#regulus black arranged marriage au

[etfrin]

NSFW

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mean husband!Regulus Black who swears that every time he spills his cum into you, it's just his duty as a Lord so you can give him his pureblood heir. It's not because of how cute the dress looked on you and it would look even cuter on you when you're pregnant.

mean husband!Regulus Black who gets hard when you smile at him so prettily and wants to wreck you whenever you insult him ten times worse than he does. you're not afraid of him, he loves that. Thrives on the fact that he can make your bratty mouth drool with his fingers and tongue only.

mean husband!Regulus Black who loves you, truly loves you but won't ever admit it out loud unless you're unconscious from a heavy session of getting bred and he kisses your forehead, oh so gently, and whispers, "My darling, my love." He kisses your cheek, "Oh, how you have my heart, sweet." He is unaware of the fact that sometimes you're aware and that you hear his words and it just makes you fall harder for him every time.

#oneshot #scenario #headcanons #regulus black x reader smut #regulus black icons #regulus black #regulus deserved better #Regulus black smut #regulus black x reader #marriage au #arranged marriage #maurauders era #mauraders #black #harry potter #smut #character x reader #x reader smut #x reader #x you smut #x you #established relationship

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic 6 & 16 march - scent & arrange - 2329 words

have some 1800ish-something a/b/o jegulus curtsey of me rewatching bridgerton over the last few days lol  (the soundtrack goes so unnecessarily hard)

Regulus is in need of a drink, and Regulus is in need of it fast.

His useless Alpha excuse of a brother is nowhere to be found, has left him alone amongst the bloodthirsty throng of eligible Alpha bachelors of the ton and Regulus is but a piece of medium rare steak marinating in his own juices. No pun intended.

Regulus is supposed to have his first dance of the evening with his newly engaged fiance which he, not to mention, has yet to even meet and none of his family or friends are in a reachable vicinity to aid their support.

He is going to throw a fit.

The padded mesh cloth around his throat is so tight he feels unable to breathe, there are a dozen different scents wafting at him from all sides at any given moment and Regulus feels stupid with it. And not in a positive sense, just– horribly overwhelmed. Dizzy from the sensory overload.

He desperately needs something to take off the edge.

Cue, the drinks buffet.

He’s almost at his destined location when he collides with a warm chest.

“Oh, careful there,” a deep voice responds, grip tight on Regulus’ shoulder but not untoward.

But Regulus is already in a foul mood, insults read at the tip of his tongue, bitter and stinging. 

“Are you not in possession of a working pair of ey—” the last syllable dissolves uselessly on his palate before it can do more damage when Regulus is, with a sudden burst of clarity, pulled from his distressed state in an instant.

Cloaked in a realm of fresh outside air, meadow and wood, like someone had opened a window directly beside Regulus to rescue him from his torment. He breathes in again, greedily, taking in the patchouli and vetiver notes. Something rich and friendly that immediately lulls Regulus into a much more acceptable mood, shoulders untensing, heartbeat slowing. His body’s reaction quite similar to whenever Sirius is scenting him.

That’s before he looks up at the man though.

He’s all bronze skin and unruly dark hair in the most endearing sloppy way that it infiltrates Regulus with the urge to reach out his twitching fingertips and righten the mess, kind brown eyes behind perfectly round, wire-framed glasses and the most dazzling smile Regulus has laid his eyes upon this evening or ever, maybe.

Which currently twitches wider at the corners, at Regulus’ loss for words, presumably, making him blink violently and stoop into a hastened curtsey.

“My apologies, Lord–” Regulus cuts himself off, realising he doesn’t even know the man’s title nor name. He could be a foreign duke, a prince even, for all that Regulus knows. Or, rather, doesn’t know.

“Just James,” the Alpha responds. With his given name, of all things, much to Regulus’ confusion.

He’s smiling warmly down at Regulus, if a little amused, holding a respectable amount of distance that he has stepped back into.

The grin makes Regulus feel all kinds of woozy and cotton-mouthed and out of sorts despite the lack of just one drop of alcohol having landed on his tongue. A spectacle he must appear as, gnawing at his bottom lip and gawking at the unnecessarily handsome stranger like a simpleton without getting a single word out.

The Alpha cocks his head, grin widening and Regulus finally finds it in himself to rip his stare away when there’s a waiter gliding past them with even more champagne on a tray. Reminding him as to why he’s made his way over here in the first place. Regulus snatches up a glass and downs half of it in one go, going against every single thing his family have ever taught him but he can honestly be less bothered right this moment given they have all abandoned him anyways. Stupid Papa with his stupid business arrangements. Stupid Maman with her ever so unsatisfied need of new gossip. Stupid Sirius and his stupid staff mistress.

“And you might be…?” the same warm voice says, a little closer now.

“You’re still here?” Regulus throws over his shoulder, aiming for annoyed, though the question coming out strained and to his surprise, yet again, he gets a laugh in response.

He turns, allows himself to properly look this time and there’s mischief dancing in James’ eyes as he raises dark brows, “Is there something troubling you?”

“Is there ever not?” Regulus sighs, taking another sip against his better judgement. Anything to drown out the reminder of his predicament.

“Well, as your self-proclaimed rescuer in this clearly distressing time of need, I am all ears,” the stranger offers with a cheeky smile.

Regulus narrows his eyes, his unused arm wrapping protectively around his front. 

The Alpha narrows his eyes in imitation, lips straining with a dimpled grin, apparently finding ridiculous amounts of joy in Regulus’ miserable state, though he doesn’t look the type to be of malicious intent. A jokester, perhaps, someone silly and rather unregarding of any rules, maybe—much like Sirius, actually, and Regulus, despite their differences and how horribly annoying he can be at times, would be the last one to label his big brother as a bad person.

And, well, desperate times and all.

Regulus sucks in a big, steadying breath, “I am to dance with my fiance in mere minutes.”

A pause. “Then I understand congratulations must be in order,” James bows his head, teeth digging into his lower lip as his grin widens impossibly.

“Certainly not,” Regulus hisses, outraged, “What about me at the very moment says happily engaged Omega, I must inquire?!”

“Mm, the distressed frown and wide squirrel-about-to-be-shot-eyes, of course.”

Regulus ignores him, on a roll now, feeling the rush of complaining tug on him like a wild current, “I do not even know the man, have yet to even meet him. For all I know he could be a troll! An ogre of a man, or worse; an Alpha ready to bore me to death!”

“Or he might be the most handsome, charming, talented, ingenious, chivalrous, witty Alpha for miles—perhaps the whole continent?” James counters, ducking closer.

His scent increases for a second and Regulus has to take a moment as he feels it settle on the back of his tongue to remind himself of his manners. Face flushed, he turns to look back into the room, desperate for distraction. Settled on the musicians, watching them play their violins and the pianoforte, Regulus sniffs primly, “Or a troll.”

A snort, smile evident in his voice when the Alpha speaks next, “Well, I suppose there is only one way to find out.”

“Or,” Regulus says pointedly, taking another big gulp of the sparkling alcohol, “I pretend to faint and you will be witness for my family to convince them to take me back home where I shall crawl under the covers and feign illness until the very end of the courting season.”

“And what if I told you that you can’t hide forever?” James ducks his head to catch his gaze and Regulus rolls his eyes into his champagne glass, “You might have already been found out before you even know.”

“Then I would tell you that you underestimate me,” he replies, turning back to him and leaving the sight of musicians as the ballroom fills up.

“Hmm,” the Alpha makes sceptically.

“Hmm,” Regulus mocks, wobbling his head.

James narrows his eyes, mouth twitching, “Are you mocking me?”

“I would never dream of it, my Lord,” Regulus answers.

James makes a noise resembling an indulgent Sure and takes the almost empty glass out of Regulus’ grip and replaces it with another. The new glass is more curved, with a glittering golden rim and the liquid inside equally sparkling but with a delightful added hue of soft pink.

It looks enticing but Regulus knows better than to trust just any obscure Alpha, “Are you trying to get me drunk, my Lord?”

This time it’s James’ turn to roll his eyes, “Take a sip.”

He doesn’t use the voice yet Regulus finds himself almost eager to obey nonetheless, so he lifts the glass to his lips.

It’s lemonade.

When Regulus looks back up, licking his lips off the residue, James cocks his head expectantly with a smirk. 

Regulus can’t stand his arrogance.

It’d do him some good to be knocked down at least several pegs. Regulus certainly wouldn’t pass the opportunity to volunteer for the task. Wipe that self-assured grin right off his face and for some reason there is heat crawling up into Regulus’ cheeks suddenly—the champagne must be getting to him.

He sniffs quickly, eyes darting away to occupy his gaze with something else and falling to swirl along the intricate pattern on James’ coat. His broad chest is well on display with the way his hands are folded at the small of his back.

Regulus blinks again, studying James and the way he’s been standing next to Regulus at the drinks buffet for minutes without ever attempting to take one for himself.

“You’re not drinking?” he asks curiously, brushing an errant curl back behind his ear.

James does something weird then. A flutter of his lashes, nostrils flaring, and his jaw drops open slightly. A breath punches out of him that tapers into a chuckle as he slips into a grin, averting his eyes for a moment.

He winces slightly, still smiling, and then takes another half step closer. Regulus narrows his eyes in warning but James just keeps the short distance, grinning shamelessly. “Well, actually, I came to the buffet because I could have sworn I smelled lemon tart—see, they’re my favourite.”

Regulus frowns, head swivelling to glance behind James’ big form, along the length of the table, occupied solely by glasses of champagne and lemonade. He turns back to James, a derisive scoff tumbling from the centre of his chest that would have earned Regulus a sharp warning glance from his mother, “Perhaps you should consider a visit to the Doctor, my Lord. Your sense of smell must be awfully off.”

Or maybe he’s just particularly dull. Well, Regulus thinks, it is only fair this way. If you’re already this handsome and well-built you don’t deserve to be a genius as well. Balance of nature and all.

The Alpha’s grin does not wane though and Regulus feels a shiver run up the curve of his spine when the tall Alpha hums in a deep timber. “My nose works just fine, actually,” James tilts his head to the side, eyes wandering down Regulus’ face towards his neck, “As opposed to your scarf.”

It takes a moment and then Regulus’ mouth drops open. Oh, the sheer audacity. A sound of disbelief jumps from his dry throat, “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, no need, I am perfectly capable of controlling myself even with such a delicious treat dangled right in front of my nose,” James grins. It’s infuriating.

Regulus can feel the vein in his forehead popping with his anger, “Have you no manners?!”

“I certainly do,” he volleys back, “I just take my liberties with whenever to apply them.”

“Well, then I advise you to take a tighter reign of them when in the company of strangers,” Regulus spits, cheeks warm. 

It’s just that James is still so close, smelling divine and knee-weakening and now that he’s been made aware he can’t help but notice their scents mixing in the air surrounding them. Their space neither of them seems quite taken to leaving, creating a wonderful concoction of syrupy sweet-sour citrus and heavy spicy-woodsy musk.

“There will be no need around you then, Regulus,” James counters and Regulus gasps, head reeling, feeling like he’s just fallen from his horse, “Given you are my fiance, love.”

Oh, there is no way. 

No.

This must be a joke. 

Regulus feels like his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets as he eyes the length of the Alpha again. The tousled black hair, the handsome features, the pleasant build, the clearly expensive clothing. Reminded of the fact that his aristocratic, powerful family would never arrange an engagement with anyone less than fully deserving for their only Omega. “You–”

“Allow me to introduce myself,” he grins, stooping into a curtsey, “James Potter, Duke of Godric’s Hollow.”

“Oh, goodness in the heavens.”

“Now I believe I was promised a First Dance?” James looks in no way angry with Regulus’ disrespect, if anything, just as amused and cheerful as the whole time. The whole time in which he evidently knew who he was talking to, making a right fool of Regulus, just for the fun of it.

Regulus barely has the time to pout when the Alpha already continues, “I think that is the least you can do after calling me an ugly tr—”

“Yes,” Regulus cuts him off, clearing his throat, “I will dance with you.”

Something softer shimmers in James’ warm, chocolate eyes and then Regulus gasps silently when a warm hand touches the gloved curve of his palm, “I am nothing short of delighted to hear that, love.”

They step onto the dance floor together, hands entwined and basking in each other’s presences. Regulus feels fizzy and warm on the inside. 

James is witty and interesting, effortlessly able to keep Regulus on his toes—both metaphorically and literally—and excellent dancer and an even more stunning conversationalist. Not to mention, quite easy on the eye. And Regulus doesn’t even want to get started on James’ scent again.

One dance turns into many, turns into walking around the room side by side bickering and gossiping and laughing, turns into a lively game of chess, turns into wandering through the halls and appraising art, turns into Regulus passing out on James’ shoulder on a settee before Sirius eventually finds them and takes him home.

The next day, James is there in the drawing room for tea, as he promised he would. Regulus has told the kitchen staff to prepare lemon tart.

And the rest is history.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #regulus is wearing the prettiest emerald suit it's not mentioned but i need yall to know for the big picture #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fluff #a/b/o au #james potter #regulus black #arranged marriage #all the silly funny cute tropes #might make more of this if the little bridgerton obsession stays #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[murderoushagthesequel]

two in 25 minutes? yes.

trans james (pre transition, not out, living in india with transphobic parents) getting a matchmaker who matches him with regulus from france and he's so against the idea until he meets regulus and he is gone but then starts panicking because he doesn't want to lie to his fiancé about who he is and him think he's a girl

regulus is also very against the idea because he's gay, and he can choose his own partner perfectly well, thank you very much. but then he meets james and actually really likes him which is confusing until james comes out to him and omg his fiancé is a guy!!! and he comes up with a plan for him and james to run away together and james cuts off his hair and regulus buys him his first binder 🥹

and they both get to be happy because their parents think they're in love and in a little cishet bubble but really they both get to find themselves with each other because they've both been hiding all their lives

and it's like arranged marriage strangers to lovers and james moves to england with regulus and they get married and fall in love and james comes out and gets to live his happy little gay life with his husband

@canyouhearmyfear

#jegulus #hag's random au ideas #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #marauders #dead gay wizards #trans james potter #indian james potter #french regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #fic ideas #arranged marriage #strangers to lovers #lgbtq

[silverandbone]

Announcing: Valence

Against all my better judgment, I'm starting another multi-part mini-series. It's pretty similar in idea to The Arrangement, except where the heroine in that one is loosely based on my great-grandmother, this one is not. Hopeful everyone enjoys it. Happy reading.

-Jo

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Chapter One

The day had started out normal enough. Coffee at the Blackbird with Jaime (the best best friend any girl could ask for, even if her life is soap opra), class, a trip to the library and study group, dinner with your parents. And then the doorbell rings, and the dog won't stop barking and you're being told that you're getting married.

Chapter Two

After his mother's funeral, and his father's fall into financial ruin, Regulus takes a job in America. In Manhattan, to be exact. As a Muggle Lawyer. But running from your family's past decisions doesn't always mean you can start over.

Chapter Three

He likes his whiskey on the rocks. He wakes up early. He's allergic to cats but prefers them over dogs. He ties his tie a certain way because you told him you liked it that way one morning before you'd had your coffee.

Chapter Four

Museums are a good place for a second first date. Right? What could possibly go wrong in a museum.

Chapter Five

An autumn rainstorm, a missed train, and too many pent-up emotions. Maybe that drowning feeling in your chest will go away if you get it all out in the open.

Chapter Six

Lemony Snicket said it best. You just hope you really do see him every Tuesday.

#regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black #arranged marriage #modern au #fluff #angst #writing #x reader #everyone lives au #harry potter #ilvermorny #slytherin reader #slytherpuff #slytherdor #slytherclaw #slytherin #ravenclaw #ravenpuff #huffledor #huffleclaw #hufflepuff #gryfindor #gryfferin #gryffinclaw #gryffinpuff #fanfic #romance

[sirisuorionblack]

Hello!! I’ve recently been reading some of your writing and I have to say I am absolutely in love with it! I’ve never requested anything here yet so let me know (I know I’m an anon but I should see if you reply) if I did anything wrong so I can fix it next time! P.s sorry if this is not specific enough or too specific!

Request: Regulus black x reader with an arranged marriage, academic enemies to lovers where they were always competing for the top mark in school, but now their parents decided it would be beneficial to join the family’s. Basically, readers mental health isn’t doing to well a month into the marriage because they don’t speak a lot. Regulus notices and tries to help and yeah ig they adventually realize they’ve cared about eachother the whole time and it has a bit of hurt/comfort and fluff!! (Totally disregard this is you don’t want to write it or if it makes no sense, no pressure. Also sorry this is so long)

Thx <3

Coward

Regulus Black x Wife!reader

Summary - You who held onto an academic feud with Regulus become his wife and despite everything he felt himself fall for your rare smiles.

Warnings - mentions of skipping food, knife and arranged marriage, and ye!

A/N Ahhhh! This took me soo long and I'm so sorry but yes! I kinda like this one and ye...Thank you soo much!!! And have a great day/night! 💖💖

The moment Regulus stepped into the Potions classroom, he knew something was different. Professor Slughorn stood in the middle of the dimly lit classroom, his hands clasped before him and his face flushed with excitement. In his hand was a scroll of parchment that he kept glancing at when Regulus knocked on the door. 

“Ah, Mr Black, come in!” Professor Slughorn said, the grin on his face growing wider if there even was a possibility for such a thing. It should not have frustrated Regulus but it did. Quite excruciatingly. A tingling sense filled his heart. 

At the end of every month, the Potions Professor would announce the top of his class for that month after severe scrutinising because they were, after all, the seventh year students with barely three months left. Regulus had always been at the top of the list but never the first and it infuriated beyond what was deemed right. 

“I know this is something we’ve all been looking forward to,” Professor Slughorn said, bouncing on his heels. “So, let's begin!” 

Regulus barely listened to the Professor's dear names. Instead, his eyes searched for you. The two of you had a well-established feud that ran deeper than the lines of the Black family. Your mere names infuriated the other, triggering the sense of loss that you must not feel as the heir to the two of the noblest houses. Then why were his eyes searching the classroom for your smug face? He knew he would not be at the top of that list this month and it paved an easier path, if that was even necessary, for you. 

“And the second in this wonderful batch of students is, of course, Mr Black!” Professor Slughorn grinned at him and he smiled back, politely just the way the tutors his mother had arranged for him had taught. He knew the results. 

“I’d expect an improvement from you, Mr Black.” Professor Slughorn nodded at him. 

“Yes, sir,” Regulus said, his voice sounding raspy to himself. 

Thankfully, the Potions’ professor had not dwelled deep into this topic and moved to another equally infuriating point. 

“The top of our class, as had been for over three months now, is Ms (L/N)!” Professor Slughorn’s eyes fell on the empty seat you had always sat at. A column after Regulus’. Always focused on your textbook and writing wicked annotations. 

“Oh? Where is our topper?” Slughorn’s eyes wandered the class, dismissing all the students as if they were nothing more than dust in his perfect trophy. It hurt Regulus’ Black ego. 

“I’ve heard she was seen with a letter from her mother this morning,” Regulus heard a girl murmur behind him. Sharing gossip was usual and something he never engaged in but this one was particularly intriguing. Letters from parents were celebrated amongst the muggle-borns and for the purebloods, unless they’ve been particularly exceptional, it meant disappointment, weeks of sleepless nights and loss of appetite. But your parents had nothing to be disappointed for. You were infuriatingly perfect. 

“She was crying in her dorm this morning.” Regulus could almost hear her smirk. “Serves her just right.”

Yes, Regulus almost hated you as much as anything but he would never wish for you to be berated by your parents. At least you could have the glory you snatched, rightfully, from him. His heart drummed rapidly against his chest. He hated the feeling of not knowing and even worse the instincts that screamed at him. 

When a letter arrived that noon in the great hall, sealed with the stamp of the Black family, he knew exactly what was wrong. 

His hands shivered as he gently pried open the seal and he could hear his brother’s scoff. He would be sniggering with his atrocious friends about just how right he was. Yet, it took everything in Regulus to not just burn the letter and run to shelter with his brother but that boy was a traitor. Sirius had betrayed him the moment he had dismissed Regulus’ pleads and stepped out of this house like a selfish coward. And Regulus was just the same. A coward. 

The letter read:

Dear Son, 

    An engagement has been planned for you and dear Ms (Y/N) (L/N), who I suppose you’ve already met. We will have a more formal occasion announcing the marriage to the Wizarding world within a month and when you graduate from Hogwarts, you shall be married. 

Regulus glared at his mother’s signature. How could she do it so easily? Ruin the entire course of his life with a single letter of hers? She is truly magical. He thought, bitterly. He was engaged and there was not a thing he could do. A letter addressed neatly to his mother would just be strewn across her study after the first word of it. Or maybe his father would use it as a rough sheet. 

The worse part of it was out of all the people, he was engaged to you. You who hated his mere existence. You who bickered with him like it was the only thing you could do to live. You who he envied will be his wife. The word and the thought rooted a sense of discomfort deep in his heart.

Regulus excused himself from the prying eye of the Great Hall and rushed to the solitude of the library. Never had the comforting journey to his safe place felt as though he was walking on fire but this time all he could think of was the engagement and the possibilities that he could evade it. But he was a coward, he could do nothing. 

The secluded corner of the library, hidden behind massive bookshelves on either side, was currently inhabited. You sat curled on a comfortable chair - his chair - with a book clutched in your hands, against your chest. Had it been a regular instance Regulus would have politely asked you to leave him alone and asserted dominance over this beautiful place, but he saw the way your eyes simply stared at the text and he knew that all too well to ignore. 

“Hey,” He rasped, trying to maintain a civil composure. If his brother had taught him one thing, it was how recklessness and rashness never posed a desirable solution. Yet, now, he wished he could somehow drain it out of his mind. 

You sighed. “I really don't want to see you at the moment.”

Regulus scoffed, slowly pulling another seat to sit before you, leaving a hair space between your knees. “I suppose you’ve gotten the letter?”

“Yesterday.” You scowled, your eyes focusing back on the book. It was a sign that you wanted nothing to do with him. 

But Regulus pressed on, feeling horrible. “What are you going to do?”

“What can I do, Black?” You asked and he felt as helpless as he had never before. It wasn't like the way you usually challenged his questions but much more desperate, as though you were leading to him for a solution. 

He shook his head and stood up, looking everywhere but you. “I don't know.” And like the coward he was, he ran to his dorm.

The next few months passed in a blur. Regulus’ mother had not even thought it would be appropriate for the two of you to be present at the announcement ceremony. Instead, he was locked up to wallow in self-pity with the excuse of rigorous preparations for the final exams. Regulus barely paid attention to them but you did. Every time he saw you, you were poured over a book, jotting down notes or annotating points. He envied the sense of peace you seemed to radiate. He envied your calmness which in turn made him wonder if anyone could see him twitching. Yet, he spoke nothing to you.

Betrothed. You were his betrothed. His future wife and Regulus couldn't stand the sight of you. He did not know if it was the hollow look in your eyes or the way he had found a ring of yours abandoned in the common room. He had seen that ring in your hand several times when he had to sit beside you during classes. He pocketed the gleaming silver ring. 

There was nothing he could do. There was nothing you could do. Only nod to the words of your parents and allow them to snatch your lives and fiddle with them as they please. To carve the perfect heirs to the Black fortune, to have someone follow the wretched path their ancestors paved and Regulus could do nothing about it albeit the overwhelming desire to go for extreme measures. He wouldn't. The power of the Black family at his disposal could shape the views of the Wizarding world entirely different. Perhaps, he grew to become what his mother wanted him to be but there would always be a bit of the rebel his brother rubbed off on him. 

The last exam - Potions - was everything he has ever dreaded. Regulus would return to Grimmauld Place and within a few weeks, would be married to the girl who he had never been much fond of. He would be married. 

And he was. He barely knew the blur of all the things that happened. Regulus nodded to his mother’s words and obeyed her commands like a dutiful son tied with noble threads that his mother tugged at to make him play at her wishes. A day. That was all it took to tumble his life upside down. 

The night of his wedding day, he finally had the opportunity to meet you alone in the confines of his room. 

“Are you alright?” It was a stupid thing to ask someone who was forced to marry you but Regulus did it anyway. He wanted to speak to you. To distract himself from all the horrors his mother could do if you were a bit out of line. Not that he had anything to worry about. You were perfect. 

Regulus could see you clench your jaw before giving a curt nod, your fingers hovering over the pins clasped against your hair. He took a moment to admire you as you stood before the vast mirror, enough to show you both as he stood well over an arm away. You still wore your sparkling white gown and several gleaming diamond jewellery, a testimony to the wealth your family owned. Strands of your hair fell to your collar bone and tucked behind your ears and to him, that was the only real part of you. Your empty eyes, deeply coloured cheeks and bright red lips were nothing that was you. 

“You might have to take those out,” He said, hoping his voice would sound soft. 

You nodded. Your hovering hand pulled out the pins harshly and he wanted nothing more than to slap your hand away and do the work himself. 

“Gentle, dear wife,” he shook his head and walked to the single bed in his room. His mother had been courteous enough to set a rather massive one but she was also clever enough to have exactly one blanket and two pillows. He could summon Kreacher to fetch him more, but he wondered if he would be able to find them. Regulus would have to take care of it the next day. 

“I’ll take the floor,” You said, snatching the pillow and throwing it on the floor. “Don't bother arguing, Black. I doubt you’d be able to sleep in that clothes here.”

“Are you not changing?” Regulus asked, presumably looking horrified.

“I don't have spare clothes,” You mumble already settling to the ground after pulling the blanket from the bed, and wrapping it around your shoulders. 

Regulus knew that was thoroughly unhealthy and something he probably must not entertain for your well being - which he reminded himself that he did not care and you were old enough to take care of yourself. Yet, the sleep in your eyes pulled him away from towering over you. 

He shrugged off his own clothes and pulled one of his brother’s shirts over his cold vest. From the dullness of his closet, he managed to wrench out one of the shirts that were far too small for him and tight trousers. He placed them beside you, along with a glass of water and listened to the steady rhythm of your snores. How could you sleep so peacefully when his nights are plagued with monsters and havoc? He, a senseless coward, envied your peaceful heart. 

Days seemed to be running away from him and before Regulus knew he had attended several grand banquets and feasts with you as the newly married couple, he had smiled and nodded to his mother’s words and held your hand delicately. They were always warm and only when you wrenched your hand away from his would he realise the cold of his hand. 

You barely spoke to him, never sparing a glance longer than what his mother wanted as though you had no strength to look up at him. It worried him. Both that your usual annoyingly charismatic aura was slipping away and that he did not find the same for himself. In fact, he felt quite normal. This was nothing new. Ever since his brother had run away Regulus had had to attend even more gatherings so his mother could flaunt her reason for the disappearance of her eldest son. 

“You barely ate anything,” Regulus said, closing the door to his room behind him. It was not a question but he still excepted answers.

“I didn't feel it.” You gave a small shrug and disappeared behind the curtains to change out of your grand gowns. 

“You shouldn't eat because you feel it, you need to eat because that's what is good for your body,” He said, sounding stupid to his own ears, like a child giving advice. Perhaps, that's why he hated it. 

“Says you,” he could hear you mumble. “I saw you skip food for straight a week in our sixth year.”

“Why-” Regulus cleared his throat. “How did you see that?”

You stayed silent for a moment. “I’m a better observer than you, Black.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve learnt a bit from the expert,” Regulus muttered, and sat gingerly on his bed, his hands still wrenched into his pockets. 

Neither of you spoke anything that night. You lay on the bed and he was on the cold floor with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling. What was happening to him? Why did he feel as though even a single drop of your mood affected his entire existence? Why are you so silent and hostile? He only knew the answer to the last and the answers to the before questions simply terrified him. 

Regulus kept reminding himself that he was worried purely because you were a liability in his hand and he mustn't even worry about you, you were strong and perfect. But he couldn't deny that he noticed little cracks and fractures in your perfection. Yes, you were strong in academics but one of his late-night thoughts wondered what made you so rigorous in your studies. Yes, you were perfect but he realised his eyes were faulty to miss the cracks and paint perfection when you were so beautifully imperfect.

He realised maybe your heart was not peaceful, maybe he was no senseless coward. Maybe, he didn't envy you. 

“We have nothing to do today,” Regulus said, the following day as he entered his room with an apple and newspaper. You were, finally, awake, and sat with your back against the headboard. With the glory of his blanket wrapped around your shoulder, a lazy scowl hinting at your lips in the cosy hue of the sunlight, you looked beautiful. How? Regulus couldn't quite place it but you were like the stars he had sneaked out to see glittering in the sky. Beautiful and tragic. 

“Great?” You mumbled, hoarsely, rubbing your eyes.

“So, I was wondering if you’d want to do something fun?” Regulus asked, sitting at the foot of the bed and tossed you the apple. “Eat it. I know you won't eat breakfast.” 

Your cheeks flushed as you hugged the apple to your chest. “Shut up.”

“There is a library upstairs, when you get ready we will go up, yes?”

You hummed. 

“My brother and I used to come here,” Regulus said, the huge dusty curtain falling at his feet with a flick of his wand. “There are so many books about astronomy and potions. A bit fantasy too.”

“Really?” Regulus didn't miss the glint in your eyes. He knew you loved astronomy and potions, the two subjects you always managed to beat him in. 

“Yes.” He held out his hand, gesturing you to enter the tiny room hidden beneath the massive curtain, tucked in a seclusion of the grand library. 

Inside, the walls were painted deep brown with dust forming a thin layer and lamps flickered to light with another flick of his wand. Tall shelves lined either side, filled with neatly arranged books. The room held too much that weighed him down. It reminded him of his brother and uncle. Two traitors that he mustn't love. He dreaded this place. He spent the entire night in there.

Soon, you and Regulus fell into the same rhythm that he had followed once upon a time. In the late nights, you’d sneak out of your room to the library, and if neither of you was exhausted and the sun still hid deep beneath the black sky, you’d find yourselves staring at the brilliant glittering sky. 

Regulus could see the shift in your mood, and the littered books were a testimony to the wonder of knowledge. Oftentimes, when Regulus had come to your room, instead of finding you staring solemnly at the dull walls of your confinement, he would find you sitting with a book in your hand, a small smile on your face. That smile was like an arrow that wrenched into his heart and made it seem as though it would burst out of his chest any second. It terrified him, even more, to know that he loved it. He loved that feeling. He loved your smile. He loved your touch. He loved the way your eyes twinkled with life as you watched the stars at night. He loved you. 

The thought terrified him enough to make him withdraw from you for a while but he was stupid to think that he could survive a day without your smile to fuel him and like a coward, he slid back to your wondrous routine.

That glorious night, the library was in complete silence spare the music of crickets, and your cosy seclusion was brimming with light. You sat at one corner of the tiny space, a fantasy novel in your hand while Regulus sat at the opposite end, supposedly reading whatever he had grabbed at first sight. He was just staring and he couldn't look away. 

“Has your dear mother not taught you that staring is rude?” You asked, your eyes trained on your book as you flipped a page. You were still on the left side. 

“No, but she's taught me to not skip a page while reading,” He said, smirking as he crossed his legs, leaning back on the comfortable armchair. 

“Well, she hasn't taught you enough, I suppose.”

“That is an expert level for even the greatest of observers.”

“What can I say? You are being rather annoying at the moment.”

“I've barely done anything.” Regulus laughed, placing the book down and dragging his chair before you as he had done all those months ago. A distant speck of memory. 

“Exactly. You are in a library, dear husband, which is supposed to be a place where you must read,” You said and his mind focused on just two words. Dear husband. The thought that he was already married to you never sank in. 

“Tell me now: What else do you do in a library?” Regulus asked, and he felt his voice drop lower. 

“I don't know,” You breathed, your book falling limp on your lap. 

“You admire beautiful creations.” To even him, Regulus sounded strange. A mirror that would reflect something he could have been, something that was so alike to his brother. 

Yet, your cheeks flushed and your eyes averted from his. “What is wrong with you today?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers. If Regulus had seen you like this almost a year ago, he would have been thrumming with complacence. 

“I don't know. I suppose I've come to a realisation.” He smiled. 

Your eyes darted around the room before you sighed and looked at him. “What did you realise?”

The one question that regulus’ mind held a firm answer to is: Was he truly in love with you? And the answer was yes. It mustn't terrify him, you were his wife, after all, but he found his fear lurked around the same path. What if it was just a pretence his cruel mind wanted for survival? That thought alone disgusted him. You were not a distraction or even a lifeguard, you were you, a simple beautiful girl who could magic his day to fill with happiness. 

“I-” He took a deep breath and held your hand, twisting your obnoxious wedding ring. “I realised that you were something different to me. I realised that you were not just a liability in my hands. I realised that…that I love you.” 

You leaned closer to him, your knees finally pressed against his. “And what did that realisation make you feel?” 

“Happiness. I feel so happy to love you. It terrified me, yes, but I love it.” 

Your lips were mere inches away from his. “You break me, my darling.” You pressed your lips against his and Regulus lost all senses.

A coward he was. A senseless, foolish coward but Regulus would do that for you and in return he would just wish for your smile to never vanish. 

He slipped a gleaming silver ring onto your finger.

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How it started:

How it’s going:

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[oonceuponalazy]

over the love of you

read chapter one here (ao3)

rating e 

The truth is that Sirius was raised to be king. Rash, prized, powerful. He was proving it now as he sat so naturally where their father once had. Accordingly, Regulus had not been raised to inherit. It was undiscussed within the family, but they all knew that he was the backup, even before he presented. He was raised to be the prince of their kingdom. To be polite and measured. To be unimportant.

So no, Regulus was not raised to inherit, but that did not matter. He was not going to let Sirius give everything away yet again for him. Not this time.

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[ellecdc]

Hi! I’ve never requested to anyone before, but I really love how you write Regulus. Could I request an arranged marriage with Regulus, where Regulus was head over heels for Reader at Hogwarts but kept her at arm’s length knowing he was bound to an arranged marriage? And him not knowing what to do now that they are finally married. With a calm and observant Reader. I hope it’s not too much trouble 😬😊Thank you!

such a sweet idea! thanks for your request!! I hope you do again 🫶

The Arranged Marriage of Regulus' Dreams

Regulus Black x fem!reader - arranged marriage (no Voldemort AU)

“You’re fucking with me.” Regulus hissed to Narcissa as he watched you and your parents walk through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Narcissa smirked and nudged her younger cousin out into the hall. “Nope, now go on cousin, say hello to your fiancée.”

Regulus thought he was dreaming. No. Certainly he was dead. Would he have gotten into heaven though? Surely not. But if he wasn’t in heaven, then what were you doing here?!

“Mr. L/N, Mrs. L/N. Miss. L/N.” Walburga Black greeted the family as the Black family house Elf, Kreacher, took their outer robes.

“Ah, not Miss. L/N for much longer though.” Your father laughed as he jostled your shoulder a little too roughly, causing you to teeter slightly in your heels.

Regulus wanted to kill him.

“Of course! Tomorrow’s the big day, hm? The most important moment in a young woman’s life.” Orion Black proclaimed as he ushered everyone into the dining room. Regulus noticed your slight grimace at his father’s words, but your face softened as you made eye contact with him.

He smiled softly and bowed his head, taking your hand in his to place a chaste kiss to your knuckles – just like a proper pureblood heir ought to when meeting their betrothed.

Regulus had no idea it was you he was bound to marry. 

Most noble and high-ranking pureblood families partook in arranged marriages. The heir of the family was the most important – most coveted. Regulus wasn’t always the heir – so his engagement wasn’t announced to him until his 5th year – the year that Sirius ran away from home.

The Black’s were readying their new heir; getting their affairs in order.

Regulus could admit that he didn’t really agree with everything his parents stood for. Sirius may have been able to escape his parent’s clutches, but Regulus wasn’t as lucky. 

He found the idea of arranged marriage to be a little archaic, but he was nothing if not a loyal, devoted son. No matter how much it hurt. 

No matter. Regulus understood his duty.

He had been crushing hard on this pretty witch in the year below him at Hogwarts for years, but he never felt confident enough to act on it. By the time he was confident enough to act on it – he’d been promised to someone else, so he never ended up pursuing it. What was the point of falling in love when you were bound to be married for business?

And here that witch was…with her parents…in his home…the evening before his wedding…as his bride. 

No…certainly this was a prank. A joke. A stroke? He was dead. In heaven? Maybe this was his hell.

He must have been running on autopilot, because suddenly he was seated beside you at the formal dining room after he had tucked your chair in under you, listening to the adults the parents discuss business.

He didn’t feel much like an adult right now.

He felt like a prepubescent schoolboy with a crush. 

How humiliating. 

“So, Orion and I will be leaving tomorrow immediately after the wedding.” Walburga announced. “Regulus will be the official head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black along with his wife Y/N, and we will leave the affairs to them.”

“What are your plans for after the wedding?” You father asked Walburga.

Regulus wanted to roll his eyes. Isn’t that the kind of question people are meant to ask the bride and groom?

“Where’s the honeymoon? What are your plans afterwards? Where will you be living? Do you plan on having kids?” 

Regulus had to stop his train of thought – getting a little too excited thinking about his marriage…to you.

Surely he was dead. Surely.

“We have a few properties in France.” Orion interjected before Walburga continued.

“We’ll be residing in a vineyard in the South of France. Retirement will be good for Orion.”

“How lovely. You’re resigning from your position in the Wizengamot?” Your mother inquired.

You and Regulus shared a look and a shy smile before returning to your plates.

“Regulus will be overtaking my position in the courts, as well as the Black’s affairs in the Ministry. We donate a lot of money to keep that government running.” Orion stated proudly. Regulus fought the urge to grimace. 

“It’s a good thing too – Salazar knows that place would be run by mudbloods and halfbreeds if we weren’t careful.” Walburga added.

Regulus had to hand it to you – the only sign you even heard his mother was the slight raising of your eyebrows before the returned to their rightful place above your eyes.

He was smitten.

“Well, our darling Y/N will be a wonderful addition to the Black legacy. She was top of her class, she’s a powerful witch, and loyal to her kind.” You father proclaimed, jostling your shoulder once again.

Regulus couldn’t help himself; he gently placed his hand on the same shoulder your father’s hand was and brushed it – effectively shooing your father’s hand away. He rubbed your shoulder consolingly before returning his gaze to the table.

But not before he caught Narcissa’s knowing smirk as she eyed the two of you.  

“Marvellous. I think this will be a very wonderful match.” Walburga proclaimed.

Regulus didn’t often like agreeing with his mother – but he couldn’t help but feel the same.

The house was disturbingly quiet after the affairs that took place today. 

The trip to the ministry to get your marriage license. Your ceremony on the grounds of Malfoy Manor, and the reception that here at 12 Grimmauld Place, where your image and name were added to the Black Family tapestry. 

This is where Regulus found himself now, in the formal living room – hiding from you.

Not hiding from you.

Sort of hiding from you.

Regulus never grew up expecting much; at least not much of what he wanted. He lucked out getting to play quidditch, but everything else had been decided for him.

His house at Hogwarts was decided for him. His friends were decided for him. His marriage was decided for him.

But now that he had this? A marriage with you – the one witch he would have actually chosen for himself?

Well, he just didn’t know what to do with himself.

So, he was hiding in the formal living room, staring at the Black Family tapestry where your name and portrait was woven in beside his. 

He had never felt this lucky before.

His eyes, as they often did, wandered over to the place where Sirius’ name and portrait had been blasted off some years ago.

Regulus got what he wanted in you… he only wished his brother had been there too.

This is how you found him, standing against the back of a settee with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up, shirt untucked and tie loosened. 

“Oh, hi L/N…erm…” he trailed off awkwardly as you smiled kindly at him.

“I supposed you’ll have to call me by my name, now that we’re married.” You stated plainly as you moved to stand beside him to look at the tapestry.

“Did you know?” Regulus asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

“Know what?”

“Know that it was going to be me? That you were to be married to?” He clarified.

You shook your head in the negative. “I never bothered asking. Didn’t think there was much sense, seeing as there was nothing to be done about it.”

Regulus nodded in understanding. “Are you disappointed?”

“That it was you?” You asked. Regulus nodded. “Not at all.”

Regulus hoped his relief wasn’t as evident on his face as it felt. 

You turned your head back to the tapestry before pulling your wand out and stepping towards it. You pointed it gently at the place Sirius’ name was and murmured something quietly. 

Regulus watched in awe as the strands of the portrait stitched themselves back together, proudly displaying his big brother again.

“Is this alright?” you asked as you turned to observe him. He nodded dumbly as he swallowed against a painful lump in his throat. His eyes flitted to Andromeda’s burn mark. 

“Do you mind doing that one too?” He asked quietly.

You smiled softly and turned back, repeating the spell until Andromeda’s name was once again displayed on the wall.

“The Black’s can be whoever you want them to be now, you know?” You murmured quietly, eyes intent on Regulus’ form.

“I’m happy with the newest addition, so far.” He admitted shyly, wishing he was bold enough to proclaim exactly what he thought of you.

You smiled bashfully, and Regulus delighted in the slight flush that coloured your cheeks. “What else should we do?”

Regulus thought for a moment before a devious grin grew across his face.

“I say we start by pulling the funding from the Ministry. What do you think, my dear wife?”

Your smile looked like it was trying to be as wicked as Regulus’, but you fell painfully short. Regulus doubted you could ever manage looking anything but sweet.

“Sound’s perfect, darling.”

Regulus was in heaven – surely. 

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[ur-local-anti-hero]

Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist

Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)

Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.

Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.

Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.

If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!

Mine - Remus x reader

Remus swears he's never been more in love. "Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place" "You are the best thing, That's ever been mine" Domestic fluff

Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.

Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor. “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right” Hurt/comfort

Back to december - Remus x reader

Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. “So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night" It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine” Hurt comfort, second chance romance

Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader

If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion. “So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out” Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage

Dear John - Regulus x reader

Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences. “Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand" "And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can" Angst

Mean - Lily x reader

You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met "All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life" Hurt/comfort

The story of us - Sirius x reader

Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back. "This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now." Angst, fluff

Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)

Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever. “Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up”  Fluff

Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)

As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you” Fluff

Better than revenge - James Potter x reader

Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge "The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage"" Fake dating

Innocent - Regulus x reader

After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him. “Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then" Hurt/comfort

Haunted - Remus x reader

Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life. “Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted” angst hurt/comfort

Last Kiss - Sirius x reader

Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours. "I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions”  Angst

Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)

All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry. “I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"” Fluff

Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)

When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours”  Hurt/comfort

Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)

Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know. "I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful. He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day fluff

From the vault tracks

Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)

Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there. “All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”

When Emma falls in love - James x reader

You navigate what's like to be in love with James 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave” fluff Hurt/comfort

I can see you - Remus x reader

As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again. “Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself" Rivals to lover

Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)

You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now. “And I feel like my castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down You don't wanna know me now” Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff

Foolish one - Peter x reader

Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius. "Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out" Hurt/comfort

Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)

James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless" Fluff

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[mysterious-ocarina]

No Control

marauder!Sirius Black x fem!reader

(A/N 1, im american so i’ll prolly get alot of british slang wrong, or just call stuff by what americans say) ( A/N 2, this is kinda an au where Sirius doesn't move in with James and is stuck with the Black family. I had a lot of trouble figuring out what family to put the reader in that would fit my plot and I just ended up putting you in the nott family. I guess if you really wanna think about it (pls don't think too hard about it), your brother is the father of theo nott?) (A/N 3, check this out if anyone wants an explanation of why i've been gone from tumblr for so long)

Warnings: definitely angsty but with some sprinkles of fluff, lots of mentions of abuse (nothing graphic is shown, it's just described to have happened a lot in the past), this is an arranged marriage trope but not enemies to lovers trope, lots of misogyny (lately i've been feeling angry at the world and it's views of women so here is me trying to comfort myself. Sirius black is a woman lover fr). let me know if there is anything else i need to tag cuz this is my most serious fic yet

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(5.6k words)

Sirius Black. A name that's known by the majority of the Hogwarts population. And a face that is known (maybe a little too personally) by many wizards and witches at Hogwarts. But not to you.

You've only ever heard about the notorious Sirius black and the gang of hooligans called the Marauders. You've never got to meet any of them personally. You occasionally would see some of them around, but never Sirius. As a Slytherin, you often ran into his brother, Regulus, but you've never really talked to him either, only ever exchanging pleasantries. 

It was actually kind of surprising that you've never talked to the Blacks before. You both came from pure blood, supremacist families and both you and Sirius were known to be a bit rebellious against your families (or just rebellious in general).

But none of that matters, when your parents force you to come home for the holidays and basically shatter your resolve. 

At Hogwarts, away from the prying eyes of your family, you were most like yourself. Rebellious, outgoing, funny, and even kind. But under the roof of your family's expensive manor, you were nothing more than a quiet, obedient little girl, who's value was determined by whichever man was in charge of her. The perfect, pureblood daughter.

Just as your mother was and is, you are basically a slave to your own blood, specifically your brother and father. And as soon as you're married (arranged to a pure blood. no doubt, without your consent) you'll have to be an obedient little wife for your husband. 

The perfect, doting, obedient, docile, pureblood wife. It was all a load of rubbish, you thought, but you would keep the facade up in order to keep the abuse at bay. You learned pretty early on that speaking up for yourself and speaking out of turn was not going to be tolerated.

You were silently eating dinner with your family. Your father and brother were quietly speaking about matters that even if you and your mother cared, neither of you would be allowed an opinion on.

“Honey, we’ll be having important guests for tomorrow's dinner. So make sure you look your absolute best,” your mother spoke to you. She gave you a sympathetic smile knowing the “show” you both would have to put on in front of guests.

“Okay. Am I allowed to know who these guests are?” you swallowed down your food. You were filled with nerves, thinking about what kind of important guests you were going to have.

Your mother bent down closer to your ear, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this-” she shot a quick look to your father to make sure he wasn’t listening, “but it’s the Black family. I’m not sure why they are coming. All I know is that it’s important business with one of their sons.”

You put your fork down on your plate, placing your hands down on your lap in front of you. You let your thoughts wander and only grew more worried. What kind of important business did one of the Black brothers have with your family? To help a little with your nerves, your mother placed a comforting hand on yours before going back to her meal.

The rest of your night was uneventful after that, until you went to bed. You stayed awake for longer than you should have, your mind way too loud to allow you to sleep. You ran through a list in your mind about the millions of different “important business” that the Black family could have with yours. But none of it made sense why they would eat dinner with us. Usually important business was settled in your father’s study, as it was improper for the ladies to be present.

Eventually, you were able to fall asleep and then the next day would start. You woke up late, which was extremely unappreciated by your brother, who was expecting his morning coffee like usual. You were promptly punished, not only by being woken up by him screaming at you, but also with a beating.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find an appropriate outfit for the dinner that would cover the red marks and newly forming bruises on your arms. Your mother lessened the pain of the marks a little during the day but there wasn’t much else that you could do.

Sometimes when you both sat and drank tea, you would often dream together about running away from all of this. The blood supremacy, controlling men, and just downright evil families. But those thoughts and dreams were quickly quelled when the sound of the men's voices could be heard, calling for the maids- I mean women.

Both you and your mom knew, these were only dreams. It was impossible for purebloods to leave the life that they were born into.

You and your mother waited in the foyer, waiting for the guests to arrive. Your dress was rubbing against the lashes on your skin, making you scratch your arms in irritation but soon stopped when your mothers hand landed on yours.

“You’ll only make it hurt worse. Plus, you know you can show any discomfort in front of the guests,” she said softly. She was trying her best to sound comforting but it only served to remind you of the show you both are forced to put on and the lives you’re stuck living.

A knock was heard and muscle memory forced wide, fake smiles onto both of your faces. Your mother opened the door and welcomed the Black family, “Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Black. I hope you had safe travels here.”

As soon as they crossed the threshold, you were in front of them offering to take their coats. They handed them to you as Mrs. Black spoke, “Thank you for having us, Mrs. Nott.”

“My daughter will show you to the dining room while I finish up making dinner,” your mother informed before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.

After you finished hanging up Mr. and Mrs. Black’s coats, you finally had the chance to look at the two Black brothers. Being in his house, you immediately recognized Regulus, who gave you a tight smile. You then looked over to who you assumed was Sirius.

He certainly was as attractive as the girls at Hogwarts always seemed to make him seem. But he wouldn’t make eye contact with you. He was looking toward the ground, still keeping his posture ramrod straight. He had the same look and body language as someone who had just been beaten for disobedience. A look you were familiar with.

Before anyone could get angry with you, you spoke up, respectfully, “If you would follow me, please.”

With your head down, you brought the family to the dining room. Your father and brother both stood up to shake hands with the Blacks. You stood behind your seat, waiting for the men to sit down first. Your father and Mr. Black sat down and engaged in conversation. You watched Regulus take the chair next to his father and looked to see where Sirius was. You were surprised to find him right next to you.

You backed up, unsure why he was standing there. Of course, you would give up your seat if he asked you to. But all he did was pull the chair out and motion for you to sit down. You sat down and thanked him as he pushed the chair in, “Thank you, young master Black.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw your father give a nod at your use of the title. Salazar, you sounded like a damned house elf. But that was the proper way you were to address him.

Sirius scrunched his nose at the title but gave you an understanding smile, “You’re welcome.”

He surprised you once more by taking the seat directly next to yours. You kept your mouth shut, knowing it was best to keep your curious thoughts to yourself, but you did shoot him a kind smile.

Dinner started without a hitch, conversation mostly being between Mr. Black and your father, your mother and Mrs. Black conversing a little bit with each other too. You, your brother, and both Black brothers mostly stayed silent and ate the meal.

Throughout the entire dinner, when nobody was looking, you had been rubbing at your irritated arm in discomfort. You don’t know how long Sirius had noticed but he grabbed your hand under the table just as you were going to bring it back up again. He continued to eat his meal with his other hand, looking like he wasn’t holding your hand under the table at the moment.

At your confused glance, he leaned closer to your ear, whispering, “I know what you’re doing. It’s just going to make it hurt more, the more you keep messing with it. Just squeeze my hand instead.”

He went back to eating, glancing around to find that no one noticed him whispering to you. You squeezed his hand a bit hard as you went back to eating too. Instead of wincing or doing anything to show discomfort, all he did was rub his thumb soothingly on yours.

The butterflies Sirius stirred up in you was enough to distract you from your irritating arm for the rest of the dinner.

“Now,” your father started, rubbing his napkin on his mouth and setting it down on the table, (the universal sign for “stop eating and listen to me”). “Mr. Black and I have recently come to an agreement.”

Sirius squeezed your hand in comfort as his father spoke up, “Seeing as Ms. Nott is the same age as my Sirius, we have arranged for the two of you to be married. It will be after the both of you graduate from Hogwarts.”

Those words echoed in your head as you looked up to the two fathers in shock. Your silverware clattered as it fell from your hand onto your plate. You must have been breaking the bones in Sirius’ hand, holding it as tight as you were.

Despite the fact that you knew it was a bad idea, your adrenaline forced you to speak up, “You can’t do that, father. You can’t just force me to marry someone that I just met.”

The tears in your eyes didn’t fall, years of “training” keeping them from falling.

Your brother gave you a harsh glare at your disrespect. Suddenly your father stood up, slamming his hands on the table. Staring straight at you, his commanding voice not loud but still thundering all the same, “I can, and I will. Do not forget your place in this family and this world. You will do as I say until you are married. Then you will be your husband’s to command.”

In a haste, you let go of Sirius’ hand, placing your hands on the table to stand up. Sirius, thinking quickly, kept you from getting up by grabbing your legs under the table. That didn’t stop your mouth from speaking harshly, “I am nobody’s to command or control.”

Before you could say anything more, your father reached across the table and slapped you across the face. You held your cheek in shock. He’s hit you before but never in front of guests. The entire table sat in shocked silence.

You looked down at your lap, willing your tears not to fall. You noticed Sirius’ hands clenched in his lap, he looked like he was shaking in anger, but his face had a practiced neutral expression. Regulus’ eyes were wide as he looked at you but had no other reaction at the scene that just transpired. The both of them knew not to speak up.

Your brother had a satisfied smirk on his face. You could just hear the thoughts in his head right now. Thank Salazar, someone put her in her place, his face screamed.

Your father sat down and looked towards Mr. Black, “I’m sorry for my daughter’s behavior. I hope you can forgive me for her impudence.”

Mr. Black simply waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s alright. I understand how women are.”

Picking up his whiskey glass, your father sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t put off the marriage to fix her. Maybe your son will be able to crack her.”

Mr. Black took a swig of his whiskey too, “We can only hope. If not, I can think of a curse that surely helped to fix up my Sirius.”

Sirius tensed up next to you. Your father had never used the Cruciatus Curse on you, but it was clear what Mr. Black was referring to and your father seemed to quite enjoy the idea. The two men simply laughed as if that curse wasn’t named an Unforgivable Curse. They laughed, as if your pain was nothing more than entertainment to them.

The dinner went back to normal for the two men and your brother, not noticing the tension felt between the rest of the group. This time, you grabbed Sirius’ hand under the table and rubbed it soothingly. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed your hand.

Losing your appetite, you spent the rest of the meal sitting in silence, holding hands with Sirius. Your thoughts ran completely wild. You were going to be married to him, for the rest of your life, and you had only spoken once. You didn’t even speak. He whispered to you and you listened. Thinking more about it, there are worse boys that you could have been forced to marry.

At Hogwarts, Sirius was known for being rebellious and against his family's traits and values. Salazar, the boy was sorted into Gryffindor, the opposite of his entire family. But what if that was just in the public eye. You didn’t know anything about Sirius except for what you’ve heard from others. For all you knew, the moment you and he were alone, he would revert back to his family’s pureblood values and abuse you just as most pureblood husbands did to their wives.

No, you quickly thought, stop it. You tried to think about the entire situation with a rational head. Throughout the entire dinner, he did nothing harsh towards you. He offered comfort when your arm was bothering you. He kept you from standing when you argued with your father (who knows how much worse the situation could have escalated if you actually, physically stood up to him). He did his best to offer you comfort without your families knowing it.

He’s not an abuser, you rationalized with yourself. You felt the way he tensed up at the mention of the Cruciatus Curse. He would not be like your father or your brother.

After dinner, you were sent straight up to your room. Before you were separated, Sirius softly spoke to you, “Don’t worry, darling.”

His smile reassured you by a fraction, as you got ready for bed. Maybe all of it won’t be so bad.

You didn’t see Sirius, or his family, at all the rest of the holidays. The next time you did see him was on the train back to Hogwarts. You were simply looking for an empty carriage to settle in, when you noticed Sirius coming towards you.

He grabbed your suitcase and brought it to what you presumed was the carriage he was going to be in. You simply followed him, shrinking under the glare that some of his fangirls were throwing your way.

Once the door was shut and you were alone, he finally spoke up, “So, how are you?”

You sat in the seat opposite of him. You were unsure how to proceed, so you took the safe option and responded, “I’m fine, master Black.”

He opened his mouth in shock, before quickly wiping the look from his face, he basically pleaded, “Please don’t call me that.”

“But-” you went to protest, but he cut you off.

“At least, don’t call me that when we aren’t near our families,” he dismissed what you were going to say. All you could do was stare at him. It really did seem he wasn’t like his family.

Growing embarrassed under your stare, he shyly spoke back up, “I hope you know that you can act like you normally do when you’re around me.”

You looked away from him, face flushing, “This is how I normally act.”

He leveled you with a look, “We both know that’s not true. I don’t know you well but I’m sure you have a number of choice words to call me.”

Seeing the amused smirk on his face, your facade broke. You slightly smirked right back at him, “I don’t have any words to call you… Our fathers on the other hand…”

Sirius’ smirk turned into an almost awestruck smile. Before he could say anything back at you, a gaggle of boys had burst into the carriage.

“Pads, you’ll never guess who sent me a letter during break,” James Potter excitedly said. He went to sit across from his friend only to just now notice you. You gave him a sweet smile.

“Who’s this?” James asked, sitting next to Sirius and throwing his arm around him.

Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin followed James into the carriage, taking their seats. Everyone gave you curious but welcoming looks.

Sirius gave you a look, which you nodded to.

“Put up a silencing charm. I’ve got a story to tell you,” Sirius replied, causing the boys to perk up.

The next hour or so was spent with Sirius explaining your arranged marriage to his group of friends. You were relatively silent, not yet comfortable talking to his friends. He left out the parts where you were abused and berated but didn’t spare the details of his own abuse. It seemed he was comfortable sharing what he goes through to his friends. And evidently you too, since you were there listening too.

This was how you found out that he knew about the betrothal before you did. Apparently, he found out just moments before going to the dinner. He tried to refuse his father (the same way you had, you noticed) and received a beating for his insubordination. That would explain the look he had when you first saw him.

You cringed a little, hearing that he was hit but he gave you a reassuring smile. His friends were also really kind and sympathetic to the entire situation. No wonder he seemed comfortable sharing his familial trauma with them, they were extremely supportive.

“Can they really do that?” James questioned, from next to Sirius.

You sighed and crossed your arms, “Unfortunately, yes. There isn’t anything that we can do to avoid it.”

Remus looked up thoughtfully, “Is it possible for you guys to run away from your families?”

You thought about it, “Hypothetically, we could run away from our families and the blood supremacy world, but it would be extremely difficult.”

Sirius spoke up, “Trust me, I’ve debated it my entire life. If we ran away from our families, no doubt we would be financially cut off from them.”

You added, “Not only would we have to somehow have enough money for a place to live, but we would also need to find a job, to keep the place to live. And trust me, families like ours have a lot of power in the wizard world. One word from them, and no one would want or be able to hire us.”

Peter muttered, “That’s horrible.”

Sirius sighed and slouched in his seat, “You’re telling me.”

“Thinking about it, Sirius, you need to put your womanizing ways away. A married man shouldn’t be parading around with any woman that gives him attention,” you added with a teasing smirk.

“You make me sound like a cheap whore,” Sirius replied with a pout.

“You’re not?” James was quick to rebuttal, causing you to laugh at the offended face Sirius gave the both of you.  It didn’t take long for the entire group of you to dissolve into laughs and giggles.

Sirius smiled at you, teasingly, “Well how about you? I’m sure your long line of lovesick fools will end up sobbing at the news.”

You glared playfully at him, “I don’t know any lovesick fools. I actually swore off dating a long time ago so this doesn’t affect my love life at all.”

Remus looked at you in bewilderment, “Went from swearing off dating straight to marriage.”

“Quite the jump,” you simply offered in reply. “At least I’m stuck with Sirius and not some blood supremacist twat like my brother.”

“That is true,” Remus reasoned. “You could have been forced with someone who actually believes the rubbish their parents feed them.”

You felt comforted by Remus' words, confirming that Sirius wasn’t like both of your families.

The rest of the train ride was spent getting to know each other. It wasn’t hard to become friends with Sirius and his buddies. The longer you spent with them, the more comfortable you became with the idea of becoming Sirius’ wife. Don’t get me wrong. You still didn’t want to be forced to marry someone that you didn’t know or love, but you were comfortable knowing that he felt the exact same way.

Who knows? Maybe you could fall in love with Sirius the same way a plethora of other girls had.

The rest of your seventh year at Hogwarts went alright. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread that you and Sirius were to be married but for the most part, the gossip didn’t bother either of you that much. It’s not like the rumors were false, so what was the point in denying anything.

The only downside was the threats that a multitude of Sirius fangirls made in your direction. Nothing too serious has happened to you yet, but you knew soon enough that it would be too much for the wrong girl. Turns out, that time would come soon enough. 

You were eating breakfast in the Great Hall, Regulus sitting across from you. Since he was to be your brother-in-law, the both of you became friends. You would also find out that he wasn’t like his parents either. He just wasn’t as outward of this fact as Sirius was. Watching what Sirius has put up with, he knew that he wasn’t brave enough to rebel and deal with the consequences.

Earlier in the week, a parcel came by owl for you. In it was a Black family heirloom, a wedding ring. You were told that you had to wear it from now on, even though you guys were still only engaged and not married. Of course, you didn’t argue, though.

You sat staring at the ring. On one hand, you hate what it symbolized. It was your own sick image of slave shackles that tied you down. On the other hand, “It really is quite pretty. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Sirius picked it out just for me.”

Regulus looked up at you as you spoke. He was confused for a moment until he noticed you glancing at the ring on your ring finger. He swallowed his toast and took a sip of his black coffee, “Well… I mean, it is charmed.”

You gave him a confused look, which only made him look back at you even more confused. His eyebrows raised, “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” you questioned. You looked at the ring and tried to think of what kind of charm it could have been.

Regulus smirked back at you, “Well, Mrs. Black-” you glared at him, only making him smile harder at you, “-When the ring was first made for our grandmother's grandmother, or some other old bat, it was put under some kind of spell. 

“It was always meant to be an heirloom and it was charmed to always look the way that the husband, the male with Black blood, wanted it to look. Hypothetically, it was supposed to be a symbol of great love because the husband should know what kind of ring their wife would like to wear. But with our family being the kind of family it is, it was mostly only ever worn as a symbol of possession.

“Rarely, did the husbands care enough about their wives to know what kind of ring they would like to wear,” Regulus finished his story. He was giving you an unreadable smile.

You stared back at him, your expression almost as unreadable as his, scoffing at him, “Well most jewelry is going to be pretty.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t that look like the perfect ring for you,” he smoothly replied.

You simply ignored him, finishing your breakfast. You did your best to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest at the thought that Sirius knew what your perfect ring would look like.

The ring on your finger only served as a reminder to all the girls at Hogwarts that you were to be Sirius’ wife, a fact that was not very well received by the female population. Before you had the ring, the most that would be thrown your way was dirty looks and glares, something you could easily handle. But as more and more people noticed the ring on your finger over the next week, the more serious it became.

You started to receive so much hate mail, that you started to only ever open up letters if they had the official Nott or Black seal. Most of the letters only said foul things to you. Not many people were aware of the arranged part of the marriage, mostly only pureblood Slytherins and Black’s friends knew about that, so a lot of the letters consisted of them berating you and wondering how you got the notorious Sirius Black to fall in love with you (A love potion being the most common guess. Because why would the perfect Sirius Black want to be with a nobody girl like you).

People really are dense these days. How could people possibly jump to any sort of conclusions when no one has ever seen you guys kiss… or even hold hands for that matter. The both of you were friends by now, of course. But that’s it. You guys didn’t just magically fall in love now that you are betrothed.

Well… one of you wasn’t in love. Over the course of getting to know Sirius more for the past few months, feelings did start to stir within you. But you always tried to squash them down as soon as you felt them. Which only made you hurt more.

You were going to get married… without your consent… to a guy that you’ve started to truly care for… despite the fact that he could never care for you the same way. It was all kind of sad, when you really thought about it.

You thought about how you were probably, inadvertently, just a symbol of his slavery to his family and their beliefs. Just as he was inadvertently a symbol of your slavery to your family and their beliefs.

But you were able to look past that. So maybe he would be able to look past it too and see the silver-lining to this whole thing.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you muttered a quicked Incendio at the pile of hate mail in front of you, burning it to ash. Slipping your wand back into your robes, you continued to eat your dinner in relative peace.

If only it could’ve stayed in peace. Two girls, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff that you didn’t even recognize, sat down on both of your sides. Your confusion was apparent, only widening the smirk on the two girls' faces.

Understanding what was going on, you rolled your eyes, “Do you guys need something?”

“What’s your secret?” the Ravenclaw girl inquired.

You simply continued to eat your food, unaffected by their intimidation. Dryly, you responded, “Whatever could you mean?”

The girls looked at you in disgust, before the Hufflepuff spoke up, “We want to know how you got someone as amazing as Sirius Black to fall for you. I can’t think of anything good about you.”

With another roll of your eyes (if you had a galleon for everytime you rolled your eyes because of these kinds of girls, you would be rich) you cooly replied, “Have you tried, having a personality? I’ve heard it does wonders in making people like you.”

Both girls huffed at your attitude before standing up. The Ravenclaw haughtily informed you, “You better watch your back, Nott. Wouldn’t want anyone to damage Sirius’ goods.”

Using her wand, the Hufflepuff spilled sticky juice all over you, leaving you floundering in shock. You sat for a second seething in anger, only growing more furious as the gross liquid seeped more into your clothes.

By now, most of the great hall was already watching what had happened but at the glare you threw at everyone, people were quick to go back to minding their business.

You got up quickly, making your way out of the Great Hall. You heard footsteps behind you and someone calling your name but you were too blind with rage to bother turning around to find out what they wanted. You had had enough of the girls in this school looking down at you for something that wasn’t any of their business.

You were almost to the girls washroom, when Sirius grabbed ahold of your arm. You quickly whipped around, seething, “What the hell do you want, Black?”

He faltered, unsure how to handle what was happening, “I saw what happened. Are you okay?”

You glared harshly at him, “Do I look okay to you?”

Gobsmacked, he hesitantly replied, “Well, what can I do?”

“Oh gee, Black,” you spit at him. “Maybe you could fix your fanclub who seems to think that I’m Satan incarnate herself.”

Your anger in the moment kept you from thinking rationally, you mocked, “Oh perfect Sirius Black. He’s so hot and amazing. How could a slag like you end up with a man like him?”

Sirius stood, shocked at your outburst but kept silent and let you continue to tear at him, “I’ve heard it all, Black. Your little group of fangirls are so deep into their delusions that they can’t even see that we aren’t in love. The only thing that they are capable of seeing is that I’ll be your wife, consensual or not.

“Those girls don’t even realize the pain it brings me that I’m forced to do this. Those girls don’t see the pain my family has put me in, time and time again. Those girls don’t see the pain they cause me with their vitriolic jealousy,” You finished your rant off, poking at his chest with each sentence. Breathing deeply after explaining how this all made you feel, you watched as he processed everything you said.

He seemed unsure of how to continue, until anger and what looked like insecurity started to cover his face. He moved your hand away (very lightly, you noticed) and started to step towards you as he raised his voice back at you, “Well what do you expect me to do about literally anything about this situation. I’m sorry that having to marry me is the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

“Sirius,” you sighed, regretfully.

But he was quick to continue before you could, “No, you got to tear me out, so now it’s my turn. Trust me, this hurts me too. I know how horrible our families and their rubbish traditions are. You are just as familiar with the abuse as I am, meaning that you know just as well as I do, that there isn’t anything that either of us can do against this.”

He took a step back and a deep, calming breath. He looked at you with an expression that was unreadable, “I wish there was something, anything, that I could do to help us feel less trapped but there’s nothing to do.”

You took a step closer to him, “Nothing about you, is the worst thing to ever happen to me. Really, if anything, you’re the best thing to happen to me. It’s because of you, that I feel less alone.”

At your admission, Sirius let out a breath of relief, as if you just lifted the world off of his shoulders. Was he really that worried about being a burden to you? You spoke up again, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. None of this is your fault and I shouldn’t have let my anger out on you.”

Sirius sighed, muttering the scourgify charm. The sticky juice was instantly cleaned off you and you already felt a little bit better.

Sirius grabbed your hand, holding it in both of his, “It’s alright. I understand what you’re going through. But we can get through this together.”

“You’re right,” you responded with a soft cry. You fell into his chest and softly cried out your frustrations. Sirius stood there, soothing you as best as he could, unwilling to let you out of his embrace.

“How about tonight, you meet me in the astronomy tower? We can do whatever, it doesn’t matter what. We can just hang out and forget about our families for once,” Sirius offered. He still had his arms around you in comfort.

Once your sniffles subsided, you hugged him just a little bit tighter, “That sounds amazing, Sirius.”

(A/N, I was thinking of doing a part 2 if you guys are interested. I was thinking it would be after the marriage but you guys still dance around the feelings you have for eachother. maybe you guys find a way to run away together too. i dont really know, yall let me know what you think)

#sirius black #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x you #sirius black one shot #sirius black fluff #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #female reader #fluff #fanfiction #arranged marriage #angst

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My fics on AO3

Alright, so I deleted my AO3 account a few months ago (thinking I was done with this) and orphaned all of my works. Well, now I deeply regret that. But I have collected as many of them as I could find here for anyone who's interested.

Jegulus/Starchaser

Temptation Eyes (Now Complete!) - My Jegulus Regency AU. Completed, being posted one chapter twice a week. James enters the London season hoping to find a wife. What he finds instead is Regulus Black, and he never looks back. But as implied by the era, it won't be easy for them. Background wolfstar, shown as a different approach to a queer relationship in the regency era.

Get Regulus Out - 82k, Rated M, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Working Through Trauma, No War/Riddle AU, background Wolfstar, background Marylily. James tries to convince Regulus to leave Grimmauld Place as Sirius once did, and save himself from his parents.

How to Spot Signs of Jealousy - 4k, fake/pretend relationship, mutual pining, miscommunication. After Regulus gets fed up with people asking him out because of his family name, he and Barty agree to fake date. For some reason, James Potter seems livid...and Regulus can only guess that it's because he's homophobic. That's got to be it, right?

But Where's Regulus - 1k. James on laughing gas after getting his wisdom teeth taken out and talking about how much he likes Regulus

Waking Up Slowly - 2k. James wakes up in bed with Regulus in the Gryffindor dorm, something Sirius might not take kindly to.

I've Read Your Book - 1k. Two one shots based on the same premise: Writer!James didn't even know Regulus knew about his book, let alone had read it, but Regulus comes up to him and says "I've read your book" aka the most exciting words of all time to start a conversation for a writer.

Little Ball of Fire - 1k. Regulus gets into an argument with Snape. Regulus begins threatening him, so James picks Regulus up and carries/drags him out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

Prongsfoot/Bambibelle

What's in a Name - 5k, Soulmates AU, secret crush. In a world where soulmates exist and can identify each other by the feeling they get when they say each other's names, it's pretty easy to identify who your soulmate is. But for Sirius and James who only call each other by their nicknames, it takes a while to finally know.

The Bachelorette - 15k, mutual pining, Bachelorette AU. Sirius and James are both cast as contestants on the Bachelorette. Although their stated goal was to woo Lily and capture her heart, they don’t quite manage it. They fall for each other instead.

A Real Marriage Under Wizarding Law - 6k, mutual pining, fake/pretend relationship, drunken shenanigans. Sirius and James get a quickie drunken marriage in Knockturn Alley. When they wake up in the morning, they decide not to get it annulled so that they can save Sirius from an arranged marriage.

The Only Transfer Students to Ever Come to Hogwarts - 9k, arranged marriage, hijinx, angst with a happy ending. Sirius is upset to learn that not only does he have to transfer to a new school, but his parents have set up an arranged marriage for him. James assures him that's impossible, but Sirius knows his parents don't make empty threats. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

The Smell of Water - 4k, Amortentia, idiots in love. Sirius and James argue about what they're smelling without realizing that there's Amortentia in the room. When Sirius realizes, he becomes a whole mess about it. (Written for Prongsfoot Bingo)

Wolfstar

Wolfstar Microfics Theme: Love - 8k, a collection of 22 microfics themed around love

6x James Found Out, and 1x Harry Did - 10k. Six ways James could have learned about Sirius and Remus' secret relationship, and one way Harry could have learned about it. *This is specifically ATYD fanfiction, and it's set in that universe.

#my fics #ao3 #archive of our own #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #prongsfoot #bambibelle #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james x sirius #james potter x regulus black #starchaserdreams #fake/pretend relationship #mutual pining #idiots in love #marauders fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #bambibelle fanfiction

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My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

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• Mattheo Riddle (hp)

Found him by the astronomy tower

Death Eater meeting at your family’s house

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A walk through the woods

Seeking for some quiet at the Black Lake

Ghostface au (requested)

Seven minutes in heaven

College au (requested)

Made him mad

Divination class (requested)

After Quidditch practice

Hunger Games au (requested)

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Jealous (requested)

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A cat? (requested)

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Professor Riddle (requested)

Let it (not) snow (requested)

Library

Happy New Year!

The flu (requested)

Little lion (requested)

Arranged marriage (requested)

Don’t talk to him

Riddle

Valentine’s Day

Death Eater mask

You belong to me

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Big boss (requested) (yet to come)

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Too young (requested) (yet to come)

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Tension

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Friends with benefits

The red string (requested)

A little bit older… (requested)

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• Lorenzo Berkshire (hp)

One kiss?

Ghostface au (requested)

Piercer (requested) (yet to come)

His muse (yet to come)

• Tom Riddle (hp)

The ring

Liar

Tutor (requested)

The Chamber of Secrets

Co-prefect

Ghostface au (requested)

• Professor Tom Riddle (hp)

Legilimency

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Late night snack (yet to come)

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Firewhisky

Written in the stars (requested) (yet to come)

Sleepy (requested) (yet to come)

• Regulus Black (hp)

Partners in class (requested)

• Slytherin boys groupchat (hp)

(yet to come)

• Minho (tmr)

You’re a med-Jack

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The new nurse

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(yet to come)

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Quarter Quell training

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Hot summer training (requested)

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Christmas - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Ravenclaw!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Hufflepuff!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

Slytherin!reader - Mattheo Riddle (requested)

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A little bit older… - Theodore Nott (requested)

She’s off-limits - Theodore Nott (requested) (yet to come)

Just to make them jealous? - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

Stay over for the Holidays - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

Filthy mudblood - Draco Malfoy (requested) (yet to come)

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Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle blurb

Pain(ed) - Mattheo Riddle pt2 (yet to come)

Through the years - Mattheo Riddle

Marked - Tom riddle

To heaven and back - Theodore Nott

Drunk promises - Mattheo Riddle

Roses in silver lining - Tom Riddle

Little secret - Mattheo Riddle

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Dating Remus Lupin (yet to come)

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[childotkw]

Um, not sure if you've been asked this before (I could've sworn that at one point you had, but i can't for the life of me find the post) but do you have any thoughts about genderbent Regulus Black?

I can see there being a much more different sibling dynamic between them and Sirius as there isn't an heir and backup dynamic with Walburga and Orion no doubt seeing Regulus as a tool to be married off. Not to mention they'd be much more strict with Sirius without a backup heir to replace him.

Not to mention it would be interesting if Tom saw Regulus as a chance to better win the loyalty of the pureblood community, after all having a bride from one of the most prestigious pureblood families would raise his standing by a lot.

I absolutely love your female Harry AU's especially "I pray(death parts us)" and "Serpent In These Still Waters ", and I love the marriage dynamic between Tom and Harry.

However I do wonder about the arranged marriage dynamic that Tom could have. Especially with someone who was born into the world of pureblood politics.

No pressure obviously to answer if you're not interested, but yea I was just wondering.

Ohh yes I know the one you're talking about! I ended up with Rana Black being the fem!Regulus name - you can read the original outline here.

I do have many thoughts about it - mainly how Ran would have grown up shaped by society's expectations and how she would eventually grow to cast those expectations off.

In my idea, Rana manages to convince Orion to ship her off to Beauxbatons. Orion, because his daughter is his favourite child, agrees to do this one thing for her, despite any objections from his wife. Rana actually eventually moves permanently to France with Kreacher as her ""guardian"" (because let's be real, the wizarding world has a pretty broken view on how young children should be raised and this isn't that far out of the norm for them). So Rana misses a large portion of the bullshit that is brewing in Britain.

But...

Walburga sees, Walburga knows. In the brief instances she actually interacts with her daughter (who seemed to grow up between blinks, who turned from a slim and silent shadow of a girl into a calm and confident young woman far from her mother's influence), Walburga learns.

Rana is not some demure wife-to-be. She is a...liberationist. A young woman with incorrect and damaging opinions on what her place in the world should be. Her time in France, in that school, has warped her understanding of her duty.

So, Walburga must fix this. As the new heir to the Black legacy, Rana has a responsibility to their House. She must bring in the next generation, and she must accept her place.

Walburga looks at Narcissa, at Bellatrix, and knows she must find her daughter a husband that can curb her radical views.

She also decides, rather firmly, that it's time her daughter learns deference. Learns to bow.

Orchestrating an encounter between her daughter and the Dark Lord is easy enough. Walburga is one of the few that still sees Tom Riddle in the face of Voldemort, and that tenuous childhood connection gives her enough leverage to push her daughter into the man's space with the implied permission to teach the girl how to drop her chin.

Only...that's not what happens.

Voldemort sees Rana's spark, sees her potential and her ideas and her biting cynicism towards the structures of their society; sees the way her eyes constantly drift towards the horizon, towards France, and finds himself a little curious at this until-now unknown Black.

(Voldemort is, after all, a radical himself. Why Walburga thought he would dismiss Rana's ideals or find her foolish is beyond him.)

Marriage isn't the first or fourth or even twentieth plot he envisions with Rana Black - but eventually it does creep into his purview.

And that intrigue, the future he could see forming with everything Rana Black brings with her, is enough for him to kick things into gear.

The biggest problem - the only problem, really - is that Rana Black does not want to marry.

Anyone.

Not even the Dark Lord.

#anonymous #HP #regulus black #tom riddle #regulus x tom #fem!regulus

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Harry Potter x Percy Jackson Pirate AU

AN: Percy Jackson and the Olympians comes out today! I'm so excited! I created this ficlet because I wanted a pirate AU with Sirius Black. The warnings for this fic are period-typical attitudes, mentions of tears and arranged marriages.

“The King bids you to return to London, my Lady.”

“The Queen Mother was the one to send her on this voyage.  Why would the King recall her?”

“The Oldest, Noblest family of Black have submitted another request for her hand in marriage.”

“Another?”  You questioned.

“While the previous attempt was less than well executed, the King bears no ill will to the family of Black.  He understands that Regulus is not his brother.”

Comprehension dawned on you as you examined the man that you were referring to as Captain Sirius “You were my fiancé?”

Sirius looked at you horrified.

“He went before the King, my Lady, and demanded that the engagement be broken as he had no time for a ‘spoiled little princess who did not understand the demands of his work.’  I wonder, would your response have been different if you knew beforehand that your intended is the daughter of Poseidon?”

“Commodore Snape,” you cut in.  “You have been a good friend to me and my family.  You have gone above and beyond the call of duty.  I am offering you a chance to return to London unscathed by the wind and tide.  Should your vendetta against Captain Black influence your thinking further, this offer will not linger.”

“I understand.”

Once Commodore Snape’s ships had departed, you turned to the four captains of the Marauder, “Thank you gentlemen for ensuring my safety as I travelled with you.  I shall not trouble you any further.”

Captain Black reached towards you but you evaded his grasp.  Grateful that you were no longer wearing the clothes that you had begun the journey with, you dived into the ocean.  The ocean rejoiced as its princess returned and if one tear escaped your eye as you swam home, the ocean would whisk the tear away before anyone other than the two of you would know.

#my writing #my fics #pirate au #harry potter x percy jackson crossover #sirius black x reader #sirius black #severus snape #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #female reader #angst #reader is a demigod #arranged marriage

[my-beloved-fandoms]

jamie/evan, she/they, queer/pansexual. marauders era. im not single im in love okay.

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୨ৎ Finished Works ↓

none yet!

✿ Snippets ↓

starchaser | back in time au

✧ Polls ↓

siren au | starchaser | reg's clothing

baking show au | starchaser, nobleflower, wolfstar, dorlene, rosekiller | poll masterlist

✎ WIPS ↓

seven | darksun, m rated | 4.2k words | childhood friends to enemies to lovers | 2/?

☾ Unposted WIPS ↓

baby you’re so ghetto, you’re looking to score (when they all say hello, you try to ignore) | moonwater | strangers to lovers

you and me, always forever | rosekiller | friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers 

now my life is sweet like cinnamon (like a fuckin dream i’m living in) | starchaser, bitchkiller | barty and sirius friends with benefits to lovers and james and regulus brothers best friend to lovers

so… you’re dating? | pandalily | friends to lovers

good old-fashioned lover boy | wolfstar | coworkers to lovers

✩ Future Fics ↓

well i was younger then, take me back to when (i found my heart and broke it here) | wolfstar, starchaser | strangers to lovers

there’s things i want to say to you (but i’ll just let you live) | wolfstar | strangers to lovers

new americana | rosekiller, dorlene | arranged marriage between evan and dorcas

national anthem | starchaser, wolfstar | tbd

the exit | starchaser, wolfstar | black brother-centric

♪ Playlists ↓

seven | ongoing | for fanfiction ‘seven’

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