quiet, polite, patient, never spoke out of turn, he did everything his parents wanted him no without question. Sirius could feel in all the ways their parents acted that they loved Reg more, that Reg was what they actually wanted.

- Sirius hated herself for it because she hated his brother for something he could not control but they also loved him more than anything. So their relationship was unstable, some nights they went to each other for comfort, others they wouldnt even share looks. Around 9/8yo Reg told Sirius that he just always knew he had to play a part, to pretend in order to survive in that family, that he had to be literally a perfect child. For most of her life, Sirius did love his brother more than anything. After Reg grew up and started to get more brainwashed by his parents, they drifted apart he resented Sirius, he despised him for being a blood traitor, for being queer, for being wrong. (Abused children deal with abuse in different ways so i would never say regulus was a bad person, he was victim) Sirius had to leave and it was the right thing to do.

- Only started to have longer hair by the end of 4th year

- He was a happy child, a little star, brighting people's days, always laughing and being just loud. Her mother hated it. Orion was just neglectful and complacent with Walburga.

- Sirius was very loud, just a loud person, who talked loud, walked making noise, talked with their whole body

- His presence was always noticed, because she could not shut up. They always knew something was wrong in the way her family worked, every night she cried looking at the stars wishing to be saved, because she knew life could be better, she always felt something was missing, like a void in his chest, like he wasn't complete. That void was filled with James. He felt how real normal people love for the first time with James. He was the brother she wanted Reg to be, James was supportive of his every action and trait, they could hug and show affection.

- James was so much more than just a best friend, he was truly Sirius' brother, their relationship wasn't platonic nor romantic, their loved surpassed these notions we have of love. Their love just was. Nothing could compare to Remus though, he was her soulmate, her other half, they were connected by the red string, they were born to be together. He probably fell in love with Remus the second they met.

- Sirius was sensitive and also strong, she cried himself to sleep sometimes bc he didn't wanna bother anyone. He used humor to hide the fact that she hated himself, he was always cracking jokes and making people laugh, because that made her feel loved.

- Sometimes she lost her sense of self, she dissociated and wondered who she even was, if that person was actually them, if he wasnt pretending just to cause a scene, those days she became distant, nobody recognized him. He was agressive and impulsive and somehow was always hurting the people she cared most.

- Some days she felt like a complete failiure and waste of space, other days she felt he was better than every other living human, some days she loved who she was, others he wanted to die and be born as someone else. He didn't know how he felt about himself, nothing in her was constant, except the change. She didn't know how she felt, it was empty and simultaniously overwhelming because she felt everything and nothing at the same time. She was insecure and over confident, rude and also sweet and polite.

-His boggart was being left by everyone he loved.

- There was a time in his life where she treated everyone like shit on purpose because she was convinced that everyone would leave him and some point so it would be "her choice". That didnt last and it was awful, he felt awful, she cried every day, she began to self harm and hate himself.

- She hated being impulsive and always hurting people. She hated that sometimes his mind kinda shut off and he lost control of what he was doing and saying, hated that she couldn't remember it after, he hated that on these times she always did the worst things imaginable.

- Sirius dressed fem and masc, depends on the day and what he was feeling, they wore lots of leather jackets, croptops, low waisted jeans, oversize jackets, coats and sweaters. loved something showing chest, very flamboyant and sparkly. Their color palette was black, red, grey, purple and dark brown.

- Sirius loved tattoos and piercings. She got her first tattoo on sixth year, along with Remus. She had many ear piercings, nipple piercing and a stud nose (with a ruby on it)

- The relationship with his sexuality was complicated, he always knew she didn't like women the way boys were supposed to. In Hogwarts, he did everything to show everyone that he, in fact, did like girls. Until fifth year, she just couldn't take it anymore. she did hook up with some random girls just for show (nothing sexual, he couldn't physically put themselves through that). But then he met Benjy and that's when it all changed, Benjy helped him discover who she was, what they liked, what felt good and comfortable and what didn’t, helped them with the whole gender thing (Sirius did not give a fuck, sometimes he felt like a boy, sometimes not and that was it, couldn't care less about how ppl referred to or perceived her). So basically the only people he ever had anything with were Remus and Benjy. 

-Sirius found it easy to hate and dislike things and people and she hated herself most of all for it. Because good people can't hate, good people only love, good people don't get angry and destructive. Therefore, in her mind, he was a terrible person.

- Sirius felt like a mistake sometimes, like a waste of space, like he was useless and could have done more to save his brother, to save her cousin, to be loved by their family. For a long time, that was all she wanted, that's what he would see in the mirror of Erised, him being her true self in front of her family, dressed however he pleased, and their family behind smiling, supporting and loving her. 

- His boggart was himself, with the dark mark on her arm. The slytherin green tie, pale skin, hair all short and well cut. His biggest fear was being evil, ending up being the horrible person the voice inside their head kept saying he was.

- His biggest dream for years was being loved by his family, but becoming what they wanted was her biggest fear. She had always been torn.

- James was the one that made them realize that her family was fucked up, that they were wrong, that Sirius was enough and that he did not need to change in order to be treated like a person, that her family wasn't worth it and that she had to let go. It wasn’t easy, it took James five long years, but on December 1975 Sirius came all bloody to the Potters, left her family behind, and began to heal. 

- Sirius was unstable, as established here, he hated herself for it. Sometimes she felt like she only did the wrong thing, like she was rotten and couldn’t be fixed, like she would die being a mistake like he could never be loved and never truly love.

- Sirius just has a very androgynous feminine aura, loved to explore gender expression, and never really cared what people said.

- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are connected by the red string, they are head over heels in love with each other, they ARE love. Their relationship isn’t toxic, its beautiful and pure and genuine and sweet, it may have had its ups and downs but they never treated each other poorly. Even when they were mad or fighting, if one needed help or comfort, the other put everything aside to come to their aid. They were always touching and holding hands and exchanding looks, their love was so strong you could feel it in the air, everyone around them could see it, it was undeniable.

[atyd1960]

GUTS tracks as Marauders era characters/ships

all-american bitch as all the Valkyries (Lily, Mary&Marlene)

- They might be British but this song suits each of them so perfectly I swear

- I pay attention to things that most people ignore

- I am built like a mother and a total machine, I feel for your every little issue I know just what you mean

- I forgive and I forget, I know my age and I act like it

- I’m grateful all the time, I’m sexy and I’m kind, I’m pretty when I cry.

bad idea right? As Wolfstar

- my toxic babies<3

- And I know we’re done, I know we’re through- but, God, when I look at you, my brain goes: “ahhhhh”, I cannot hear my thoughts…

- I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed🤷🏽

- I know I should stop, but I can’t

- I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where (I’m in his sheets)🤭

lacy as Dorlene

- I care, I care, I care, like perfume that you wear, I linger all the time, watching hidden in plain sight.

- I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

- I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you

- THIS WHOLE FUCKING SONG IS SO THEM I’M SCREAMING

ballad of a homeschooled girl as Peter

- I told secrets I shouldn’t tell

- feels like my skin doesn’t feel right over my bones

- Each time I step outside, it’s social suicide

making the bed as Regulus

- I thought it so I said it, took it ‘cause I can, another day pretending I’m older than I am

- Sometimes I feel like I don’t wanna be where I am

- Every good thing has turned into something I dread

- They’re changing my machinery, and I just let it happen

- But it’s me who’s been making the bed.

love is embressing as Mary

- my girl is TIRED of men

- Just watch as I crucify myself for some weird second string loser who’s not worth mentioning, my God, love’s embressing as hell

The grudge as Sirius and Walburga

- My undying love, now I hold it like a grudge

- I hear your voice every time I think I’m not enough

- I try to be tough, but I wanna scream, how could anybody do the things you did so easily?

- I say I don’t care, I say that I’m fine, but you know I can’t let it go, I tried I tried I tried for so long… It takes strength to forgive but I don’t feel strong

- The arguments that I have won against you in my head- in the shower, in the car, and in the mirror before bed; yeah I’m so tough when I’m alone, and I make you feel so guilty, and I fantasise about a time you’re a little fucking sorry.

- Currently in tears btw

Teenage Dream as all the Marauders during 7th year

- I’ll blow up the candles, happy birthday to me, got your whole life ahead of you- you’re only 19 (17), but I fear that they already got all the best parts in me…

- They all say that it gets better, it gets better the more you grow. They all say that it gets better, it gets better, but what if I don’t?

[eevylynn]

PLS let’s talk about the modern day Marauders fandom. The only good thing I like about it is the diversity in fancasting but even then there’s still weird ageism against women from other women, like why is the 35 year old woman from 10 years ago too old but not the 42 year old man, Emily?

Sorry, I didn't respond until now. It's been a busy week, and this is the first time I got on my computer in order to answer asks.

I've been a fan of the Marauders for 22 years. That's the majority of my life, and I know that my years in the fandom is even older than many that are currently in the Marauders fandom, so I'm probably considered ancient to many of them.

I say this as a warning because this is probably going to be a long one, so strap in

I didn't even realize that they changed the actress for Lily. I'm not surprised though considering most of the modern Marauders fandom has pushed her out completely in favor of 2 characters that have never interacted in canon. Aka James and Regulus

Did they probably interact back in the day? Yes, but it doesn't change what I said.

I'm all for mlm. Just look at my blog for even a moment and it's obvious, but this big push in the last 10 years to give their favorite marauders big, dramatic gay romances and pushing out the amazing women that they 100% loved has always been a pet peeve. (Not to mention the amount of characterization that is CONSTANTLY ignored, making entirely different characters all together) However, ship and let ship has always been a policy for me, so whatever..

It just bugs me that these boys had such a loving brotherhood, but the fandom puts too much emphasis on romantic relationships (because we all love the smut) that they forget just how important their platonic relationships were to the entire plot of the story. Gods forbid men be allowed to show affection to each other the way women regularly do without there having to be something romantic between them.

That was an unexpected rant...sorry.

Anyway, it amuses me that they still refer to Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, and Aaron Taylor-Johnson as "Young Marauders", yet they are all in their 30s and 40s. Ben Barnes is officially older than Gary Oldman was when he was cast as Sirius. Andrew is the same age that David Thewlis was when he was cast as Remus.

Don't even get me started on the casting of Aaron Taylor-Johnson. I, personally, have never actually had him as my fancast when reading fics. James and Lily fancasting have always been more personal ones that change with my mood..probably because I really am such a Jily shipper.

It's honestly been so long since I even tried looking at Marauders' stuff that I'm not up to date with any other fancasting. Sorry..

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tl/dr: The modern marauders fandom has become very misogynistic over the years, pushing amazing women out; they ignore much of the characterization of the characters they claim to love, and they put too much focus on romantic relationships over platonic ones.

[coffeefrenchandhistory]

Blackborne — House of Black characters

For @artemisia-black.

Arcturus Black III: The Paterfamilias and Lord of the House of Black and great-grandfather of Leonis Black. Known as the 'Serpent of the Somme', 'the Bringer of the Black Night', and 'The Viper of the House of Black', Arcturus was one of the few wizards whom the Dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald feared among all others. But now? Now he is a tired, broken old man who lives with the ghosts of his failures. He failed his son Orion. He failed his grandsons Sirius and Regulus. He failed his family. It is only through Leonis, the last and best hope of The Constellation, that Arcturus has a chance at redemption. Cassiopeia Black: Dotty, secretive, and ruddy brilliant — there are many words to describe Cassiopeia Black. She lives alone in her home in the village of Tinworth, in Cornwall, with her house-elf Gippy and her library. She is also one of the most brilliant Arithmancers of the 20th century. She never believed that Sirius was guilty, never truly believed in blood purism (though, as Arcturus is loath to remember, served Gellert Grindelwald), and fills very much the 'mad scientist' vibe. Andromeda Tonks (née Black): Godmother and guardian of Leonis, she has raised her little cousin since his mother Cassandra (née Adler) was murdered by Evan Rosier in November 1981. The Malfoys had petitioned for Leonis to be surrendered to their care, they were far more capable of giving him everything he wanted, and Narcissa used the fact her sister had been disowned from The Constellation against her. It seemed lost except for two things — the first was Sirius' living will, which stated that Andromeda was to get custody of his son if his wife was unable to do so, and the second was Arcturus Black. The two met and, after a few rows, agreed... Andromeda would raise Leonis as Heir to the House, with a (nearly) free reign in the matter, while Arcturus would be able to host the boy during the summers, Yule (Christmas), New Year’s, and the boy's birthday on 29 July. Edward "Ted" Tonks: There is a saying, "there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man". Ted Tonks fulfills that last fear. He is kind and gentle and warm, the stereotypical Hufflepuff, however... however... Leonis Black is as good as his son. And he will defend his son to the best of his ability. He is skilled with a wand, brilliant, and a talented wizard. Arcturus has slowly come to accept him as a "barely" acceptable son-in-law. Nymphadora ("stop calling me that!") Tonks: Metamorphmagus, Auror trainee, all around badass. She is Leonis' cool older sister, if slightly overprotective considering how people dislike him for being the son of an accused mass murderer. Arcturus sees something of himself in the girl — the drive, the passion, the talent. He has taken her under his wing, much to Mad-eye Moody's consternation, and taught her what he knew about dueling and fighting. Leonis Black: He is very much his father's son. Brilliant, talented and powerful magically, haughty, with a quick wit and a sharper tongue. He looks exceedingly like his father as well, which both warms and breaks his great-grandfather's heart. Though he is far less serious and stuck-up than his father was when he was his age. He adores his older sister, thinks the world of his "Aunt 'Dromeda and Uncle Ted", and even sees the good in his broken down great-grandfather. But Leonis' destiny lies on a different path... a road in twilight with the last descendant of the Peverells...

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

Things about my Paras: Regulus<3

he needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them

That was, until evan basically moaned out loud when he saw him with them for the first time because Evan has a thing for teacher/professors especially

Welp after that he started wearing them almost daily.

he's omni with a pref for men

He's polyamorous (the wholegroup is a polycule tbh)

he has daddy issues but his main problem is the fact that he feels alienated from most people

his kink list is longer that some of my paras' life expectancy

he's kinda switchy most of the time but as soon as there's an older man in the room, he's surprisingly submissive

He calls us four his idiots affectionately

HUGE hozier fan (ofc)

Hes French (don't ask)

[princeblack]

she laughs so much that he smiles a little, enjoying the sound. he already likes talking to her because she’s beautiful and kind, but now he likes her laugh too. it makes him happy that she seems to be more at ease with him, because all he wants is for both her and teddy to feel welcomed. 

she comments on how an older woman at the market suggested she was a whore without actually saying it and he smirks because he believes it. “did she explain how back in her day people never bumped uglies unless the lord gave his express permission first?” he’s sure it wasn’t actually that bad, but it’s amusing to picture nonetheless. regulus wonders who teddy’s father is and what his relationship is like with the two of them. he can’t imagine willingly giving up teddy or bexley, if it was him. 

she plays along with his comments about everyone wanting her to have a husband, so he keeps going. “it’s okay; it’s easy for women to be forgetful. that’s why god blessed your husbands with the superior intelligence.” he can barely get the words out because it’s so ridiculous. “kidding… men can’t even think our way out of a paper bag.”

he likes her joke about their secret marriage a little too much, almost wishing it wasn’t a joke. “that is a good story and the rumor mill has been awfully dry lately. maybe we should spread this one to keep things interesting. let’s say my parents funded a trip to ireland because they wanted me to do some soul searching. and while i was gone i met a girl who was prettier than daphne, and i couldn’t resist…” the corner of his lips tug up in a smile, gaze looking her up and down. “i’ll order you a cake from the bakery and we can tell everyone we’re renewing our vows,” he says. “and i’ll start buying you jewelry all the time so it doesn’t look suspicious when i get you a ring.”

she says she’s kidding and he has to pretend like he’s kidding too, but in reality he really would buy her whatever she wanted. “i can be even more welcoming, if you ever need to take some stress off.” he realizes what it sounds like he’s saying and he does mean it like that, but he figures he should take the edge off just in case. “farm work must be taxing… we don’t have any specialists in town, but i’m always here if you need a full body massage.” he leans into her space, shifting closer as he speaks.

she talks about teddy displaying their art and it makes him smile again, his heart feeling warm at the toddler’s approval. “that’s the sweetest thing i’ve ever heard,” he says softly. “i’m glad it’s getting the display a masterpiece deserves.” her next words make him even happier, inviting him to what seems like a date. what’s even better is that she wants him to bond with her son before it, as if she’s serious about him. “that sounds like the perfect date,” he says, green eyes flickering to her lips. “so i’m holding you to it.”

she seems to like that he’s not with daphne, giving him a beautiful smile as she asks if they’re no longer together. “no, we’re not. i tried to make it work but it didn’t feel right. i wasn’t into it like she was, i guess.” he’s been blowing her off for almost three weeks now, so he’s not sure why she’s surprised he isn’t saying anything to her now.

she teases about being his wife and only wanting him committed to her and he likes it a little too much, stepping a little closer to her. “why would i want her when i can have the beautiful woman who’s also a great mother?” he asks softly, reaching out to pull the strap on her top up because it’s slipping down. he lets his fingertips brush against her shoulder, touching her slowly as he looks into her eyes. “to answer your question, she’s not really my type. which became obvious when i first saw you… you’re everything i want.” it might be too forward but she seems to like him too and he wants to pursue that.

she blushes when he teases her, stammering as she compliments him. he smirks, enjoying that he has an effect on her. she corrects herself, trying to say that he’s beautiful because of the crown, and he leans in, taking her chin in his fingers. “don’t you think i’m beautiful without it, too?” he asks softly before leaning in more, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “thank you for the flower crown. i know you helped.” he lets go of her chin, giving her a little space. “what brought you to town, anyway? i know the farm used to belong to remus lupin. my father said that you’re his daughter…?”

she really did like astoria, the girl was charming and sweet being one of the first people along side regulus to welcome bee to their little village, some of the elders seemed nice, though a little concerned as to why someone her age had a son and no ring on her finger. bee laughs at regulus's words bright smile on her lips as if what he said was the most hilarious thing she's ever heard. she knows she's acting like a bit of a dork right now but she can't help it with him. "you're right, I'll be sure to do whatever she says from here on out." she teases.

regulus is sweet for calling her beautiful and she wishes that was the reason so many eyes were on her and her son but she highly doubts it. "pretty sure this one old lady at the farmers market called me a whore in one of those nice old-lady ways that is somehow more offensive than just calling me the actual word?" she says laughing a bit because it's funny now. the thing was she didn't actually even have teddy, there was never a man in the picture in that way but bee rather have people think she's some 'harlot' than let teddy grow up without a mom. he's been hers since the day he was born, helping her father and tonks take care of him until their death and she did it on her own for the rest. he just turned two now and she wouldn't take him back for the world.

he tells her how they're just curious before joking again, making her smile and giggle a little. "you're right, my bad seems i forgot that I needed one of those to have value." she jokes back with him, it really makes her feel more at ease having him around even if it's causes more looks. "though, the rich it boy going off and impregnating the slutty farmer girl and marrying her behind everyone's back is a really good story. have you been to ireland because we could totally make this work." she teases though part of her wonders if it would even be possible to convince them someone like him would actually go for her. "oh and if we're going to do this right I want a ring and one of those delicious cakes I know we're not having a wedding but I've always wanted my own cake.... kidding but seriously thank you for being so welcoming to me and teddy bear. moving here was a big step for us both."

it makes her smile the way he talks about how they spent some time together at the farmers market and now regulus even drew with her son, it meant a lot to teddy and he even talked about it the whole walk home before asking bee to put the drawing he made with regulus on the wall in his playroom. "he's already got it displayed...but yeah maybe you could come over some time and draw more with him and if you're interested in a few drinks and conversation after he goes down for his nap that would be...super neat too." she would love his help even if teddy was an easy kid to take care of sometimes it was nice to have others around. especially on the nights of the full moon once a month when she has to have an escape plan for everyone hating to leave her child alone at night

regulus explains his situation with daphne and bee cant help but look over at the girl who seems a bit bothered by this but then she looks back at regulus and feels this need to be selfish, just once. "you said you were together so you're not anymore?" why is she smiling when she says that? biting down on her lip again as her eyes flicker to his own. "I just mean with our whole story about me being your wife I'd want you to be committed to only one of us anyway." she tries to play it off as a joke but she's genuinely excited at the idea of him not actually being with anyone else. "is there a reason you decided not to go through with the whole arrangement? if you don't mind me asking...cause she seems a bit foolish to let someone like you go that easily."

his fingers had brushed against hers a little when he touched the crown and it makes her blush as she tries to figure out what to do with her hands next cause she feels so shy. " you're beautiful, well I mean you look beautiful... like....cause the crown suits you I mean." she's rambling a little and hoping she doesn't freak him out because she's not even sure if guys like being called pretty. "but no, you look good I just... I don't know what i was trying to say actually of course you'd want to keep his beautiful crown." it's the way he talks about her son, speaking so highly of the boy that makes her heart flutter because if she ever did find someone she would want him to love her son mrowthan anything and it seemed like regulus was that person. "well here we are and I'd be more than honored to tell you anything you'd like to know." she smiles. "so long as you tell me things about you too."

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Regulus Black x fem! potter! Reader - Astronmy Tower Part 2/2 (soulmate au)

A/n: Okay so for a bit after the battle of Hogwarts you could apparate there okay? That's what I'm changing it to, to match the story.

Warnings: Death, threats, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: She/her] [Pov: 3rd person] [Parings: (romantic) regulus x reader, (platonic) harry x reader]

Summary:

"You're her soulmate?"

The other two older men finally speak up.

"How are you alive?"

The three young adults give confused glances at the two older men.

"What do you me-"

"I'm Regulus Black his," Regulus points towards Sirius. "Brother."

He just sighs and motions for them to come sit.

This was going to be a long talk.

I do NOT support J. K. Rowling, or any transphobic/homophobic things she says (or anything she says really), or TERFS!

Part 1/2

"Merlin! So, Y/n is- was married!" Ron shouts eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

"Yes, Y/n and I got married in 1997. We had to oblivate all the random muggles that went to the after party but it was... good." Regulus admits rather amused with a small mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Did she take your last name?" Remus asks.

Regulus smiles a bit nodding. "Yes Y/n Lily Black. Has a lovely ring to it doesn't it?"

He sighs thinking about how those were the exact words he told her.

"Did you two ever figure out how you... Came back?" Hermione asks Regulus.

"Not quite, though she hypothesize about it being similar to how Harry didn't die when he was child. It also probably had something to do with us being soulmates..."

*Flashback*

"I think I know how you came back." She says randomly in the middle of the night as he pulls her close.

"How so amour?"

"When I used to got to Hogwarts, I used to always gaze upon the constellations, but it particular Leo. My favorite star in the constellation was Regulus." She gathers up her thoughts together before speaking again.

"You told me you used to spend time a lot of time at the Astronomy tower when you went to Hogwarts correct?"

"Yes." He whispers pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Well that was where I would go to gaze at the constellations, and every time I saw Leo specifically the Star Regulus, I would think about you."

She pauses, "I think I was doing magic."

"What?"

"I don't know how but I think was casting some sort of spell, my time at Hogwarts wasn't very joyful but that was one of the only things that made it bearable. What happens if in my sorrow I was accidentally casting a spell?"

He doesn't say anything for a while he just basks in her presence. She doesn't say anything either, they didn't need to fill the silence. They never have had too, yet Y/n did still want some response to her theory.

"I know it's a little far fetched..."

The younger Black shakes his head bringing her even closer to him.

"I don't think it's as far fetched as you think, soulmates have records of doing extraordinary things. Almost as if it was a different category of magic."

*Flashback over*

Suddenly Regulus stands up in doing so his chair clatters to the ground as he pulls his wand out.

"Regulus!" Sirius yells but he just shakes his head.

"Astronomy Tower." Is all he's able to grit out before he apparates away.

He nearly falls off the edge as he stumbles onto the ground. The night sky was bright with stars, no fog in view, nothing to obstruct his view of the stars.

Perfect, he just hoped it would work.

Slowly, he walks over to the edge and he grips the railing before gazing up at the stars.

They were beautiful.

Their shine blessed the earth, shining hauntingly bright as if they had captured the beauty of the aurora. The sun itself paled in comparison to all of them.

"Every time I saw Leo specifically the Star Regulus, I would think about you."

His eyes find the constellation Leo, and eventually he spots the star Regulus, as he peers up at the star he lets his mind get over taken with memories with her. Of the life he could have had with her if she'd still been alive.

'Please work.' He begs inside his head.

He hears two noises and they both appear at once.

One of them is Sirius, Remus, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had just apparated here. And the other...

With the flick of his wrist the unknown girl is lifted up into the air and in a split second his wand is at her throat.

"Who are you." He growls out.

But instead of quivering in fear like she should have the girl just smirks.

"This seems like a similar situation doesn't it?"

He shoves the wand further into her throat as the people behind him are silent.

The girl rolls her eyes and sighs.

"Y/n Lily Black if you must know."

Just like that she's dropped to the ground her throat released from the wand and into the embrace of her lover.

"Y/n!" Harry yells in the background as he comes running towards the couple.

He pulls his sister into a hug.

"I thought- saw your body-"

"It's okay I'm here little one." She mutters into his ear before pulling away to face her husband.

No words needed to be said, as he pulled her into a long waited kiss.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

Hp Taglist: @regulusblackswhorecrux

[hpqueerfest]

CREATOR REVEALS!!

First, I want to thank all of our amazing creators this year! You all created 16 incredible fan works! Queer Fest is one of my favorite things to run and you make it all the better.

And so! Reveals beneath the cut:

The Knowledge of Possibilities - for @unsuspicious-nobody creator: @bifuriouswaterbender rating: G word count: 3413 summary: Narcissa thought everything at Regulus and James' wedding would go according to plan, but naturally Sirius messed that up. Naturally he decided last minute that Narcissa needed to dance with Lily Evans. Narcissa barely knew her, and of course, this was going to upset the Black family matriarchs. As they started dancing, though, Narcissa found she didn't mind.

[ART] Queerness & All Forms - for @shonxiuwan creator: @digthewriter rating: G summary: Queernes and all forms of it is accepted in the magical world. We celebrate that.

[ART] Not like the other “girls” creator: @digthewriter rating: G summary: Millicent tried to be feminine her whole childhood. As she got older, she realized that the muggle concept of "butch" was right for her.

Quidditch Stars Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint on Coming Out Together: Exclusive Tell-All (Daily Prophet, August 3rd, 2001) - for @yourtokentrophywife creator: @sleepstxtic rating: E word count: 11,017 summary: The story of how Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint fell in love, as told through scenes from their lives and an interview from the Daily Prophet.

Rosmerta’s Special Brew - for @thistlecatfics creator: @lumosatnight rating: T word count: 6035 summary: Let me invite you, dear reader, into a story about love and longing, growing and growing up. About recognising what society wants and saying To hell with that. A story about finding your true self, no matter who or with whom that may be, and never letting doubt swallow you whole.

This is a story about how Madam Rosmerta, of the Three Broomsticks fame, became the unofficial Queer Crisis Counselor for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft, Wizardry, and Wixenry.

Or, 5 times she helped other baby gays + 1 time they helped her.

no present like the moment - for @hawksquill creator: @leftsidedown on ao3 rating: T word count: 1482 summary: She’s alwasy been a moon child; the language of the skies came to her naturally. The language of the earth has to be learned. She is learning.

I Miss You creator: @mean-whale-writes rating: T word count: 2414 summary: Sirius remembers Remus. He wishes he didn’t.

Crown Enterprises - for SiriuslySapphic creator: @storyof-eden rating: E word count: 2841 summary: Hermione was the best, and everyone knew Narcissa employed only the best at Crown Enterprises.

These Fragile Bodies of Touch and Taste creator: @hawksquill rating: M word count: 9863 summary: The year is 2014 and the Ministry of Magic has decided to relaunch the Triwizard Tournament to commemorate the twentieth anniversary of the fateful tournament of 1994-1995. The new tournament reunites former champions Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, who haven't spoken in years. Reliving the memories of their own traumatic tournament forces the two men to confront a few things: Harry hates being an Auror, Cedric regrets sending Harry to the graveyard alone, and there's an undeniable spark between them.

Love is Blind as a Bat - for @hawksquill creator: @diandrastrikesback rating: E word count: 11,834 summary: Severus Snape is convinced to participate in a gay reality dating programme. What could go wrong?

Becoming creator: @polyjuicedpadfoot rating: M word count: 8792 summary: When Teddy asks one day how his father knew he was bisexual, Remus finds himself going down memory lane.

On Christmas Card Terms - for @vocative creator: @hermioneclone rating: M word count: 24,392 summary: The last thing Draco expects when Astoria and Lovegood drag him to a Muggle gay bar is to find himself spilling his darkest secrets and dancing the night away. Has he found the man of his dreams at last, or will his past continue to haunt him no matter how hard he tries to be a better person?

Nothing Else Needed To Be Said - for @lumosatnight creator: grey_kenaz on ao3 rating: T word count: 2496 summary: Genderfluid Sirius trying to hide from his parents and Regulus showing his support in his own (secretive, sneaky, very Slytherin) way.

A series of moments when Regulus shows that he recognises Sirius' fluidity while leaving Sirius somewhat baffled as to what exactly Regulus means because he's a Slytherin and nothing is going to be forward. Just a bit of brotherly bonding and a look at how the wizarding world reacts to gender fluidity.

Let’s Wait Until After the Wedding - for @the-kellephant creator: @cheyla-v rating: G word count: 2464 summary: Harry doesn't know what's more difficult: coming out as gay to Ron or to tell him he's in love with his brother.

He does know one thing for sure—he won't be telling him until after Ron and Hermione's wedding is over.

Varda, Thou Art There creator: @justtoarguewithyou rating: M word count: 10,769 summary: Remus vomits into a trash bin, thinking about how Dumbledore had promised to help. But in the end, no one helped. Dumbledore had forgotten him, most of the Order was dead. As “Age of Consent” begins to play, Remus’s fingers tap along to the beat that he can feel through the floorboards. Near the end of the song, Bernard Sumner’s voice lowers, and he sings, “Lost you, I’ve lost you, I’ve lost you, I’ve lost you…” Remus blinks away tears, thinking of the boys he’s lost. He’s lost all his boys.

The Persistence of Memory creator: @deliciousblizzardshark rating: T word count: 7292 summary: When Draco can't live with his guilt and his grief any longer, he does the only thing he can think of; he makes a potion.

[fandomlovingfreak]

Glacial Passion (9/?)

Regulus Black/Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Trigger Warning: Arranged Marriage, angst, swearing occasionally

Word Count: 2059

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Summary: Glacial, cold, icy… all words that described Regulus Black’s grey eyes. Was there truly no emotion behind those eyes, or did a caring man exist beneath? Could she defrost those glacial eyes?

Disclaimer: Regulus Black (Walburga Black, Orion Black, and Sirius Black) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Okay so I feel rushed 24/7 with this fanfic because of my schedule. I hope you all like it! I rewrote this like 5 times ugh! aha

Enjoy

Visitors at nine o'clock at night was far from uncommon for Sirius Black. But, he usually expected said visitors to arrive with him, hopefully after a wonderful night out drinking and dancing. Visitors that arrived at nine o'clock at night and by themselves were quite an uncommon occurrence at Number Five Godric Lane.

Sirius opens the door at the second knock. The figures of his younger brother and a young woman standing on his front porch both looking gloomy.

"Regulus?" The girl looks younger than his brother, very attractive-- well, she would be, he assumes, if she weren't wearing a scowl that rivaled Regulus's cloudy expression. Sirius leans against his door frame, crossing his arms against his chest nonchalantly, "And you must be (y/n)."

(y/n) opens her mouth to respond, but Regulus cuts her off before she can confirm or deny his statement, "Can we stay here?" The interruption seems to piss her off further, her anger coming off her in waves as she stares daggers at Regulus.

Sirius looks between the young couple for a beat, "I-- sure? But why are you here? What happened?"

"Walburga." Regulus steps forwards to enter, prompting Sirius to move out of the way of his brother and sister-in-law. (y/n) gives him an apologetic look but doesn't say anything as she follows her husband into the small space of Sirius's living room.

He wonders what Regulus has done to piss his wife off so thoroughly as he watches them take a seat on his couch, Regulus somewhere near the middle cushion and (y/n) as far to the right as she possibly can be without sitting on the armrest.

Sirius sits adjacent to them in the comfy reclining chair. After a moment of silence, he sighs, "So, are you going to tell me what's happened?"

"We'll only be here for a couple of days at the least. There was no way we could spend another night-- there."

"I don't care how long you stay. Stay as long as you need to." Sirius looks at (y/n), who still has not said a word to him or Regulus. She's not even looking at either of them, her lips drawn tight and her fingers neatly folded together on her lap. "Were you disowned?"

Regulus's eyes meet his, "No. Can we talk in the kitchen? Just for a moment."

"Sure," Sirius stands up, "I've been rude, though. (y/n) would you like anything to drink?"

The girl's eyes meet his, "Water would be fine, thank you."

"I'll be right back with your water." He leads Regulus into the small kitchen.

"Why are you speaking to me with your wife not present? And what happened anyway?" Sirius opens the cabinet, reaching for a glass as he speaks.

"I wasn't disowned specifically because of (y/n). I know it's the truth. Walburga thinks she's possibly pregnant, and besides, I am sure my father-in-law would be furious to find out our parents ruined his daughter's future over me."

"Is she?" Sirius asks as the glass overflows as he fills it.

"Is she what?"

Sirius rolls his eyes, "Is your wife pregnant?" Honestly, he can understand why (y/n) may be annoyed with Regulus. His little brother was always so distracted by his own thoughts he could hardly converse at a normal rate. Skipping over questions and statements, eager to give his take or changing the subject. He could sometimes be exhausting to talk to, especially if you weren't used to Regulus and his ways.

Regulus scoffs as if Sirius was an idiot to suggest such a thing, "I've never failed to cast a contraceptive charm before. It's just an inkling the woman has, hoping that even as I continue to put up a fight against her ridiculous opinions on how my-- my relationship should look, or how it should operate. Of course, when she suggested that... conceiving an heir was a family matter, I told her it wasn't any of her business. Which she didn't like, at all."

"So you're hanging on as the heir because she's convinced (y/n) is carrying your heir?" Regulus makes a face, the only convincing Sirius needed that he wasn't telling him the complete truth.

"I assume that's what she thinks. You know Walburga. She's convinced sex is strictly reproductive."

Sirius chuckles, "talk about your sex life much with dear old mum, eh Reggie?"

Regulus's frown deepens. Oh, how his younger sibling hated teasing, "of course not. She's become a complete nutter about my private matters. I don't even know how she figured out I was using the charm."

"Well, she is a nutter. Maybe she has Kreacher following you around." It's meant as a joke, but Regulus seems to question if there's some truth in the words. "Oh, c'mon Regulus. Wouldn't you notice the little creep if he had been what-- hiding underneath the bed?" Sirius stifles a laugh. Imagining the little gremlin sneaking into Regulus's bedroom to spy on him from under the bed. The image of Kreacher under the bed, the springs of the bed, knocking against his lumpy head.

"It's not funny. That's entirely possible--" Regulus takes the glass from Sirius's hand, downing it in one go.

"Hey! That was for (y/n)!"

In a very not-raised-by-Walburga-Black manner, Regulus wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve, nearly slamming the glass on the countertop, "You can refill it."

Sirius mutters something about Regulus being a 'little git' as he refills the glass and pushing past Regulus to bring the glass to (y/n).

"Here you go." The younger woman takes the glass from him, smiling. The smile seems false in his opinion, her eyes immensely sad.

Sirius practically scurries back to his chair, "right-- so all I have to offer is a couch, which I suppose we can transfigure into a bed? Hopefully, that's okay?" His eyes meet (y/n)'s ignoring a sulking Regulus who sits down next to his wife.

"Of course. Thank you." (y/n) stands, looking at Regulus, "Do you mind?" He scowls but gets up off the couch, shuffling towards Sirius. Both brothers watch as (y/n) pulls her wand from her sleeve.

With an elegant flick of her wand, the couch transforms into a comfortable-looking bed large enough to fit two adults.

Looking pleased with her work, (y/n) sits back on the edge of the bed. Almost reluctantly, Regulus sits on the side of the bed (y/n) isn't occupying.

Again, Sirius has the desire to laugh. Clearly, there has been some sort of spat between the couple. Their mother's rudeness can't be the only thing that's got the couple this worked up.

The uncomfortable silence that overcomes the three of them is unbearable. In an attempt to put an end to the awkwardness, Sirius, with a grin, speaks, "I'm still baffled that I didn't get a wedding invitation."

Neither (y/n) nor Regulus look amused by his words.

"This is not the time, Sirius." If looks could kill, Regulus would have surely ended his life.

***

Undoubtedly, Regulus and Sirius shared DNA. I ponder the similarities between my husband and his older brother as I get ready for bed. They both have the same piercing grey eyes and deep brown hair. But their differences could be plainly seen as well. Regulus is a tad bit taller and far skinnier than Sirius. And Sirius's hair is much longer.

Even as their faces share similarities, Regulus always seems to wear a frown while Sirius clearly had an air of ease. Funnily enough, the frown that Regulus wears doesn't match the woman you'd think he would resemble, as Sirius was the one who favored his mother's sharp features. Regulus had clearly inherited Orion's bone structure.

Undoubtedly though, both men were attractive in their own way.

Spitting toothpaste into the basin, I make a face when the thought pops in my head that I find Regulus more handsome than his brother.

I suppose I am allowed to be biased, or at least should be biased, as I'm married to Regulus, but-- I feel silly thinking about this.

Walking back into the makeshift bedroom, I pass Regulus, who doesn't even meet my eye. We've barely spoken since we arrived in Godric's Hollow, only passing looks of anger between us. Part of me longs to reach out and grab his arm, tell him I overreacted, that I'm sorry... but am I really sorry? Or was I just longing for him to whisper sweet things as he held me in bed how he has for the past weeks? I certainly could go one night, or maybe even a few, without his touch.

Unfortunately, I very much wanted him to play the loving husband again. I wanted to listen to his stories and comfort him when painful memories were brought up. I wanted to kiss him in all the ways we could think. Soft and sensual, deep and unforgiving... I wanted the goodnight kisses and the sleepy morning ones.

I obviously-- I don't love him, not yet. Maybe never if this rollercoaster of hot and cold continues on with us. But I did find myself craving affection and attention from Regulus in a way that would suggest feelings had been developing.

And Gods, did I hope that he felt at least an inkling of these developing feelings of mine. Regulus could be soft and sweet in moments, but part of me wondered if he only felt something for me when I was beneath him. It-- was a thought that had begun to plague my mind as our honeymoon had taken a turn for the better.

I had no proof that he didn't have budding feelings for me; I ultimately felt insecure because of that fight.

The way he spoke to me reminded me of every time I was scolded by my parents or grandmother. Like I was a dumb child who didn't have a say in a decision like practically running away from home-- his home.

Climbing into bed, I pull the blanket up towards my chin. The curtains aren't completely drawn, leaving an opening for a sliver of moon to be seen.

I feel my eyes grow tired as I focus on the moon's illumination.

***

Regulus makes his way back into the living room, meaning to discuss their spat. Guilt had sat in the back of his mind since their argument, but he needed her to realize that the anger he showed hadn't been aimed at her. It was stupid to assume that she would just know and understand the history between himself and his parents, and why wouldn't she assume he was attacking her when he raised his voice?

Part of Regulus had hoped she would just understand, and he wouldn't have to explain the rocky relationship between his family to her. (y/n) could be incredibly understanding, but she wasn't a mind reader. He had been unfair.

The carefully crafted apology he had rehearsed in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth sat at the tip of his tongue, dying instantly when he noticed her already under the covers of their makeshift bed.

The moon shines through Sirius's shitty, cheap curtains, casting a beautiful glow on her.

His voice comes out quiet as he calls her name into the dark. Her body doesn't stir, and he walks closer to the bed. The gentle rise and fall of her sleeping form has him convinced she really has fallen asleep without him.

Almost by instinct, he gets into bed, moving closer to wrap her up in his arms, but he hesitates, wondering if she'd even want to be held by him after their fight.

He feels the pang of sadness at the thought that she may not want his touch any longer.

Regulus reasons with himself that if she really didn't want him near her, she would push him away during the night. Maybe-- maybe she would wake up with his body pressed up close against hers, and it could fix something, or at least maybe she'd wake up less angry at him.

Carefully he moves so she's tucked against his body, his arm wrapping around her waist the way he knows she likes best. With a content sigh, she settles back against his body.

Regulus holds still, making sure she hasn't woken up, eventually relaxing and burying his face in her hair.

At least as she sleeps, she still desires him.

[wolfstarlibrarian]

I’m in love with Regulus. Do you know if any Wolfstar fics that feature Regulus too?

Oh friend, the Librarian absolutely loves Regulus Black as well. Such a hero, and such a rebel. He is already featured on two lists, but there can never be too many recs for the best little brother of the marauders.

Wolfstar + Regulus Black

Wolfstar + Regulus Black 2

Wolfstar + Regulus Black 3

Melting the Ice by @kittycargo

Remus, a school teacher, likes his life. He has a place of his own, a loving found family, and a job he enjoys. But can he make room for two more when a handsome stranger, Sirius Black, and his little brother, Regulus, who he has custody of enters his life?

What Chance Do I Have? by @engie-ivy

“You want to snog my brother!” Regulus points his pen accusingly in Remus’ direction. Remus huffs and straightens his back. “In my defence, your brother is very snogable!” Regulus has agreed to tutor a classmate in statistics, but quickly comes to regret his life choices when the only chance the guy seems interested in, is the chance of getting to snog Regulus’ older brother.

A Change In The Stars by @neondomino

Desperate for a change in his stars, Squire Sirius pretends to be a Noble to compete in the jousting tournament. Along the way he meets two men. Lord Lucius Malfoy, who offers to be his... as long as he wins, and clothing merchant, Remus Lupin, who doesn't care whether Sirius wins or loses, claiming nothing would change how he feels. Inspired by a Knight's Tale

Look What You Made Me Do by SeasOfTrees

In which Sirius is a hard working small business owner, Remus makes a pretty big mistake, and James and Lily just need sleep. But it all turns out okay at the end. Eventually. That classic Sex Shop/Dungeon Master AU.

Defectors by NachoDiablo

I'm supposed to be dead. I was ready for it. More than ready. He struggles to sort quickly through his muddled thoughts. If he's not allowed to die, he needs to find sanctuary. Somewhere where they won't find him. Someone who can destroy it. AU where Regulus survives the horcrux cave and Sirius gets pushed to the edge.

Parallels by @livelovelupin

“It’s not that it isn’t you,” Remus says. “It’s a different version of you. How you would’ve turned out if you’ve made different decisions. I— tell me things that you know about me.” “Huh?” “You do know who I am, yes?” Sirius nods. “Okay. Then tell me what you know about me.”

No Bright Line by @miraxb

In which Sirius is a famous actor who has stopped believing in authenticity, Remus is a historian with a complex relationship to memory, and Lily is the brilliant filmmaker who brings them together. James and Harry are there too, although they mostly just want to enjoy the beach.