#regulus wants to run away and sirius tells him not to

[noblehouseofgay]

Sorted

Black Brothers microfic

Hurt/comfort

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Regulus sat at the slytherin table, eyes staring at nothing. Mind lost in a daze. He doesn't know when he started watching his brother across the hall, laughing with his idiot friends, but he can't seem to look away.

He was supposed to be with them. That's what Sirus had wanted. Regulus knew his brother hoped he would he sorted into gryffindor just like him. But Regulus can't be something he's not. He can't control where the hat placed him. But it didn't matter.

He remembered the look on his brother's face when the hat immediately called out slytherin. The disappointment. The betrayal. All over something Regulus had no say in. The hat didn't even give him a chance to argue.

Sirius hasn't spoken to him since it happened. Regulus has tried but his brother always manages to avoid him. How could he have lost him so easily? He's not like the rest of them...shouldn't Sirius believe that?

After twenty minutes of not touching his food, Regulus decided to leave the hall. It was too loud and too upsetting. He went and sat in an alcove near the library. He looked out at the night sky, the stars just beginning to appear.

He scans the sky and finds Sirius immediately. He sat looking at his brother's star, eyes tearing up a little. "What did I do wrong?" His voice small and quiet. "I- I didn't choose where i was sorted....I'm not brave like you.......but I'm not bad like them.......please don't think me like them....."

Two weeks pass. His brother still avoiding him. It hurts. It feels like he's lost him in a matter of days. Lost years of love. Years of secrets. Years of their childhood. Gone. Over a stupid hat.

Now all Regulus can do is watch from the outside. He should've seen this coming. Should've known he'd be sorted in a place that would disappoint his brother. Should've known those friends he made were Regulus' replacements. His sadness was bubbling into anger, something he hated feeling. But he couldn't help but be angry at his brother. Angry that he obviously doesn't trust Regulus. Doesn't trust that he's still the same little brother he was.

In his angry daze, he walked right into someone. He looks up at who he bumped into. It shouldn't be surprising with his luck, but he's shocked he managed to run into his brother with Sirius avoiding him like the plague. Regulus just stared at him, mouth dry, eyes wide. He couldn't speak. He wouldn't even know what to say.

Sirius broke the silence by clearing his throat. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." And with nothing more to say, he started to walk away.

Regulus felt like he had been stabbed.

Weeks of pure silence and that was all he gets?

He turned around, watching him leave. "Sirius-" he choked out.

Sirius paused, clearly hesitant. He turned back around to face his brother. "What, Reg?" He sighed.

"I-" Regulus had his brother. He wasn't ignoring him. He had to use this. "Why have you been avoiding me?" He tried to keep his voice level. "I didn't choose slytherin. I got put there. But you've been acting like I did it on purpose." He felt his eyes sting. "I'm not brave like you. I was never going to be in your house. But I'm still your brother. At least I want to be..."

Sirius sighed. "Reg..."

"What? Tell me, Sirius. Tell me what I did wrong. Tell me why you've given up on me so easily." Regulus was lucky nobody else was in the hall. He felt the words coming out before he could think about what they were. "Can't you for one second think of me as my own person rather than the house I'm in? Why does it matter so much?"

Sirius shuffled his feet. "I just hoped things would be different."

Regulus stared at Sirius, eyes wide and full of disbelief. "Different? Different?! I'm sorry, I wasn't aware things changed so much in a single month of school! Though you wouldn't know since you've been nowhere near me!" He was shouting now.

"How am I supposed to trust that you're different? That you won't be like them??"

"Because you know me!!" Regulus' voice broke. Silence echoed. "At least you're supposed to..."

He couldn't hold back the tears anymore, a few slipping down his cheeks.

"Please, Siri...I'm still me..."

Sirius' face faltered, softening a little. He sighed, walking towards his brother. He pulled him into a hug.

Regulus' breath hitched, trying not to choke out tears, as he relaxed into his brother.

"I'm sorry, Reggie...really, I am. I just...I got scared that they'd gotten to you in the year I was gone."

Regulus buried his face into Sirius. "They did...a lot...but I-...I get to be here...for now...and I don't want to be them...I want to be me."

He could feel Sirius lightly smiling. "You be you, Reggie...you be you."

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"I needed you."

Sirius didn't turn to look at the boy staring right at them from across the astronomy tower, instead focusing on the distant stars. Stars that far away couldn't hurt them, couldn't need them, couldn't touch them and ask for just a little attention, advice, a hand to hold. Sirius knew any hand that clutched their own would fall and they'd be left in tears, all alone again.

"I still need you."

Sirius gritted their teeth, and gripped the bottle beside them. Regulus was an idiot, for that. He should know Sirius was unreliable, flimsy, incapable of helping. No matter how hard they'd try, their hand could never hold anyone. Not even themselves.

"Tell me to run away."

Sirius had to force themselves not to turn at that. Regulus running away? Leaving Grimmauld place? The idea... Sirius wanted to say yes. To tell their brother he could stay at the Potter's with them, or they could get their own flat, maybe even Andy would take him in. But what did that mean for Regulus? Would he become just like them? A worthless, friendless, alcoholic, lonely, disowned, family-less, spending every day and night regretting every decision he ever made? Would he kill himself? Sirius had wanted to, almost tried to but they had Regulus to stop them in the end. But with their positions switched? Sirius couldn't save anyone, he only destroyed them. And Regulus running away would destroy him, no matter how hard they tried to help, they'd be killing their brother.

"Don't. Don't run away", they heard the words coming out their sore throat.

Regulus swallowed dryly, "I'll die there, Sirius", his voice cracked.

Sirius restrained themselves from turning, "It'll kill you to leave."

Regulus collapsed right next to Sirius, pulling their face towards his and inspecting them.

Searching their eyes, Regulus frowned, "You look dead."

The corner of Sirius' lip tilted upwards, "exactly."

Regulus turned to the sky, "you're the brightest in the sky."

Sirius seemed to shrink inwards, "not anymore. Not after everything."

"You still are to some people... to the Potters, Pettigrew, Lupin."

Sirius snorted, bringing the bottle to their lips, "Definitely not Remus anymore. Think he hates me more than Snivellus now."

Regulus huffed, standing back up, "You don't think I should run away like you did?"

Sirius gave him a mocking smile, tilting their head and gesturing to themselves, "you like what you see? Think it did me any good, running away?"

"Do you regret it, then?"

"Every so often."

Regulus backed into the wall, closing his eyes in frustration, "What if I turn out worse if I stay there? What if I become just like our parents?"

Sirius threw the empty bottle down the tower and got out a fag and lighter, "You're too good for that, Reggie. You're the heart of the lion, the king of the stars and the jungle and fucking everything. All you gotta do is outlive our dear old parents and bam! You're rich and can do whatever the fuck you want!"

Regulus winced at the yelling, "Why didn't you do that then?"

Sirius sighed, looking back at the stars again, "Cause I'm a screw up, Reggie", he turned back to their brother, "But you're not. You're the best of us. Always will be."

"...I wanted to be just like you when we were younger. You seemed so free, brave, and recklessly happy; fighting like a soldier for something I could never work out."

Sirius snorted, "A pointless fight."

"I think you're still fighting it", Regulus hummed.

Sirius stubbed the cigarette, "I'm glad our parents didn't completely ruin you."

Regulus sat back down, "I guess that means maybe I can survive them, stay there to inherit everything and change the Black name."

"There ya go, Reggie", Sirius ruffled his hair, "Our great king saving us all."

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chill - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 368 - CW: slight mention of Walbuga Black's A+ parenting

Regulus Black has always run cold. Since childhood, he'd suffered from chills and needed extra blankets, even in the middle of summer. His friends even complained about his cold hands; of course he made jokes about them matching his cold heart.

But now, it had gotten worse. A side-effect of one too many Cruciatus Curses, Regulus was always freezing. And it wasn't his fault that James Potter was a fucking furnace.

He noticed it quite early on, almost immediately after coming to stay with the Potters. That heat seemed to emanate off of Potter in waves. And at first, he tried to ignore it. Mostly because Potter was obnoxious and irritating. But also because it was weird. Who thought about their brother's best friend's body heat?

But he also found himself drawn to it. Drawn to him. As if Potter's heat could somehow chase away the coldness that had resided deep in Regulus's soul.

He avoided doing anything about it, though. At least for a little while.

Until one day, he found himself sitting next to Potter on the couch. Sirius was away getting more popcorn before they watched another Muggle film, and he and Potter were completely alone.

And then the other boy shifted, accidentally touching their legs together.

"Merlin!" he yelped, staring at Regulus with wide eyes. "Reg, you're freezing!"

He wanted to roll his eyes and tell him it was no big deal. That he was always like this. But before he could say a word, he found himself positively trapped in a cocoon of blankets, Potter's arm around his waist, pulling him close.

"Better?" the older boy asked, concern on his face.

And fuck. Plastered to Potter's side, heart beating wildly in his chest, he'd never felt so warm. He felt like he was finally thawing. "Yes," he murmured, looking down.

But as he relaxed into Potter's arm, a deep sense of relaxation overtook him, the sensation of warmth and comfort something he hadn't felt in ages. Maybe ever.

He allowed his head to rest on Potter's shoulder, and he swore he felt the other boy's arm tighten around his waist. Perhaps Potter was drawn to him, too.

He was asleep before Sirius returned.

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⋆｡˙ 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

[ellecdc]

✋🏻 i have a request

so i’m a loudmouth, a D1 yapper if you will. could you maybe please write something with a yapper reader who just gets quiet and flustered in regulus’s presence?

like she’ll be going on about the randomest thing and regulus walks by and her mouth snaps shut and her face gets bright red.

hiiiii! I decided to pair this with two anonymous requests for our dear reggie too! prompt 2: I was thinking maybe a Potter! Reader who is in the same year as Regulus and has a huge crush on him, she just kind of watches him from a distance, here comes James and Sirius noticing and they try to set her up with Reggie prompt 3: I was wondering if I could get a regulus x reader where regulus is like close to the marauders and then Reggie gains like a crush on reader and the marauders find out and like kinda spy on them but like not well and maybe it ends in Reggie asking reader out

Regulus Black x Potter!reader who has a 'big fat crush' on Reggie

CW: sibling squabbles, this was hard for me to write for some reason so I'm sorry if it reads awkwardly!

“I’m just saying, if you didn’t want your essay to go up in flames, maybe you should have spent less time talking about which of your classmates were ‘filthy blood traitors’, and more time making sure I couldn’t point my wand at your parchment, you know?” You asked rhetorically as James and Sirius roared with laughter. 

“How far along was he in his essay?” Peter asked with a low chuckle before taking another bite of his lunch.

“Oh, he was done. He probably should have handed it in instead of running his mouth.” You said with a proud smirk as your brother roughly patted you on the back, letting out another bark of laughter. 

“I would have paid good money to see the look on his face.” Sirius said as he wiped fake tears away from under his eyes. 

“Find me a pensieve, Black, and I’ll show you.” You offered with a wink before remembering something.  “Oh! James, I meant to tell you; I heard from Janey who heard from Cromwell who heard from Collins whose sister works at Honeydukes that they’re having a sale on those caramel sugar quills that-”

“-Lily likes so much!” James finished for you. “My hero! Thank you!” He said as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your head.

You feigned disgust and rubbed it off before continuing. “If you want, I can ask Janey to ask Cromwell to ask Collins to ask his sister to put some aside for you?”

“I’d owe you my life.” He responded solemnly. 

“Chocolate frogs will suffice.” 

“Consider it done.” 

“I’d like chocolate frogs too, Prongs.” Remus offered then.

“What have you done to help me win over the girl of my dreams, Moony?” James countered. 

“I’ve not told her about the time you screamed like an ickle little first year when you found Fenwick’s toad in your shoe.” Remus replied plainly.

“Why do they have to have warts!?” James groaned miserably as he remembered his toad assault. 

“The bumps aren’t actually warts, Jamie; they’re glands. They contain a toxin that they will secrete if they feel threatened.” You explained.

James blinked at you owlishly before shaking his head in disgust. “That doesn’t make me feel any better.” 

“Hello, Sirius.” Regulus’ voice interrupted then, standing stiffly behind Sirius as he looked around the group of you. “Lupin, Pettigrew…Potter’s.” 

“‘Sup, Reggie?” Sirius responded easily.

“‘Lo, baby Black! What brings you to the red side of the Great Hall?” James asked then, earning him a glare from the younger Black brother.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Well that just makes me want to call you that even more.” James admitted.

“What brings you to the Gryffindor table?” Remus repeated with a knowing smirk.

“Can’t I just come say hello to my brother?” He asked defensively. 

“You could, but would you?” Sirius asked sceptically then.

Sirius and Regulus stared at each other in silence before Regulus finally sighed. 

“Potter, erm… Y/N, I was wondering if you’ve finished Professor Sprout’s essay about the proper propagation of venomous tentacula’s?” 

At the following silence, James turned to notice you staring at Regulus in what appeared to be abject horror before you slowly nodded your head. 

“How, uhm… how many feet of parchment did it end up being?” Regulus continued awkwardly; his eyes flitting between you and his brother. 

The group watched as you opened your mouth a few times only to close it again - not unlike some socially awkward fish - before clearing your throat. 

“Erm…I think it’s about four feet.”

Regulus seemed relieved by your answer and nodded in understanding. “Good, mine is about that as well.”

James looked between his friends, his sister, and his best friend’s little brother after a few moments when it became clear that no one was going to say anything else.

“Was…was that all, Regulus?” Peter asked then, clearly agreeing with James that lunch had quickly become painfully awkward. 

Regulus seemed to look at you first, only responding when you kept your gaze down at the wood grain of the table. 

“I suppose so. I’ll see you lot around.” 

And with that, the Slytherin boy hurried back to his side of the Great Hall.

James’ eyes only left Regulus’ form when he heard a miserable groan escape your lips as you let your head fall to the table with a thunk.

“What the fuck was that?” Sirius and James questioned at the same time.

“I’ve gotta go.” You muttered miserably as you gathered your bag and stood from the Gryffindor bench.

“Where?!” James called after you. 

“To run away with the fucking centaurs at this point!” You called back before disappearing through the doors. 

“Since when does Regulus come to say hi to you, Pads?” Peter asked then, still watching Regulus from across the hall who now had his eyes glued to the door. 

Sirius, who up until that point looked just as bemused as Peter did, had a look of understanding dawn on his face. 

“Merlin’s beard.” He hissed as he smacked James in the arm from across the table.

“Ow! What? What? Why are you hitting me?” James called as he rubbed his arm protectively. 

“When was the last time you saw Y/N be reduced to awkward silence?” He asked then.

“At mum and dads fundraising gala when that wizard from Witch Weekly attended.” James answered quickly; knowing that one of his sister’s greatest strengths was her ability to talk (especially when it helped get them all out of trouble). “Though she’s been doing it an awful lot lately.”

“Like when you coerced Regulus into joining us at the Three Broomsticks last weekend.” Remus offered.

James nodded. “And when I made her come with me to scout the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin game last Monday.” 

“And when Regulus just happened to be looking for a Herbology textbook when she was studying in the Herbology section of the library.” Remus continued.

“Godric’s balls.” Peter breathed out, looking towards Sirius incredulously. “You’re not suggesting-”

“-that our littlest Potter has a big fat crush on the littlest Black? I sure am.” Sirius said smugly. 

“I don’t think she’s the only one with a ‘big fat crush’.” Remus added, nodding towards Regulus who was chewing aggressively on his lip, still looking in the direction you just went.

“Oh my Godric.” James hissed as he turned towards Sirius excitedly. “Oh my Godric, Pads! We’d be real life actual brother’s-in-law!” 

“I’m going to walk Reggie down the aisle.” Sirius added wistfully as he clutched at his chest. 

“Merlin and Morgana. They can’t even make it through a sodding conversation; stop planning their wedding.” Remus muttered as he turned a page in his book. 

James let out an incredibly dramatic gasp as he looked at Remus. “You’re right. We have to do something!” 

“What do you say, boys? Up for some mischief for the greater good?” Sirius asked with a perfectly arched eyebrow. 

“Operation turn Potter Black!” James cheered to the group, causing the three boys to look at him in various levels of bemusement and discomfort.

“Erm, Prongs…” Peter started.

“Absolutely fucking not.” Remus added.

“We can’t call it that.” Sirius agreed. 

“We’ll circle back to it.” James said as he stood from the table.

Sirius shared a slightly panicked look with the other two Marauders before standing as well. “No…no James, we really can’t call it that.” 

“It’ll be a placeholder until you guys think of something better!”

“Anything would be better.” Peter whined as they all trailed out of the Great Hall in the name of mischief. 

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“Quick! You’ve got to see what we’ve planned.” James had said to you as he grabbed you roughly by your arm outside of Transfiguration and hauled you in the direction of the library.

You allowed him to nearly drag you through the courtyard and into the central haul; apologising to students that you nearly collided with in his haste. 

“But…what did McLaggen do? Why are you pranking him?” You asked breathlessly as the two of you made it to the library doors.

“The bloke’s a prick, Trouble, do keep up.” Sirius called as you met up with him. 

The two boys ushered you through stacks of books towards the end of the library that held private study rooms when Remus and Peter materialised from a row of shelves.

“He’s coming!” Peter squeaked as Remus quickly redirected the three of you. 

“That way, quickly.” 

Knowing better than to question Remus, you allowed James to guide you by the shoulder towards one of the private study rooms in order to hide from McLaggen as he walked into their trap. 

Except…

Except no sooner had Sirius opened the door did James bodily shove you into the room before they slammed the door behind you.

“Wha- James!” You shouted as you heard him cast a locking charm and a muffliato around the door. 

“What are they up to now?” A tired voice sounded from behind you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you realised what they had done, praying to every deity that the voice didn’t belong who you thought it belonged to. 

But of course, the deities didn’t give a bowtruckles arse about you, so you turned on the spot to see Regulus Black sitting at the end of the table looking at you with a sceptical expression and one perfectly arched brow. 

Godric, he was beautiful.

“Making my life hell.” You answered despondently. 

Regulus offered you a tight lipped smile as he nodded in understanding. “Ah, so, regular brother stuff then?”

You breathed out a chuckle as you nodded, trying once more at the door before giving up in your efforts to escape. 

“What did you do to get yourself locked in a room with me?” He asked then, fiddling with the tomes and notes in front of him.

“Had the audacity to be born into the Potter family, I guess.” You muttered.

Regulus made a non-committal sound as he considered you. “I’m sure a lot of people would have loved the honour.”

Your face softened as you looked at the Slytherin boy. “I know they’ve asked you already, but you should come, you know? I know Sirius would love it if you did, and my parents would too.” 

Regulus nodded slowly at you, though he never moved his gaze from your eyes. “I wouldn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?”

Regulus smiled ruefully then. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t get the impression that you like me very much.”

You stood there with your mouth agape like some mute opera singer. “Okay, I’ll correct you then; you’re very wrong Regulus Black.”

“Oh, I’m very wrong, am I?” 

“Horribly so, I’m afraid; I can’t believe you’d even say such a thing.” You continued haughtily; finally sitting down in a chair across from him. 

“Well, you see, everyone is always telling me how much of a chatterbox you are, yet you never seem too keen on chatting with me. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ve exchanged more words with Mulciber at this point.” He teased.

“The most I ever talk to Mulciber is to tell him to go fuck himself!”

A divot formed between his brows as he tilted his head in confusion. “Is that not just your love language? I’ve heard you say the exact same thing to Potter and my brother.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned back in your chair. “Touche” 

Regulus smirked at you then. “So, why don’t you talk to me?”

You let out a heaving sigh and looked to the ceiling. 

You were trapped, and you knew why you were trapped, and you figured there was no use in pretending that you didn’t. 

“I suppose I find you a little…nerve wracking.” You settled for, figuring that telling him you thought he was so handsome that even standing within his vicinity seemed to short circuit not only your brain but somehow your entire nervous system would perhaps be a little much. 

“Oh good.” He responded, sounding truly relieved by your answer. “I thought it was only me.”

What? You thought stupidly.

“What?” You asked stupidly. 

“I find you a little nerve wracking too.” He responded.

“Me?” 

“You.”

“Why?” You nearly shrilled before remembering yourself and feeling immediately embarrassed for your theatrics.

“Well, I suppose for the same reasons you find me nerve wracking?” Regulus offered. “You’re really quite pretty, Y/N.” 

You swear to all of the gods that your brain made an audible record scratch sound at that moment as you tried to compute what he had said to you. 

He called you pretty, that much went without interpretation. But did he just insinuate that he knew you thought he was pretty?

“You do know that, right?” He asked, shaking you from your internal spiralling. 

“Know what?”

Regulus smirked then. “That you’re pretty?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms petulantly. “Of course I knew that; I just wasn’t aware that you did, too.” 

“Ah,” He started with a smile. “My apologies, I’ll make it more obvious that I find you attractive going forward.”

“Thank you.” You huffed.

“You’re very welcome.”

The two of you allowed a semi-comfortable silence to lap as he continued watching you and you continued looking anywhere else but him.

“So,” He interrupted eventually. “What now?” 

You tapped your arms in thought. “Now I figure out how to get back at my meddlesome brother.” 

Regulus hummed as he nodded his head. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Yeah…hey, do you happen to know where I could find a toad or two?”

“Yes, actually. I’m quite certain Evan and Barty are breeding some in the dungeons.” He answered with a look of ill-hidden discomfort at the thought.

“Do you think they’d let me borrow some?”

“Well that depends; would they be used for chaos and/or destruction?”

“Yes.” You responded quickly.

“Oh, well then absolutely.” He quipped back.

He smiled and held your gaze before leaning on his arms against the table. “How about this? I’ll ask Barty and Evan for some of their toads, if you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend.”

You narrowed your eyes as you pretended to think about it before extending your hand across the table. “Deal.”

He shook your hand as he offered you a crooked smile before leaning back into his seat.

The door popped open just enough for your brother to poke his traitorous head in. “Are you guys in love yet?”

He barely had time to pull his head out of the frame and shut the door as you hurled your book bag at him; the blunt force instrument you had hoped would at the very least incapacitate your brother simply thudding against the wall before falling to the ground in a sad heap.

“You know he’s just going to keep you locked in here longer for that, right?” Regulus asked you then.

You made a non-committal sound as you settled back into your chair. “Perhaps that isn't such a bad thing.”

[t1oui]

james potter is sixteen the first time he looks at regulus black and sees the most beautiful boy in the world.

he is sixteen when lily's slytherin girlfriend, pandora, leans in as she passes behind him on her way to the supply cupboard in potions and whispers, "chocolate frogs are his favorite."

he's sixteen when he spends a full day walking around hogsmeade with regulus, neither of them saying much and both of them wanting the day to continue. "this isn't a date," regulus insists. "not till i leave my parents."

and sirius said he would never do it.

james is sixteen when regulus first sends him a wink that makes his knees go weak, and he's sixteen when the smallest touch sends shocks through his spine.

"don't hurt my brother," sirius tells him through a bitten-back grin.

"don't get too attached," regulus tells him through a too-sweet smirk.

the black brothers, peter told him once, getting all philosophical as he does, they'll be the death of you. james doesn't think that'd be so bad.

james is sixteen when gryffindor loses the quidditch cup to slytherin. he runs across the field to regulus, but when he goes in for a hug, regulus pulls back, smiling.

"not yet, mon amour," he says, and it's not until marlene dumps her water bottle on his head fifteen minutes later that james fully comes to.

james is sixteen when he goes home for the summer before his seventh year and regulus squeezes his hand before he leaves the train. "soon," he says, and then he's gone. james curls into remus and prays that this means what he thinks it does.

it's a week away from his seventeenth birthday when the owl comes, bringing with it a letter in regulus's perfect scrawl reading, i did it. see you on the first. james spends the entire evening telling first an exhausted sirius and then is mum about all the dates he'll take regulus on once they're together.

james is seventeen on the first of september, and when regulus jumps into his arms, it feels like coming home.

[ultravioletbrit]

“rumor” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 375 words

Gossip spreads faster than fiendfyre at Hogwarts, so it’s no surprise that the rumor about James and Regulus is all over the school by the end of the day. When James walks into the Great Hall for dinner, all eyes are on him instantly and whispers break out all around him as he walks over to the Gryffindor table. He sits down across from Sirius and tries to keep his head down, but he can feel Sirius’ eyes on him, so he looks up at his friend and immediately regrets it. James has seen Sirius’ glare before but never directed at him and it’s so intense it actually makes him flinch back a bit.

“It’s…” James barely gets a sound out before Sirius cuts him off.

“My baby brother, James?” His voice is threateningly low.

“It didn’t actually happen, Sirius.” James tries to defend himself.

“Not that I didn’t want it to.” James hears Regulus say. He didn’t even notice Regulus walk up behind him and he whips around to look at him.

“What does that mean?” Sirius asks and James turns back to him.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what that means, Sirius.” Regulus says casually, completely unaffected by Sirius’ murderous glare.  

James turns again and just as he makes eye contact with Regulus he leans down and kisses James on the cheek. Despite all the eyes on him and Sirius’ glare burning into the back of his head, James can’t help but close his eyes and sigh a little.

“Meet me in the locker room after dinner. We can finish what we started.” Regulus whispers with a smirk then just turns and walks away.

That boy will be the death of me. James thinks as he slowly turns back around only to meet Sirius’ glare again. Nope, Sirius will quite literally be the death of me. James corrects himself.

Sirius stands up slowly giving James just enough time to get a bit of a head start. He runs out of the Great Hall but slows down as he’s passing Regulus and kisses him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you after dinner.” He tells him.

“NO, YOU WILL NOT!” Sirius yells and James starts running again.

James is pretty sure he knows what the gossip will be tomorrow.   

[aithusarosekiller]

Modern au where the black brothers reconcile and slowly build up their relationship again so Sirius (who obviously knows James thinks Reg is fit) warns James not to make a move on Regulus until he says he can because they don't want to jeopardise the brothers' bond while it's still tentative and 'clearly Regulus isn't ready for that yet' (wrong but out of love and worry, Sirius always sees him as a weak idiot regardless of the universe)

Almost immediately that rule is disregarded when Regulus figures out James can't look away from him and decides to make a move. They start dating but haven't told anybody yet because they still haven't found their feet yet and want a while to figure it all out first and let Sirius warm up to the idea of James flirting with him first. Time goes on and it gets increasingly more serious until it's completely spiralled out of control and they're planning to move in together while still having not gone public with it. Sirius still hasn't said he's okay with it so they haven't told him either and they've held it off for so long that now it just feels useless to think about.

They end up getting in a huge fight over absolutely nothing and have the ugliest, messiest breakup either of them have ever been through. They're bitter and angry and trying not to make it too obvious. Naturally, the first thing Regulus is going to do is run to Sirius to tell him that James had started a relationship with him and fucked it up before James was able to tell him himself. His plan is to get Sirius firmly on his side and make him yell at James because he is dedicated to being aggressively petty to him now.

This plan fails when Sirius instead chooses to spend his time trying to get them back together because now he really thinks about it they're kind of perfect

It's not the response either of them are anticipating but it works in the long run because they end up getting increasingly more bitter and teaming up against Sirius, which forces them to talk and get over themselves

[asmo-d3us]

Marauders Era characters as Teachers

Professor (James) Potter - P.E. Teacher

Is definitely the type of PE teacher who pushes the boys to their limits and goes gentle with the girls.

This is until Regulus tells him to stop this habit and treat them the same way bc it isn’t fair.

The girls + Sirius, Barty, and Remus all voice their opinions on this and tell James he’s being an idiot and he’s being sexist and this seems to snap him back into reality.

He’s so gullible and it’s so easy for everyone to lie to him. If it’s time to run, you can approach him and say that you’re on your period and he’d immediately allow you to sit down.

He’d offer you pads, comfort, heating blanket, etc. (he has these things for Regulus). It’s kind of funny because you can literally be a man and still use a period as an excuse and he would still believe you because he’d think you’re trans or smth.

When he’s walking through the halls, he’s usually always accompanied by one of his friends, or Regulus. Students find him hot bc of his figure since he is a PE teacher.

Professor (Sirius) Lupin - Foreign Language (French) Teacher

He likes teaching this because he’s fluent in French and it means he doesn’t have to do shit he just lounges around all day in his desk, calling Professor Lupin whenever he pleases.

Is the type of teacher to start talking, realize no one is listening, and sit down on top of a desk and cross his arms like, “Alright! I’ll wait!”

When he speaks French he sounds hot so the girls (and some boys) in the class start giggling amongst themselves.

Will ignore students he doesn’t like if they raise their hand. Will also always welcome teachers in to his classroom on the daily; Remus, Lily, Regulus, James, etc. shit, even barty and evan.

Wears rings and jewelry, shows off his tattoos, and wears very seductive clothes like see-through shirts with a scratchy material, yk? Students giggle often times bc Remus usually spits out his coffee when Mr. Sirius Lupin enters his classroom oh-so suddenly.

Professor (Remus) Lupin - The Science Teacher

This man teaches physics, biology, chemistry, botany, physical science, geology, you name it.

Students flirt with him and he's just fucking oblivious and thinks they're just being kind. Sirius witnesses this one time and he death glares at the child, who then starts crying.

The type of teacher that offers tutoring after school even though Sirius planned a date with him. Sometimes it feels like he values teaching more than Siri and instead of being upset about it, it just makes Sirius love him more.

He has a slim figure and veiny yet also big hands and people ogle at him without shame in the halls. Sirius growls at them so they look away and Remus just thinks he’s acting weird like always.

The type of teacher to take away your phone if he sees you using it during class. Sirius doesn’t do this cause he’s chill, and James wants to do it but he’s scared to do it, lmao.

Professor Pettigrew - Home Economics Teacher

He’s the short, chubby and single home ec teacher and it’s just perfect.

He’s amazing at cooking and his class is usually a class for queer people and making people who are ‘different’ feel like they belong there.

Some students (usually those who aren’t in home ec) don’t like him and make fun of him because of his weight and him being single and always left out, and it always gets to his head and he starts lashing out and distancing himself from his friends because of it.

Will not take away anyone’s phone, nor will he tell them to put it away. This is home economics, there are no rules! (Other than reading instructions obviously..)

When walking in the halls, he catches the eyes of many students that either love him or hate him, no in-between. Some students wonder why any one of the teachers hangs out with him and it affects him really badly.

Professor (Lily) Macdonald - World/Popular Literature (English) Teacher

Her and Regulus are best buds. They always make their classes do projects together just so they hang out.

Has a section of the room that has things kids might not have at home like pads, tampons, deodorant, socks, etc.

She runs the library alongside Pandora, and occasionally Remus + Regulus.

Some students ship her and James together. That is until they find out Regulus is actually married to James and Lily’s last name is actually Evans before she married Mary.

She’s the teacher that students approach during passing period just to talk to her cause she’s badass and cool. She’s kind of like the counselor of the school, she’s always there for free therapy.

Professor (Mary) Macdonald - Business Law/Management Teacher

Idk she just seems like she’d be a smart ass abt the topic.

Would feel like she’s Einstein and she’s teaching kids smth amazing but none of them give a shit or they’re just crying silently in the corner bc wtf.

Always wears suits to school so she seems very formal and modest and Lily is on her knees every damn time.

The type of teacher to take your phone away and send it to the principles office on the first warning.

Always visits Lily’s classroom to give her her lunch so she eats and isn’t tired and pale by the end of the day.

When seen in the halls, students admire her bc they want to be like her or bc she’s drop dead beautiful.

Professor (Marlene) Meadows - (Computer Science) Animation & Video Game Development Teacher

I feel like she’d just enjoy the fact that it has games included in the job, and bc it’s technology.

She would act like she’s teaching but she’s actually bullying little kids on Roblox.

Every single student knows that Dorcas is married to her bc they aren’t ashamed to show their love for each other. The students actually look up to their love and value their worth so much to the point where they don’t fall for horrible people (I think some of us need that).

She doesn’t take phones away and if she does, she always gives it back and gives them a second chance.

When seen in the hallways, she usually receives high-fives and fist bumps from the students. She thinks it’s because she’s an amazing teacher but it’s actually bc she’s so absorbed in her video games during class that she doesn’t notice the kids on their phones and AirPods.

Professor (Dorcas) Meadows - She actually teaches two different types of classes: all types of Visual Arts, and multiple types of Vocational Education

She has so much knowledge about art and wood making and design so you know for a fact that her outfits devour every damn day.

The ‘cool’ and ‘chill’ teacher.

Gives the best advice to students, alongside Pandora ofc.

Explains everything strictly yet with a matching side of fun, and the students either enjoy her classes or don’t mind it bc it’s easily taught and it’s not hard to understand.

When seen in the halls or around school, the students usually ask her for advice on smth or abt class and she’s always there to help. She’s usually always followed around by Marlene at these times so it’s quite cute to see.

Professor Black - The Performing Arts (Music Theory & Piano) teacher, accompanied by The Math (Statistics & Calculus) Teacher

This suits so perfectly omg wait I’m having a fangirling moment-

Whenever he teaches the piano he sometimes gets carried away and starts inventing his own music?? Many students always tell him to write his own songs and he always bashfully declines.

Him being the math teacher can sometimes be overwhelming but if he notices that you are struggling pretty badly to the point where you might have a mental breakdown, he’ll give you some tutoring or some advice that really helps.

Always brings snacks to school for James since he forgets to eat.

Is always around Professors Barty and Evan. Is never seen without one of those two.

Students don’t really approach him in the halls since they’re kind of intimidated?..but some of them wave and say hi! One brave soul gave Reg a fist bump and he didn’t react at all to it so people began doing it to him 😭.

Professor (Barty) Rosier - The Dance Teacher & sometimes joins Professor James during PE..

Oh lord..💀

This man teaches any and every dance. Ballet? Yes! Hip-hop? Of course! Latin? Sure! (He also has a side job of a stripper! Evan both loves this and hates it.)

When he assists James during PE, it’s always just him flirting with the fellow Professor and James just being an embarrassed and flustered dude.

Evan sometimes watches Barty dance and teach students because he looks so passionate and free when doing so, and it’s really the only time he ever shows affection to other kids (other than their own)

When girls see him in the halls they faint, and when boys see them in the halls they’re filled with awe.

Professor (Evan) Rosier - Teaches AP classes + English (Poetry & World Literature)

He’s just a smartass. Being a smartass is his (and regulus’) favorite thing.

He’s the only teacher who teaches AP classes in the whole marauders era.

Him and Pandora are VERY intelligent and capable of going SO far.

When teaching AP, he is serious and strict. When teaching English, he is humorous and playful.

Always visits Barty in passing periods/free periods and just admires him if he has class (when students see this they always melt from the affection), or walks with him around the garden the school has.

The kids usually give him fist bumps and high-fives, some of them ask for hugs. He’s not a big fan of hugs but ever since having kids and being friends with the marauders, things have…changed.

Professor (Pandora) Lovegood - Teaches Chemistry & Social Studies (Psychology, Cultural Anthropology, Sociology, and Women’s Studies).

She’s so amazing. I love her.

The chemistry one is obvious I mean it’s literally her cause of death.

She teaches Social Studies bc she claims it’s the other half of Evan since he teaches English and it just..works.

Their classrooms are right next to each other so the door between both is always open and they always teach both classes together, it’s so fun. Evan effortlessly continues Pandora’s Social Studies/Chemistry lesson if she’s using the bathroom and vice versa.

She always gives out crystals and spiritual items to her students (if they’re okay with it), usually when she senses bad energy or negative vibes.

Also the type of teacher that students approach during passing period and stuff bc she’s so nice and adorable and the best to talk to.

She runs the library with Lily, and occasionally Reg + Remus. She also gets mixed up quite often with her twin brother. The only thing different between them being Evan’s short hair, and Pandora’s motherly voice.

[metalomagnetic]

Any chance you can share an excerpt of the Harry/Sirius fic you have planned? 🥺

“That’s teenage years for you, kid; you’re always angry.”

Harry frowns. “You think that’s all there is to it?”

“Sure. I was that way, too.”

“Was?” Harry asks, and he’s finally smiling. A tiny thing, frail, but it’s a smile. “Seems like you’re still going through your teenage years, then.”

“Cheeky bastard.” Sirius swats him over the head, playfully.

The frail smile turns into a grin. There’s a mischievous side to Harry, buried deep under the trauma, the burden of being the Boy Who Lived.

Harry reaches for the bottle again. “Gross,” he shudders, making a face after he swallows. “Does it get better? The taste?”

“Eventually,” Sirius says, opening a second bottle, now that he relinquished the first to Harry. “You get used to it.”

He got Regulus drunk in this very room some twenty years before.

His mother sighs in his head. She sounds resigned.

“How about those?” Harry nods at the pack of cigarettes Mundungus snuggled in for Sirius. “Will you teach me?”

“Not much to teach,” Sirius says, giving Harry a fag, taking one for himself.

He lights them with his wand and tells Harry to breathe the smoke in.

Predictably, he chokes.

“Being a bad boy isn’t easy, Harry,” Sirius mocks.

“It’s disgusting,” Harry wheezes, still choking, but when he calms he tries again, to the same result.

By the time he finishes, Harry grows even paler, says he’s a bit dizzy.

How innocent he is; how young. Sirius remembers the first time he smoked, that dizziness Harry speaks of.

He was thirteen, and life was good, even if it didn’t feel like it. Now he wishes he could go back to those times.

Would you abandon us again? If you could go back, would you still betray us? the voices demand.

“I’ll teach you to ride a bike,” Sirius promises. “Next summer. I’ll buy one. Miss riding, anyway.”

“Drinking, smoking, riding bikes, moping around in corners, being angry- what else is on the requirement list for being a bad boy?”

“I don’t mope around,” Sirius argues. “And never in corners. I brood in full view of everyone.”

Harry laughs. It might be the whiskey, but there’s some colour returning to his face. He almost looks alive.

He’ll die, eventually. Everyone around you dies, brother.

Regulus was always a spoilsport.

“Alright, alright. Brooding, then. What else?”

“Fucking,” Sirius says, just to embarrass him, and it works like a charm. Harry goes red, instantly. “Can’t be a bad boy if you don’t fuck around.”

Harry looks away. He runs his fingers through his hair again, making it stick out more than usual. It still doesn’t remind him of James.

When James did it, there was intention behind it. He liked his hair like that, and he knew some girls liked it, too.

When Harry does it, there’s nothing intentional about it. It screams of insecurity, something that wasn’t in James’ vocabulary.

“Well,” Harry says, so red he’s turning purple. “You’ll have to teach me how to do that, too.”

A warning rings in Sirius’ head.

Don’t poke at it, his mother advises him. Leave it be, Sirius.

Sirius never listened to her, so he won’t start now.

“You know girls that won’t mind your godfather joining you for a bit of fun?” Sirius teases. “Why, Harry, you’re already running with a bad crowd in that case.” Harry snorts, gulps more whiskey. “I barely know any girls at all,” he mumbles. “But I’m sure no girl would say no to you; it’s more likely they’ll protest to me, really.”

“First lesson,” Sirius says. “No self-depreciating jokes. No poor-me attitude. No one finds that attractive.”

“Well, that’s who I am,” Harry snaps, that temper of his rearing its head for a second.

“Even so, you hide that shit if you want to pull birds. Pretend you’re confident, even when you aren’t.”

“That’s wrong, though. Misleading someone, lying-”

“Bad boys lie all the time.”

Harry huffs. He slumps back into the couch. “Forget it. I can’t be a bad boy.”

“It’s not for everyone,” Sirius agrees. “Plus, if you want to be really bad, you’d need to do some prison time. Not worth it, I assure you.”

“Being locked up in a cupboard doesn’t count?” Harry asks. “Did about ten years of that.”

[reggieswriter]

James Potter who finally takes the hint Lily doesn't like him in sixth year after she comes out as gay in front of the whole great hall to get him to stop.

James Potter who bumps into you after running away from Professor McGonagall after a prank gone wrong.

James Potter who is surprised when you vouch for him to Professor McGonagall getting him out of trouble.

James Potter who is surprised anyone would stand up for him since he's so used to having to stand up for others, especially a pretty girl like yourself.

James Potter who realizes you're in more of his classes than he had originally thought.

James Potter who doesn't realize that he's slowly falling for you from afar. Noticing the small things you start to do.

James Potter who finally and only realizes it when his friends including Lily tell him that he's falling in love.

James Potter who doesn't want to chase you away like he did Lily.

James Potter who takes his time to slowly move his way into your life and learn everything about you he didn't know before.

James Potter who finally works up the guts to ask you out after he sees some guy try and ask you out.

James Potter who is ecstatic that you say yes but freaks out because he's never gotten this far before.

James Potter who plans out a perfect date and shows up to your dorm 10 minutes early with your favorite flowers.

James Potter who is so happy the date goes well that he starts a wedding book for you and him that same night.

James Potter who introduces you to his friends immediately hoping you like them.

James Potter who unlike Sirius waits and plans out your proposal the week after graduation.

James Potter who thanks Lily privately for coming out as gay so he could find you. The love of his life. His missing half. His person.

Sadder Ending:

James Potter who stalls moldy bitch from getting to you and Harry and dies with one last thought in his mind. At least y'all got away.

I'll post Lily and Regulus' soon. Don't forget to request or ask for anything. 💜

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Amy's Kinkmas Day Nine

Threesome - Jegulus x Reader (background poly!marauders x reader)

Kinkmas Masterlist.

For Christmas, you decided to give your boyfriends’ exactly what they wanted. They each would get their own magical experience, but the first one to receive his was James. You had asked Sirius and Remus to help you set up, and they had certainly lived up to your expectations. James was spread out on your bed, hands and ankles tied to all four corners of the bed, blindfold on.

Across the room were two chairs, where you had asked the other two of your boyfriends to sit, you wanted them to watch, as they were part of the relationship, and this would for sure be a show no one would want to miss.

Your preparations were extensive, you had to get yourself, and your surprise ready. Dressing the both of you in dark red lingerie, little panties and you in a corset type bra, your surprise in a bralette. You had helped each other curling each other’s hair, applying charcoal eyeliner and dark red lipstick. Blush wasn’t needed, your cheeks were naturally reddened from the situation.

Before the scene started, you snuck up on the two men in chairs, using handcuffs to keep them in their chairs, telling them to stay perfectly quiet so as to not ruin the surprise, and they both nodded in agreement, still not knowing what they were in for.

Two pairs of feet padded across the floor, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sirius – he had not expected this. There you were, looking as pretty as ever, dragging behind you, holding onto your hand, his baby brother. Reaching James’ bed, you lean down to kiss his lips, drawing a moan from the tied up man. At the same time, Regulus started kissing down his lean chest, trying to avert his gaze from the leaking cock.

“Does it feel good love?” You ask James, nails running down his upper arm.

“Yes, baby, feels so good”, he moans, as Regulus lips have made their way back up his body, pink tongue circling a hardened nipple.

“Wanna see who’s kissing you Jamie?” You let one hand tug on his hair, providing the light pain he loved so much. He nods excitedly, and your hand pushes his blindfold away, moving down the bed and taking Regulus with you. “What the-” James eyes are wide, looking down at you and Regulus, watching you kiss right in front of his hard cock, standing pink and pretty, before his eyes move up, making eye contact with Sirius.

He doesn’t have time to telepathically converse with his friend, however, because soon you’re letting his cock join in on the make out, forcing a loud moan from his lips.

You lightly push Regulus away, moving your head to take his entire length in your mouth. Regulus doesn’t appreciate this treatment and, petty as he is, pulls you away by the hair, taking your place and letting his nose settle in dark tufts of hair. You scoff, but decide to focus on James’ pleasure, so you let your lips lick right below Regulus’ chin, paying attention to James’ balls.

Constant sounds are coming from both above and behind the two of you, James’ hips bucking, pushing his cock further down Regulus’ throat, making him choke and having to come up for air. As he’s coughing, trying to catch his breath, you take back your place, sucking James’ cock back down your throat.

“Fuck, love, stop, stop”, he’s rushing the words out, making you pull away and look up at him. He didn’t use a safeword, but this is a new situation so you feel the need to stop and listen, “don’t wanna come yet, you’re so sexy, the both of you. Can I please touch you?” he asks, looking between the two of you, cheeks rosy and eyes glossy.

You look to Regulus, who nods his consent for untying James, letting him untie his ankles as you untie his hands. Pausing, for a moment, you hold James’ face in your hands, kissing him softly, “love you, merry christmas.” Another kiss.

When he’s completely untied, you guide Regulus to straddle James’ hips, “untie your gift, baby”. This makes Regulus shiver. You had discussed this beforehand, you knew how badly he wanted James to touch him, knew he’d dreamt of this for forever.

You watch as James takes his time in appreciating his gift, hands roaming over the smaller, paler boy. The dark red lace in stark contrast to the skin of his chest. Regulus’ whole body moves as James’ hand moves over an erect nipple, the both of them moaning. You can tell how much the two of them are enjoying this, love watching to people you care about appreciate each other’s touch. James’ hands grip the globes of Regulus’ arse, spreading the cheeks apart.

“You can fuck him, you know”, you say, “I’ve already prepped him for you, wanted you to get the full experience.” You tug at Regulus’ hair, not wanting him to forget that James is your boyfriend. James’ eyes widened again, still surprised at the limits of his Christmas present. “Do you… want that?” He asks, looking Regulus straight in the eye.

Regulus moans, loud, again, “God yes, please Potter”, he mewls, hips moving back and forth, grinding against James’ cock. You help them get into position, one hand covered in lube coming down to make sure Regulus is still ready to take James, guiding him up on his knees, and then down, helping him get filled up with James’ cock. You sit behind Regulus, on your knees, guiding his body in his endeavor to bounce up and down on your boyfriend’s erection.

“Love, please, can you come up here, wanna taste you, please”, James is begging for you, and this is his gift so you have to comply. Leaving Regulus to move along James’ cock on his own, you get up, push your panties down, before straddling James’ head, wet pussy hovering above his face. His hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down, dripping lips making contact with his tongue.

And this is James’ wettest of dreams. Cock stuffed in a pretty twink, his girlfriends leaking pussy above his face, his two other lovers watching and enjoying the show. This is heaven on earth, this is all he’s ever wanted. His hips start moving to meet Regulus’, balls slapping the other boy’s arse – his arms pulling you down closer, tongue licking fervently, craving the taste of his girl’s juices.

This is how all three come, James, buried deep in Regulus, Regulus’ cum shooting over James’ stomach, you, seated on James’ face. It’s a lot of limbs to untangle as the three of you come down from your highs. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you have two other partners to untie, looking over at them, you see the hunger in their eyes.

“Wanna help those two out, as well?” You ask Regulus, one eyebrow raised. He follows your line of sight, seeing your two other boyfriends, “Only if it’s okay with you”, he says, looking back at James, who nods, always happy to share.

Taking Regulus’ hand, you drag him with you, shoving him towards Remus, hearing someone say something about this being the beginning of a very long night.

Kinkmas taglist: @alexander-arcturus-black-lupin @hearts4court @delulu4marauders @remussbitch 

[my-castles-crumbling]

Brilliant

He couldn't remember much. It was hazy. Tongues tangling. A deep voice murmuring his name like a prayer. He'd been pretty drunk. He probably should've known better than to let himself get so out of control.

But the sinking feeling of realizing he woke up unable to remember all of last night was nothing compared to the black hole that formed in his chest when he realized who he woke up with.

Because he would know those stupid Snitch-patterned pajama pants anywhere.

He was in James Potter's bed.

And fuck, he'd been working so hard to not show his feelings. To maintain the carefully-built façade he had around Potter: that he couldn't care less. Because it would really break him to be rejected by the older boy.

And now, barely a day after his Hogwarts graduation (his party had been the night before, courtesy of a very kind Effie and Monty Potter), he'd already fucked it up.

His feelings for James were different. James had, in many ways, saved him. Taken him and Sirius in and looked out for him as he'd recovered form running away. Deflected Regulus's haughty exterior with wide grins and forced Regulus to be social when he wanted to mope. James meant something to Regulus, even if he didn't mean much to James. And that feeling of needing someone...it was horrible.

And to screw it all up by drunkenly snogging James and then sleeping in his bed was probably the stupidest thing Regulus had ever done. He could have chosen anyone. Anyone!

He hoped that James remembered even less than he did from the previous night, and maybe he could lick his wounds in private, pretend that nothing happened last night. So he quietly made to get up.

"I can feel you panicking, Reggie," James's scratchy morning voice suddenly cut through the air, making him jump.

Well. Fuck.

"I-," he began to say, trying not to cry, because that would be mortifying.

But James turned and spoke again, his beautiful hazel eyes cutting into Regulus's soul. "Do you remember what I said last night? You told me to remind you in the morning."

Startled, Regulus shook his head.

James grinned, making Regulus's stomach swoop like he'd missed a step on the stairs. "I was pretty drunk. But...you told me to tell you that I said I'm mad about you. That I've been mad about you for...for ages," he bit his lip nervously and said the next part with a very uncertain voice. "You said the same."

But Regulus was too taken off-guard to confirm. "You...you do?"

"Yes," James nodded, eyes wide. "We probably should've talked about that before-" he gestured to the bed they were both on, "-but we were drunk and it happened, and it was bloody brilliant by the way, and fuck, I'm crazy about you, Reg, I-"

But he was cut off by Regulus's lips on his. "I've been mad about you for ages, too," Regulus whispered as he pressed kisses to the other boy's mouth.

[deathnguts]

Elementary school sweethearts Bartylus hear me out I’m gonna throw up a bunch of words

Barty is one of those kids that can’t go a single recess without getting in trouble and he yells at his teachers and glares at the principal and he doesn’t put his name on his work when he actually does it but does when he just draws all over it and gets upset when his drawings don’t get grades and his knees are constantly grass stained and bleeding and the other kids are scared of him because he throws things at them and bit someone once and he’s missing his front teeth and he tells people they’re still lodged in the kids arm (obvious lie) and he jumped off the jungle gym and broke his arm and thought having a cast was the coolest thing in the world and he’s just an all around ‘problem child’ that strikes fear into the hearts of students and teachers alike.

And Regulus is that unnervingly quiet child that was homeschooled before being enrolled in the prissy private elementary school Barty was and it’s painfully obvious with how Regulus has no idea how to even look at other people so his piercing blue eyes are always too wide and stare into your soul and he doesn’t know what kids his age are supposed to like so he gets picked on for mumbling about like Charles Dickens whenever someone asked what he likes when they were looking for like a game or something and he bursts into tears every time people even look at him wrong because he knows there’s something odd about him and he doesn’t know how to change it but teachers don’t know how to help because he’s good in school and that’s kind of all anyone cares about so he’s considered a good and well rounded kid for that alone and then gets further picked on for being a teachers pet because he gets permission to stay inside and read during recess because he’s quiet and they trust him not to get into trouble.

So like, as teachers do, they put the class problem and the teachers pet’s desks next to each other in hopes that would like fix Barty. And obviously it doesn’t because that never works but it does force the two weirdest kids to interact on a daily basis.

Something something little Barty looking constipated every time he talks to Regulus because he likes him but Barty’s small and doesn’t understand why he’s so warm and nervous so a common occurrence between them is Barty stuttering out nonsense and then panicking and running away at full speed and Regulus just kind of staring. Regulus who doesn’t understand friendships because his only friend is his brother and doesn’t know how to respond to Barty’s advances beyond mumbling small talk about his weird topics during work time and sharing drawings (though Barty continues to do them over his work while Regulus brings actual drawing paper). Little Barty blushing redder then a tomato gripping a fistful of wildflowers with the roots still attached and shoving them in Regulus’ confused face. This becoming the funniest thing ever to other kids and they gang up on the joke that is these weirdos and here comes the ‘Barty and regulus sitting in a tree’ teasing and Regulus panicking at his late realization that maybe Barty may have been simply making fun of him this whole time and getting teary and pushing Barty into a puddle and running away. Barty being embarrassed and hurt and angry as everyone around him laughs and he clenches his fists and gets in his first fight. Barty gets suspended and when he comes back Regulus is flushing hard and staring intently at his shoes as he asks if Barty wants to play with him.

Something something Barty and regulus giving up on the playground because who needs other kids when they have each other and they run off into the woods which is technically off limits but no one notices they’re gone and explore little creeks and stuff. Mrs. Crouch holding back tears when her son who’s never made a friend before comes at pick up with Regulus’ hand in his and asks if he can come over. Sirius who low key doesn’t like Barty at all and Barty having a juvenile moment of panic that if Regulus’ beloved older brother hates him then he’ll stop being his friend. Regulus who calls him stupid and they go back to looking for bugs.

Something something growing together and defining themselves while remaining hand in hand. Soemthing something playing and laughing in the sun without a care in the world that they’re excluded everywhere else. Childish bliss and innocent intimate understanding that never truly leaves because they never leave one another.

[ellecdc]

Mother, i had a request but i forgot what it was 😭😭 i was sooo excited tooo 😫

But in trying to remember i had another brilliant idea!!

Reader x Reggie where theyre both stoic, slightly volatile 🐍 but theyre actually really soft and mushy. And then SURPRISE!! Theyre actually also dating Remus who takes care of them and is super protective. Maybe its revealed near the full moon and possessive Moony makes an appearance.

Siri is flabberghasted; Barty is horrified his darling sweethearts are be defiled; James is shook; and Lily is yhe ultimate bro and super proud of Rem.

Anyway, im sorry your computer was so mean to you. I hope you're looking after yourself 🩵🩵

......this is going to go down in history as my most controversial post........😈 may I present to you.....poly!MoonWater 😈😈😈😈😈

poly!moonwater x fem stoic!reader (i.e., Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x reader)

Sirius Black was admittedly currently going through a hard time.

Now, depending on who you asked, one (literally everyone and anyone) might say it was his own fault.

But if you asked Sirius Black? It was everyone else and their insufferable happiness that was to blame.

His insufferable best-friend-that-anyone-could-ever-ask-for finally landed the woman of his dreams and said woman of previously mentioned best friend was horribly in love with the sod.

Even his baby brother was happy! Which seemed like an oxymoron because in looking at Regulus Arcturus Black, one would assume that boy had never known a single moment of happiness in his life.

If one took into account their childhoods, they’d be right.

But Regulus Black, who was quiet in a way that made you feel like you were always being judged and ridiculed (you were) who very rarely had a kind thing to say about anyone had found happiness (read: a girl) who, for all intents and purposes, could be his personality doppelganger.

One difference, however, was that you were quiet in a way that always had one feeling like you knew too much, saw too much, and you were far too perceptive for anyone’s good. You always seemed to be analyzing the people around you and Sirius, sue him, found that incredibly disconcerting. 

He did not wish to be known, thank you very much. 

And even Moony! Moony, the bastard, was seeing someone! Fucked if Sirius knew who though because the sod wouldn't tell anyone who they were. He just kept popping back to the dorm room covered in hickies and looking far too pleased with himself whilst offering no details.

He was even spending entire nights away from the dorm, and always made sure he had the sodding map with him so they couldn’t even see where he was.

So yeah, Sirius was pissed.

And before you ask – no, it’s not because he was lonely – in fact, he had frequent visitors in his bed thank you very much.  And NO, he didn’t want to discuss the fact that perhaps if he didn’t run at the first sign of commitment or emotional intimacy, he too would have happiness. 

Perhaps he just wanted everyone else to be slightly less happy for his own sake.

Did no one ever think about Sirius Black?

Give right now for example. He and Regulus had been...hanging out (if that’s what you could call the two of them sitting together not speaking as they each did their own homework) since Sirius insisted it was important to do so, especially since Sirius no longer lived at home meaning that their usual means of brotherly bonding (read: trauma) no longer took place. 

And then James showed up (he was so lucky Sirius loved him) who was but of course accompanied by Lily Evans (she was so lucky she’s as lovely as she is) which turned into a small James Potter roast on account of Regulus and Lily both having years’ worth of material from hating him up until recently, and Sirius had loads of material on account of him being a certified hater. 

And then Moony showed up, and if Sirius didn’t know any better, he had definitely been fooling around mere moments ago.

But Sirius did know better.

“Moony, what broom closet did you just crawl out of and where’s the poor soul that was stuck in there with you?” He spat.

Remus merely chuckled and pulled a book out of his bag, making himself comfortable in one of the library’s grandfather chairs. “No one was stuck anywhere with me.”

“No, I’m sure they were a very willing participant.” Regulus drawled, looking particularly bored for all intents and purposes, never bothering to lift his gaze from his book.

“No need to be jealous, baby Black. You’re more than welcome to join me in such broom closets.” Remus joked with a wink.

“Oi!” Sirius swatted at Remus on behalf of his brother (he’s welcome). “That’s my baby brother you’re talking about, and he’s taken thank you very much.”

“Merlin knows how,” James muttered none too quietly, “it’s not like he’s very approachable.”

Regulus lifted a lazy eyebrow as he looked at James from above the pages of his book. “I’ll have you know I’m very approachable to those I wish to be approached by.”

“Hi Reggie!” 

“Get fucked.” Regulus called back to Barty Crouch Junior, hardly sparing his best friend a glance as he approached him from behind. 

“Wow, Reggie’s in a good mood today, huh?” Barty said as he sat on one arm of Regulus’ chair, causing James to laugh until he realized that Barty wasn’t joking.

Suddenly another body showed up and gently sat on the other arm of Regulus’ chair.

Sirius watched as Regulus’ impassive face completely cleared of all contempt and he looked up at you with pure and unadulterated adoration.

It made Sirius sick. 

“Bonjour, mon cheri.” He murmured softly, in complete contrast to the harsh, militarized way he had previously been spitting at everyone else. 

You smiled gently at the boy as you pulled a notebook out of your book bag and produced a small, pressed flower, handing it to Regulus between your thumb and forefinger.

Regulus looked at it like you had just presented him with a hundred-year-old bottle of fire-whiskey.

“Did you pick this for me?” He asked gently, plucking the flower from your fingers with matching delicacy.

You offered him a quiet ‘mhm’ and Sirius noticed a shy smile grace your lips. Regulus’ eyes moved from the flower to your face, and he gazed at you like you had hung the moon.

“Merci, mon amour.” He said reverently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Lily looked at the two of you with a smile one might see on the face of a proud mother, James looked at the two of you like he was seeing a bowtruckle for the first time, and Remus looked oddly taken with the show of affection. Barty was apparently the only other sane one amongst them – oh gods, maybe Sirius really was losing it.

“Where the fuck has this Regulus been the last six years?” Barty muttered incredulously. 

Without much effort on your part, you reached over Regulus’ shoulder and shoved Barty off the arm of the chair and onto the floor before sliding to sit directly in Regulus’ lap.

“You...alright, Crouch?” James called tentatively from his place on the other side of the couple. 

“Oh, I’m fine. That’s just how she shows her love.” Barty said as he bounced back up, completely unperturbed. 

“Is it now?” Sirius asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. Remus swatted Sirius’ leg with his book.

“What?” Sirius squawked.

“Be nice.” He chided.

“I am nice! And why do you care?” Sirius argued, though he never got an answer. 

“I think they’re cute.” Lily announced, sending a sly smirk towards Remus.

“See? Lily gets it.” Remus said with a shrug as he went back to his book.

Sirius hated every single one of them.

But if Sirius thought that had been rough, he had no idea what was in store for him today. 

Sirius, Remus, Peter, James and... Lily had all been sitting at the Gryffindor table during dinner when Sirius noticed you rushing into the Great Hall looking rather frazzled.

“Whoa, what’s going on with Y/N?” Peter asked, apparently having noticed you at the same time as Sirius.

The conversation stopped abruptly as Remus’ head snapped towards the entrance, seemingly on high alert upon hearing of your arrival.

Sirius watched as you scanned the Hall before your eyes fell on their group. Your face crumpled in misery, and you rushed over. You were usually so polished and poised, any and all emotions locked away behind a well-fitted mask, no wonder you and Regulus got along so well.

Regulus...something must have happened to Regulus. Sirius had a dreadful feeling settle in the pit of his stomach; what could have happened to make you rush up to him looking that alarmed?

Except...you breezed right past him.

“What’s wrong, lovebug?” Remus cooed quietly, causing Sirius to choke on his own spit.

“He was hurt during practice.” You cried quietly, voice no more than a whisper as you moved to step between Remus’ spread legs where he had rotated on the bench to face you. His hands landed on the back of your thighs were his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your tight clad legs.

“Okay. How hurt?” Remus asked just as quietly, ignoring the sputtering happening from James, the chuckling from Lily, and the horrified expression painting Sirius’ face.

“Dislocated shoulder.” You cried miserably, as if you’d just been told Regulus was damned to spend the rest of his life in a vegetative state.

Remus’s mouth looked like it was fighting really hard to smile as his eyes pooled with equal parts fondness, worry (for you or Regulus, Sirius wasn’t sure at this moment), and no shortage of love.

What the fuck was going on right now!? 

“What the fuck is going on right now!?” Sirius demanded, his outside voice echoing the one inside of his head.

You startled a little at his exclamation, leaning closer into Remus who increased his embrace around you. 

“What’s happening dear padfoot, is it appears your brother has been injured during quidditch practice. Perhaps you ought to go see how he is?” Remus taunted as he continued running soothing hands over your body.

“Yeah, yeah; the sky is blue, and people get hurt in quidditch. Now what is this!?” He screeched gesturing wildly at the two of you. 

You looked equal parts embarrassed from the attention and equal parts wanting to tell Sirius off for downplaying what you clearly thought was some great upheaval in Regulus’ life when Lily spoke up.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to notice, Pads.”

His mouth dropped open as he turned to regard his best friend’s girlfriend with a look of pure betrayal.

“Et tu, Lily!?” Sirius cried as James sputtered, “you knew!?”

Remus just smiled as he shoved his nose into your collarbone. You brought up a hand to begin scratching at his scalp, and Sirius was certain the sods leg would be thumping in contentment if he were a dog.

“Let’s go, Sirius.” Remus finally muttered, interrupting an argument that was going nowhere between James, Lily, and Sirius. “You’ve got a brother in the hospital wing.”

You hurried on ahead of them, clearly not interested in the talk the two friends were about to have.

“So, are you fucking my brother too or just fucking him over by screwing his girl?” Sirius finally spat with his arms crossed petulantly over his chest. 

Remus groaned and looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for strength to get through this conversation with Sirius Drama Queen Black. “Sirius, can you ask me a question that’s less likely to get me punched in the face?”

“No.” Sirius muttered. 

“He’s happy, Sirius. I promise.” Remus pressed. “He...he really deserves all the love he’s getting.”

And Sirius would have been an absolute arse if he’d had anything to say in response to that...

Don’t get him wrong, Sirius was an arse and did have many things to say in response to that, but the words died on the tip of his tongue when they walked into the hospital wing to see you sitting on the end of Regulus’ hospital bed.

Regulus, save the sling holding his arm to his chest and the fact that he was sitting in a hospital bed, looked as casual as Sirius ever remembered seeing him, smiling at you with...

Love.

A lot of love. 

“I’m fine, amour, I promise.” They heard him plead with you as they approached.

“Still have all your limbs, I see.” Remus commented as he walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ hair, causing the youngest Black to blush something fierce as he looked over at Sirius. 

“I’m sure she told you I was comatose.” He commented quietly, turning and offering you a wink.

“Don’t tease me...” You moaned, looking very much like you still wanted to fold Regulus up and put him in your pocket for safe keeping.

“Yeah, don’t tease her, love. You’d be sitting in this hospital bed all on your lonesome with no one you dote on you otherwise.” Remus jokingly chided. 

“Love.” Sirius groaned with a dramatized gag. 

“Oh, grow up, Siri.” Regulus barked.

Sirius’ head snapped over to his brother at the sound of his childhood nickname. Regulus’ cheeks were still dusted pink, whether it be at the unplanned outing of his relationship, being hurt, or the gravity of this moment.

Regulus hadn’t called him that since they were children...like, real children before the trauma, the alienation, the disinheritance, the running away...

Perhaps because Regulus had spent all of that time living in unmeasurable pain. Just like Sirius had.

And maybe, now...Regulus had people who made him feel brave enough to be vulnerable like this, to reconnect in ways he long thought impossible. 

Fuck Moony and his good naturedness; Sirius hated that Remus was right about this. 

“Oh, fucking Godric.” Sirius muttered petulantly as he pulled Regulus into a bone crushing hug.

Literally.

“Sirius!” Regulus groaned before Sirius was ripped away from his brother. Sirius expected Remus to be the one throwing him to the floor for inadvertently hurting Regulus’ injury...but it was you. 

“You idiot.” You hissed as new tears formed in your eyes, immediately moving to grab the ice pack from the bedside table and gently placing it on Regulus’ shoulder.

Remus and Regulus looked at you with so much adoration, Sirius was certain hearts were going to start pouring out of their eyes and floating around their heads.

“I’m fine, thanks!” He called out as he hauled himself up off the floor. 

“Oh good.” You said sarcastically.

“I don’t like this.” Sirius grumbled, causing all three faces to turn to him.

“Pads...”

“Sirius, please.” Regulus implored.  

“What if you break his heart?” He asked no one in particular. “What if you hurt my baby brother? Who am I supposed to support then? Or you; what am I supposed to do if you hurt my best friend? And what if you tossers hurt Y/N!”

The three of you shared a look before his brother turned to him. “Sirius, if we breakup, I give you permission to side with Remus.”

“And if we break up, I promise you can side with Y/N.” Remus added.

“Nope.” You said quickly, “that’s fine, I don’t need to be included in this.”

Sirius groaned out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank gods. Okay, okay. I guess I'll allow it then....”

“THE THREE OF YOU ARE WHAT!?” Barty screeched as he stood at the door of the infirmary, still in his quidditch kit.

“Do we actually have to have this conversation again?” You groaned quietly.

Remus shot Regulus and extremely guilty look as he slowly stood.

“Remus.” Regulus warned.

Remus grimaced and slowly made his way over to you.

“Remus John Lupin, I swear to Salazar...”

“Regulus, I love you; I do. But...he’s you’re friend an- NOW DOVE” He shouted, and the two of you took off in a sprint out of the infirmary. 

“Quite the catch you’ve got yourself there Regs.” Sirius taunted. 

“Sod off.” Regulus muttered as Barty made his way over to his bedside.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Sirius jeered as he, too, took off out of the infirmary, leaving Regulus Black to deal with the likes of Barty Crouch Junior on his own.  

don't hate me

[t1oui]

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, running his fingers through regulus’s curls. regulus smiles, his ear pressed to james’s heart.

“yeah?” he asks. “when?”

“as soon as you graduate.” james’s heartbeat stays steady, like this is a regular conversation on a regular night.

“yeah?” regulus asks, glancing up, meeting james’s eyes. his eyes are gray like a storm, and they’re so, so beautiful. “how?”

james smiles. “in the fields behind my parents’ house,” he says. “in summer. we’ll have everybody there — sirius and moony and peter and the girls, and all your friends, too. it’ll be perfect.”

regulus settles his head on james’s chest again. “you have this all planned out, don’t you?” he asks. james stares up at the sky, searching and finally locating regulus’s star. his star.

“of course i do,” he says. i love you, he almost says, but he leaves that for another night.

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, pulling regulus closer. his laugh lights up james’s world.

“tell me about it,” regulus says, intertwining their fingers.

“we’ll dance like this,” james says, placing his hand on regulus’s waist. “all night. with everybody, all our friends. and we won’t get tired.”

regulus laughs again. his eyes are closed, and he’s pressed his cheek to james’s chest. “how will we manage that?” he asks.

james thinks for a moment, still swaying them back and forth across the floor of the astronomy tower. he’s never been good at multitasking.

“potions,” james decides. “and firewhiskey, probably.”

“mm,” regulus hums. “i won’t drink any.”

“no?”

“no.” he pulls back, opening his eyes, and smiles up at james, gray eyes twinkling. “i want to remember every second of it.”

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james whispers, trying to ignore the way his voice cracks. “and then i’ll get you out of here.”

regulus gives him a weak smile and scoots closer, turning around and pressing his back to james’s chest.

“tell me where we’ll go,” he says quietly. “when we run away.”

james swallows thickly, glances down at the mark on regulus’s forearm.

“away,” he says. “where they can’t hurt us.”

where i’m free, he doesn’t say, from you.

~

“i wish i was a coward,” james says, his eyes fixed on the sky. on that star — not his, after all. he looks away, but it doesn’t matter. tears cloud his vision. “i wish i didn’t have to run away from you.”

there’s no response. he’s not surprised. there’s nothing for the headstone to say anyway. james bites back a sob, wiping the tears away just in time for more to appear.

“i wish i didn’t have to run away,” he says, setting the ring down in the grass, “but i’m not sorry i left.”