#regulus is a cinnamon roll

[swag696942069]

Some first year: wheres your scary boyfriend at?

James: probably off doing scary boyfriend things.

Regulus, in James dorm, giggling and kicking his feet as Peter tells him what James said about him while he was drunk the night before: 🤭🥰

[kingstarkingslay]

Remus: *eating a cinnamon roll*

James: Cannibalism.

Remus: *confused chewing noises*

[glassy-eyed-poet]

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: James, Lily, Pandora,

Looks like a cinnamon roll, would kill you: Remus, Evan, Peter, Mary

Looks like would kill you, would kill you: Regulus, Marlene, Barty

Looks like would kill you, is a cinnamon roll: Dorcas, Sirius (bffr)

[toramirr]

Leo Regulus Black, 16 y.o., Hufflepuff

His 12 y.o. version 💕

Eng: “offended”

[hotteststar]

some sir's headcanons bc he's wonderful

[soapyblubbles]

⋆｡˙ runaway pets ˙｡⋆

pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders

warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.

a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3

“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong. 

As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.

You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?

The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.

Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.

With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.

You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.

“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.

Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.

“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.

But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.

“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.

Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”

You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.

He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.

He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”

“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.

“S’annoying.”  

You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.

James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.

Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.

“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?” 

You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.

“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.

“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.

“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.

At this point it’s all you can focus on.

“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.

You lick your lips. “Sir-”

Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.

Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.

James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.

Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”

Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you. 

You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.

“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.

It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.

Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”

He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.

Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping. 

Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.

“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.

“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses. 

Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.

Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you. 

The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.

“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”

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UNEDITED VERSION

[wordsofwilderness]

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[psychoticallykind]

Cinnamon

"Allergic" - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 749 words

A bit NSFW.

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Regulus was annoyed. And he had every right to be - every right, because this idiotic girl was still flirting with his boyfriend. His very polite, non-violent boyfriend. His boyfriend, who needed to get the fuck away from that Hufflepuff before Regulus did something very bad and very permanent to her.

"They want to do it the muggle way - do you know the muggle way? It's really very fun, you should come with us," she's saying now. Valerie, maybe. Regulus isn't sure.

James is smiling, and Regulus hates that he's smiling. "That sounds like fun. Lily was actually talking about that - have you met Lily? I can introduce you," he offers.

For a moment, the genuine look on James's face and the easy joy in his smile softens the edge of Regulus's irritation.

Then Valerie speaks.

"Maybe later," she replies, and Regulus can tell she doesn't want to meet Lily - no, she's perfectly fine here, with his boyfriend. "Anyway, last year they made it even better by adding cinnamon, and smore's are good no matter what, but - do you like cinnamon?"

"He's allergic, actually," Regulus cuts in, grabbing James's arm and pulling him closer. He sees Valerie's startled look but doesn't care. "And he's busy that night."

Valerie frowns, glancing hopefully at James. "We actually haven't settled on a night yet."

"He's busy every night." Regulus smiles, and he knows it's very obviously forced. "With me." And then he turns, pulling James with him. All the way up the stairs, into the (thankfully) unoccupied dorm room.

It's not until the door is closed that James clears his throat. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Regulus replies, giving James an innocent look. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well," James starts, giving Regulus an amused look. "To start, I'm not allergic to cinnamon."

"You're not?" Regulus shrugs. "Strange. I must have gotten mixed up."

James laughs a little, reaching out to pull Regulus against his chest. "You did not get mixed up." He turns Regulus around, wrapping his arms around his chest and speaking in his ear. "You got jealous."

"I did not," Regulus denies, but James is tracing along the hem of his sweater and he's a little distracted.

"Okay," James's other hand trails up, settling just below Regulus's throat and teasing him, and Regulus feels the tension melt from his posture. "What would you call it, then?"

"Um," Regulus struggles, completely unable to focus as James's fingers dip slightly lower. "Being helpful."

"Helpful?" James repeats, and Regulus hums in agreement. "How were you helpful?"

"I - um - James," Regulus protests as James slides his hand back up, onto his stomach. "Touch me properly."

"But we're talking," James teases him. "About you being helpful. Remember?"

It's a game, and Regulus likes this game, made the rules - but right now he just wants to win, and he doesn't care how.

So he pulls away from James's touch - James lets go immediately, because he always makes sure not to trap Regulus, not really, he always has a choice - and spins around so that he can look at him. Wraps his arms around his neck and gives in.

Because while someone else might be persuaded to drop the conversation in favor of sex, James would not. No, James was big on communication, and Regulus was about 98% sure that unless he addressed it properly, James was going to refrain from any actual touching.

"Yes, I was jealous, and yes, I know I don't need to be, and yes, I know that you aren't allergic to fucking cinnamon," Regulus tells him, and he rolls his eyes a little - just because he's communicating doesn't mean he has to do it nicely. "But you were being nice to her and she likes you and I didn't want to stand there and watch anymore."

"I'll always leave if you're uncomfortable," James tells him, and it's so sweet but also very unnecessary because Regulus knows. "Just say the word, love. You're far more important than anyone else at that party."

Which is also unnecessary, but it's possible that Regulus smiles a little. Because it is nice to hear it - and James makes sure he hears it often. "I know."

"I wouldn't have talked to her if I knew it was making you feel bad," James tells him, and it makes his heart melt a little.

"I know," Regulus repeats, but it's softer. "Now please touch me properly."

James grins, picking him up and walking over to the bed. "I would love to."

[steelycunt]

i am quite curious on your opinion on how regulus black is characterized in fandom… completely understandable if you do not want to answer, but since i have my own opinions on the matter i was curious about yours! i love a steelycunt ramble

hi omg yeah! unfortunately for all of us i do have thoughts lol...i already know im about to ramble because ive been dying for an excuse to do this for ages so i think it would easiest to break them down into points but tl;dr or i suppose thesis statement i think the fandom characterisation of him is soooo awful lol. terrible 0/10. i do not even massively care about him as a character other than as background for his brother but since he is pretty unavoidable ive been driven to develop opinions.

he was a willing fascist stop pretending he wasnt its LAME

so many colourful ways people have conveniently sidestepped his fascism to uwufiy them, all of which i find extremely lame and pointless considering we know virtually nothing of the guy other than that he was a fascist and then had second thoughts. which actually could be really interesting if you just accepted that rather than bending over backwards to create these alternative (and so much more BORING) narratives where his being a DE isn't his fault or he was forced or whatever. we know that wasnt true he was a fascist because he chose to be a fascist and he held the views of a fascist. the moral purification and absolution of his character because people want to interact with him but are uncomfy about the fascism thing is so lameeee and stupid lol imagine being so uncomfortable with a character you claim to love that you have to get rid of everything we know about him and invent an entirely new personality for him. boooo. grow up. you can be interested in fictional characters who are bad. although it is funny how much easier people seem to be able to reconcile their fav being a fascist than like. being a cheater or something. which is a cardinal sin apparently.

2. the black cat goth sassy millennial characterisation.

theres this really common characterisation of him where hes like this sassy dangerous deadpan tiktok-esque spurter of witticisms which i just find so cringy and boring and inaccurate. the whole 'ooh he takes his coffee black he looks like a cinnamon roll but he could kill you!!!!' thing that makes me feel like ive been dragged back to tumblr 2015. he kind of sucked he was a conservative who did one good thing in his life and got killed in the process i dont know where people have got this badass thing from he just wasnt. also the idea that he was a goth girl because his name was black? we can try a little harder than that come on now. but yeah im not trying to imply theres some moral problem with characterising him this way i just find it cringy and inaccurate and i think there are much more interesting things you can do with him

3. abuse + relationship with his brother.

another thing i find really annoying is the assumption that he was treated by his parents the same way his brother was. big disclaimer because i can hear the complaints already yes i accept that being a child in a house where there is abuse in and of itself in traumatic and horrifying. but there is no canon reason to believe he was directly abused by his parents the way his parents were, especially considering his brother seemed to be punished for transgressions against his parents. regulus was the good boy he was the better son and he did as they asked. i think people have begun to just assume he was also abused the way his brother was in order to make him more sympathetic or excuse his behaviour (not how this works anyway) and again i find it very lame. the dynamics we actually get from canon are consistently infinitely more complex and interesting than what people then do with them. as for his relationship with his brother theres the whole idea of sirius 'leaving' him in the house which is ridiculous and almost too laughable to discuss but. the idea that regulus is the victim of his abused brother running away...girls get real. he was in his room getting radicalised i dont feel sorry for him. plus his whole relationship with his brother tends to irritate me anyway--i dont know if these people just dont have siblings, but the whole ultra close, sirius being incredibly protective, would die for each other, them against the world thing again seems to contrast everything we actually know about that relationship and also...not all siblings are that close? like theyre just not? idk again, personal taste but i find their super healthy close relationship very boring its kind of a dealbreaker for me!

4. he wasnt conventionally attractive and if you cant deal with ur fav being ugly he's not ur fav

needed a section all of its own because thats how bad it annoys me but the way people swear to hell and back that he was actually super handsome. or 'umm he wasnt handsome but he was PRETTY. umm ummm ummm'. booo throws tomatoes at you. we know from canon (again like. one of five things we know about him). that he was not considered handsome, like his brother was. i find it so incredibly pathetic the way people who claim to like him deny this like their life depends on it and try to argue that actually he was like omg conventional beauty is everythinggggg to you people isnt it. omg this fictional character who isnt real is nothingggg to you if hes not described as a model is he. you cant really like him that bad!!!! again what a fun thing to lean into that fandom instead has to revise. the guy was not hot why does it bother you that bad omg. if you cant accept that i immediately know all ur opinions suck sorry its the same as when people have to pretend remus was some sort of hunky alt casanova to like him at this point just write an oc pleaseeee because you dont seem to like anything about him thats actually established. anyway. tl;dr he wasnt handsome get over it my god

5. he would not be friends with remus u guys just think he would be because you borrowed remus' personality to give him one

another dealbreaker for me i cannot read something that implies remus and regulus would be friends. to get the obvious out of the way: regulus was a fascist and remus is part of a minority group he would want dead. but otherwise the idea that theyd be friends confirms to me that someone doesnt get either of them and the only reason i think this has gained traction is because regulus doesnt have a personality and in order to position him and james as r/s 2.0 where james stands in for sirius, people just superimposed remus' fanon personality (quiet, sarcastic, dry, bookish, exasperated) onto regulus. which is a characterisation i dont like anyway but then because youve turned them into the same person people then say theyd get on...i cannot think of two people would be gel worse. theyd have nothing in common. nothing to say. absolutely nothing. they would sit in awkward, unpleasant silence. literally no two characters less suited to each other i am begging you. also the substitution of peter for him as the fourth person in their group nowadays bffr...not only is peter far more interesting but also he would not get on with any of them his brother included. i hate when i am reading a fic and he turns up when hes not supposed to. put him back! he belongs ina victorian dollshouse!

6. things i like + how i picture him.

okay done a LOT of moaning. again i dont really care about him as a character im not interested in him apart from how he affects sirius' character and i dont like jegulus so i dont really read much where hes a central figure but i do think he COULD be very interesting if done right, and so things i do like: characterisations that lean into the fact that he was a willing fascist as a teen, willingly radicalised, nasty nasty politics. i like a regulus who is very uptight, who has a very strained relationship with his brother as the younger brother to someone he knows would always have made a better heir than him, was better at practically everything but just didnt want to do it. i think living in the shadow of that would make him crazy uptight and touchy lol. as for stuff which is less grounded in canon and more just how i imagine him: i think he was a nerd, i think he was a serious young boy with a huge sense of responsibility, and i can imagine him having some sort of niche hobby which is quite antisocial like stamp collecting or model railways or reading big dense history books about ww2 or the magical equivalent of one of those. i think he was a bit weird and quite weak and sensitive. his brother is a massive sore point for him. he was not cool or sassy or badass i think he probably wore matching pyjama sets to bed and carried around a handkerchief with his initials embroidered into the corner and clung to his family and his wealth and his ancestry as a marker of his superiority and good breeding for dear fucking life because he did not have much else going for him.

[marauders-brain-rot]

Had a thought:

Sirius and James running a true crime podcast covering Regulus and Barty’s murders

Regulus and Barty are prolific serial killers but secret cinnamon rolls

[prongsiess]

marauders as things my friends have said:

Barty: well you know, i like playing with my hands, i’m hands on like that

Marlene: i’m NBR, non-binary royalty

Reg, judging Barty’s shopping list: eggs and hair dye?? what are you trying to make, green eggs and ham???

James, about Wolfstar pre-getting together: i don’t need perfect vision to see the vibe

Pandora: OH NO i dropped blood on my cinnamon roll :(

Lily, to James: you don’t go to the gym, you show up and ask who you’re benching tonight

Remus: guys… it’s BROWNIE HOUR 👹

Dorcas, to Reg: you’re lucky that your cool in other aspects of your life, cause if not you’d just be plain weird

James, texting in the groupchat after an argument with Sirius: SORRY I MAKE TYPOS WHEN I’M GETTING DIVORCED

Mary: we’re conversationally messy

Peter: this bowl looks like a shirt Mary would wear

Sirius, to Lily about Snape: sometimes being a good gift giver isn’t enough, sometimes you have to be a good human being

Peter, about Sirius: you live your life extra hot, but not in a sexy way

James, explaining the Marauders friendship dynamic to Reg: like, we have platonic communal orgys

Marlene: i got heat yesterday for being a toxic boyfriend, that’s uncalled for, i’m a great boyfriend

Barty: fun fact, i don’t hear god, i only think i am god

Lily, about Sirius: it’s like a giant neon sign about his head going GA-GA-GA-GA-GAYYYY

Lily: you can boo me if you want, i’m standing on business

Remus, about the Black family, looking at Sirius and Reg being idiots: maybe they were smarter when they were less inbred

Dorcas, laying on the ground with her knees to her chest: im in the official Regulus position of what is my life

Evan: sometimes i catcall Barty, i just go psspsspsspss

[bri-cheeses]

Fiercely and obsessively (wrapped around your finger) — Part 7

| Rosekiller Soulmate AU | Previous part is here | Word Count: 867 |

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Pandora was sitting at the Slytherin table when they arrived, waiting to greet her brother.

“Happy birthday!” she called, standing up to hug Evan. Evan reciprocated gladly.

“Happy birthday to you too, Pans,” he said. She pulled back to hold him at arm’s length.

“I don’t see it,” she said. “Where is it?”

There could only be one thing that she was referring to, and so Evan dutifully rolled up the sleeve of his robe and showed her the mark. Pandora smiled in delight.

“That’s great,” she told him, patting him on the shoulder. He didn’t respond, but she easily moved on. “I got mine, too, although it’s in a bit of a stranger place.”

She held up a hand and spread her fingers, showing off the blackened fingerprints of each. Evan smiled.

“That’s a pretty wicked place for a soulmate mark,” he said. If it was possible, she smiled even wider.

“I know!” she responded brightly. “Anyways, yesterday Reg and I convinced the house elves to make cinnamon rolls for us, so you better get a head start before I eat them all.”

Evan smiled again, and it eased the tightness in Barty’s chest a little. If Evan was smiling, then things were okay. Probably.

Except that it didn’t escape his notice that Evan purposefully put his bag on the seat next to him, creating a barrier between the two of them when Barty went to sit down. He shook it off; it most likely wasn’t a big deal.

Dorcas arrived sometime after that, wishing a cheerful “Happy birthday!” to both Evan and Pandora. They gave her a smile, Pandora’s noticeably less forced than Evan’s, and chorused a twin “thank you” back.

“So,” said Dorcas, sliding in right next to Reg, “can I see your guys’s soul marks? And have there been any… developments?” For a moment, it seemed as if her eyes slid towards Barty. Then they were gone.

“Mine’s here,” Pandora announced, holding her hand up. “And no developments. On anyone’s part.”

“And is that deliberate, or…?” Again, Dorcas’s eyes drifted from Pandora. This time, however, they latched onto Evan.

“Very deliberate,” Pandora smiled, but her eye twitched just slightly. “No matter how much I advise otherwise.”

“Right.” Dorcas nodded as if that conversation had made perfect sense. In fact, looking around the table, it appeared that he was the only one who was confused. Evan had flushed a light shade of red, and Regulus didn’t have much of an expression on his face, but there was a light of understanding in both of their eyes.

Was he the only one out of the loop?

“Well, can I at least see yours, Evan?” Dorcas asked, eyes running over him. On the tip of Barty’s tongue, the need to tell her to quit eyeing Evan like he was a piece of meat was sitting right there, but he pushed it down. There wasn’t any need to snap at Dorcas, especially on the twins’ birthday.

“It’s here.” Evan rolled up his sleeve once more. Filled with the urge to get another look at it, Barty craned his head to see it once more. It was a lot streakier than he remembered.

Almost absentmindedly, he reached up a hand to brush his left sleeve right where his own soulmate mark was. He dropped it as soon as he realized what he was doing, but across the table, Regulus had caught the gesture and was smirking at him in amusement. Barty flushed.

“That looks like my soul mark,” Dorcas was saying a ways down. “It’s all blurred, almost like you’re just going to run into hi—them.” She had started to say something else, but she corrected herself before getting very far. She brushed in off and continued. “Except that’s not very likely, seeing as it’s on the inside of your arm, but it does look like that.” Dorcas shrugged like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Anyways, how’re we feeling about being seventeen? Are you excited to be able to go home and still do magic?”

Immediately, Pandora started to gush about the experiments she was already planning on doing over the summer. Dorcas listened with rapt attention, but Barty turned his focus on Evan.

“Any idea of who Pandora’s soulmate is? Does she have any hopes for someone specific?” And then an awful thought occurred to him. “Do you have any hopes for someone specific?”

Evan picked at his food. “For me or for her?”

Barty had to swallow around a lump in his throat just to get the words out. “For you.”

“No, not really,” Evan muttered. Barty breathed out heavily.

“Good,” he said, and then, at Evan’s sharp look, “That’s good because then you won’t be disappointed if it’s not who you wanted.”

Evan’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, but then he dropped his gaze back down to his plate.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right about that,” he said, his voice carrying just a hint of sarcasm.

Barty frowned. He could usually tell what was going on in Evan’s head, but today there was something lurking deep beneath the surface, invisible even to him.

It’s okay, he assured himself. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.

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(Part 8 is here)

[jamessluttythighs]

oven - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 245  - 17 September

Regulus leaned against the kitchen counter with a mug of tea warming his fingers. The sky had been threatening to finally let the snow break through and grant them a white Christmas. 

“Careful, you’re gonna burn your hands”

Sirius scoffed, “Please, Reggie, I am the master at taking stuff out of the oven.”

“I refuse to drive you to the hospital if you get burned,” Regulus depanned.

The smell of cinnamon wafted through the room as Sirius placed the tray on the kitchen island. 

“What do you mean you wouldn’t date me, Moony?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow at Regulus as the voices crept closer to them. Regulus just shrugged.

“I don’t know, you’re just not my type.”

“Not your type? Look at me. I’m a delight,” James exclaimed, an incredulous look plastered on his face as he walked through the door frame decorated with mistletoe.

“I like them more rugged than you,” Remus smiled, curling one of his fingers through Sirius' belt loop, tugging him close, as he entered the kitchen.

Regulus smirked behind his tea, knowing that his best friend was just winding his boyfriend up.

“I can be rugged. Tell him I’m rugged, Reg,” James pouted, going to stand at Regulus’ side.

“Yes baby, this antler alice band makes you very rugged,” Regulus cooed while adjusting James’ hair. 

“Yeah Prongs, very rugged, I’d date you,” Sirius winked at him playfully. 

James rolled his eyes. “None of you ever take me seriously,” he whined.

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Characters as Midwestern / Southern Food I Think They'd Like

✩ Sam - Gooey Butter Cake

✩ Porter - Coleslaw

✩ Vincent - Toasted Ravioli

✩ David - Chili with Cinnamon Rolls

✩ Milo - Buckeyes

✩ Asher - Chicago Mix Popcorn

✩ Huxley - Tater Tot Hotdish

✩ Damien - Chili Mac

✩ Lasko - Scotcheroos

✩ Gavin - Sweet Cream Corn

✩ Camelopardalis - Sugar Cream Pie

✩ Vega - Morel Mushrooms

✩ Hush - Chocolate Potato Chips

✩ Avior - Deep Dish Pizza

✩ Regulus - Frog Legs

✩ Caelum - Puppy Chow

✩ Guy - Fried Cheese Curds

✩ Geordi - Cornbread

✩ Ollie - Biscuits and Gravy

✩ Ivan - Fried Okra

✩ Aaron - Burnt Ends

✩ Elliott - Hashbrown Casserole

✩ Blake - Apple Pie with Cheddar Cheese

✩ Brachium - Frozen Custard

✩ Kody - Meatloaf with Ketchup

✩ Anton - Cheeseburger Pie

✩ James - Watergate Salad

✩ Marcus - Fried Green Tomatoes

✩ Morgan - Beer Brats

[veritas-scribblings]

illegal - @moonwater-microfic - words: 735 | trying my hand at a different pairing cos @deathnguts's moonwater posts keep appearing on my feed | apologies for the essay in the tags | writing this was more fun than I thought it would be | [warnings: self-loathing, some implied internalised homophobia, if teenage boys were werewolves]

In the days leading up to the full moon, Remus feels it in his bones like a thousand hair-thin needles boring into him. The scent that lingers in the hallways. That has invaded the library and spread through the potions lab and lives in the wood and the stone. The scent that beckons to something dark and perversely primal in Remus.

He feels it penetrating his skin. The itch of it travelling through his gut. And sometimes, shamefully, lower and lower. It grows and grows until he feels full, almost bloated with it.

“You right there, mate?”

Remus cringes and grabs his bag and clutches it to his chest with a grip he’s surprised hasn’t crushed it to dust. James, for all his teenage boy-ness, can be annoyingly perceptive. Sometimes he gives Remus this sad, concerned look that implies he knows Remus has been staring where he should damned well not be staring.

Across the Great Hall at the boy with the head of curly black hair who’s always buried in a book. The one that travels with a damned impenetrable attaché that includes one Bartemius Crouch Junior with the (according to Sirius Black) “perfectly punchable face”.

If Remus has learnt anything about Slytherins, it’s that they’re fiercely territorial (and occasionally violent). And none more so than the attaché Regulus comes with, like Regulus is some sort of diplomat. Or prince, even.

Remus knows territorial. He knows it, because the wolf in him feels it in its soul. For his books. For his clothes. For his dormitory. For his friends.

Remus has learnt to channel this. To, for the most part, redirect those unnatural urges that centre themselves around his friends the closer and closer he gets to the full moon.

But those Slytherins. They wear territorial with pride, and Remus just knows that he will never be able to cross the boundaries they’ve so meticulously carved out alive. Or, at least, in one piece with all of his limbs attached where they should be.

“Thought you were going to meet me at the library?” Lily dumps her bag onto the grass next to where James and Sirius are laid ‘soaking up the sun’, according to Sirius.

“The library?” Sirius scoffs. “The library for what?”

“Not you, Black. Not everything’s about you.” Lily rolls her eyes and kicks Remus in the shin when he doesn’t acknowledge her. “Remus. Our study date?”

“Nonsense. I am the gravitational centre of this Earth, I’ll have you know.” Sirius flashes Lily an easy grin that everyone knows will roll off her like water. “Just ask McGonagall. Everything’s about me.”

“You know she was being sardonic when she said that…”

Remus can smell it again coming from across the lake, stronger and more distinct than any other scent around them: vanilla-ish, cinnamon-y and a touch Earthy, nutty. It shoots straight through him and hits him so hard in his groin that he has to pull his bag into his lap with a flush of shame.

Of course it does.

Of course it does.

And of course Regulus is there again surrounded by his friends (he’s always surrounded by his friends). Remus recognises the smell before he recognises the outline of him and the movements of his body that have a decidedly “child of the House Black” beauty and grace to them.

Only, Remus reminds himself, he would never go there. He would never try; he doesn’t need the humiliation.

And he would never break Sirius’s trust, no matter the dreams that plague him around the full moon. The things he does to himself to stave off the hunger when he wakes with every nerve in his body feral and inflamed. Not only because Sirius is a friend—a friend that Remus never, in his wildest imagination, could have ever possibly thought he’d be able to dream into reality—but also because Sirius has a reckless, terrifying fierceness about him. Sirius Black does not bear darkness or traitors lightly. And he’s made that more than clear to the world.

Remus just doesn’t know what’s worse. That he likes a boy. That the coming of the full moon fills him with filthy, lustful thoughts and urges for said boy. That said boy is Regulus Black.

Or that it’s really just a matter of time before his friends find out that his condition is not just a fun rollick in the forest once a month…

…but is something darker and much, much worse…

…and Remus finds himself alone again.

[gender-fluidbees]

regulus: eating a cinnamon roll james: Cannibalism. regulus: confused chewing noises