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quillkiller · 3 months

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microfic: effiebarty, 1.3k words, mature.

age gap (barty 22, effie 46), cheating, referenced abuse (barty’s father), mild sexual content

Barty huffed out a not-so-surprised laugh when his back hit the couch, looking up at the lust filled brown eyes that, in turn, were looking down at him. Christ, he thought. He was in way over his head.

Nowhere else he'd rather be, though.

It had been his fathers idea– to help out at the Potter’s. Maybe befriend Fleamont Potter’s only son, James Potter, the loud arrogant fucker. The most important task at hand, though, was to be at Mr. Potters side. Offer your assistance, his father said. Whatever he wants, and maybe something will become of you.

Barty had expected Mr. Potter to open the goddamn gates to the pretentious fucking mansion he was living in, but instead he was met with the Missus. It was early in the morning and she had been wearing a mint green silk robe and not much else. Hair a little messy and unkempt, unimpressed look on her face. Twenty years Barty’s senior, at the very least.

“Fuck me,” Barty had exhaled, inelegant and inappropriate. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but in his defense his father always did say he couldn’t beat him into a proper young man.

Certainly didn’t stop him from trying though.

Mrs. Potter raised one single eyebrow, raised her coffee cup to her lips and watched him as his eyes followed the motion, and then stepped aside to let him in. She laughed, a quiet mischievous little thing, when his breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck me,” he repeated through a breathy laugh.

“Unlikely.” an amused Mrs. Potter said.

Barty did whatever Mr. Potter told him to, which were all bullshit jobs that certainly wouldn’t help the bloody career he didn’t even care about in the first place. He brought him coffees, cleaned their giant fucking pool, ran errands– and on some, very rare, occasions he was to follow James around. Take notes, Mr. Potter said.

Barty had punched people for a lot fucking less.

It could’ve been worse, though. His anger simmered away immediately when he entered the kitchen to find Mrs. Potter already there, standing by the kitchen island. She’d pour him a cup of coffee and ask him how he takes it. She was a bloody goddess, too good for this house, in the early morning sun peeking through the large kitchen windows.

Barty would say something stupid like: your husband is waiting for me.

Mrs. Potter would grin and say: you’d rather drink your coffee with him?

Fuck no, he’d laugh. He figured he could steal five minutes of the day, just to share them with the Missus of the house. Mr. Potter wouldn’t miss him, certainly. Maybe Barty would even survive this bullshit not-even-a-job without breaking something if Mrs. Potter would continue to indulge him. If she’d let his greedy eyes watch her. He felt like a stain in her presence, afraid to get too close and infect her with his filth.

She stepped closer, entering his personal space, and raised the cup of coffee for him to grab. Their fingers brushed when he took it. She hadn’t flinched at the touch. Hadn’t wrinkled her nose in disgust. She let her fingers linger, just a little, before removing them.

Good boy, she’d said.

Barty nearly dropped the coffee cup on the floor.

Since then, she would always wait for him in the kitchen when he came down. Or at least he’d like to think she was waiting. For him. And when he was cleaning their pool, she’d come out and offer him a cold drink. Sometimes she’d stay, lower herself onto one of the tanning chairs with a book. Sneak a glance or two, and maybe, just maybe, Barty would throw his shirt off. Claiming it’s too bloody hot out. Maybe Mrs. Potter’s glances would increase after that.

Yeah, it could’ve been worse.

“Why are you here, anyway?” Mrs. Potter asked one afternoon, outstretched on her tanning chair in a white silk robe and another book in her hands. She liked books. Maybe Barty would bring her one of his own someday.

“Why are you?” Barty challenged, and fished a cigarette from out of his back pocket. He raised his eyebrows towards the older woman, as if to ask do you mind?

Mrs Potter shrugged, “My husband wouldn’t like it if he knew,”

Barty didn’t know which question she was answering, but he lit up the cigarette and brought it to his lips. Mrs Potter watched him do it. “And you?” he asked.

Mrs. Potter laughed, a bright thing Barty wanted to hear more of. He felt the burning heat of jealousy bubbling up in his chest at the thought that Mr. Potter got to hear it. Probably a lot, even. Maybe from their shared marital bed, where he touched her in ways he didn’t fucking deserve.

“You’re cocky, you know that?”

“I’ve been accused of worse things.”

“I’m sure you can be a good boy,” Mrs Potter teased, “when you want to be,”

Barty fought the urge to drop to his knees and crawl over to her on all fours. He wasn’t completely sure he wasn’t salivating, like a dog with a bone just out of reach. He wondered if Mrs. Potter was doing it on purpose, dangling it infront of him like this. It certainly didn’t stop his imagination from running wild.

They held each other's gaze, tension heavy in the air. Barty knew he was blushing, but he didn’t look away. His knees would buckle, though, any second now, he was sure of it. The thought only made him blush further. He wouldn’t mind falling to his knees in front of Mrs. Potter. Wouldn’t mind submitting to her every whim, really, if that’s what she wanted

Mrs. Potter bit her lip and lowered her gaze just slightly. She put her book down on the ground, ever so slowly— and allowed her legs to part, her silk robe loosening sinfully as her legs continued to spread.

The cigarette fell from Barty’s lips, long since forgotten. He was about to say something, to maybe possibly object. Remind her of her bore of a useless husband, before he realised he absolutely didn’t care. Couldn’t care less, really, as his gaze lowered and watched as Mrs. Potter’s fingers reached the hem of her swim wear.

“Mrs–”

“Effie,” she interrupted.

Heat pooled in his chest, his belly— his entire body. He swallowed tightly as her fingers dipped even lower. Someone would kill him for this, he thought. If they ever found out.

He bit his own lip until he could taste the metallic tang of blood. Mrs Potter - Effie, he corrected - moaned as her hand disappeared between her legs, not looking away from him once.

His knees buckled.

“Watch,” Effie commanded, “no touching,”

He’d die a lucky fucking man, though. He’d let Effie herself kill him, gladly, if that’s what she wanted. Whatever she fucking wanted. He’d lay his head down on her knee, like someone would lay their head on the execution block, and he’d look up at her so fucking sweetly.

That’s how he had ended up here, with his back against the couch– in a pool house with a married woman. Not knowing or caring where her husband was. His fathers words echoed in his mind, demanding Barty do whatever Mr. Potter asked of him. Offer your assistance, his father had said.

Effie straddled him, hand around his throat and robe falling off her shoulders. Sure, Mr. Potter hadn’t asked him to do this, but if that idiot couldn’t keep his wife satisfied then someone would have to do it for him. A woman like Effie should always be satisfied. Should have whatever she fucking wanted, whenever she wanted it. He was simply offering his assistance.

Effie closed her hands around his wrists, keeping them above his head. “Will you keep them there?” she whispered, gently rolling her hips. “for me?”

Way, way over his fucking head.

“Anything,” he stuttered.

“Good boy.”

#jen’s microfics #im gonna try doing this maybe once a week to cure my writers block #ANYWAY………#i offer you…. effiebarty…..#effiebarty #euphemia potter #barty crouch junior #im so nervous to post this lmao #marauders #marauders fandom

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lexithwrites · 5 months

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james x regulus - club confession that no one asked for

Not being able to touch him was torture. It had been for years, but some reason at this very moment, in that club, it was worse than ever. James wasn’t sure if it was because Regulus was sitting directly across from him so he could look into his eyes whenever he glanced around, or the eyeshadow he had on that made him look even more beautiful, or the insanely tight jeans he knew Dorcas had forced him into. Whatever the reason, it was killing James. He could barely stand to look at him because he was worried everyone else would see the lust pouring off of him. James typically tried to hide his infatuation for Regulus, mostly for Sirius’ sake. He didn’t think his best friend would kill him exactly, but he doubted he’d be overjoyed. It was his little brother, after all. He had every right to be protective over him, even with James.

“Want another?” Evan nudged James’s arm and he glanced up. “Day dreaming?” He grinned.

“Fuck, sorry. Yeah, sure. Thanks mate.” He smiled up at Evan as he collected a few glasses and stepped out of the booth. Barty quickly followed, as he always did, and everyone thanked them for the round they were sure to bring back. “Hey, you wanna dance?” James leaned over to the girls who had snuggled up in the middle of the booth together.

“Yeah!” Pandora beamed and took James’ hand, tugging him out. “Come on.” She nodded at the other girls eagerly and it wasn’t like they were going to pass up the opportunity to dance. “Everything okay?” Panda tilted her head up at James and he shrugged. “You looked a little far away.”

“Just been thinking, that’s all.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Lily teased and he pulled a face at her. “Is everything alright, though? You’re not usually this quiet.”

“I just…I wanna tell him.” James sighed and the girls stopped just short of the dancefloor. “Is that bad?”

“No!” Mary quickly jumped in as Marlene and Dorcas joined them in their little circle. “I think it’s very brave, Jam. Just…how are you gonna do it?”

James snorted. “No fuckin’ clue. Should I even be telling Reg? I should be going to Sirius first, right?”

“What, like getting his blessing?” Marlene smirked and James rolled his eyes. “It’s what it sounds like.”

“I think it might be a good thing to talk to Sirius but…” Dorcas rubbed James’ arm. “Don’t treat it like you’re asking for his permission. Regulus will hate that.” She had a point. James didn’t want to be doing anything behind Regulus’s back, after all. “Talk to him first, because at the end of the day it’s between you two. No one else.”

James sighed, briefly looking over his shoulder at their table and seeing Regulus looking right back at him. He swallowed. Dorcas seemed to notice and she squeezed his arm, a sign of comfort. “Do you want to ask him to dance instead, hon?”

“I don’t think I’m that brave, Cass.”

“Sure you are.” She shrugged, then turned to the girls. “We’re gonna go to the other side of the dancefloor and you, sir, are gonna go talk to him. Or dance with him—”

“—or makeout with him.” Marlene interjected and her girlfriend playfully tugged on her shirt.

“Just go, James.” Dorcas laughed and she kissed his cheek for good luck, the girls all heading away from him. James smiled at them all and turned back around. He could feel the bass reverberate through his whole body as everything seemed to move in slow motion around him. Just ask him, what’s the worst that can happen?

Regulus put his drink down when James came back and he cocked his head to the side. “Already fed up with dancing?” He asked.

James licked his lips. “Actually, Reg—”

“Drinks, drinks, drinks!” Barty chanted, slamming a glass down in front of each of the boys with a wicked grin. “I’m gonna go shag Evan in the toilets so no one come in, alright?”

“Barty, that’s disgusting. You’re in public.” Regulus scoffed.

His best friend shrugged. “Fine, maybe just a handjob. Ev probably wouldn’t wanna get his knees dirty anyway.” He winked and clapped James on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you two alone, then.” When Evan wasn’t carrying a tray of drinks, Barty tugged him away, and James cleared his throat.

“Is he always like that?”

“Unfortunately.” Regulus smiled a little fondly and James’ chest ached. “Since we’re on the subject of shagging, have you seen Remus and my brother? They wandered off after you and the girls did.” James looked around and shook his head. “Great. Everyone’s just…having a great time.” Regulus sat back and took a long swig of his drink and James took a selfish moment just to watch the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed.

He wanted to lick it. Christ, Potter.

“Everything alright?” He slid in beside Regulus and picked up a glass that he assumed was his—rum and coke, double—and took a sip. Yep, definitely a double.

“I’m fine. Go dance.”

“No, I—I don’t wanna dance right now.”

Regulus raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You seemed pretty eager a minute ago.” James sighed and rubbed his face. “You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me—”

“I don’t.” James said quickly and Regulus finally looked at him. “I want to sit with you. So, can you please tell me what’s wrong? I wanna help.” He always wanted to help.

Regulus didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked deep into James’ eyes. So much so that James started to feel a little shy. No one looked at him like that, just Regulus.

“I’m mad because everyone has someone.” He finally said and James frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Remus has Sirius. Evan has Barty. Dorcas has Marlene. Don’t even get me started on whatever Mary, Lily and Panda are because I have no clue. I don’t ask questions.” James had actually been rather curious about that himself. He had noticed the little touches and smiles and looks the three of them were giving each other. Did that mean anything? “It’s just very suffocating sometimes. To be surrounded by couples when you’re not in one yourself.”

James smiled. “Well, it’s not like I’m in one. Just as single as you.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Shit. “I didn’t mean—”

“Why are you single, James?” Regulus blurted out, making him go still. “You could have anyone in this club and you know it. So why don’t you ever hook up with anyone when we go out?”

James' mouth suddenly felt very dry and he grabbed his drink. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Why am I on trial for not seeing someone?”

Regulus sighed. “You’re not, I just don’t understand why you’re wasting your time.” He looked down and James tried to follow his gaze. He looked sad.

“I didn’t realize I was.” James replied. For a while, Regulus didn’t say anything, and the two sat there in silence with the music thumping around them. James wondered if he’d said the wrong thing, or if he should have even come over at all. It seemed like he was just constantly bothering Regulus every time they were alone and he hated it. He didn’t want to be thought of as a bother, especially not by Regulus.

Eventually, when Regulus did look up, his face was something unreadable. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me, Jamie?”

James had never felt his heart skip a beat before, not once in his whole life, but he felt it then. Jamie. No one had ever called him that before. It sounded good coming from Regulus, rolling off of his tongue. It sounded sweet…sexy. James cleared his throat.

“Look at you?”

Regulus scoffed. “Don’t act dumb. You’re not dumb. I see, James. I see everything. And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me and you’re just…why are you wasting your time?”

Oh, that stung.

James rubbed his thighs and let out a sad, defeated laugh. “I think I should go. I’ll stop wasting your time.” As he began to get up, he felt a hand suddenly grip his bicep and James looked down to see Regulus with a completely different expression this time. He looked desperate, almost regretful. “Reg—”

“I meant—fuck, I meant you could be with so many other people, why—” Regulus must have realised how hard he was holding onto James’ shirt and he pulled his hand back. Then it hit him.

“You think me liking you is wasting my time…because what, you don’t think you’re good enough?” James asked incredulously. “Regulus,” he sunk back into the booth and turned serious, “I’ve liked you for years, I mean Christ, I’ve never even thought about anyone else. It’s actually embarrassing. And all the others, they—”

“Everyone else knows?” Regulus interrupted and James bit his lip.

“Uh…maybe?” Regulus paused and then he started giggling. Fucking giggling. James could have kissed him. “Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not, not at you, it’s just…I thought everyone knew I liked you.” James’ eyes went wide and he blinked in disbelief.

“You like me back?”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me say it again. Obviously I do, James. Obviously I do.”

“It wasn’t obvious to me.”

“Then you’re very unobservant aren’t you?” Regulus raised an eyebrow and James wondered if he meant that as challengingly as it came across. “You really haven’t seen how I act around you?”

“And how is that?” James moved a little closer to him across the seat. Regulus noticed that; he swallowed. “What, no comebacks? No insults?”

“I’m not going to insult you.”

“You usually do. You love it.”

Regulus smiled. “If it’s deserved. You are an idiot for not knowing, though.”

“There he is.” James smiled back at him and the two just looked at each other. They were quite content doing it; no words needed to be exchanged. And then James could have sworn he saw Regulus’ eyes flicker down. “Regulus—”

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” Was his choked out response and James wanted to touch him so bad it hurt. “I…wanted to stop. You’re Sirius’ best friend and I didn’t want to make everything weird but I can’t…James, I can’t stop.”

“Hey,” James cupped Regulus’ cheek and the other boy’s lashes fluttered. Jesus. “I can’t either. I haven’t for so long and I don’t want things to be weird either, but, if we both like each other…it doesn’t have to be weird. It can just be us.”

Regulus slowly nodded. “You look really good tonight.” He touched the shirt James had on—some silk maroon thing that Remus had lying around, he’d give it back eventually—and his smile grew. “It’s like you’re trying to torture me.”

“It’s how I’ve felt all night, too.” James laughed and he put his forehead to Regulus’s. For another moment, neither spoke, but then James felt a hand on his thigh and his breath hitched. “Reggie—”

“I’m not good with being in public like this.” He said softly and his breath made James shiver the moment it hit his cheek. “I wish…we were somewhere else right now.”

“We could be.” James said without thinking and something shifted between them. It was different, and they both knew it. James swallowed as Regulus looked into his eyes with that piercing gaze that melted him inside and out, and he nudged their noses together. “If…only if you want.”

“I want.” Regulus breathed. “Jamie—”

“God, the way you say that—” James nearly whimpered; it was almost pathetic if it didn’t get the reaction it did out of Regulus. The other boy stared at him and then he finally, finally, closed the distance between them.

Regulus kissed like he was desperate, struggling for air and James was oxygen. He kissed hungrily, greedily, and seemed to forget that they were in public. James loved it. He felt addicted the second their lips touched and he grabbed Regulus by the back of the head and by his waist so he could tug him closer, closer, closer. If that was even possible. He’d have him in his lap if he wasn’t sure Regulus would stop him. Maybe he could if they were alone. He moaned into Regulus’ mouth at that and tilted his head so he could trace over Regulus’ lower lip with his tongue. He wanted to taste every inch of him and savor it, devour it. He wanted Regulus all to himself, now. No one else in this club was going to touch him, or James would break their hands.

Eventually, Regulus pulled back so he could breath and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and gain some ounce of control. When he looked at James again, he looked hungry, and James rubbed his hip.

“Come home with me.” James whispered, lips brushing against Regulus’ cheek. “I can talk to Sirius, he can just deal with it.”

Regulus let out a breathy laugh. “Is that so? You suddenly took charge.”

“Right now, I don’t care about anything but you.” James admitted. “I just…fuck, Reg, I’m dying here.”

“Why?” Regulus bravely touched James' inner thigh and he watched James shudder. “Oh, love. You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

“You’re evil.”

“Not to you.” Regulus shook his head. “I’ll be so good to you, James. Just like you’ll be to me, won’t you?” James nodded his head. He’d crawl across this club floor if Regulus asked him to right now. He was under his control, his command, and god did he love it.

“Can we please go home?” James whined and Regulus grinned, looking wicked. He’d won.

“Who's going to tell my brother? Or the others? They’ll get worried.”

James snorted. “I think they’ll know exactly what we’re doing.” But Regulus still took out his phone and texted someone, presumably Pandora, before grabbing his drink and downing it in two gulps. “We’re really going?”

“You’re not getting out that easily.” Regulus smirked and he stood up. James hated how far away he felt and he stumbled to his feet after him. “You’re like a puppy.” Regulus teased him, sliding a hand down to intertwine with James’.

“I can bark for you, if you like.”

“Please don’t. I’m not into that kind of roleplay.”

James’ eyebrows shot up. “What roleplay are you into?”

“Just shut up and take me home.”

#im tempted to write a sequel of the actual smut but idk so let me know #i love them and i love james just being regulus' pet #he'd follow him anywhere #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #jegulus writing #my writing

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princeblack · 1 year

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it's the second quidditch match of the year for slytherin and it's against hufflepuff, which should ease his mind since he at least gets to see one of his best friends, but he still finds himself on edge. things have been difficult recently, between trying to stay on top of his usual academics while also trying to hide his correspondences with sirius from both his parents and the other death eaters. sirius was outside of europe and in hiding, but sending notes when he could, each time from a different bird and with a new fake name scribbled at the bottom in his now familiar handwriting.

sirius occupies a lot of his thoughts lately, right next to what lord voldemort's been doing and then bee diggory. he's plagued with nightmares a lot of the time, scenarios ranging between the ministry finding sirius to the death eaters realizing that regulus is switching sides. most of his dreams end in death for either him or someone he loves... especially bee.

she's been his main source of happiness for a long time now, ever since she wrote him the letter at the start of last year saying she didn't think his brother was a murderer or that he and his family were evil. she told him to ignore people like justin finch-fletchley, even complimenting regulus and trying to make friends, to which he immediately accepted.

he had a crush on bee even before this, admiring her for her beauty from a distance and even trying to distract himself from it in second year when he dated daphne greengrass. it hadn't lasted long, mostly because it didn't seem to work and regulus never felt anything he should for daphne. she was the type of girl his parents would want him to date, but it felt wrong continuing the relationship when he didn't like her like she liked him. especially when he started to realize that he didn't necessarily want what his parents wanted for him.

in contrast, his relationship with bee only seemed to blossom after the note, the two of them hanging out in class and outside of it, becoming friends and subsequently worsening his crush on her again. they're happy together, even if he's not sure if she likes him like that. it's one of the only things in his life he feels is going right and that makes him happy, but the worst part is knowing he'll most likely lose her when she finds out the truth about him. and even worse, there are the nightmares that lord voldemort will hurt her when he finds out about regulus switching sides. the dark lord shouldn't care about something petty like that, but something regulus is learning is that tom is angry and vengeful, and if he knew for any reason that regulus loved bee, he would certainly hurt her.

the thought plagues his nightmares along with all of the other ones, usually involving an alternate outcome of the night voldemort had sent kreacher to test one of his horcrux defenses, but this time it resulted in the house elf actually being killed instead of injured within an inch of his life. that night sticks with regulus, making him so angry that his nails dig into his palms. that black void of hatred only grew when voldemort ordered barty to kill an innocent who had stumbled upon one of their meetings and he had actually done it.

all of regulus's notions about what being a death eater meant were shattered. it wasn't like his parents had said when he was young-- there was no prophecy saying wizardkind was in danger of extinction, and lord voldemort didn’t have to kill lily and james potter. regulus had learned from professor trelawney that it was her prophecy; that all the prophecy even indicated to begin with was that a baby born in harry’s certain circumstances would somehow bring the end of lord voldemort.

all of his lord's actions were selfish– regulus knows that now. he knows that the talk about preserving their culture and loving pure, magical blood was just an excuse to kill others and manipulate a select few to always do his bidding.

regulus was one of those ones manipulated. and it all became worse when he realized that sirius was never in azkaban for killing twelve muggles-- that was peter pettigrew the entire time. regulus's life feels like a joke with no punchline, especially when he finally meets his brother and has him ripped away once more. all he wonders now are what other lies his parents told him, that the death eaters perpetuated.

focusing on quidditch feels like an impossible task, especially with bee present and beautiful. but he gets dressed in his green slytherin robes as quickly as he can, meeting the team out on the field with his nimbus 2001 before the match starts.

marcus flint gives a speech reminding them the key points of their training, encouraging them to do well against their opponents and not let their guard down just because of lucius's generous donation of nimbus 2001s to the entire team.

regulus is only partly listening, allowing his gaze to drift over to the hufflepuffs, immediately picking out bee. his heart feels warmer as soon as he sees her, like it always does every single time he lays eyes on her. she looks beautiful, a radiant smile on her lips at something her teammate says. her braids make his heart race a little because they're so cute, flopping over her shoulders as she mounts her broom. regulus smiles at her when she looks in his direction, raising a hand to wave. they're too far away for him to say anything, so he just gives her a lingering gaze before finally looking away. his stomach feels tight for some reason, like it's hard to even witness how perfect she is this morning when he knows he'll never be able to tell her how he really feels.

madam hooch makes marcus shake hands with cedric, then she counts down before blowing her whistle to start the game, causing all fourteen players to kick off the ground. regulus follows suit, raising high into the air above the other players. he needs to focus on looking for the snitch, but he can already tell it's going to be more difficult than usual as he feels the droplets of rain start to pelt his face, cold and icy. his gaze moves over to bee again, watching as she flies for the quaffle, trying to catch it as adrian pucey tosses it over to marcus.

he tries not to focus on watching her, realizing he's the seeker and he's responsible for making his team win. he dodges a bludger, swinging his broom around to start flying in the other direction. the rain is starting to pour, making his curls plaster to his forehead as the water gets in his eyes. squinting, he looks for the snitch, all too aware of the way bee is flying past him again as marcus takes the quaffle towards the goal posts. / @devcted

#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( prose ) .#Ⅰ. ⸻ / 𝑹.𝑨.𝑩. ( 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. bexley ) .

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jamespottersmixtape · 6 months

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hi hi :) 3, 15, 25 for the ask game!

hiii! ty ty for asking!

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

hmm this is kind of tough (I have a horrible memory and forget everything after I write it) but I'd have to say for starters this small section from my lost lover lives rent free in my head a lot so...yeah maybe this one. the whole salvation thing and hating Evan whilst also not being able to help but want him???? part of the reason I wrote this one shot in the first place like UGH they can never make up their minds

Barty feels like a man buried alive; condemned to a fate worse than death unless he claws his way out, choking on dirt and grime and praying that he breaches salvation. He’s surrounded on all sides by the one thing he can’t help but hate, can’t help but want. And oh, how he wants.

or (it may not be my best work yet bc it's not edited and not out yet) but there's a scene from my new wip where evan and barty get into a fight and they're all sad and bad at communication as per usual and just akdfjkehfjke I love them

I can't say I've written many arguments before so it was hard to navigate at first, but now I really like how the scene came out even if I'm putting the characters through turmoil😭

15. something you learned this year

relating to fandom I've probably learned the most about how people on the internet like to treat each other. how someone would rather speak publicly about things they hate whilst bringing others down for liking it, rather than expressing their dissenting opinions in a more private space. I've just come to learn that most of the time it's unnecessary and so I try to keep the things that I dislike (whether it be something as trivial as a ship I don't like) out of public view

in general I've learned that I'm awfullllllll at time management but that I enjoy writing a lot more than I ever thought I would :,)

25. a fic you read this year that you recommend everyone read

oh this is hard lol I have a lot of favorites but I'd say two that I really loved that I don't see people talk about as much are:

oh, my love is a lie! by artiest (I loved getting into Regulus' character whilst reading it and James is just sooofhosjhfesdjfiuh also Regulus' friendship with Lily is so precious I just love this fic sm) Of Memories and Milk Thievery by moonymoment (divorced wolfstar with 16 year old teddy oh I adored the whole thing it was such a fun read) (also bc I can't shut up: I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How to Dance with You by greensenne for practically getting me fully immersed into rosekiller in the first place)

sorry for this super long response lol but again tysm for asking, hope your weekend is good <<3

#ask game #!!!!

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polifandom · 11 days

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MASTERLIST

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Masters of the Air

all is fair in love and war - buck/bucky

not rated, oneshot, 1.9k words

The one where Bucky can't take hiding his feelings anymore, so he does something about it.

tags: pining, angst, rough kissing

i bleed for you and now i'm gushing - buck/bucky

rated M, oneshot, 4.4k words

The one where it's Buck's wedding, and John is in love with the groom.

tags: hurt no comfort, heavy pining, post-war

additional stuff: spotify playlist

i see my reflection in your eyes - buck/bucky

rated M, multichapter, ongoing (continuation of ibfyanig)

The one where Gale sends John letters after he breaks his heart by marrying Marge. And John falls even more in love.

tags: letters, mutual pining, post-war

additional stuff: spotify playlist

me and you, baby - buck/bucky

rated M, multichapter, ongoing

The one where Buck is a porstar and John has no fucking idea (but he'd like to).

tags: texting, porn au, sexual tension

additional stuff: spotify playlist, moodboard #1, #2

drabbles and headcanons:

buck x bucky failed sex attempt

buck x bucky hitting during sex headcanons

high school musical

chad is no troy - chad/ryan

rated M, oneshot, 3.1k words

In which Ryan joins the East High baseball team after summer vacation, making what was left of the status quo fall apart, and, in turn, making Chad realize he has a lot more in common with Ryan than he thinks.

tags: canon divergence, baseball player ryan, horny teenagers

marauders era

fuck you (for making me feel like this) - remus/sirius

rated M, oneshot, 2.9k words

In which Remus is Regulus' best friend, and Sirius hates his fucking guts because he's always around. The feeling is not mutual.

tags: modern setting, enemies to lovers, sexual tension

you broke me first - remus/sirius, remus/james

rated E, twoshot, 6.6k words

In which Sirius breaks Remus' heart, and the Slytherin seeks revenge on him.

tags: slytherin remus, morally grey characters, unhappy ending

precious - remus/regulus

rated T, oneshot, 3.1k words

In which Regulus has a crush on his brother's boyfriend, but that's partly due to Remus being the only gay person he knows other than himself. And it all builds up to his first kiss.

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, coming out

three make a couple - remus/sirius/james

rated T, oneshot, 2.1k words

In which Remus, James and Sirius are all completely smitten by one another, but they each take a little while to realize.

tags: polyamory, idiots in love, fluff

it's not hell if you like how it burns - remus/barty

rated M, oneshot, 3.2k words

In which Remus and Barty bring out the worse in each other and relish in it.

tags: morally grey characters, drug use, consensual violence

with every start, this is how it ends - remus/james

rated M, oneshot, 5.3k words

In which Remus, James, Regulus and Sirius decide to go to the club and, because Remus and James are the only uncomplicated relationship lasting among them, they of course end up complicating it.

tags: modern setting, fluff, friends to lovers

the ins and outs of remus lupin's childhood bedroom - remus/other(s)

rated M, short fic, 5.5k words

Remus Lupin's flings and the damage they've caused to his childhood bedroom.

tags: modern setting, remus lupin is a slut

Merlin (tv)

arthur pendragon is perfect - merlin/arthur

rated T, oneshot, 1.2k words

The one in which Arthur is a little brat and Merlin can't help but love him anyway.

tags: modern setting, trans merlin, making out

#masterlist #masterpost #masters of the air #mota fanfic #high school musical #marauders era #merlin

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firstwizardingwarfest · 2 years

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Masterlist and creator reveals!

We had truly great works in this fest. We're thrilled everyone was so excited to explore the First Wizarding War with us!! Your mods, @yletylyf and @maraudersaffair, want to thank everyone for making it such a success.

If you haven't had a chance to catch up on all the works yet, you can browse the collection here.

Below is the final fest masterlist with creator reveals!

We'll Make the Best of It by @patriceavril (James Potter/Lily Evans Potter) [Fic]:

“I’m going stir crazy. I’m sick of this stupid house and this stupid garden and…” “My stupid face?” Lily grinned. “Your face is alright. Could be worse.” The highs and lows of the Potters’ time in hiding.

Sincerely, Your Favourite Cousin by LimeOfMagicLimo (Gen) [Fic]:

When her favourite baby cousin is down in the aftermath of his House Elf's death, big cousin Bellatrix heads up to Hogsmead to cheer him up. It changes the course of war like you wouldn't believe.

a learning experience by Laeveteinn (Tom Riddle/Hepzibah Smith; Various Platonic Relationships) [Fic]:

Voldemort spends ten years in customer service. In retrospect, this may explain certain things.

Cruel Bravery by @trinitydaydabbles (Sirius Black/Bellatrix Black Lestrange) [Fic]:

He's on a mission for the Order of the Phoenix. She's on a mission for the Death Eaters. Only one of them can succeed, but neither are getting out of this unscathed.

The Depths of the Abyss by @thecryptidlady (Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr.) [Fic]:

Regulus, increasingly disillusioned and buckling under his guilt, seeks comfort in Barty's arms.

two coffins for sleep by knowinglook (Severus Snape/Regulus Black) [Fic]:

Regulus’s body was ice-cold and his skin was so sickeningly blue, that it almost looked translucent. Severus pressed his fingertips, shaking he noticed, against Regulus’s wrist, searching for a pulse. There, a faint pulse. He’s still alive. He’s still alive. Or: Severus helps Regulus survive the Horcrux poison.

Choices by @mystcwritings (Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks) [Fic]:

The Black Sisters made their choices. All for love. Bellatrix love of the Dark Lord; Andromeda and Narcissa the love of their husbands. But War has its consequences.

The Recruitment by @silenceinwinter2019 (James Potter/Lily Evans Potter) [Fic]:

Prompt 32 by Chelonie: In canon, Voldemort tried to recruit Lily Evans. I would LOVE to read that story!

Sectum Princeps (Dolorissimum) by SerenaEW (Gen) [Fic]:

The first cut hurts the most. A canon-compliant-ish fic about how Sectumsempra came to be.

No Mercy for Beasts by @maraudersaffair (Remus Lupin/Severus Snape) [Fic]:

It's sixth year and Severus is desperate to become a Death Eater. He's also desperate for Remus Lupin to fuck him.

Stronger by @digthewriter (Dorcas/Marlene) [Art]:

Some couples are driven apart by the war, twisted by fear and suspicion, but it only brings Dorcas and Marlene closer together.

Auror Potter and the Vices of Men by @camelot-dragonlord (Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort) [Fic]:

The Ministry sends Auror Harry back in time to defeat Voldemort before the prophecy. During his mission, Harry falls in love with someone unexpected.

A Way Out by @shiaya21 (Peter/Regulus, Peter & Regulus) [Digital Comic]:

Peter Pettigrew and Regulus Black hanging out in a random park. They have a nice little chat about the future and question their life decisions. (Spoiler: They're not very good at it.)

Damage Control by @sniperjade (Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy; Gen) [Fic]:

Realising that he was now very much on his own in this life Draco Malfoy goes back in time to try and fix the past. He thinks can change things. Set everything back on the right path. He didn't expect to meet someone so important that the future would not exist without her. He never expected to be battling in a warzone whilst trying to protect someone completely unable to protect themselves.

Here to Honour You by DeanDangerous (Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr.) [Fic]:

Before walking into his death, Regulus says goodbye to an unsuspecting Barty.

love like the blood in my teeth by anonymous (marlene mckinnon/dorcas meadows) [Fic]:

Some couples are driven apart by the war, twisted by fear and suspicion, but it only brings Dorcas and Marlene closer together.

leave a message in the dirt Fic by @yletylyf and Art by @digthewriter (Remus Lupin/Fenrir Greyback) [Art & Fic]:

Remus is reeling after the Order sends Sirius Black on a suicide mission. Remus doesn't want to be human anymore. Fortunately—or unfortunately—he has a built-in solution for that.

Nyctophobia by @soloorganaas (Bella/Lily) [Fic]:

The time for playing by their rules is over.

In a Mirror, Darkly by @inmyownlittlecorner5 (Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter) [Fic]:

Lily Evans Potter would do anything to protect her family from Voldemort. Even seduce her ex-best friend Severus Snape.

cauldron smoke and fresh paper by Laeveteinn (Barty Crouch Jr./Voldemort) [Fic]:

If Barty Crouch Sr. spent time at his manor, he might have noticed how often Voldemort did the same.

The Sisters of House Black by @adastraarts (Bellatrix Black Lestrange & Narcissa Black Malfoy & Andromeda Black Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange & Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks) [Art]:

The three Black sisters - Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa - and the different paths each of them walk during the First Wizarding War.

Scream, aim, fire (god has spoken) by @bluesundaycake (Gen) [Fic]:

After graduation, Barty's life spins and spins — into the war, into the Department of Mysteries, into the Dark Lord's inner circle. War always exacts a price, and everyone must pay it.

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ok but imagine how much more of a mess the james-lily-regulus 'love triangle' that sirius is imagining cld get if he noticed evan. like. rosier, who maybe possibly?? is in love w/ james, but maybe that was a joke, and also regulus and him have some kind of weird flirting thing going on so how DARE rosier doubletime JAMES POTTER with his BROTHER, sirius doesnt even KNOW which part of that to be more angry about!! and thats not even bringing up how REGULUS, his BABY BROTHER apparently both has a girlfriend AND is potentially cheating on her??? wtf???? when did this happen?????

and also i just find it mildly hysterical that the two ppl w/ evan in their name have pseudo-romantic subplots going on w/ james potter. ig he just has a type ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SJFLSKGHSJGHLSKDJFFJLSGHKDJF

okay the phrasing of this ask just made me think 'i mUST make a diagram' so behold, 'sirius is having a BAD TIME.png':

this is roughly what the inside of his head looks like

it would get even worse if evan, somehow, managed to actually INTERACT with james, and proceeded to flirt with him because evan is COMMITTING TO THE BIT. sirius is absolutely scrutinizing james's reaction to try to get some clues about *what the fuck is going on*, james is......... well he doesn't like rosier but he's not *not* into it, (Regulus Is Very Much Not Into It,) and sirius has a breakdown. lily asks if he's okay. he screams and flees the scene

if barty ever finds out about this he's going to be wheezing crying hysterical laughing

#the assignment that was due at midnight is submitted!!#should i make an inbox tag #dark lord wip #afjsglhskfhjk seriously though #sirius is having such a bad year #he just cannot make this fit in his brain

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moonydirection · 2 years

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Masterlist

About the author/artist

Hello! I'm a 20 y/o multishipper, who writes and does fanart! You can call me M <3

I joined the Marauders fandom on July/22 and absolutely fell in love with it, so you will see lots of that over here. Other than that, you may see whatever my current obsession is :)

Requests and prompts are very welcomed!

You can also find me on: Ao3 (for my works), Instagram (for fanart) and Tiktok (for funsies).

Fuck JKR and anyone who supports her. No type of prejudice is welcome on my page :)

Fanfics

Long

The Slytherins ↭ Rated E ↭ wip

Remus/Sirius. Rock Band AU. Bass player Remus + starstruck Sirius.

In which Remus has joined The Slytherins as their new bass player, and Sirius – even though he absolutely despises the other band members – falls for him. And from then on, is utter chaos.

Short/Oneshot

fuck you (for making me feel like this) ↭ Rated M ↭ 2.9k

Remus/Sirius. Modern Setting/Uni AU. Best friend's brother.

In which Remus is Regulus' best friend, and Sirius hates his fucking guts because he's always around. The feeling is not mutual.

you broke me first ↭ Rated E ↭ 6.6k

Remus/Sirius + Remus/James. Canon Divergence. Slytherin Remus.

In which Sirius breaks Remus' heart, and the Slytherin seeks revenge on him.

precious ↭ Rated T ↭ 3.1k

Remus/Regulus. Canon Divergence. First kiss fluff.

In which Regulus has a crush on his brother's boyfriend, but that's party due to him being the only gay person he knows other than himself. And it all builds up to his first kiss.

three make a couple ↭ Rated T ↭ 2.1k

Remus/Sirius/James. Canon Divergence. First love.

In which Remus, James and Sirius are all completely smitten by one another, but they each take a little while to realize.

it's not hell if you like how it burns ↭ Rated M ↭ 3,1k

Remus/Barty. Alternate Universe. Toxic Relationship.

In which Remus and Barty bring out the worse in each other and relish in it.

Microfics (on Tumblr)

Waves ⚣ Wolfstar ↭ Rated T

Peachy ⚣ Wolfstar ↭ Rated G

Sleepover ⚣ Wolfstar ↭ Rated T

#masterlist #fanfic #oneshot #microfic #fanart #marauders #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black

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percy15 · 2 years

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Barty became insane because of the loss of his best friend and his boyfriend months apart of eachother

Barty tortured Frank and Alice because in his insanity he thought that maybe he could bring them back, that these people know where they are and how to get to them

When Barty went to Azkaban everything got so much worse

His father neglecting him as a child, the moment he heard Regulus was dead, him cradling Evans dead body and crying onto his dead lovers chest, him torturing someone who he used to call his friend back when he was at Hogwarts, the look on his mothers face when he became a convicted death eater, all of these moments play on repeat in his head for what feels like forever

Then everything became calm

He was no longer aware of his own body he felt as if he was floating. All the pain and sorrow and craving for the people he could never see again was gone.

Years past but to Barty it felt like days

Then the pain started to come back, the sorrow, the agony of lose, it all came back as he stared into his fathers eyes. The man who he swore he was going to be different then, the man who had caused all this in the first place, and suddenly Barty knew what he must do.

Being back with the dark lord felt, almost safe. He was away from his father and he could distract himself from the grief he never got to mourn.

Part of him still lost in the back of his mind from over a decade under the imperious curse. Part of him still lost in the day he lost the last person he could call family. Part of him still lost in the first wave of insanity at losing the man he called his brother.

Then he was in a room he dimly recognized, people were standing around him people he faintly remembered. Was that the headmaster? The women in the corner struck his memory but he couldn’t remember her name. The man over there is James right? He remembers Reg had a crush on him back in 4th year. Him and Evan used to tease him about the way he would make heart eyes whenever James would walk past him. He remembers Alice would try and hide her smile whenever they made those kinds of jokes.

He remembers what he did to Alice

He wanted to scream out. He wanted to run. He had to do something! He couldn’t just sit there as a women he used to be friends with sat insane because of him!

But he couldn’t move

He didn’t have control over his body

He realized he was talking but he didn’t know what he was saying

It all felt so familiar to the years he spent at his fathers home, but now he remembers, now he can feel, now he realizes all of what he has done.

Then everything goes quiet.

The last part of lost

And for the first time in over a decade he feels whole again

Barty never got to join the 2 people he lost everything for in the afterlife but he doesn’t even realizes what he is missing as the world around him fades to black

#damn I’m making myself cry with this one #barty crouch junior #the marauders era #evan rosier #rosekiller #i’m sorry #this hurts #regulus black #harry potter #the goblet of fire #james potter #alice longbottom #barty and Alice were friends #jegulus #slytherin skittle squad

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aystoria · 26 days

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Crimson Rivers Chapter 66: Prisoners of War

My thoughts below the cut with spoilers obviously

things are going to go downhill FAST

I am extremely worried for the battle against the Hallow if the battles in the districts were anything to go by

Damnnn Aberforth okay

Regulus’ skepticism saves them, yay!!

RITA FUCKING SKEETER??

HOLY SHIT PANDORA

"I kept count. She got 477." I remember that line about Rita’s days being numbered but Regulus is the only petty bitch who would count them and I love him for it LMAO

Pandora you BEAUTIFUL GENIUS you

the path is ALWAYS through danger isn’t it?

NO Remus, Lily, and Sirius got separated :((

Riddle bringing out everything horrifying from the arenas is so CRUEL

FLEAMONT?? WHAT HAPPENED TO FLEAMONT??

Alice, James just wants to help you 😭

BARTY NO

THEY’RE SEPARATED AGAIN 😭😭

BUT BARTY NO

“Sirius looks around, then—because big brothers can learn from little brothers, too—he looks up.” 😭😭😭

SIRIUS AND MARLENE NO

FUCK THESE AURORS

“pissant” hehehehe

Riddle the more I learn about you the worse you get

Dorcas giving her threats sweetly 😭

Damn Dorcas you get things done

JAMES YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN

OUR SOCIAL KING 🫶

James “I can’t lie to save my life but I can lie to save theirs” Potter

He’s still such a good person 🥹

OH SHIT

"Save one and lose three. Save eleven and lose one. Push the kid, he dies. Hold the hatchet, you have to swing it. Try to do the right thing, something goes wrong. Why? Why? Why is it like this? It's always fucking like this. Why does it have to be like this?" oh James my heart breaks for him 😭😭😭

Remus’ gossip comes full circle???

WHAT THE FUCCCKK

WHAT THE HEELL

BARTY NOOOOOOO

I AM SOBBING

BARTYYYYYYYYY 😭😭😭

FIRST HE LOSES EVAN AND NOW HE LOSES BARTY

REGULUS JUST CAN’T HAVE HAPPINESS

#crimson rivers #chapter 66

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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it's completely baffling how writers ERASE peter as a character in marauder fanfics. like, not only do they reduce him to a "ratty-fatty-ugly" tag along but also remove his friendship with them completely! i read a oc x james fic (curse me, i know) where the oc was best friends with remus and stuck in a love triangle with sirius and james. AND oc apprently "suspected" wormy from the start and always told james, sirius and remus not to associate with him and i was like wtf!???

I know, it’s honestly so disappointing. Tbh he’s probably the most interesting Marauder. I prefer Peter over James because a traitorous, “cowardly” rat is way more entertaining than some rich, arrogant, jock who’s been dead the entire time.

I would’ve loved to read his POV and his thoughts throughout the two Wizarding Wars. Seriously, imagine how interesting it would be:

In the Marauders era: Him seeing James and Sirius’s bullying of Snape and others grow worse and worse over the years, him slowly getting sick of being patronised by them more and more each day, him seeing Sirius’s bullying and cutting remarks turn into attempted murder, him growing to secretly hate James and Sirius as the years went by, him later betraying them without hesitation, him murdering 13 people all at one go, him cutting off his finger in order to frame one of his friends, and him later staying in his rat form for over a decade.

In PoA: Him finding out Sirius escaped from Azkaban and visibly getting stressed, his emotions when Sirius and Remus revealed him in the Shrieking Shack and planned to execute him right there and then, and him escaping with his life.

In GoF: Him working with Barty Crouch Jr. in order to bring Lord Voldemort back, him searching for a disembodied Voldemort, him kidnapping and murdering a Ministry employee, him brewing the first batch of Polyjuice for Barty Crouch Jr, him resurrecting Voldemort and cutting off his hand in the process.

In HBP: Him having to live with Severus Snape—his old bully victim—and having to deal with being bossed around by him, him later dealing with Dumbledore’s death, and him knowing that the leader of the light side was forever gone.

In DH: Him dealing with Voldemort’s wrath due to not being able to find the trio, him giving his life away to save Harry and his friends and making one last sacrifice to James Potter’s son.

And honestly, him being able to live with himself after all the shit he pulled (betraying his friends without hesitation, being responsible for their one year old child becoming an orphan, etc etc) is… actually pretty impressive. Bravery does not always have to be a good thing. It can also mean recklessness for some (*cough* Sirius *cough*). And for others, it can allow them to perform the most horrifying acts shamelessly.

Would y’all have the balls to just directly go to the Darkest wizard of all time and be like him “ok noseless snake-looking dude, my friend is staying there”? Would you even be able to look at yourself in the mirror after that? Would you be able to live the rest of yourself knowing you had done all that?

Peter, like Neville, is definitely not conventionally brave, but he still is, for better or for worse…

Got a little off-topic but anyway:

It’s disgusting how they either COMPLETELY erase him as their friend and as a character, or they put him in but replace him with an attractive, slim guy.

i read a oc x james fic (curse me, i know)

Oh no no, anon! It’s perfectly fine!

*loads gun*

where the oc was best friends with remus and stuck in a love triangle with sirius and james. AND oc apprently "suspected" wormy from the start and always told james, sirius and remus not to associate with him

What the fuck-

#peter pettigrew #pro peter pettigrew #anti marauder stans #anti marauderfen #anti marauders stan #anti marauder fandom #anti marauders #not really but imma tag it to stay safe #harry potter #hp

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The hole you left

Content Warning: Depression, Psychological Abuse, Bad Parenting. London, July 27th, 2012 Regulus woke up late. Nobody woke him up like they used to. He looked at his clock. He started to panic. What about his routine? Surely Mr. Vance would arrive soon for his piano lessons... But then, Regulus remembered what had happened last night. Sirius left. Sirius was gone. Regulus felt a chill run through his body. Regulus tucked into his covers. He didn't feel like doing anything today. Even if he felt guilty of not doing anything and missing all his activities. Sirius probably wouldn't care. Where was Sirius? Was he okay? Regulus sat down and picked up his laptop. He opened Facebook. Surely Potter would know something. Surely Sirius was with him. Regulus began to type some message to James. But then he regretted it. Regulus had always known Sirius prefered James more than him. Sirius was happy and laughing when Regulus saw him through the halls of Hogwarts, with his friends. Sirius wasn't like that with Regulus. Not anymore at least. Each time that Regulus had tried to talk to him, he was in a bad mood. They used to be best friends as children. Not anymore. And Regulus missed his brother. Regulus walked to his window and opened it. He craved a cigarette. Barty had taught him how to do it last term. Regulus had found it relaxing. But Regulus had smoked for the first time with Sirius. The previous summer at Marbre Noir. The castle was too big for their parents to notice. Regulus remembered how Sirius laughed when he coughed. "You'll get used to it" he had said KNOCK, KNOCK. Regulus jumped and turned off his cigarrette, tossing it through the window. "I'm awake" "Time for breakfast sweetheart" Regulus' mother sounded cheerful. She was in a good mood. Regulus frowned. He didn't understand how. Sirius was gone. And Regulus was in a bad mood. Regulus got dressed and prepared to go downstairs. But unfortunately, Sirius' room was on his way. The door was half-opened. Regulus didn't want to get in. But he had to. Sirius' room was a mess, which provoked Regulus anxiety. He hated mess. Regulus had to have everything in order. "Bloody tosser" he murmured Regulus stared at the posters on the wall. Rock bands, Naked girls on motorbikes. Even a few of his drawings. "You said you were gay, is it true?" Regulus sighed and got out of there before his anxiety got worse. Regulus let out of some breath. He didn't like not having Sirius around. He was always around. Lately in a bad mood. But he was there. Regulus wondered if he would ever see him again. Regulus climbed down the stairs. "Mother..." he would ask her to bring Sirius back, she could do it. Maybe make Orion apologize. Walburga was in the back yard. The Blacks only had breakfast there on good days and special occasions. Today it was neither. "Why are you eating here?" Regulus was feeling overwhelmed by the constant change. Walburga ignored him. Instead she smiled. "Good morning, sweetheart" she said "Come sit down. What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? Pancakes are your favorite" "Okay..." Regulus sat down. His mother was smiling brightly. "Samantha... Pancakes for Regulus and a coffee for me" "Yes madam" Samantha bowed. "I am confused" Regulus said "Sirius is gone. Why are you happy?" Walburga's smile disappeared. "He left, Regulus. What do you want me to do, cry?" "I cried a lot yesterday. I'm sad, because I miss him, aren't you?" Walburga was silent for a while "I'm sad too. But I am mostly angry" "Why?" Walburga turned to face Regulus. She stroked his hair gently. "I want you to understand something, darling" she began "Sirius left because he wanted to. He'd never liked it here" Regulus didn't answer. "Did we kick him out last night?" "No. He left" "Exactly" Walburga smiled "But because Orion hit him" Walburga turned to look at Samantha who was serving them. Samantha seemed uncomfortable. When Samantha left, Walburga spoke again. "Is better if you don't tell the servitude that" she murmured "But it's true" "Your father only hit

Sirius because he was being

bad-mannered" Walburga said louder "You saw that. You saw how Sirius was yelling. He didn't respect his parents" Regulus didn't know how to respond. So he didn't. "Is it true? Uncle Alphard is gay?" Walburga sighed and nodded "I saw him kissing boys on various occasions. It is true" "I don't mind it" Regulus answered "I don't mind if Sirius is gay too" Walburga got furious. "It's not about that, Regulus" she said "It's about how your brother always prefers everyone more than us, his family. Alphard had been feeling his head with ideas against us. And he is a rebel. You know how he drives me insane" Regulus had seen Walburga cry many times because of Sirius. He hugged her. He had comforted her. Walburga had told Regulus how much she loved Sirius. About how he was impossible to manage. How she tried so hard to get along with him, but he didn't let her in. "Do you like him, mother?" Walburga's eyes filled with tears. "Of course I like him" she answered "He is my son. Just like you" Regulus believed Walburga liked Sirius. It was Orion who was a bad guy. Regulus didn't like his father. "Sirius prefers that woman, though" Walburga continued "Euphemia Potter. She is the 'perfect mother' for him. And he prefers that Potter kid over you. You know that, right?" That was true. Regulus hated it. It hurt him. "We are gonna let him have 'his perfect family' then" Walburga spatted "See if he doesn't miss us" Regulus wanted to yell. "Can I talk to him at Hogwarts?" "If you wish" Walburga nodded "But I doubt he would want to talk to you" "I'm angry..." he said "I know sweetheart, I am angry too" "This is bullshit!" "It is bullshit indeed" Walburga smiled "Now eat your pancakes before they get cold" "I'm not hungry" "Okay" Walburga said looking through her phone "Also don't tell any of your friends the real reason Sirius left, okay? We'll invent an excuse" "What are you doing, mother?" "Deleting all the pictures of Sirius" Regulus blinked. "If he wants to erase us from his life, then I'll do the same" Regulus stood up. He was definitely not hungry. He just needed a break. Regulus' temper was boiling up. The thing was that he wanted his brother back. But Walburga was right. He always prefered the Potters. None of this would've happened if Sirius would have stayed put last night, like Regulus had told him. But Sirius always needed to make a mess. Sirius always provoked everyone. Maybe he was planning on leaving all along. And he had left Regulus alone. Regulus hated change. And now he had to forget about Sirius. A very important part of his life. Regulus got to Sirius' room. He clenched his nails on his palm. He was furious. Sirius was a mess. And Regulus was furious. "FUCK YOU SIRIUS!" he yelled to nowhere. Sirius prefered James Potter. And Regulus was furious. He began tossing everything to the floor, breaking everything he found, destroying everything. "Aaaaaaaah!!!" Sirius had abandoned Regulus. And Regulus was furious. After his outburst, Regulus collapsed to Sirius' bed exhausted. He hugged Sirius' pillow. Sirius wore too much cologne. And Regulus missed him. Tears ran down Regulus' cheeks. "Fuck you, asshole" Regulus cried "Why did you leave me?" For Sirius, his friends were his everything. For Regulus, Sirius was his everything. His best friend. Not Barty. Sirius. And now, Regulus had lost him forever. Regulus broke down crying.

#marauders era #muggle au #marauders muggle au #regulus black #sirius black #walburga black #autistic regulus

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burn my heart out: rewrite the history pages (Chapter 4)

Read on ao3. Part 8, consisting of 4 chapters.

Death Eater!Sirius Black AU

Lord Voldemort wages war on Hogwarts but he is unaware of the years-worth of battle fought against him.

(or, several instalments following the Battle of Hogwarts with Sirius Black standing on the wrong side)

In which the House of Black tailors the tapestry of fate.

Word count: 6425

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James’s knees have gone out from under him, the words streaming out of his mouth far, far away from English or any spells known to man; they’re his mother’s prayers, ancient and further away than the possibility of their survival. It’s only thanks to Marlene’s quick swish of her wand that James doesn’t end up on the floor and remains upright, half-standing, half-floating instead, but the book he was holding isn’t afforded the same luxury. It falls to the ground and slams open, revealing familiar handwriting curved over the pages, covered by an ever-moving picture of James, Lily and Harry; James pressing a kiss to Harry’s wild hair, Harry grinning and Lily’s mouth pressed to Harry’s chubby hand, all of them swaddled in thick, winter-coming clothes. Remus used to read pages-long letters in that handwriting; it’s burned to the back of his eyelids and the words the letters used to convey are the first ones he remembers when he wakes up. He doesn’t know how the picture he took got into the hands that loop their letters this way.

“James,” Remus whispers, stepping in close to take on James’s weight. He doesn’t dare look at the book or the picture again. “James,” he repeats, louder this time, as he presses his fingertips to the sweep of James’s ribs, where he was always sensitive, “we have to go, we have to –”

He doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. He doesn’t know how to help them get out of this one. Lily and Harry were supposed to be safe. He saw them out as far as he could and kept them protected as far as the Invisibility cloak would allow him to. It was his idea to use the passage underneath the Whomping Willow, even if Lily said that they shouldn’t, but there was nowhere else to go. If it was his idea that got them captured – or worse, by now – he will never forgive himself.

“Yeah,” James says anyway, nodding as he rights his glasses on his drained face, “yeah, let’s go.”

They rush out of the Great Hall, the two of them and others Remus cannot, for the life of him, think of right now, and they go down the corridor, through the side door of the Entrance Hall and out into the torch-lit courtyard. There is a shadow that passes behind the colonnade on the side but Remus sees the group of dark-robed figures next and he can’t look away.

Lily struggled. She is still struggling even with a stream of blood from her temple down the side of her face but her efforts are futile against the strength of the woman holding her against her chest. Aubrie Rostami, he remembers with vivid clarity, the young leader of a werewolf pack he talked to on Dumbledore’s orders. A lifetime ago but she told him his, as well as the other side’s, efforts were in vain and he believed her. Now, with Lily’s wand tucked into the belt around her narrow hips, his naivety about her words adds insult to injury.

“You have come to watch,” Voldemort says, a cruel smile playing at his lips. Beside him, Harry is caught in the arms of a masked Death Eater, who doesn’t seem to be struggling with keeping him in place. Harry has his Padfoot plushie hugged to his chest and probably doesn’t sense the danger drawing down over him. “I hoped you might.” He swishes his wand.

It’s too unexpected to counter, too sudden to make a grab for their wands – they all go up in the air, suspended in it but still able to move until Voldemort points his wand at them again and adds, almost lazily, “Immobulus.”

A desperate sound escapes Lily. “James,” she says, an apology, a plea, as Aubrie drags her little ways to the side, toward the tattered part of the group, leaving Greyback the only werewolf not standing with the Death Eaters. “James, I –”

“It’s okay, Lily,” James says, tears in his eyes. “It’s alright, I love you, I love you.”

“Touching,” Voldemort sneers. “Unfortunately, we have other things to do than to listen to you desperate lovebirds.”

“Please,” Lily says, tears running through the dirt streaked across her cheeks, voice strained through the pressure across her neck, “please, not Harry, take me instead, please.”

She must have said it a thousand times over during their walk up to the castle, begged each one of the cold, hidden faces for the life of her son; it doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking.

The Death Eaters don’t stir. They all have their masks on, except for Bellatrix who has covered her face with manic delight instead and Narcissa with her bright head bowed at the very back, but Remus doesn’t see the one he’s always looking for. If Sirius, even masked, were among them, Remus would know him by the easy way he moves, the way his spells cut cold and precise to the others’ wicked delight. It is for the better, perhaps, that Sirius is not here; Remus wouldn’t be able to stand knowing that when faced with the choice himself Sirius would easily give Harry’s life away.

Bellatrix is the only one that reacts. “My lord,” she murmurs as she turns to Voldemort with gleaming eyes, “if the Mudblood wishes so –”

“You’re right, Bellatrix,” he says, gaze flicking towards Lily as he runs the tip of his finger down the length of his wand. “There’s no harm in a little entertainment before we go on to the next part and Nagini has not properly eaten.” His eyes, red as blood, slide to Aubrie, the Death Eaters behind him chuckling. “You,” he snaps. “Bring the Mudblood here.” A scornful glance at Lily, his face cold. “Don’t worry, I will be more merciful than I was with your dear Severus.”

Remus’s stomach turns at the remark. Snape’s body turned up months ago, mangled and tortured beyond recognition, with scores down his face and sides, his bones broken a hundred times over; it is not a high bar of mercy to clear.

“No,” James shouts, his body straining against the magical restraints, to no avail. “No, don’t hurt them, please!”

Aubrie glances at the colonnade across from her then looks back at Voldemort and nods, her expression steeled. Remus follows her gaze but there is nothing there but dust and shadows, dancing with the flickering lights.

Aubrie tightens her grip on Lily, then, when they take a step forward, stumbles over the ground and ends up pushing Lily away from her, far away from the reach of her or the other werewolves’ arms, nearly to the foot of the staircase of the side entrance, where Hogwarts’ students, pale-faced, are now beginning to gather. Lily gasps out a breath, two, and stays, heaving, on the ground.

“You imbecile!” Bellatrix screams, pointing her want at Aubrie. “Do you half-breeds know how to do anything right?”

Aubrie smiles, guilelessly, at her. “Oops,” she says, tucking her hands behind her back, the lines around her eyes and mouth cut in marble. “Stupid werewolf, me.”

Bellatrix exclaims, the curse flashing out of her wand too familiar to warrant any kind of actual words. Except a purple curse slashes through its trajectory, away from Aubrie, and the combined force of the two spells slams into a wide pillar to the side, sending up a flurry of dust and debris.

Among the surprised exclaims that break out, Bellatrix looks toward the source of the second spell and finds, as the rest of them do, a masked Sirius Black strolling out from behind the columns on the opposite side. “I would appreciate it, Bella,” he drawls, hands in his pockets, “if you didn’t break an alliance I worked for months to obtain.”

“Sirius,” James gasps out, the sound more relief than anything else if it weren’t for the hope filling it up, “Sirius, you have to –”

“Silencio,” Sirius says, flicking his wand at James, whose mouth remains open around the non-existent words and eyes wide. Marlene a few paces behind him is pressing her mouth into a pained frown. Remus doesn’t want to know what she was about to tell him back in the Great Hall or how many more seeds of hope that would now be crushed she would have planted with it.

“Sirius,” Voldemort drawls with a tilt of his head, eyes narrowed, “how wonderful of you to join us.”

Sirius, positioning himself next to Aubrie, dips his head into a quick, precursory bow. “The Hogwarts grounds are vast, my lord,” he answers, his voice muffled enough it betrays no emotion. It doesn’t make sense, any of it, his book in James’s hands or his name in James’s mouth, inflected like an orison, because there was nothing he had to gain from it if this is the side he’s chosen now. Remus has never understood him but he never thought he’d let them get so close to the brink. Not ever and especially not after they saw each other in Hogsmeade, when Remus thought a line had clearly been drawn: not Harry.

Voldemort’s face doesn’t clear but he inclines his head and moves his gaze to Aubrie. Sirius’s hand reaches behind her, to where exactly Remus can’t really see but Aubrie tilts her chin up.

Before Voldemort can exact his fury over Aubrie, however, there’s a rustle among the students and they part to the side to let a tall, thin figure steps past. His blond hair reflects reddish in the torchlight as he pauses only for a second by then moves forward. Lily pulls herself to her feet with the help of a student’s extended hand instead but when she tries to follow after, an invisible wall seems to stop her.

“Barty,” Voldemort says, echoing the name murmured among the students, teeth bared the tiniest bit in an appropriation of a smile, cold as death. “You should have been back long ago.”

Barty Crouch moves toward the crowd of Death Eaters with a sort of fluidity Remus wouldn’t expect of someone who was just addressed in such a displeased tone by Voldemort. His robes are ripped at the top of his left sleeve and his leg is dusted with white so he might have an excuse but still, Remus can’t imagine he’d be that confident. He bows before Voldemort but his eyes flick toward the glowing sphere Voldemort’s snake is floating in. “Forgive me, my lord,” he says. “I got held up.”

Voldemort considers him and the robes lying out of place. “No matter now,” he answers, waving him off, “if you found it.”

“I did, my lord,” Barty says as he straightens and pulls a pouch out of his pocket. The Death Eaters around Voldemort quiet as Barty pulls the top of the pouch open and fishes out a mangled, dull silver piece that Remus recognises to have been some sort of tiara once. “I took the liberty of taking care of it.”

There is a second of stunned silence, the tiara’s remains falling off the tip of Barty’s finger as he reaches behind him and pulls a silver dagger out instead. He turns his wrist, the torchlight glinting along the blade, flashing poison-green, and chucks it directly at Nagini.

The dagger flies through the air, its trajectory straight, and Remus knows he’s witnessing something important, something monumental, like a dice roll moments before a jackpot or bankruptcy, like a ship on top of a wave before it breaks; he holds his breath, the air in his lungs stilling before it rushes out of his lungs as the dagger hits the sphere. It bounces off and clatters to the ground, only inches away from the broken tiara. Nagini curls inside the sphere with gleaming eyes, her tongue slipping out her mouth, unharmed.

Voldemort yells, wand lashing out, and Barty flies back, arms flailing around, his shout not as surprised as it should be. Except it’s not Barty that skids across the ground several feet away; his hair has bled into black, his skin tanned and when he looks up, a wheezing sound escaping him, his features have angled into the face of Regulus Black. It takes Remus a second to recognise the sound as laughter, breathless as it is, out of sync with the sharp, emotionless face he last saw. Linsy told them but, even now, Remus doesn’t quite believe it, cannot reconcile the dawning of Regulus’s death with the man that just took a hit at Voldemort.

Across the courtyard, Sirius is indiscernible under the mask, the knot of his Adam’s apple bobbing the only sign he’s even noticed. His hands are buried deep in his pockets. Otis Shah, the leader of another werewolf pack Remus talked to what seems like years ago now, pushes to the front and keeps his steady eyes on Sirius.

“You.” Voldemort’s skin has gone paler than possible, eyes wide. Even Bellatrix is silent, left out from the stream of murmurs that rises up among the Death Eaters. “You’re dead.”

“I guess not.”

There is a short scream of pain when Voldemort points his wand at Narcissa. “Bring me that,” he orders, gesturing to the pouch fallen from Regulus’s hands. “Restrain him, Bellatrix.”

Bellatrix obeys while Narcissa steps forward, straight-backed, but picks up the pouch with unsure fingers. It seems that an aeon passes before her soft-footed steps bring her close enough to Voldemort to hand it over. As soon as she’s done so, she slinks back to Lucius’s side, her eyes passing between Regulus’s face and Sirius’s motionless form, the silver mask secured over his expression nearly the same shade as her cheeks.

The courtyard stands still as Voldemort pulls out several charred objects: a leather-bound book, a golden goblet, a ring. A moment of silence passes. Then a scream tears out of Voldemort, so violent it echoes in Remus’s bones, so cruel it turns into the only thing it could have: “Crucio.”

Regulus trashes into his standstill, body convulsing of its own accord with nowhere to run and Remus cannot stand the sight of him but it’s not a pain he’d wish on him or anyone. He is Sirius’s brother but he is more than that; he is someone who grew past him, bigger than him, who turned against Voldemort, the only thing Remus has ever wanted for Sirius to do. Remus cannot bear to look at Sirius’s reaction, if there is any at all.

Regulus stills, chest heaving. “I’ll keep the locket as a keepsake,” he says hoarsely, staring up at Voldemort with deep, Black-grey eyes. Inexplicably, Remus wishes it were someone else’s eyes proclaiming their defiance, someone else’s words drawing a line of sure-fire stance.

Someone clears their throat and everyone turns to look at the source of it. In one smooth movement, Sirius pulls off his mask and flings it onto the ground. It fractures, almost exactly down the line of the constellations, silvery bits smashing around. He has his wand pointed at Voldemort in the next split second, his face forged into single-minded determination, as familiar as coming up for air after diving down to the bottom, his simple movement an act of war for itself. “Avada Kedavra.”

Not pointed at Voldemort, Remus realises belatedly but at Nagini, still caught in the glowing sphere. He can’t imagine why killing Voldemort’s pet is so important to Sirius and Regulus but he’s willing to concede their already-questionable sanity must have chipped away by now.

A large chunk of stone flies up in front of Voldemort and Nagini and explodes into green fire, the sickly light washing over the astounded faces all around. Sirius Black, the most loyal of supporters, going against Voldemort himself. An alliance built for years, thrown away on a dime for the one person Sirius has always been most protective of: Regulus.

The explosion and the astonishment give him a few precious seconds but Sirius doesn’t use them to go to Regulus. Instead, he shouts, “Now!” and fires his next spell at Bellatrix and her manic-gleaming eyes. She was the only one who didn’t stop to gawk and whose wand summoned up the chunk of stone in front of Voldemort.

The clash of their spells, a knock of wordless curses, cutting and precise, lights up the night and through it, Remus sees Otis Shah punch the Death Eater holding Harry. His fingers break with the impact but the Death Eater pitches to the side and Otis doubles down, unflinching as his bones splinter. “Run, boy!” he yells at Harry, who lands, sprawled and scraped but ultimately unharmed, on the ground.

Sirius has taken on both Bellatrix and Voldemort in that time, not sparing a glance for Regulus trying to get out of the magic binding him or the werewolves jumping the other Death Eaters, but seems to be holding his own until his wand slashes through the air a split second before Bellatrix’s, confident in its motion, infallible in its target. Bellatrix is knocked back, gasping for air as she rolls across the ground, her wand falling away from her.

“Crucio!” The word out of Sirius’s mouth revibrates with a strength that makes Voldemort’s knees go out from under him, his mouth open in a sky-slashing scream but Sirius doesn’t keep it longer than a second. Instead, his eyes go to Nagini, then to Regulus. At the very end, they follow the small figure prickling through the battle.

Harry has picked himself up and is running across the cobbled courtyard but his short legs aren’t fast enough to get him away; Greyback, throwing off another werewolf, leaps through the air and is at his heels in a matter of moments, his sharp, yellow nails brushing over the top of Harry’s black hair, the sound of his footsteps reaching up to grab at Remus’s throat.

“Harry!” Lily’s hair is a beacon in a sea of black and brown but she might as well be across the world for Harry, separated by a mountain of danger and fire that he cannot brave alone, and he dashes away from them. “No!”

Harry ends up throwing himself into Sirius’s arms instead, from where Sirius has half-braced himself to catch him, just as Greyback lunges after him and, unable to stop his momentum, slams directly into the two of them. They go tumbling back, Sirius’s body like a shield around Harry’s as he takes the brunt of both Greyback’s force and impact with the stones. Remus’s breath catches in his throat, traitorously, stupidly, not only because it’s Harry, but because it’s Sirius’s arms that are secured around him.

The movement in the courtyard stills as the three of them end up sprawled across the ground, Greyback across Sirius’s legs, Harry’s dark head tucked against Sirius’s shoulder.

Otis crosses the few feet between them and pulls Greyback off Sirius with his good hand, aiming a kick at his stomach and another one at his ribs, leaving him gasping out. The last kick, centred directly at his face, breaks his nose and makes him go still.

Sirius’s lips are moving, the words they’re shaping inaudible, and Harry is nodding reluctantly as they slowly pick themselves up, Sirius getting his knees beneath himself. He draws himself up, his hair a halo of black and dust framing his face, arms firm around Harry, a silver ring glinting on his finger. His wand lies a few feet away, snapped in half. This is how tragedies go, Remus knows, an inevitable fall from grace, a turning point; the beginning of the fifth act, a certain bitterness in the fact that there isn’t any other way this could have ended.

A sob rips out of Lily. “Harry.”

Only a meter away from Remus, but still too far away, James’s face is drained, slashed open with grief and fear. “Please,” he murmurs, the sound dragging over Remus’s skin, skimming down his spine; suddenly, he is standing back in that Muggle town, years removed, his life going to pieces around him. “Sirius, please.”

“Sirius,” Voldemort says as he gets to his feet, batting away the offered help of a Death Eater and reaches out a hand, pale and unwavering. It’s obvious what he’s about to offer: a redemption for the havoc he wreaked, a way out of his predicament. “Bring me the boy.”

Sirius looks around, the grey of his eyes bottomless, incomprehensible with the way he’s caged his heart so fully. They flit over Otis, still standing over Greyback, stop momentarily on Regulus, now motionless on the ground but with his eyes wide open, and pass over Narcissa’s pale, pinched face; they settle on the phoenix feather stretched thin between the two halves of his wand. When he looks back at Voldemort he swallows and says, “No.”

The word hangs in the air, descending slowly upon the faces of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but it settles somewhere deep in Remus’s chest, pressing up to the shape of, That was ours, that Remus made space for so carefully in the outskirts of his heart two years ago. Harry, with James’s face and Lily’s eyes and Remus’s heart, is theirs, down to the bone; but he is Sirius’s too, his choice and his redemption.

“Give me the boy,” Voldemort says, voice a bit lower, those ruby-red eyes narrowing.

Wordlessly, Sirius nudges Harry out of his arms and behind himself, arms forming a protective brace around him as Harry clings to his back. The Death Eaters have spread out, forming a wall of bodies between the two of them and the Order and Hogwarts’ residents. Between Harry and his parents.

Sirius keeps his eyes on Voldemort but his calm and even words are only for Harry as his hands tighten on Harry’s torso. “It’s alright, pup.” He glances at Otis. “Now would be a good time to make your exit.”

“And miss all the fun?” Aubrie says loudly, grinning as she looks at Bellatrix, who’s picking up her wand off the ground, with gleaming eyes. An incline of her head and the werewolves get behind Sirius and Harry, their backs to Voldemort. Only now it becomes apparent to Remus that, trough the entirety of the battle, no werewolf looked to Voldemort for instructions. An alliance I worked for months to obtain, Sirius’s voice echoes, pushing a sudden realisation that whatever this was for Sirius it certainly wasn’t an impulsive decision if he had offered the werewolves something even Dumbledore hadn’t. “I rather think not.”

“Better future, didn’t you promise?” Otis adds, moving in line with the other werewolves. Bone sticks out from his fingers, blood pooling around. Still, the brace of his mouth is nothing but firm.

Remus’s throat burns; brave as they might be, dedicated and fierce, they will be no match for the Death Eaters once they decide to use their wands. Sirius must know it, too – that they are willing to die for this. For Harry.

“It’s waiting for you,” he says.

“Only if it’s waiting for you, too,” Aubrie shoots back. She pulls Lily’s wand from her belt and arcs it high above the heads of Death Eaters, all the way to the barrier keeping Lily and the students at bay. Lily’s fingers grapple for it.

“You, Sirius?” Voldemort asks, the soft, silky sound dragging through the air. “Not Regulus, not Severus. You.”

Sirius inclines his head. “Snape did betray you,” he says, the cadence of his voice a slow, agonising dance of death, a promise of, I won’t get out of this alive but neither will you, “but I wasn't yours to begin with.”

“Traitor!” Bellatrix hisses but the sound carries, her face white with rage, her wand pointed directly at Sirius. “I’ll kill you.”

“You can do better than that, Bella. Didn’t Aunt Walburga ever teach you?”

“No, Bellatrix.” Voldemort levels his wand at Sirius, pale hand steady. “I will do it.”

“My lord, such betrayal requires pain, he played us for fools for years –”

“He has the boy,” Voldemort cuts in smoothly, face a grimace. “I do not wish to lose more time. These dramatics have gone on long enough. Besides,” he adds slowly, “the greatest pain for him will be knowing that he leaves all the others here at my mercy.”

Sirius swallows, his eyes blinking closed for a moment, but he lifts his chin and doesn’t budge. Perhaps that’s all Sirius has left to give of himself: a last sacrifice, a declaration of love and lies and apology, laid bare on the cobblestones of Hogwarts, poured through the cracks of the ground it’s built on, raw with how final it is, fragile with the way it was for nothing at all; the act of a dying man, a reminder that even now he would rather crawl home than walk among them. Still, Remus wants to tell him, still it mattered. It will matter.

“Please,” Lily whispers, her voice hoarse. “Please, don’t – take me instead, please –”

Sirius, in his last moments, turns his eyes to Regulus, who is shaking his head in desperation, the pained sounds crawling up from his throat ripping a black, bleeding line into the meaning of devastation. “Guess even the two of us playing together wasn’t enough, huh?” he says, soft between him and his brother, something untouchable spread out in front of them, pulsing. “Désolé, Reggie.”

“This is your last chance, Sirius,” Voldemort murmurs. “No matter your motivations, you have been a good subject. See reason now and all will be forgiven.”

“Easy now, Harry,” Sirius says and Remus’s heart might rip its way out of his chest with how painfully it’s tugging, knowing that Harry is Sirius’s last thought. Harry sobs and curls closer. “It’ll be alright, little one.”

“So be it.”

The motion of Voldemort’s wand, the incantation falling from his lips, the flash of blinding green light; all of it is familiar, achingly so, and it leaves a bitter taste in the back of Remus’s mouth.

“No!” Regulus moves, breaking through the strain of magic around him, and Remus sees it as if time has slowed down; the scrambling off the ground, the desperate, rushed strides towards his brother, his hand, closing around the dip of Sirius’s shoulder, Sirius’s own hand coming up to wrap around Regulus’s fingers. Two brothers, one a Gryffindor, the other a Slytherin, different in everything but that which matters, both so brave, both so clever. Neither moving to save the other from death and take it on himself, but remaining next to each other. To die side-by-side. Together.

The light hits them – Remus can’t tell who it hits, because they are one, these brilliant boys; they are the stars they are named after, they are Blacks, with magic in every nook and cranny of their being, they are brothers, in blood and in name, in everything that they hate – and someone shouts. The world erupts in motion, rallying, wild, fierce, but Remus stays still, unable to watch, unable to look away, and wonders if he is the only one that can feel the magic, old, old magic, sizzling through the air, the taste of it pungent, its sound buzzing in his ears.

But even the Blacks, with their stories written in the stars, are mortal and when Regulus and Sirius collapse, their hands still linked, Remus thinks that the worse sound he has ever heard have to be the screams that rip out of McGonagall, out of James and Lily and Marlene. It’s not until Voldemort moves forward that Remus realises: he was screaming too.

There is no time to let the action sink in, however. The werewolves have surged forward, a tide of beaten bodies and broken spines, fighting for a future that may never come, their edge of surprise lost – the first retaliating spells cut a quarter of them down. The students follow their lead, firing off spells at random but their magic is nowhere near enough to get any of them to Harry.

“Fools,” Voldemort says and waves his wand as he steps past Sirius and Regulus’s limp bodies, towards Harry, who still stands, petrified, next to the safety Sirius tried to preserve for him. Nagini drops down from her sphere and curves her body after him. “Goes to show that even the greatest bloodlines can be tainted.”

Bellatrix points her wand at Sirius and says, “Crucio!” and Sirius’s body flails through the air, silent as only dead men can be. Her triumphant laugh echoes around the courtyard, drowns out all the other sounds in it, followed by a chorus of others’ as the werewolves continue to fall.

Only one doesn’t follow her lead and through the carnage, Remus catches sight of the blonde head bending down behind Bellatrix, the trembling hand that closes around the handle of the dagger that Regulus, minutes away from death, threw. Narcissa Black Malfoy draws herself up, eyes trained on Nagini, now freely slithering across the ground a pace behind Voldemort, toward Sirius and Regulus’s bodies, and moves. And then the end of the world comes bathed in green light.

It begins with Lily’s scream, unearthed from the deepest parts of her chest, thrown out into the world that seeks to take her son; it continues with Narcissa’s hand coming down in a quick, steady arc, with Nagini’s body convulsing and then stilling on the blood-splashed stones; it ends with Voldemort’s wand falling from his limp fingers, his body following a moment, a blink of a second, later. His vacant eyes, like the blood spilling from Nagini’s body, receive no mercy from the dark sky.

There is a moment of utter stillness, of complete silence and then Harry’s wails shoot over the entire battle, over the werewolves that push harder, over Lily and James that break free and dive for him. Remus finds himself among the ones that raise their wands against the furious onslaught of Death Eaters, the words, wasn’t enough, huh, beating out of his chest with the knowledge that it was; it was, Sirius, it was.

“What have you done?” Bellatrix half screams, half gasps out, turning on Narcissa, raising her wand towards her sister.

Narcissa has none of Bellatrix’s strong, ferocious features but she lifts her chin in the same haughty manner, the way Sirius and Regulus did, prepared to go down if that’s what it takes. “I have lost my sisters, my cousins and my husband to him,” she says, her jaw set, as she lets the dagger fall down and grabs her wand instead, pointing it directly at Bellatrix. “I will not lose my son, too.”

“Fool,” Bellatrix spits out, slashing her wand at Narcissa, who parries it with a quickness Remus wouldn’t have expected of her. It devolves into a fierce back-and-forth but Remus is forced to look away when a curse comes flashing his way.

He ducks out of the way and sends a retaliating one, pausing only for a moment to make sure it hits home. He turns and finds Otis half-heartedly ducking out of the way of white spells. While the Death Eater isn’t focused, Remus sends a Stunning Spell his way and doesn’t wait for him to hit the ground before he spins his wand on another one.

A part of Remus doesn’t want the battle to be over because when it is, there will be no way to keep the fresh memories at bay. He is nearly lost in it, in the dodge-and-shoot rhythm, when a familiar throaty shout reaches him.

“Lily!”

Heart thrumming up to his throat, Remus turns and sees, to his and James’s horror, Lily facing off against Bellatrix and deflecting a curse that would have likely finished off Narcissa, who is pressed against a column with no wand in hand. Her stance is sure, feet spread wide apart to keep her steady, and the sheer fury carved into her face gives even Remus pause. The best duellist of their generation, back on her feet, and ready to make a lasting impression.

The spells shoot out of their wands in rapid succession, far too dangerous to disturb from either side and it makes all the others pause and watch. More than once, they have to dodge out of the way of a redirected spell. Lily's sleeve darkens with her blood; Bellatrix's leg buckles every few, unsure steps.

“Is that all you have, Mudblood?” Bellatrix taunts, with none of her previous delight; her voice is full of rage and if she had had time to think about it, Remus is certain there would be grief there as well.

Lily jumps out of the way of a red streak, hair flying, and twists her arm through the air, making her wand only a blur of light wood. The purple spell hits, right over Bellatrix’s heart and she falls much like her master did: with none of the ceremony that seemed to have been reserved for her in life, the way all mortals fall.

“No,” Lily says, pushing her hair out of the way, face stripped of all anger and slowly washed by exhaustion. She crosses the space back to James, who is kneeling with Harry, and folds herself into his arms. Remus hears her murmur, “This is all I have.”

Half-lost, he steps forward to join them but a sharp cry makes him look up instead. Fawkes has appeared in the sky, gleaming gold and red, with Dumbledore holding onto his long tail. They land in the middle of the courtyard, Fawkes unharmed and Dumbledore with a charred beard but their presence seems to be enough to make the rest of the Death Eaters concede. Lucius Malfoy, kneeling by Narcissa’s side with his fingers over her cheek, is the first one to throw his wand to the ground.

The rest of the happenings seem like peculiar snapshots to Remus: the able picking up the injured, checking the dead, Dumbledore binding the Death Eaters, Fawkes bowing low over a few bodies, the werewolves slowly coming together. He can only watch, pain spiking up every time he breathes.

When everything settles like dust, McGonagall is the first one to move, limping and with dirt-smudged robes, almost toward Dumbledore until she steps past him – to Sirius and Regulus, Remus realises with a painful tug that begins in his lungs and ends somewhere around his liver. “Sirius,” she says as she drops down beside him, her hand gentle over his slack face, painted in dramatic, torchlight-falling lines: high cheekbones, arching brows, sharp jaw. Remus’s eyes burn. He thought, for a moment, that he might get to look into his eyes again and tell him – tell him something, anything, that would have crumbled away this bitter ache; now he can’t even scream. “Sirius, I’m sorry.”

The words seem too familiar for someone so far removed from Sirius, from the pain he caused and the bridges he burned. She had her fondness for them in their school years but to be so openly mourning the death of someone she must have thought was a Death Eater less than an hour ago seems – it seems –

There’s a familiar presence in his space, a gentle hand between his shoulder blades. He faces Lily, who has Harry in her arms and is looking up at him with glassy eyes. Her lips are twisted down and her eyelashes dotted with tears, the side of her face crusted with blood. Remus draws her against him, pressing his cheek to the top of her head, and hopes her warmth makes it down to all the parts of him that have frozen over.

“Hi,” he breathes when Harry reaches for him suddenly, small fingers grabbing over his shirt. He takes him from Lily and wraps his arms around him as Harry clings to him, just like he clung to Sirius. Blood soaks his fringe, pooling around the new wound across his forehead, and Remus uses his wand to Vanish it away for the time being, then draws him tighter against himself, thankful despite everything that it isn’t this small body that’s lying among the motionless ones strewn across the courtyard. “Hi, little one.”

There’s a sob behind him and he turns to see Marlene crouched down with her hands pressed across her mouth, shaking her head. Her eyes are focused on Sirius and McGonagall but she leans into Dorcas when she kneels beside her and hugs her to her chest. It’s not unlike how she was all those years ago on a cold December night, crumpled in on herself on the floor of his small apartment, begging them to tell her it’s not true. Remus’s heart wants to go out to her but it is shackled by its own pain.

James’s approach is slow, the antithesis of a man rushing to his friend’s side, desperate to find out if his heart still beats; his steps are heavy with the knowledge that no life is waiting to greet him. He folds his knees underneath himself and reaches for Sirius’s hand, his face contorted into anguish, brown skin sallow. Remus has seen the expression on his face too many times throughout war and aimed at the face beneath his even more than that. Only Sirius, Remus think with more painful humour than he feels, could have broken their hearts over and over, years after they were supposed to let him go.

“James.” McGonagall looks up at James with big eyes, her forehead creased up. Her hand shoots out and wraps around his wrist, quick enough it makes even James look at her in surprise. If it hadn’t been such a strange day all together, Remus might have thought McGonagall to have truly lost her mind. “Tell me I’m not imagining it,” she says, voice hoarse, as she brings James’s hand to Sirius’s neck and presses his fingers there.

James lets out a low, breathless sound and bows down to press the side of his face to Sirius’s chest. “It can’t be,” he whispers.

“What is it?” Marlene asks, drawing herself up, swaying on the balls of her feet. “James, what is it?”

McGonagall lets go of James and Sirius to push herself toward Regulus and feel against his neck, too. She stays silent for a few moments, chest heaving with quick, shallow breaths. Then she faces back to them, her lips curved up into a near-smile. Her laugh comes out sudden and small, disbelieving and out of place among the downtrodden winners, but it makes something in Remus’s chest bloom up.

“They’re breathing.”

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A/N: To the tumblr anon who asked me if they could write "so and so finds out about Sirius": please don't let the fact that this part of the story is done discourage you from writing the rest of your ideas. I'd still very much love to read them.

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Lost Part 6

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Link to Part 5

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

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The next morning Regulus sat across from his mother as she stirred her tea for the thirteenth time. It didn’t matter that Regulus had arrived home at 4:30 am. His parents expected him down for Christmas breakfast at 8:00 am. As usual, no one was saying a word to each other. It made Regulus wonder why they had to “keep up appearances” and dine together. Clearly, no one liked it.

Regulus glanced at his father. Orion was bored as he read over the Daily Prophet. If Orion had his way, all the members of the household could eat at their own schedules in their own way. No one would be locked at the formal dining room table scowling at each other. Orion, like Regulus, only did it to appease Walburga. Neither man really wanted to listen to her nagging. This was a silent agreement that both Orion and Regulus had agreed to years beforehand. If Walburga wanted something then they would just go along with whatever it was. It was best to be reserved and compliant unless they wanted to deal with her hair-trigger temper.

Christmas morning had been a silent affair since Sirius left home years before. There were no longer loud screaming matches on whether or not Sirius was going to eat the Christmas pudding or wear a certain suit to the Christmas dinner with the “cult.” Regulus and Orion simply did as Walburga wished and no one had a thing to bitch about.

“You look tired, Regulus.”

Walburga commented as she studied her youngest and favorite son’s face. His eyes rolled up to meet her face.

“It was a late night last night.”

“You’re doing things for the right reasons. The family should be here around seven. Bella is bringing a nice girl that I think you should get to know better.”

Walburga commented, smiling proudly. Regulus fought the urge to scowl as his father looked up from the newspaper. Orion had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want Regulus to feel rushed to settle down with some girl.

“Mother…”

Walburga shook her head.

“I would like for you to get to know her, Regulus.”

Regulus put his fork down. This was not the way that he wanted to spend the morning. He had a woman...you. The last thing Regulus wanted was some ugly pureblood girl that he was probably related to in some way. He wanted to put an end to the madness!

“Who is she?”

Walburga put down her teacup.

“Marigold Parkinson.”

Regulus, forgetting himself, groaned.

“Mother, please...no.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

Walburga asked, getting angry. Regulus put his palms on the table.

“For one, she looks like a walrus. Second, I dated Ambrosia...her sister. That family is crazy. I mean look at how they named their children.”

Orion was silently chuckling at Regulus’ comment.

“A walrus?”

He questioned, fighting back a laugh. Regulus nodded. He was relieved that his father appeared to be on his side.

“Yes, father. Just get her some tusks and boom...National Geographic magazine cover shot.”

Orion was laughing hard at that. He didn’t care if Walburga was scowling at him. Regulus’ out of character humor was enough to send the older man into hysterical giggles. Orion couldn’t say it but that was the one thing that he missed about Sirius being home. There was always something funny happening.

“Orion, Regulus...that isn’t nice. Telling a girl that she looks like a walrus is a horrible way to get a second date.

Walburga grumbled. Regulus shrugged.

“But I don’t want the first one so...put her in a ballgown and she’ll just be a fancy walrus.”

Walburga's dark eyes were glaring at her son with disapproval.

“Well, who would you rather see then, smart mouth?”

Regulus shrugged.

“No one really. I don’t have the time at the moment.”

It was a big ass lie and Regulus knew it. He wanted nothing more than to be with you and he would go to whatever length to make sure that happened. Glancing down at his left arm, he decided to put his master plan into high gear. Regulus had no intention of spending more time than he had to with mummy and daddy. He wanted to spend his day with you and that was just where he was going.

Regulus snapped his right hand over the dark mark with a groan before standing up.

“I have to go.”

Walburga looked a bit annoyed but understood.

“Try not to be late for Christmas dinner.”

(meanwhile)

You stood helping Sirius dry dishes from breakfast. He had been unusually quiet since arriving with James.

“So are you going to tell me about the ring?”

He finally asked. You looked up, trying to fake innocence.

“I’m sorry?”

Sirius motioned down to the ring on your finger.

“I know that particular ring from anywhere. I also happened to know that my grandmother gave it to Regulus. Did you two run off and get married?”

You didn’t reply at first which made Sirius even antsier. How were you supposed to tell Sirius that he had just figured out the little plan that Regulus had suggested? Regulus was all for the two of you sneaking onto a train to a nearby village (where no one knew either of you) lying about your ages and getting married. You thought that the plan was crazy at first. The two of you were children. Neither of you was emotionally ready for a step that BIG. Besides, your relationship was still rocky getting married would make it worse. Regulus’ comment on the idea made more sense…

“If you marry me, my parents won’t have anything to stand on to pull us apart. Once we are married we are each other. My mother may be a lot of things but she won’t be able to change what’s already legal. If they annul it, then when we are 17 we’ll run off and do it but they won’t hear from us anymore. At least, with allowing things to happen this way...they can still have contact. I know that you don’t believe me but my mum and dad are still extremely sore about losing Sirius. They won’t want to lose their other son too.”

“Y/n!”

Sirius said your name a little more urgently before you reached up and tugged him into your father’s office.

“Sirius! I need you to keep your trap shut especially to James and my sister.”

“What did you two do? Y/n this is crazy. Regulus is a death eater...he’s doing bad things with bad people....and...you’ll get caught in the crossfire eventually…”

Sirius questioned. He felt his face beginning to burn. How the hell was Sirius supposed to keep something this huge from James. Sirius was not a good person to tell secrets to. James would probably say hey to Sirius and Sirius would start blabbing.

You quickly shushed Sirius.

“We aren’t married. That hasn’t happened...not yet. Sirius, I am going to need some time before he and I do that. I have to fully trust him again. Regulus did give me the ring last night. Sirius, I understand your concern but Regulus...he has something up his sleeve that he won’t even tell me. There’s something going on with Voldemort that Regulus is working on. Regulus won’t let anything happen to me. Evan, Barty, Severus...all of those lot know that I am off-limits.”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair.

“But there are other death eaters….Evan’s father, Dolohov, Mulciber...those guys won’t be so thrilled with a fellow death eater dating a muggle-born. Love, they’ll kill you. Y/n, I know what you’re thinking. You think that you are going to be getting some happiness ever after where you won’t have to want for anything in life but you aren’t going to get it, sweetheart. You’re signing up for a lifetime of sadness and heartbreak. I am not trying to sound like a dick but I’m worried. In case you haven’t forgotten that day back in the forest at school...you weren’t handling the news of Regulus’ secret life too well.”

Sirius was right. You remembered that afternoon all too well.

“Sirius, I just need you to trust me on this...please.”

Sirius didn’t look too convinced. He was more than ready to go find James and Remus to talk some sense into you.

“Okay but I don’t like this.”

You quickly stood on your tiptoes and hugged him.

“It’s going to be okay.”

The rest of the morning and into the early afternoon was peaceful. Sirius’ mood had quickly repaired itself and he was back to making Remus want to choke him. You were sitting beside Remus playing chess when the doorbell rang. Glancing down at your watch, you couldn’t help but smile. Regulus had kept his promise. He did find a way to get to you.

You quickly stood and walked to the door, ignoring James asking Lily who it was. In all of the Christmas chaos you “forgot” to tell your other friends that Regulus would be coming too. They would figure it out soon enough.

Sirius quickly started improvising some weird Christmas carol to keep the rest of his friend’s minds away from what you were doing. Why he decided that he was going to be the one that came to your and Regulus’ rescue was beyond him but here he was doing it...

Opening the door, you smiled seeing Regulus on the other side. He didn’t smile at first but gave you that raised eyebrow that said, “come here, little girl.” You quickly stepped outside and shut the door. Your parents were so busy in the kitchen that they wouldn’t notice you were gone.

As soon as the door was closed you threw your arms around Regulus’ shoulders.

“You haven’t kissed me.”

He stated calmly. Regulus was trying so hard to keep up his dom-like behavior but seeing your face was exactly what he wanted. The two of you shared a smile before he pulled you into a kiss.

“I missed you.”

You happily said against his lips.

“It's only been a few hours.”

Regulus pointed out. Yes, it had only been a few hours and they felt like an eternity for both of you. You knew that Regulus wouldn’t admit it but you could tell that he missed you as much as you missed him.

“Are you coming to me again tonight?”

You asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, I have a surprise for you but you’ll have to keep it down.”

The door opening stopped any further comment. You turned to see Lily and James standing with their mouths wide open. Sheepishly smiling, you intertwined your hand with Regulus’.

“So... we are a couple again.”

James crossed his arms over his chest.

“I didn’t know that you were a couple, to begin with. I didn’t think boyfriends typically made their girlfriends cry and question their sanity but maybe I am missing something.”

You gently stood in front of Regulus. The last thing that you wanted was for him and James to start fighting.

“James, please.”

You said trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. James ran a hand through his hair before turning and meeting Sirius’ gaze as if asking his best friend for advice. When Sirius shrugged, James turned.

“Fine...Regulus, as god as my witness, if you hurt here again...I am going to break your face.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

“Reggie.”

You hissed his name making Regulus’ tense frame ease. He wrapped an arm around your waist as James turned and walked back into the house.

Lily, meanwhile, wondered if any of her little speech on respect had sunk in at all with Regulus. She had a bad feeling that the answer was no but time would have to tell on that one. Lily wanted nothing more than to protect you and at the moment, she felt like she was failing miserably.

As a big sister, Lily wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. Your happiness was always important but so was your safety. Lily felt even more inclined to try to protect you as Petunia didn’t want a thing to do with either of you now.

You felt a little better when Lily gave you a small smile. That small smile simply said, “I’m trying.” Turning your attention back to Regulus, you gently tugged on his hand.

“Come on love.”

Both James and Lily exchanged matching scowls when you called Regulus “love.” James wanted to make a comment about there not being anything “lovely” about Regulus. He would have been happier if you decided to form some weird love triangle with Sirius and Remus. At least, you would be treated properly.

You were relieved when the tension between Lily, James, and Regulus seemed to ease off. James and Lily were busy looking at “future dream homes” while you sat snuggled against Regulus’ side. The two of you were off in your own little world.

“What’s with Petunia? She hasn’t stopped glaring at me from the moment that I walked in?”

Regulus questioned. You turned your attention to Petunia who was whispering to her new boyfriend Vernon. The two looked as if they were disgusted to even be in a room with the lot of you. Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to Regulus.

“She’s a muggle and very jealous of what Lily and I are. Petunia has barely talked to either Lily or me since the day that we received our Hogwarts letters.”

Regulus looked at Petunia a moment longer.

“Her boyfriend looks like a male walrus.”

He internally giggled at the thought of Vernon and Marigold Parkinson making a lovely “walrus couple.” It would be a great joke to make but he didn’t want you to know about his mother wanting him to be with the Parkinson girl.

Regulus instead leaned closer to you, letting his lips tease your ear.

“She’s no beauty that’s for sure. You are a million times more lovely...everything about you, darling.”

You shivered as the desperate attraction began to build again. Since that morning, you had been craving any kind of physical affection that Regulus would be able to give you. Of course, it wasn’t possible to just lift your skirt to climb on his lap for a good fucking but a little caress wouldn’t be bad. Regulus whispering erotically in your ear was equally welcomed.

“Reggie.”

You whispered his name. Regulus smiled and nuzzled his face closer to your ear. He kept his voice even and reserved which made his teasing all the more exciting.

“No one is as beautiful as you, Y/n. I love it when you blush like you are now. Tell me, darling, what kind of knickers do you have on under this skirt?”

You swallowed, mentally begging Regulus to raise his hand up your thigh but he wasn’t budging. Regulus’ hand stayed stagnant on your knee.

“Black lace.”

You finally whispered back. Regulus smiled, feeling the beginning of an erection coming on. He fought the urge to lift a finger to trace over your nipples. From where he was sitting, Regulus could see them through your dress. Touching you, like that, would be a horrible idea at the moment. All that Regulus could do was sit and think about you dressed in only lace knickers.

“Only be wearing those when I come back to you later.”

“What’s my surprise?”

You asked. Regulus laughed lightly.

“You’ll find out...if you’re a good girl.”

For the rest of the night, Regulus was a perfect gentleman. You were convinced that he had your parents in the palm of his hand within five minutes. James really had to work to get your father to like him how here was smooth-talking Regulus Black winning him over in one evening.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Regulus said in a low voice as he leaned down and kissed you. You knew that he was going to “leave” to hide out in your bedroom until you were able to be free but you wanted him now.

“Yes, I’ll see you at school.”

You waited for another fifteen minutes before politely bidding your parents a good evening. James had just left with Sirius and Remus. Lily was clearly as exhausted as you were.

“Aren’t you two going to stay up and watch the Christmas specials with us?”

Your mother questioned. Lily shook her head before heading toward the stairs.

“We are both exhausted, mum. Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, Lily.”

You replied before walking down the hallway to your bedroom. Stepping in front of the door, you knew what was waiting for you on the other side and you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Time to be a good girl…”

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