#tiny but strong Regulus

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Regulus might be tiny, but he plays Quidditch, which definitively needs a lot of muscle.

Remus might be tall, but lanky and thin.

You can’t tell me that Regulus, when Remus is teasing him lovingly about his high, doesn’t pick up Remus, grinning and teasing him right back about being nothing but skin and bones, and he doesn’t need a featherlight charm to carry him around.

What neither expected was how hot it was for both of them, and they definitely fucked like that on different occasions.

[t1oui]

i love the headcanon that james runs warm regulus runs cold so they're perfect together BUT what if it's the other way around.

james is this big cuddly looking strong guy and he is constantly FREEZING. he's so touchy not just because he likes touch but because literally everybody is warmer than him. he grabs regulus or lily or mary or pandora or remus's hand (any of his friends. any of them) and they immediately jump bc his hand is so cold.

then there's regulus. he's tiny and frail and everyone is always telling him to bring a jacket because he'll freeze but he WON'T. he's out in the snow in a long-sleeved t-shirt and slacks and nothing else and he's FINE. he might even roll the sleeves up.

when jegulus gets together james gets even clingier than usual the second he realizes how warm regulus is. people tell reg to bring a jacket when he goes out in the cold and he brings one for james. all of his hoodies are oversized b/c gender dysphoria (me too man, me too) and james steals them because they fit him perfectly.

just. cold james and warm reg

[willsolace-loml]

marauders characters as things my friends and teachers have said:

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remus: they say god sends all his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers but i am not strong or a soldier

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pandora: so i was looking at these brown pandas

barty: they make those?

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james: when i was younger i had a fish, his name was bubbles, hes dead now tho

barty: well obviously bubbles isnt blowing bubbles anymore

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marlene: WHY DONT U JUMP OFF A CLIFF AND ENJOY THE RIDE

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remus: maybe im a furry

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sirius: my heart is big but my balls r bigger

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minnie: i dont like teaching but its wut i do

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peter: *pointing to marlene* I WAS PLAYING A GAME ON MY PHONE, SHE TOOK MY PHONE, STRANGLED A MAN, BOUGHT A MILKSHAKE, AND GOT ME SENT TO PRISON!

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lily: *while listening to gangnum style while drunk with james* EEEEEHHHHHHH SEXY LADY (mary)

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regulus: you know wut i need?

james: me

regulus: anti depressants

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sirius: remus is the sexiest of ladies, have u seen his legs

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adult remus: there are coworkers i dont like-

harry: snape

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peter: ugh i hate it when u dont like earl grey tea

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dorcas when she met the skittles: i havent had friends my whole life so why should i start now

(can also go as remus when he met the marauders)

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marlene dunking james' head in the sink: in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit ur cured! u no longer need glasses

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james comes back from winter break and his voice has dropped: hi

mary: WHEN DID THAT COME IN??? YESTERDAY????

lily: laughing her ass off in the background

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sirius: omg its so tiny

lily: js like urs

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barty: *in an american accent, doing italian hand gestures* papa pizza

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regulus: blink thrice if u need assistance

[anxiousthoughts365]

Friendship

TW: Disabled Remus, language, Snape bashing

'Fuck off, Snape.'

'It's a simple enough question, Potter,' Snape drawled, jogging to keep pace with James, who was stomping down corridor after corridor in an effort to get rid of the boy. 'Why would Regulus come to you, of all people, when he was so clearly distraught when his own brother did just that two years ago? Rather suspicious, don't you agree?'

James clenched his teeth against the retort that tried to claw it's way out of his throat. Snape had been following him since he'd somehow let slip about Regulus coming to live with them over the past summer, determined to find out why Regulus had chosen James as his refuge. But his and Regulus' relationship wasn't common knowledge, and there was nothing he could say that wouldn't give Snape some sort of fodder, so he was doing his best to just stay quiet.

James still couldn't quite remember how Snape had gotten him talking about the younger Black brother while they'd been forced into a partnership in Potions class, but of course Snape had latched onto the tiny tidbit of information and was running with it.

He'd calmly told the Slytherin, more than once, that it wasn't his story to tell. But the slimy boy just would not let the matter drop, and he was really starting to piss James off. The only thing keeping him from punching Snape in the mouth was that Remus, Sirius and Peter were right behind him, and the knowledge helped him to keep his cool. Almost.

'Unless, of course,' Snape sneered, relentless as ever when it came to riling James Potter. 'There's reason why he might run into the arms of someone that his family hates? Unless there's some deeper connection here, something that the young Black might not want everyone to see?'

'I said fuck off, Snivellus!' James snapped, his heart racing with sudden fear at the insinuation. One more taunt, and Merlin help him, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

'Oh, that's it, isn't it?' Snape gasped, pressing one hand over his heart in mock surprise while his thin lips turned up in a sly smirk. 'Regulus Black, the second sibling in this school to desert the Noble House of Black, goes running at the first sign of danger, and runs right into the arms of his big strong saviour and -'

Snape's words were suddenly cut off by a sharp screech, and James' head snapped up to see the boy falling face-first down the set of stairs to their left. He gaped, looking around him to try and figure out what had happened, and turned just in time to watch Sirius wrap an arm around Remus' waist as the tall boy wobbled. It wasn't until the end of his friend's cane connected with the floor again that James understood what had happened.

'Vile little cockroach,' Remus growled, his amber eyes narrowed and his scarred nose scrunched up in distaste as he watched Snape bounce down step after step, whining all the way. James felt something tighten in his chest, gratitude and admiration welling inside him.

'Moony,' he breathed. 'Did you just -'

'He did,' Sirius interrupted, sounding just as awed as James felt. Remus looked up again at his boyfriend's voice, and seemed surprised to find the others staring at him with such evident worship. Then Sirius was stepping in close, wrapping his other arm around Remus and gazing at him as he added, 'That was bloody brilliant, Moons. Merlin, I love you. So fucking much. I -'

'Yes, yes, we all love Remus,' Peter hissed, grabbing Sirius' collar and dragging him backwards, in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower. 'You can give our comrade his well-deserved reward later - preferably when I'm asleep and oblivious - but right now, we need to be very much not here.'

Sirius seemed about to protest, but at that moment Snape landed in a noisy heap at the bottom of the stairs, and the four boys made quick use of their extensive knowledge of Hogwarts' secret passageways to disappear.

[hyacinthstars]

unpopular opinion, no i don't care if you feel targeted, this is a continuous thing I've found in fandom spaces so I'm going to yap now ok

it is very very very very very weird to me how yall are creating mlm ships and then forcing them to fit the exact same stereotypical norms of a hetero relationship.

it is very very very very very weird how we constantly have to make one character feminine while the other is masculine and "strong".

why is it!! that regulus is so often depicted as a helpless small child? yall are forgetting that he stole a locket from voldemort at literally 17 years old he is THE OG GIRLBOSS!! he did that shit!!!!! he was smart enough to figure it out!!

why are we dumbing him down!!

"oh but nidhi a character doesn't have to be physically strong to be strong" yall know damn well that's not happening here.

and yes the recent fanart discourse is what prompted me to make this post, but YEAH it is weird how yall force mlm relationships into the same box again and again and again.

drarry, Draco is the UwU helpless baby

wolfstar, its Sirius

jegulus, ITS REGULUS.

"men can be short or tall" why is it that in every mlm ship one character has to be short and tiny and petite and a baby while the other is a gymbros i don't get it!!!!!!!!!!

Height differences are cute and lovely and whatever but?? yall cannot tell me you aren't using them to enforce hetero relationship standards onto mlm ships AND IT IS HARMFUL!!!

IT I S FETISHISATION

[notenoughdramaaa]

Okay, this is probably the gayest post I’ve ever made (and that’s saying something, considering I write cheesy fanfics) but I need to stand up and bring some justice to my bro Sirius Black. There’s an overwhelming number of posts on Tumblr, not to mention fanart, that give a very feminine interpretation of Sirius, and I’m over it.

Everywhere I look, I see posts about Remus loving these overly feminine traits in Sirius. I’m done with it. Sirius is not a girl, and he doesn’t have wide hips and a tiny waist. I don’t care how much you want a petite Sirius Black with a huge ass and a tiny waist it just doesn’t work. It’s unrealistic!

If you want to write or draw a trans Regulus Black like that, fine, but not a cis Sirius. It’s just not how biology works

So, let’s take a moment to appreciate the actual male anatomy and all the features Sirius Black would have that are 100% worthy of worship by Remus Lupin.

- Apollo’s Belt (Adonis Belt): Those V-lines, sharp and defined, even though Sirius isn’t a gym guy he's got those. Remus can’t help but stare when Sirius takes his shirt off it's distracting and unfair.

- Broad Shoulders: The kind of shoulders that make his shirts fit perfectly and give him that natural confidence. Remus probably loves leaning his head there after a long day.

- Throat: The way Sirius swallows or tilts his head is straight-up sinful. Remus definitely thinks it’s too erotic to be allowed.

- Hands: Calloused yet elegant, strong fingers with faint scars from Quidditch and dueling. You know Remus is obsessed with the way they feel, whether holding a book or trailing along his skin.

- Jawline: Sharp and angled, perfect for kisses, scruff, and maybe a little biting. Let’s be honest, Remus would probably map it out a hundred times over.

- Chest: Slightly scarred, maybe a bit freckled, and absolutely mesmerizing when Sirius runs his hand through his hair and stretches.

- Lips: Chapped from the cold but always tugging into that signature smirk. They're squarish looking and Remus would kiss them just to shut him up.

- Back: Broad and strong, with a natural curve that makes it perfect for Remus’s hands.

- Voice: A bit raspy and although not technically a “body part,” Remus definitely finds it worship-worthy.

Let’s stop pretending Sirius is some skinny, dainty waif and embrace the fact that he’s a man with a man’s body, and Remus Lupin would absolutely be obsessed with every part of it. Justice for Sirius!

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys (part 3) <3

(light nsfw)

part 1 part 2

“Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s decent enough, so it’ll have to do,” James says, and Regulus it’s too busy trying to keep his breathing under control to be bothered by the other man’s words. “Relax your shoulders a little, love.” 

“Don’t,” Regulus hisses, even though he isn’t sure himself if that response is because of the nickname, or James’ touch, or James’ closeness, or something else entirely. 

“Don’t what?” James asks, sneaking a hand up and massaging one of his shoulders until both of them sag. 

“You know what.” 

“I don’t even think you know.” 

Regulus huffs loudly, and hates that he can’t argue back. 

“Show me how you do a jab,” James requests, his hands returning to Regulus’ waist after one last press on his shoulder. 

Regulus clears his throat slightly, feeling a bit flustered all of a sudden while he raises his right arm and gets ready to do what James asked. He only hesitates for a couple of seconds before doing the punch, not as confident as he’d usually be after having James criticise him so much. 

He knows he’s no expert. He isn’t even that athletic to begin with. But he still has a boxer brother, which means he’s definitely not as clueless as James is making him out to be. 

Maybe if it were someone else, Regulus would find it in himself to fight back, defend his knowledge and Sirius’ teachings. But, as it turns out, having a professional boxer watching you try to punch is an incredibly humbling experience. Especially one as mind-blowingly good as James. 

Not like Regulus would ever tell him that.

James hums. “Not bad,” he says, and really, it shouldn’t satisfy Regulus as much as it does. “It’s a bit too slow, though.” 

Regulus tilts his head back, in an attempt to look at the other man, but he barely lasts a second after realising how fucking close both of his faces are. 

His heart beats wildly in his chest. He can only hope James doesn’t notice. 

“How so?” Regulus wonders, so relieved to hear his voice sounds completely normal. 

“Jabs focus on speed over strength,” James explains calmly. “It’s a matter of overwhelming your opponent, rather than properly hurting. The punch has to be quick, and once the arm returns, it’s gotta go up, protect your face. Like this.”

He grabs one of Regulus’ arms gently, moving it forward and then back very slowly, to demonstrate how to do it, and then fast, jostling Regulus’ whole body with it. 

“See?” James murmurs, and he could swear that his tone has gone lower. “You don’t have to worry about being strong enough. It’s all about speed.”

“Okay,” Regulus replies with a tiny nod, doing his best to concentrate on what James is seeing, and not on all of the points where they’re touching. Or on how close James is. Or how nice he smells, despite all the sweat—maybe even because of it. “I think I get it.” 

“Yeah? Wanna try again on your own?”

Part of Regulus wants to snark back, argue that it’s only a stupid jab and James is just being picky because he’s a professional boxer and it’s not like there’s an actual science to throwing a punch. But having James holding onto his waist must be clouding his mind, because he just gives another nod, and does his best to replicate James’ movement and speed. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” James breathes out, and Regulus can almost hear his smile. “Very good, love. You’re a natural.”

“Oh, I’m a natural now?” Regulus huffs out, but it comes out more teasing than irritated. 

“Or maybe you just have a great teacher,” James adds playfully, accompanied by a squeeze on his hips. 

“You’re right, Sirius is pretty great,” Regulus responds with a shrug, relishing in the way James clicks his tongue. 

“But I’m better.”

“In your dreams, Potter.”

“Wait, what happened to ‘James’?”

Regulus feels heat rushing to his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

James chuckles way too close to Regulus’ ear, and his breath hits the side of his neck, goosebumps breaking all over his skin. Regulus has to swallow a very embarrassing and very needy sound before it makes it past his lips.

“C’mon, love, we were getting along so nicely. Don’t try to ruin it now.”

“You’ve finally lost it,” Regulus states, trying to laugh the whole thing off. It probably doesn’t work, though, considering how unstable he sounds. “There’s not a single universe in which you and I get along, Potter.”

“Liar,” James whispers. “I’m growing on you.”

“Whatever gave me away?” Regulus grumbles, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“The fact that you’re letting me touch you,” James murmurs, voice smooth and silky, feeling like a caress. “How you keep leaning against my contact, and catching yourself at the last second.”

Regulus’ breath hitches. “That’s—” 

“The way you’re not even arguing with me anymore. Not really,” James continues, unrelenting, his lips grazing Regulus’ earlobe and making his eyes flutter shut. “If anything, I’d even dare to say you’re flirting.”

“You’re delusional,” Regulus spits, too breathless to sound as furious as he’d like to. “The fucking audacity—”

“And,” James cuts him off, tone so frustratingly smug, “I bet you’re aching between those pretty legs of yours.” 

Regulus lets out an embarrassed noise, barely suppressing the urge to press his thighs together. 

“No,” he croaks out, shaking his head a little and face burning. 

“No?” James mocks him, pressing his smirk behind Regulus’ ear. “Shall we check?” 

One of James’ hands moves slowly, sliding from its place on Regulus’ waist to rest under his navel, fingers playfully caressing his waistband. 

Regulus hates how that mere touch is enough to turn his mind into static. To make his heart stutter in his chest, and the mess in his underwear almost unbearable.

“Potter—”

“No.”

Regulus’ eyebrows shoot up, and before he has the chance to ask, he feels James’ teeth at the side of his neck, nipping teasingly and dragging a fucking whimper out of him.

“What—?!” he begins, completely red in the face and attempting to move away from the other man for the first time since he allowed his touch.

James holds him tighter, bites down harder. “Behave, Regulus, or I’ll fucking make you.” 

Regulus doesn’t listen, despite how the tone of James’ voice makes him tremble like a leaf. He keeps resisting, an outraged sound leaving his mouth while his body betrays him and becomes even wetter. 

“Oh, you don’t get to play the clueless card on me,” James murmurs, his teeth giving way to a devilish tongue that turns Regulus soft and pliant, his attempts at freeing himself growing sloppy, lazy. “I always do my best to be patient, to respect your boundaries and control myself, but you’ve been a damn tease all afternoon, and I’m fucking done.” 

“What the fuck are you even—” 

“Enough,” James growls back, and it’s so commanding Regulus’ mouth snaps shut with a clack. 

There’s a beat of silence, and then James is laughing under his breath. “Good boy.”

It’s filled with mockery, bordering on mean, and yet, it still makes Regulus moan like a fucking bitch in heat, eyes rolling to the back of his skull and body going completely boneless. 

“Fuck,” James whispers, a mix between awed and devastated. “I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known. Is that what does it for you, baby? You wanna be my good boy?”

Baby. 

Baby. 

Baby. 

Regulus moans again, even though it’s weaker this time, but he still shakes his head, or tries to at least, holding onto the last traces of sanity and refusing to let James win whatever twisted game they’re playing. 

“C’mon, you were doing so well,” James mumbles, tongue licking up the side of his neck. “And you can’t fool me anymore. Not like you ever did, but still. I know you wanna be good for me, baby. Know you wanna please me, let me use you in whatever way I see fit.”

He tries to shake his head once more, but somehow, his brain gets the order wrong and Regulus ends up nodding instead. 

“That’s right,” James coos, dropping a kiss on his skin, long and lingering. “Now, say my name, Regulus.” 

“James,” he gasps almost against his will, mouth moving before his mind can catch up. 

The other man groans and then attaches his lips to his throat immediately after, tongue pressing down as he sucks, the sting feeling absolutely heavenly. 

Regulus tilts his head to the side to give James more space, eyes hooded and limbs heavy, back coming to rest against James’ chest. 

“James,” he says again, without being prompted this time and the word almost sounding like a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” James hisses against his neck, peppering the skin with open-mouthed kisses, his tongue and teeth mapping out Regulus’ skin. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been dying to do this.”

Regulus whimpers, hands moving on their own volition and reaching behind him until they bury themselves into James’ messy locks. He pulls, a bit harsher than intended, but before Regulus can manage to apologise, James is moaning loudly, the vibrations on his skin making him shiver. 

He pulls again, and James bites down on his throat hard enough to leave a mark. Regulus doesn’t have it in himself to reprimand him, or to tell him to stop. His brain is unable to focus on anything that isn’t James’ mouth working down his neck. 

“We could’ve been doing this ages ago if you weren’t so fucking stubborn,” James sighs, lips caressing his exposed shoulder and dragging another obscene noise out of Regulus. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me.”

“James—” Regulus pants, apparently unable to speak anything else apart from the other man’s name. 

It’s kind of embarrassing, how pliant a couple of kisses and a few dirty comments can make him. Regulus isn’t usually this easy, especially not in bed; he likes having a modicum of control, always ready to remind his partner that he doesn’t enjoy being bossed around. But, and as much as he hates to admit it, James knows what he’s doing. 

Although, maybe it’s not even a matter of skills. Maybe it’s simply that it’s James, and despite how much he’s tried to deny it, he’s been desperate for him almost since the moment he laid eyes on him. 

“God, baby, you taste divine,” James grunts, sucking on his collarbone almost at the same time that his fingers dip into Regulus’ waistband. They don’t get very far, and it’s more of a playful contact than anything else, but his breath still hitches. “Can’t wait to put my mouth between your legs.”

Regulus makes a keening sound, hips twitching, and James chuckles cruelly against his shoulder.

“You’d let me, right, baby?” James goes on, the hand that had slipped inside the basketball shorts changing its course and travelling up up up, until they’re caressing Regulus’ chest, following the shape of his scars. “There’s no point in pretending you’re not fucking gagging for it at this point. Just look at you. Look at you. I bet you could come from this. From me marking you up while I whisper in your ear.”

“N-no,” Regulus huffs, blinking furiously and doing his best to break out of his daze. “You’re too—too full of yourself. This isn’t enough, it could never be, and I—”

“Not enough?” James questions, stopping his ministrations. Regulus bites his tongue to stop the protest at the tip of his tongue. “Is this your way of asking for more, baby? Because you’re gonna have to do better than that. I don’t listen to brats.” 

Regulus wishes he could scoff, elbow James in the stomach so his touches stop clouding his mind and tell him to fuck off. Maybe even show him how well he can throw a stupid punch. 

But his body isn’t listening to his mind. It doesn’t care about what Regulus truly wants. Or what he’s been telling himself he wants, at least.

That’s why when he parts his lips, none of the curses he’s been preparing come out. Instead, there’s only need and lust. “Please,” he whimpers, closing his eyes tight momentarily. “Please, James, I—I just—”

James shushes him gently while circling a nipple, Regulus’ toes curling inside his toes and cunt clenching around nothing. “Oh, baby. It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you so well. Give you exactly what you need.”

“Yeah,” Regulus exhales, hands spasming around James’ curls. “Please.” 

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby? Let me finger you nice and open, so you can get ready for my cock?” 

Regulus moans and nods and thrashes around, one of his hands slipping from James’ hair just so he can grab one of James' by its wrist, pushing his arm downwards and hoping to get some relief where he truly needs it. 

James stops right before he reaches his waistband, a cocky grin curving against Regulus’ skin. 

“Well, well,” James breathes. “Aren’t you a needy little thing.” 

“C’mon,” Regulus complains, uncaring of how childish he sounds. He feels too fucking drunk on everything James to be able to think about anything else apart from getting off.

James laughs again, because he’s mean like that, and Regulus can already feel some tears prickling at his eyes out of frustration.

“You have to tell me what you want, Regulus,” James says, and his voice is so damn casual it actually hurts. “This won’t work otherwise.” 

There’s no this, Regulus wants to snap back, but then James is pressing nearer, until Regulus can feel the outline of his hard cock against his ass. It makes him gasp and push back against it, really pleased by the little hiss James lets out at the pressure.

“See what you do to me, baby?” James whispers, dragging his lips over his shoulders, the side of his throat, behind his ear. “We barely did anything, and yet I’m so fucking hard it’s actually painful. You’ve no idea of how many times I’ve jerked myself off to the thought of you. Wishing it was your hand instead. Your mouth. The inside of your cunt.” 

Regulus’ knees shake, a mewl escaping his parted lips, and James’ grip on him turns even stronger. 

“I bet you’ll feel all tight and warm around me,” James goes on, tone husky, words dripping with so much desire it makes Regulus light-headed. “Make the sweetest sounds, too. I used to think you were too uptight and that I needed to fuck the stubborness out of you, but it turns out that you’re real fucking dirty, baby. Grinding back against my cock and opening your legs the moment I praised you a little. Oh, if they could see you now, baby. Big bad scary Regulus Black. Reduced to a pathetic, whimpering mess.”

“Shut up,” Regulus grits out, but he doesn’t stop rubbing his ass on James’ cock, or pulling at James’ wrist insistently, in an attempt to get his hand inside his pants. “You’re all bark and no bite. Spent all these months telling me everything you wanted to do to me, and now that I finally give you a chance, you’re only teasing and babbling in my ear.” 

“Good try, baby, but you should know by now that that attitude of yours only turns me on.” 

“Yeah? Then how come you’re not fucking me yet, huh?” 

James’ other hand, the one that hasn’t stopped gripping Regulus’ waist for a single second, lets go and climbs up, taking a hold of Regulus’ chin. James uses it to tilt his head back, forcing their gazes to meet, and Regulus despises how he feels himself get slicker at the flash of danger on James’ gaze, the sharpness of his smirk. 

“God, the mouth you have on you, baby.” James cocks his head to the side, considering, and he grips his chin even tighter. “So fucking filthy. And so pretty when you beg.” 

“I don’t beg,” Regulus murmurs back, aware that it’s a lie. He still narrows his eyes when James barks out a laugh. 

“Yes, you do. You already have. And you will do so again, if you want to come.” 

“I don’t need you for that. I can just—just walk out of here, leave you hanging and get off all by myself—”

“No, you can’t. I’m sure you’ve also jerked off while thinking of me, right, baby? All that tension, all that repression, I know it took its toll. Did you finger yourself slow and deep as soon as you got home after our interviews? Came with my name in your mouth?”

Regulus only glares at him, not even trying to defend himself. What’s the point, when James can see right through him? Lying won’t do him any favours. 

“You did,” James states, ridiculously pleased with himself. “You’re not gonna go and waste this chance over your wounded pride, baby. Argue all you want, but we both know you’re not going anywhere. Not when you’re practically drooling at the thought of taking my cock.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want it as much, if not more, than I do,” Regulus grumbles. 

James shrugs, leaning forward and forcing Regulus to do the same. Until their noses are grazing each other, breaths intermingling. 

“Never said otherwise,” he retorts with ease. 

“Then what the fuck are you playing at?”

“Nothing, really. Just waiting for you to tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I swear. You just gotta ask.” 

Regulus purses his lips, but James does sound sincere, and at this point, it’s not like he has anything else to lose. It’s too late to try and save face, and his dignity, or whatever was left of it, took its leave the moment he allowed James to get this close. 

Besides, he wants this. He wants James. Has done so for a while, probably since the very beginning, and not even he has this much self-restraint.

“Fuck me,” Regulus says in a soft exhale, watching the way James’ pupils eat at his irises. “Please, James, fuck me. I need you inside me, it’s—fucking unbearable, really, and I’m gonna lose it if you don’t—”

“Yes,” James gasps out, nodding fast, moves turning erratic as he finally slips his hand under the shorts, under Regulus’ briefs. “Yes. Of course, baby, anything you want, I’m—shit, you’re so—let me just—”

His fingers rub at his clit playfully, pulling a moan out of Regulus, before they continue their path down, until they’re running through slick curls, teasing at his entrance and marvelling at the wetness they find there. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking dripping,” James whispers in wonder. Regulus can only whimper, pushing against his eager hand. “And it’s for me. All for me. Fucking hell, just—come here—”

It’s when James tilts his head up, clearly wanting to kiss him, that Regulus finally manages to go back to himself. That Regulus remembers where he is, what he’s doing, who he’s doing it with. 

Reality hits him with such harshness that the ground seems to tilt under his feet, leaving him breathless, and dizzy, and having to swallow down a wave of nausea. 

What the actual fuck is wrong with him? 

“Wait,” he squeals, James’ mouth already touching his. “Wait.” 

To the other man’s credit, he does stop immediately at Regulus’ words, pulling back and fingers freezing where they were exploring at his cunt’s entrance. 

Regulus takes a gulp of air, heart rumbling loudly inside his head, his brain screaming at him to get a fucking grip. 

“Reg?” James calls him, a worried frown twisting his features while his eyes roam all over his face. “Baby, you okay?”

“Don’t—” Regulus wheezes out, clawing at James’ arm until he gets the hint and takes it out of his pants. He can’t think with those thick, calloused fingers resting on his cunt. “We can’t do this. It’s—no, James, just—no.”

Something pained flashes in James’ gaze, before it disappears, being substituted by a harshness Regulus has to look away from. “Regulus—”

“No,” he repeats, a lot firmer this time. “I’m not—I can’t, James. I’m sorry, I really am, but I just can’t.”

Regulus doesn’t stick around to hear James’ response, or watch his reaction. He moves away from him, legs shaky but still managing to support his weight, and he exits the ring without daring to glance back.

[r0mantic-f00l]

DAD REGULUS I REPEAT DAD REGULUS ‼️ with any senecio you want just DAD regulus

I fear u have just inspired me to make a series of just dad regulus 😞😞

Meant to Be

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

You believe that completely whenever you see him interact with your children, that adoring and loving look in his eyes whilst he smiles and laughs. Of course, he smiled and laughed before your children came along, but it became different. His smile turned wider and brighter, and his laugh is louder and more joyful.

He was terrified to become a father, afraid that he wouldn't feel like a parent and there would always be a distance between him and his child because of that.

However, as soon as you gave birth to your first daughter Adelia, he held her in his arms and she wrapped her tiny hand all around his index finger. That's when he knew he would do anything for his little girl, that's when he felt complete.

When you were pregnant with your second daughter Audrea, Regulus would talk to your stomach all the time, speaking about how much he loves her, how much her older sister cannot wait to see her, how much he loves you for not only being his soulmate, but also being the mother of his two children.

He never thought he could have a family, but when he met you, he felt an inkling, he saw a vision of a happy family in his future.

♡

You have just came back into your house after grocery shopping, carrying two bags all the way to your kitchen where you proceed to empty the bags and place all the food in the right places.

Regulus usually helps you, but you assume that he did not hear the front door open and shut, as he is most likely occupied playing with Adelia.

Chatter that contains a squeaky high-pitched voice and a deep cool voice flows into your ears from upstairs, Adelia's bedroom door being open. You smile and walk up the stairs after you finish putting all the groceries away.

Clinking of small tea cups is heard amongst Adelia talking excitedly as you approach her room, only looking in through the sliver of the cracked-open door as to not disturb this precious moment.

"Here's your tea, Daddy." Adelia places the empty tea pot down on the small table, her plastic tiara shifting down her head as she looks down.

Regulus has a pink cape that is way too small for him wrapped around his neck as he wears a matching tiara to his daughter's. He holds the baby Audrea in his lap, holding her up against his torso with one arm wrapped securely around her as he lifts up his empty small tea cup and pretends to sip whatever drink Adelia 'poured' into it.

"Mm, how lovely!" The man takes another sip as if he truly enjoys the 'drink' and places the delicate cup down on the table.

"Thank you, honey."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

"I thought my name was Prince Daddy?"

"Oh yeah! And-and I'm Princess Adelia."

"Of course, my princess." Regulus bows his head, Audrea grabbing onto a long curly strand of his black hair, cooing as she yanks it.

"Ow, okay, okay, sweetie, let go. Let go of Daddy's hair." He gently pulls his hair out of the baby's grasp.

Adelia is pouring tea into hers and Regulus' tea cup once again, taking a sip out of her small porcelain cup and rubbing her stomach as she hums happily.

"No tea for your sister?" Regulus asks.

"No, she doesn't want any."

"How do you know that?"

"She told me."

"Right, so a four month old baby can speak to you."

Adelia crawls to where Regulus is sat on the floor and puts a finger under the baby's mouth, moving it as she speaks.

"'I don't want any tea, Princess Adelia. I don't wike it.'"

The baby laughs as she stares at her older sister.

"Don't do that." Regulus says softly, with an amused smile on his face.

"Sorry Daddy." Adelia chirps happily before crawling back over to her side of the table.

You smile warmly, feeling such love for your wonderful family as you watch the scene in front of you, but you now have the strong urge to join in.

"I think you mean Prince Daddy?" You correct your daughter's little mistake as you step into the room with a grin on your face, Regulus immediately smiling at you as your daughter gasps and stands up to run to you, hugging your legs.

"Mummy, can you join my tea party?" Adelia asks with a hopeful look in her eyes.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, a finger tapping your chin as you glance up at the ceiling.

"Hm, okay then. But as long as I get to be Princess Mummy."

"No, you'll be... you'll be Queen Mummy."

You sit next to your husband on the carpeted floor and kiss Audrea's forehead as she coos.

"Wait, why am I Prince Daddy and she's Queen Mummy? Shouldn't I be a King?" Regulus protests with a frown on his face.

Adelia giggles at his pout and points at her father.

"No, no, you're just a Prince!"

You smirk as Regulus slumps over and shakes his head, yet he still smiles softly.

"Prince Daddy, can you give Queen Mummy your crown?"

"Sure, should I give her my tea cup too?" Regulus mumbles under his breath as he places the plastic tiara on your head instead, the crown wonky in its placement.

"Yes, please." Adelia nods her head, grinning with mischief as Regulus holds his mouth open in faux offense.

"Be nice to your Daddy, he just lost his crown!" You tickle Adelia's side, her laughter making you smile wider.

"Yeah, I think Uncle Sirius has been rubbing off on you too much." Regulus shakes his head as he grins.

The tea party continues until Regulus prepares dinner, the four of you sat around the dining table as you feed Audrea mushed carrots whilst Regulus bribes Adelia with chocolate to eat her broccoli and cauliflower.

The golden sun shines through the windows in the dining room, making your husband's hair glow and the fake ruby in your daughter's crown twinkle.

Regulus laughs as Adelia begins to eat her vegetables with such enthusiasm after he promised her that she can have chocolate cake after dinner, and you feel your heart swarm with love.

Regulus Black is meant to be a father.

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

HI IM A LITTLE LATE I WAS AT A CONCERT HSHZHDUAAUID

@croptopjames <3 NSFW but not explicit

It's sinful, fucking sinful.

When Regulus agreed to be dragged along to this guys birthday party as part of him and his brother reconciling, this isn't how he thought it would go.

He thought it would maybe go something along the lines of he got a drink or two or three, say hi to the birthday boy, meet his brothers boyfriend and other two "best friends in the whole- the whoolle wide world reggie" he had slurred just slightly (just preparty drinks things), and then maybe, maybe if he got drunk enough, dance a bit. You know.

Most of those things did happen, to be fair. But the one thing he didn't see coming was James Fleamont Potter.

James potter, with his fucking dancing and his fucking hips and that fucking crop top. He had a waist that regulus just wanted to sink his teeth into, one that would look much better with handprint bruises, and his tattoo, that fucking tattoo, the stag antlers just barely peeking over his jeans.

Just barely, that is, until James hooks a finger in his waistband and starts swaying his hips to the beat of the music, other arm holding his bottle above his head, the head that's thrown back exposing a neck Regulus just wants to wrap his hands around and squeeze.

The worst decision he could make is walk over to him.

So he walks over to him, drink in hand (there's no way he's leaving it unattended) and smiles his most innocent smile. He looks up at James though his eyelashes, a perk of being the smallest black brother.

"And who might you be?" James grins. "No no, noono let me guess. Baby Black."

"Oh fuck that Nickname sucks, Potter" Regulus all but shudders

"Potter? Not James?" He pouts. Regulus wants to bite that lip, bite down on it and pull antil it bleeds. He wants to watch the blood run down James's chin and then lick it off.

He's so fucked. He stands up on tiptoe, so he can be right next to James's ear. He'll blame it on the music.

"James" he murmurs, low and dark and sweet all at the same time. He could have sworn James shuddered at the name.

"Regulus." James copies his tone, in his own ear, and if he sounded anything like that whilst saying James's name then he's surprised James is still upright. It makes his knees buckle for a second.

Strong arms wrap around his waist, and a slower song comes on.

"Dance with me?"

Regulus nods. Its polite, isn't it? It's rude to say no to the birthday boy. Even if, technically, it stopped being his birthday about an hour ago. The pair dance, and get far too close, and Regulus has his hands on that fucking crop top and on James's stupid little waist. It's fucking- it's not tiny, but it's not big. It's muscled. Seriously, the man is sculpted from clay or some shit.

Regulus tugs at the crop top. It reaches to a little above his belly button, and Regulus really really wants to rip it off.

"Now now honey, what are you doing that for?" Regulus blushes at the pet name, and it's almost impossible to hide because of how pale he is. James smirks, fucking smirks. Its usually something regulus Hayes, but on James it makes him want to kiss, and scratch and bite and make James his.

"Do you maybe want to go upstairs?" James asks, almost hesitantly, despite how confidently he's now murmuring in Regulus's ear and- and oh fuck, and kissing his neck.

He nods, frantically, resisting the urge to bite his lip.

"Not good enough, baby, I want to hear you say it" James says, standing up straight again, cocky smile back in place.

Regulus can play that game too. He stands on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around James's neck and breathing in his ear.

"Please, sir? Can we go upstairs, to your room?" He says, tongue dripping with honey, as he gently tugs at James's earlobe with his teeth

[tiredofthehumanlife]

A Complete Unknown Title

apparently

Barbie dolls: musician!Regulus black x musician! Gn! Reader

Word: 3k

Summary: I watched A Complete Unknown and it inspired me so here you go ig you're a musician and you run into another musician

Warnings: probaly a part one out of idk how many but this cracks me up to write ngl, American reader 🙏 or at the least you're living in America for at least four+ years🙏 I'm american so let's be kind I didn't ask for this life, smoking, regulus is kinda Sirius core for a little bit that's okay, take a shot Everytime I say gray, kissing before you know each other's names, you drive a convertible now 🤷 I think they're cool idk, sharing a cigarette, swapping saliva, regulus licks your thumb idk dude roll w it, we don't learn Regulus' name until like the end 🫠, tiny mention of sex, you believe in fate now, reg is kinda a whimpery loser pussy whipped bitch, pussy whipped used gender neutrally of course, yippee

Music has always been your simple escape. The lyrics and tunes came to you easily, spilling out your fingers onto the page and your guitar. Your favorite time of the year was the musical festival. It was so huge that you traveled over state lines just to stand on that stage and share the words and tunes you crafted. You lugged around your suitcase and guitar case for days to get to that mic stand. 

Stages were one of the only places you felt truly comfortable. This stage was different. The wooden floor felt like home. The wings made your shoulders relax. The crowd made you feel complete. The moment you were finally performing at the music festival again you felt every single problem from the year before wash away. Of course, it was your favorite time of year. Everything about it was perfect. 

Until a black-haired, gray-eyed man rode into town on a loud motorcycle. You caught a glimpse of him as you were in town looking through postcards. You liked taking one back home after each festival and adding it to your wall. As you picked up one with a nice cityscape on it, you were startled by the roaring of his motorcycle. 

The card slipped from your hands, floating down to the floor. You scoffed and dipped down, snatching the card up. You stood up, wiping the possible dirt off the card. You glanced out the window, finding the loud culprit. 

You liked to think you had strong and solid opinions, especially with people. You knew you made quick and fast judgments, but you had good cause usually. A loud man on his motorcycle; must certainly be annoying and inconsiderate, therefore unworthy of your time. Unfortunately, this man on a loud motorcycle seemed to be different. You set the card back into its place, moving closer to the window. You were drawn to him without even knowing a lick of anything about him. It was a strange feeling, knowing your feet were moving and you weren't telling them to. 

He was quite alluring apparently. His black curls were styled perfectly, seemingly placed in just the right places. A leather jacket was pulled over his shoulders, making your eyebrow twinge. He had sunglasses on, hiding half his face. The fact you couldn't tell where exactly he was looking somehow made him more interesting. You pulled open the shop door, standing out on the sidewalk to get a better look. 

He was stuck behind a red light and a large group of people walking across the crosswalk. You raised a brow at the guitar case on his back. Maybe he was in town for the festival. You've been going about four years now and never seen him before. Where had he been hiding all these years? 

The man must've felt your eyes on him because he lifted his head in your direction. He paused, staring right back at you. You gestured at your eyes, asking him to take off the glasses. The man smiled just briefly for a second. It was very small and someone who wasn't staring dead at his face, wouldn't have seen it. He pulled down his sunglasses, resting them on the tip of his nose. His eyes were strange. 

They were the color of the sky just as the sun was setting. The cold feeling of the hardwood floors in winter. The metal silverware you used to stir your tea and cut your breakfast. The ringing of a bell above your head dragging you further into a store. The water of a lake lapping at your chin as you watch the sun move closer to the horizon, knowing you'll have to get out soon. All you could do was smile, feeling the soft yet cold gray wrap around you. You didn't know his name or even his favorite food but you wanted to sit across from him and stare into his eyes for the rest of your life. 

Of course, that's a strange thing to say to a stranger so instead you settled for “What's in the case?” Very charming. The man slid his glasses back up, a tiny huff pushing out his nose. He looked up at the light as it changed from red to green. 

“Guitar.” He yelled back. Just like that he started his loud motorcycle again and turned down the road. You watched his jacket flap behind him as he rode off into the distance, the feeling of his eyes slowly retreating from your body. You let out a sigh, wishing there was some way to bottle up the way his eyes made you feel and keep it in a necklace so you'd have access to it at all times. 

You settled down, knowing that was probably the last time you'll ever see him. Your focus was back on the music festival. You were used to the whole thing, it felt like a second home at this point. Your shoes were kicked off with your jacket, thrown on the same table you have your years. The little table served you well, It held up your jacket and guitar case, waited patiently for your return, and hid your shoes underneath it.

You waited in the wing, your guitar on your back. You smiled and clapped as another artist left the stage. You liked his songs they made your foot tap. He waved goodbye to the stage. The act before yours stepped up to the microphone, greeting the crowd. You anxiously fiddled with your guitar strap. You pretended like you were paying attention to the lyrics, nodding your head along. You knew the singer or bands behind you were probably glancing at you every now and then. You knew most of them, or at least met some of them. Usually, the people who played last year were playing the next year with a few new faces. Though it was usually a handful of new faces out of armfuls of known faces. You liked it that way. 

Boots thunked on the wooden floor, skipping ahead of the line. You ignored it. They were probably stuck in the bathroom, the lines were awful. You continued to nod to the music, your hands still twisting your guitar strap. The boots stomped next to you, the toe-tapping steadily now. You paused, glancing at the person from the corner of your eye. Black curls and a leather jacket.

You turned your head to fully look at him. The motorcycle man was next to you. He turned his head, facing you. His lips twitched, the tiniest smile you’ve ever seen. He pulled his sunglasses off, hooking them into his button-up shirt. You felt the soft and cold gray wrap itself around your skin again. You felt your lips rebel against you and turn up into a smile. He pointed down at the guitar resting against his body. You nodded, evidently, it was a guitar in his case. 

The singer stepped away from the microphone, earning cheers and claps. You raised your hands, clapping along. The man next to you clapped, keeping his eyes on you. You didn’t turn your head at all, staring into the man’s eyes. 

“You’re up next. Break a leg.” The singer muttered as they walked past you. You sent them a smile, recognizing them as someone you shared lunch with last festival. You swung your guitar around and headed for the microphone stand. Cheers met your arrival. You waved, leaning towards the microphone. 

You easily moved through the small set of songs you planned. The crowd was lovely as always. The stage comforted you as you floated through your songs. You could never bite down the smile that came with performing. You loved sharing your music, it made your soul swirl and dance. You watched the faces of the crowd, a soft sway moving through them. A smile etched itself on many faces, each one different. One woman was missing a tooth, one man had dimples, and a young couple was dancing together both of whom had similar smiles.

Yet with all those teeth shining bright at you, your thoughts wandered to one particular smile. You turned your head, finding the gray eyes already waiting for you. His lips were turned up, a smile just a smidgen brighter than it was before. Your grin grew, your head turning back to the crowd. 

As you wrapped up your final song, you thanked the crowd, blowing a kiss to them all. You headed back towards the wing and swung your guitar back around. You stood next to the motorcycle man. He watched you as you did so. 

“Stick around for my songs?” He asked, pulling his glasses from his shirt. You gave him a one-shouldered shrug. 

“I suppose.” You responded, watching him as he started towards the microphone. He pushed his sunglasses up his nose, greeting the crowd with a simple hello. 

You’d heard plenty of music before, plenty of lyrics, plenty of tunes, and plenty of artists. He was different. Something about him and his music made you want to cry and curl into a ball and dance on your way down to the floor. You might even push it to say you loved it. He finished his set, leaving the crowd stunned. He headed back towards you, standing in front of you. He pulled his glasses off, raising a brow at you. You hummed. 

“I like it. A lot. It’s…” You paused, staring at him like the answer would come from his features. He tilted his head to the side, waiting. The next band’s shoes clomped past you. You felt a rather devious grin meet your face. Your smile unsettled him, the question of what was entertaining you so bugged him. Your hand slipped up to the back of his neck, tugging him towards you. The tips of your noses brushed. His smile quirked up, tilting his head to the side for you. His lips were a breath away from yours. You leaned forward, finally pressing your lips to his. 

You pictured the remnants of your songs still glossing your lips. His lyrics swirled with yours, a whole new feeling sprouting between the two of you. His hand reached out for you, gripping onto your shirt. His guitar was trapped between the two of you, leaving you feeling unsatisfied. You pulled away from him, your hand slipping from his nape and dropping to the neck of his guitar. 

“Didn’t realize my songs were that good.” He muttered. You hummed, turning away from him. You headed towards the back of the stage, right for your little table. The man called out to you. 

“Wait! Do I even get your name?” He asked, jogging after you. You didn’t bother glancing over your shoulder, continuing on your way. 

“Maybe later.” You said, turning the corner. The sounds of his boots stalled, staying somewhere near the stage wings. You collected your things, loaded yourself back into your car, and headed into town for lunch. 

You didn’t run into him again until the next afternoon. You packed light yet you still needed to take a second trip to your room for your guitar. As you reached your convertible again you saw The Man leaning against the driver's door, a cigarette pressed between his lips. Your eyes rolled as a smile reached your lips. You pulled your guitar case closer to you. 

“What’s in the case?” He asked, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. His head turned with you as you walked past him to the trunk of your car. You almost laughed. Almost. 

“Guitar.” You responded, setting your case into your trunk. The Man pushed himself off your car, joining you at your side. You slammed the trunk shut,  leaning on it to watch him. He stood in front of you, flicking the cigarette off to the side.

His shades were still on, you wondered if he slept with them on. You reached forward and dragged them off his face. You pushed them up onto your nose.  You glanced around, adjusting to the dimmer world. You looked at him, missing the gray of his eyes already. You plucked the glasses off, hooking them in your shirt like he had before. You looked up at his eyes again, finding the proper gray again. You muttered your name. His eyebrow raised, swallowing the grin spreading on his face. 

“Regulus.” He said, pulling in a breath of smoke. Regulus. Regulus. Regulus. Regulus. Regulus. You pictured it in your head over and over until it was burned into your skull in the same gray as his eyes. 

“I like it.” You answered. You reached forward and plucked the cigarette from his mouth. He tilted his head back, blowing the smoke over his head in a plume. Regulus looked back at you. You held his eyes with yours as you pressed the cigarette to your lips, inhaling deeply. His eyes dipped to the cigarette, staying with your lips as you moved the cigarette from your mouth. Regulus watched the smoke slip from your mouth, spreading out around the both of you. You held the cigarette up to his mouth, butt first. Regulus leaned forward, capturing the cig from your fingers with his lips. You ignored the smile that sprouted from his lips brushing against your finger. He held the cigarette, letting you drop your hand. Regulus pulled it from his mouth, huffing out. 

“How much do you like it? As much as my songs?” Regulus asked, his lips tugging at the memory. You hummed and let his question simmer. More than his songs, you decided. More than kiss-worthy, pantless worthy.

”No.” You turned away from him, slipping out from between him and your trunk. Regulus snorted, following after you. You swung open the driver's door, settling into your car. The top was down so getting in the car didn’t exactly put a barrier between you and Regulus. Not that you minded much. Regulus leaned down, resting his arms on the edge of your door. You looked up at him. 

“Where do you live?  In case I want to take a visit to that town for no particular reason.” Regulus asked, holding the cigarette out and away from your car. You shrugged. You reached out and held the side of his face, running your thumb under his eye. 

“I believe in fate. I didn’t tell you which hotel I was staying at, or when I was leaving, but here you are. I-“ 

“I was perched next to my window all day, watching for any glimpse of you,” Regulus muttered. You shrugged. 

“I think, if we’re meant to be, you’ll find me again. Of course, if you can’t in the next year, we have the festival.” You said, tugging at a curl by his ear. It bounced back into place, making you smile. Regulus hung his head, sighing. He looked up at you through his hair, rather pathetically hot you think. 

“I’m not sure if a year without talking to you won’t drive me mad,” Regulus whispered. You laughed at that. The preposterous claim was rather funny. Regulus hadn’t heard your laugh ever in his entire life, now that he has he’s not entirely certain that he won’t go through withdrawals without it. He lurched forward and pressed his nose into the skin of your cheek. He tilted his head up, pressing a lazy kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t go just yet. Let me take you to dinner, or at least tell me what state you live in.” Regulus muttered into your skin. He pulled away as you turned your head. You shook your head and wanted to chuckle at him again. 

“Regulus you’ve lived your entire life without ever knowing me. You just learned my name about five minutes ago. I’m sure you can go a year without me.” You said, turning your key to start your car. Regulus frowned. He stared at you with his damned gray eyes. 

“A kiss for the road?” He pleaded. You hummed, shrugging. You turned to face him pulling him down by his neck again. Your first kiss there was a guitar in your way. Your second kiss there was a car door in the way. You liked this one a little more. Regulus was making this one last. The moment he felt your lips on his, he was lurching forward and moving his lips with yours. His hand held your cheek, keeping you steady. You let your hand rest on his neck, fingers venturing towards his hair. Your other hand waited on the steering wheel. Your hand traveled to his chin. You pressed your thumb into it as your tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Regulus opened his mouth instantaneously for you, meeting his tongue with yours. He sighed, leaning further over the car door.

You pulled back, lips quirking at the groan Regulus made. You wiped at your lips with your thumb before reaching forward and pressing it to Regulus’ lips. His tongue darted out, swiping over your fingerprint. You sighed and sat forward again, settling both hands on the steering wheel. You pulled his sunglasses from your shirt, pushing them onto your face. 

“You don’t mind me borrowing these do you, Regulus?” You looked at him, watching him shake his head as your hand set your car into reverse. 

“Not at all. I can get new ones.” Regulus muttered, pulling the cigarette to his mouth. You nodded. 

“Thought so. I’ll wear them on my next album cover, so you know I’m thinking of you.” You said, raising a brow at him. Regulus smiled, stepping away from your car. 

“You’ll know when I’m thinking of you. Hear it in the wind or something else poetic.” Regulus shouted, watching you slowly pull out from the parking lot. You hooked your finger in the corner of the glasses, looking at him over the edge. 

“I’m sure I will, Regulus.” You said, sliding into traffic. Regulus watched you from the parking lot as your car drove away from him, the kisses, the festival, the town, and the state. Regulus wasn’t sure if one kiss could hold him over for 12 months. He would have to find you before he lost his sanity. 

[read-reblog-repeat]

Regulus, after Voldy died, was freed from the Inferi curse, stumbling out of the cave to a different kind of hell than the one he was in when he went in.

Yes, his parents were dead. Voldemort was dead.

But so where his friends. Almost all of his relatives. His brother.

The only thing that kept him sane? The love of his life was still there. He didn’t even care that Remus had moved on, married and got a little boy. It had been almost 20 years, for Merlin‘s sake! He was allowed to find happiness again, Reg was even happy about it.

But he can’t deny that one tiny part of him, no matter how guilty and disgusted he felt, was happy that Remus was now a widower. They could get together again!

But he didn’t think how different and difficult it would be. Remus lost everything. Multiple times. His heart had been broken. Multiple times.

But he was determined. It might take weeks, months, years. But his love for Remus was still strong, and even if they would never be in a relationship again, they could at least be friends.

And as the only Black left, who could stop him if he wanted to take care of a werewolf and his metamorphmagus son… and everyone else Remus loved.

[w4ndering-th0ught]

sweat. 647 words. @jegulus-microfic.

Joint quidditch practices were Madam Hooch’s idea. Something about trying to quell inter-house animosity- blah blah blah.

In Regulus’ opinion the only thing useful about the joint practices is that they get to see first hand what a disaster the Gryffindor team is.

Like right now, Frank Longbottom and Marlene McKinnon are in a shouting match over which drill the group should work on next.

“No- NO! We can’t give them our best drills, Marlene, they’ll-”

“Oh for fucks sake, we have practice with them for the rest of term, what are we going to do? Never train to our full potential?!”

The Slytherin captain, Dorcas Meadowes, is watching the exchange with her trademark sharpness. She throws a look over at Regulus and cocks and eyebrow. He can practically hear her voice in his head, all brawn no brains, this lot.

He laughs at her and turns away, catching sight of James Potter. Staring at him.

Dorcas claps her hands together twice. “Alright, we’re going to move on to some partner work while those two finish their little spat.” She gestures with two lazy fingers over at Frank and Marlene and starts to draw a line in the mud with the heel of her boot. Marlene looks like she’s swallowed a pygmy puff.

“I call this one push-over.” Dorcas says as she finishes her line. She flicks another finger at Marlene. “You’re with me since you’re finished over there.”

Marlene splutters but stomps over all the same.

“Slytherins will be on this side of the line, Gryffindors on the other.” Dorcas indicates the line in the mud separating her and Marlene. “Knees bent, hinge slightly at the waist, and link your shoulders.” Dorcas gestures for Marlene to follow her lead and they end up with Dorcas’ left shoulder pressed to Marlene’s right, their cheeks practically smushed together. “The goal is to get to your opponent's side of the line.”

That’s all the warning Dorcas gives before she is barrelling into Marlene full force, the Gryffindor staggering back three paces. Dorcas catches her round the middle before she can go sprawling in the mud.

She keeps her hand in the curve of Marlene’s waist and turns to address the rest of the two teams. “Just like that. Go ahead and pair off. I’ll count you down.”

Marlene has gone bright red.

Regulus turns to see which Gryffindor he can goad into going against him and finds James Potter already waiting on the other side of the line. He doesn’t say anything, just bends over slightly and offers his shoulder to Regulus the way a knight might offer a lady his sword. Chivalrous. Condescending.

Regulus tries his best to scowl and hinges forward, slotting his shoulder in place against James’. He’s hot from their warm up, Regulus can feel his breath tickling at his neck.

“3, 2, 1-”

Neither of them hesitate, they’re pressing and shoving and heaving at each other. James is growling, the feeling of it vibrating through his chest and transferring to Regulus’ clavicle.

And Regulus is not going to win this. James is a chaser, broad and tall and fucking strong. Regulus is a seeker, he’s quick but he can’t-

James’ foot slips in the mud and he goes down, snagging Regulus’ kit so they land in a heap, Regulus directly on top of him.

James is gasping, heaving in the air Regulus unceremoniously squished out of him. Regulus is trying to catch his breath as well, very conscious of the fact that they’re only inches away.

“Thought you had that, did you?” Regulus says.

Sweat drips down James’ forehead and snags in the tail end of his eyebrow. “I’m right where I want to be, sweetheart.” James reaches his head forward and brushes their noses together. It’s a tiny touch, a fragment of a moment, and then James is dumping Regulus into the mud.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ♡

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

[arliedraws]

My chaotic take on Regulus is that he's actually tall and broad like Sirius (those Black genes are strong) (although less handsome, of course), and I know it would break 90% of the Regulus fandom if someone wrote a fic where he wasn't a tiny dainty waify twink. Or, you know, made art of that...

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I actually DO think he’s a smaller type guy—at least during his time in school. He is described as “smaller, slighter” than Sirius (and of course the less handsome bit which is very “i definitely don’t have a crush on my godfather” of Harry to notice), and he also played Seeker for Slytherin. Now, I suppose that could mean he’s tall, but I think he’s slight!!!

I like to think of Regulus as small and pathetic in canon, but in my Regulus Survives AU, he spends a lot of time climbing rocks and running from dangerous beasts so he ends up looking more fit and being less fastidious.

I dont have any RECENT Reg drawings from this AU but I dug up a drawing for you from 2018…

😘 hope an oldie suffices for now!!!

[noblehouseofgay]

Otb spoilers (I'm suffering)

- I'm living for the murder revenge spree. I've been patiently waiting for regulus to just snap and I'm glad it's finally happening

- every time james has a one night stand part of my heart dies I swear he just wants his star back

- i swear to fuck- if Peter is a traitor- or Marlene or Evan dies- i swear- I'll lose it- that is too close to canon for my liking

- the way james has a tiny little suspicion about reg😭 he's not losing the last ounce of hope for him

- dorcas and Regulus being each other's spies <33

- I have 16 chapters to go and it's agonizing but I will finish it. I'm too far in to quit

- ok but Regulus killing rastaban and Evans dad simply bc they hurt james, he's so real actually

- this war cannot end soon enough fucking Salazar I hurt I'm suffering this is nothing but pain

- dorlene and wolfstar going strong? Good for them. I won't be ok til jegulus is ok

- I've had a theory since the beginning that Regulus will make remus help him with the locket to pay his debt. And I'm sticking to that bc I want it

- cannot fucking wait for dorcas to bring reg back from the darkness oh my god

[lured-into-wonderland]

This was a violation against his rights!

He who has served without failure, who has gone above and beyond, who has done everything that one could do, who has worked for so long to make the world as it was, he who shines the brightest, the strongest of the strong, a frog! This was a violation, that witch, she had no right to take one look at him, dismiss him, mock him, think that he was not good enough at all, and he had lashed out, killed her, he was sure he had shredded her to pieces, but she came back, mocked him more and then cursed him.

A frog in the mud then it was.

This would not be the end of him, this would not be how it ends, he will live, always, he always comes back, he always finds a way to overcome everything that is thrown at him and this will be no different than all the times before, as he sat there for a moment and sighed, this pond, he hated it, he hated this lilypad, he hated everything that there was here, he had no powers, none he was trapped and so he was going to have to try and escape, get out of this pond, this garden and try and find, someone, anyone at all that can help him!

“Oh, there you are!” – a pale hand with long, elegant digits grabbed his green body gently; lifting him up from the green leave of the water lily; he was almost invisible there - “I have almost not noticed you on that leave. You’re so green now.” – still holding him in a way that prevented him from jumping, or running away from her, she moved him closer to her face. Two bright blue eyes were looking at him with curiosity and some amusement. And some sympathy. Nunnally was not sure what she thought about this whole affair. Certainly, she wouldn't let him get hurt. But a part of her remembered all he did, all he did to her, and that part was rather glad about the current development. In a way, he was getting what he deserved. Not that she wanted him to always remain the frog. Oh no, she would miss him too much. His golden eyes, his silver hair, his gentle (but clumsy) hands.

Right, his hands were not always gentle, she reminded herself again taking some odd pleasure in how hopeless he looked on her palm.

“Naughty frog.” – she cooed – “Were you trying to escape from me?” – she wondered what was now going on in that cute green head of his.

“Hmmm…” – she hummed – “Don’t try to kick with that tiny legs of yours, it will not help you.” – she stood up carrying him gently towards the palace. She was truly enjoying herself.

“Oh, what a cute frog you are. I wish you could talk.” – she laughed – “Although probably I should not be wishing for that. Seeing you but not hearing you it’s not such a bad thing.”

As she was walking through the beautiful gardens, both of them were wandering across not so long ago, she hoped his punishment would not last too long. Though when he is back in his human form (and she never doubted he would) he’s be so difficult for some. She could almost hear his complaints about his rights being violated. She hummed again and restrained herself from mocking him. The most powerful man in the world being turned into a frog. Although Nunnally said nothing, she could not help herself but to let out a small laugh: --

“Are you hungry? I am sure we’ll find something you like. What do frogs eat?” – she was teasing him – “Flies? Or slugs? I am sure we’ll be able to find you something to your liking.” – she patted his little head – “But perhaps you’ll still prefer some human food?” – she asked not expecting any reply – “I would put to into my pocket so that you could enjoy this little trip more.” – she continued sighing – “But I know you. So, I won’t.”

She was sure he was furious. Fuming inside that green body of his. Good that frogs could not bite. When she finally reached her chambers, she sat down at the desk and put him gently in front of her.

“There’s no need to be so annoyed, Regulus. But I understand. It is hard to be green.”  

@fallesto