#regulus at this point needs to get out of here

[crescenthistory]

the saga of prongslet or paddy

pairing: freshly baked parents poly!prongsfoot x reader

synopsis: everyone in your little found family are feeling big feelings when you and your boys bring the first baby into your folds – and, in essential marauders spirit, the nicknames come flying out [half-hearted searching for a baby name]

wc: 1.8k

cw: fem!reader, kidfic, poly!relationship, parenthood, aftermath of giving birth, referenced pain, implied past hardship, hospitals, glossed over who biodad is, crying, hints at sirius' abusive past, found family, incredibly heartfelt fluff, background moonwater and marylene

note: i don't know how or why this was born (no pun intended), but here you go!

James had been crying all morning.

Whether the tears streamed silently, falling over his big smile, or if he let out painfully beautiful hiccups varied throughout the hours, but he had yet to let up. 

It had gotten to the point where Regulus – the first visitor, alongside Remus, as the wee babe’s godparents – had begun murmuring questions to his boyfriend about James’ fitness to raise his nephew. These concerns magically evaporated when Remus consolingly patted his hip and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Remus’ height effectively hid the glossy look in his own eyes as he watched James holding the infant you all already loved.

As for yourself, you were much too exhausted and dehydrated to cry any more. The hospital bed in St. Mungos’ maternity ward was thankfully incredibly comfortable, and your partners had spared no expense on the birth preparation kit, so you were perfectly barricaded by pillows and heated blankets. Your favourite pillow, though, was Sirius, who had remained firmly pressed against your side since James picked up your baby for some skin to skin contact.

You let out another content, albeit slightly pained, sigh and leaned further into him. Neither of you were displeased with your husband walking shirtless about your hospital room, far from it. There was something about James’ large frame – one that strangers surely find intimidating before they see the blinding flash of his grin – holding your little bundle so delicately, reverently even, that made you feel whole. Picturesque in a way that almost felt out of place after everything, and yet so thankfully right.

While James was responsible for the waterworks, you were still choked up yourself. Judging by Sirius’ arms clutching you like you were his favourite prize, you reckoned the feeling was mutual; as it so often is. 

“Mm, more painkillers, gorgeous?” Sirius hummed into the crown of your head as he stamped a sweet kiss there. He had been even more doting than usual from the second Padfoot had picked up on your incoming labour while you and James were none the wiser, showering you in motivations and declarations of love. Attuned to your needs.

You shook your head slightly. “Not yet, but don’t close the tab on me either.”

“We wouldn’t have let him, love,” Remus said, voice low and laced with humour. Regulus looked up at him at the sound of his voice, as if he could hear the tears in it, though his face was significantly less judgmental when it was Remus feeling emotional.

“‘Preciate it Moons, but there’s no need to get protective. I’ve got her, right baby?” That last part, Sirius all but whispered into your ear before holding you closer.

Any other day, the back and forth banter with the people you considered family would have your full attention. However, this was not any other day, and a smile lingered on your face as you hummed in agreement, but your eyes remained trained on James.

As you watched him, he turned around and caught your gaze. He paced the room with careful steps as he held your baby against his chest, your child practically hidden from view beneath his much larger hands. 

James’ eyes were soft like never before when your eyes met, his smile stretching further than you thought possible. The tears that rested on his upper lip spilled down onto his teeth, which surely tasted the salt.

You could feel Sirius turn against you, face watching yours, and he let out a quiet happy noise. You felt immeasurably loved.

“Where is the little Prongslet?”

Marlene’s voice carried into the room mere seconds before she emerged through the cracked opening of the door, so everyone caught her entrance. Her blonde-pink curls were shoved up into a tiny bun and her back was slightly crooked as she entered, as if walking on eggshells. It was clear she had rushed home in the early hours to get here.

“Marlene!” you whisper-yelled in greeting. It fatigued you further, but you had Sirius to lean against and it was worth it to see your best friend smile like she did. Marlene immediately beelined for you to pet your hair.

Behind her, Mary trailed with the most vibrant bouquet of flowers from her little shop, your baby’s birth flower the centrepiece. “Hi there, parents,” she greeted excitedly.

Regulus was an angel and accepted the flowers from Mary, kissing her cheek as he did so. You caught sight of Remus watching his boyfriend put the flowers in water with heart-eyes.

“Did you eat Baby Prongslet already?” Marlene asked, looking around. “Was he that cute?”

Remus was the one to put her out of her misery by pointing to James in the corner of the room and the little bundle he cradled.

It was clear Mary had lectured her girlfriend about volume before they arrived, because Marlene’s excited “oooh!” started out high-pitched and quickly turned into a whisper. She hurried towards James right away, who was meeting her halfway, turning his body so she could see her little nephew’s face.

“Prongslet?” Sirius asked through a laugh. “You and I are chopped liver then, dollface, just so you know. He’s James’ only.”

His pout was theatrical and petty, but it achieved its purpose of making you laugh properly – only to instantly whine over the pain it sprouted in your pelvic floor. “That is not what she means, baby,” you placated.

“No, it is.” Marlene’s comment came from across the room as she quickly washed her hands in the in-unit sink, so that she could touch the baby safely. She winked at you to show no harm, but it didn’t stop Sirius’ gasp.

“Prongslet,” James murmured as he looked down at his son reverently. “Is that what you are, baby? My little Prongslet?”

You heard Regulus murmur “Absolutely not,” under his breath, followed by an oomph that indicated a certain lycanthrope’s cane had met his ankle.

You could feel Sirius’ shoulders sag, and you looked up to catch the lovestruck look on his face as he watched James already ace being a father. You puckered your lips and made a kissing noise at him, so that he would give you a kiss and then another.

“Jamie, Marls, would you not hide my son from me?” You called when you finished doting on Sirius, an idea already cooking in your mind.

“Missing him already?” Mary asked from your bedside, having politely waited her turn to meet the baby. You turned your head sideways to smile at her, to which she reached out and stroked your cheek.

James walked up to you with your baby still against his chest, sitting gingerly down on your bedside, facing you. His warm brown eyes lingered on yours as he sniffled. 

You almost didn’t have the heart to take your baby from James’ loving arms, but Mary was right – you did miss your son. 

“Scoot over,” you murmured to Sirius, so that there would be space for James to join you properly, and gestured for him to do so. Once he did, you carefully scooped your child from him, holding him sideways against your chest. Even after relinquishing him, James leaned down to kiss his forehead repeatedly.

You saw that your baby had fallen asleep in James’ arms, lulled by his father’s sweet love. He was starting to wake up now, eyes blinking, bleary and confused, but so wide and beautiful.

You could swear he had Sirius’ eyes.

“Hi baby. Hi, little Paddy,” you whispered to him.

This time you didn’t need to feel it – you could hear Sirius’ head whip around you look at you. Marlene cackled to your left, as quietly as she could, while Mary giggled to your right.

“Paddy as in Padfoot?” Sirius asked. His bottom lip fully jutted out in a pout as you looked sideways to meet his eyes, this time in happiness.

“Or as in St. Patrick?” Regulus mused. You rolled your eyes, but were unable to fight back your tired smile.

“He obviously has to take after both his fathers. Prongs and Padfoot made little Prongslet Paddy.”

Sirius positively lit up and leaned in to kiss you, hand coming up to cradle yours over your baby’s back as he did so.

He pulled back and moved over to kiss James with the same passion – only to find him crying even harder once more. Your smile turned into a giggle as you watched James thick eyebrows scrunch up beautifully, warm-toned skin crinkling in an unfairly beautiful manner as he shook his head, tears falling. He looked so vulnerable without his glasses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sobbed. “You’re both so beautiful.”

James’ arms reached out over you to hold tightly onto Sirius and bring the three of you into the closest to a hug you could get while still on the hospital bed. Sirius snorted, but it sounded suspiciously wet. You leaned sideways against James and bowed your head down to press your lips to your baby’s head. You breathed him in and found out what home smells like.

At the sound of a shutter, you opened an eye to spot Remus’ tawny hair poking out above his camera, which was pointed at you and your lovers. When he lowered the camera, he winked at you, before going to show Regulus the photos.

“Little Paddy Prongslet,” you whispered. Your partners eased out of the hug, but not before Sirius had stolen that kiss he wanted from James.

“Is that going to be his… official name?” Regulus asked in a carefully neutral voice. You turned your head towards him just in time to see him wipe his cheek with the back of his thumb.

It almost felt like you had caught him in the act, but you deigned not to comment on it.

“No, of course not,” you laughed. James made a sound as if he disagreed. “We haven’t decided on a name yet.”

“How do you find a name for your whole world?” Sirius' question was a whisper, his eyes trained intently on your baby, who was meeting his gaze in quiet amazement. Sirius looked deep in thought. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be a good parent yet.”

Regulus walked closer, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You will be. I know it.”

You swallowed harshly at the implication, and you could tell Sirius was on the edge of joining James in another round of tears.

Marlene saved you all. “I, for one, think that if he should be named after anyone in any way, it should be after you, babe,” she said, looking at you. “You’re the bloody hero of the hour. Never let these boys give you hell again.”

You began to laugh, but it was cut off as James – carefully, keeping your baby in mind – hugged you closer to his side.

“Finally, something we can all agree on,” he declared. “Our hero. My love.”

“Hey, and mine,” Sirius added, kissing your cheek. He was full of kisses today.

While you thought there might be a whole lot more to agree on, as you looked around the room at your four close friends and your two partners on either side of you, you allowed yourself to be showered in some love.

And as you looked down on the new love of your life, you knew that no matter what you named your baby, it would be shown the same love you were tenfold.

[grandwretch]

im literally so obsessed w/ sonetto btw like something about her being the perfect child soldier and being so excited to be a martyr but then when she gets older she starts to yearn for the outside world and softness and humanity and rebellion because she can't be a perfect robot forever but then when she's reunited w/ vertin, vertin needs her to be a perfect soldier, and vertin is so sad, and none of that excitement is in her anymore like aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh sonetto just wants to be free and her one chance of freedom is slowly dying in front of her. watch me fucking lose my SHIT

[my-castles-crumbling]

I like him

for shower thoughts anon :D - jegulus, marylily, drarry -word count: 661

"It's got to be Ginny," James said, sitting back onto the sofa next to Regulus and sipping at his glass of wine. "I mean...c'mon. He's been looking at her for a while! She's pretty, funny, a damn good Quidditch player..."

"And a redhead," Lily chimed in from the loveseat, winking at her ex-husband.

"And a redhead," James acknowledged, inclining his head with a chuckle. "I'd bet money on her being his girlfriend."

"Sure, she's pretty," Regulus, who was sitting next to James, drawled, "but she used to pine after him! Harry's going to walk in here with Hermione, just you wait. She's pretty as well, and she's smart, and they've been friends for ages."

"Ginny's smart!" James retorted, sounding offended, like Regulus had said something about James's own intelligence.

"Sure, but Hermione's grades are top tier," Regulus shrugged. "Nobody can beat them."

"Hermione's in love with Ron, I guarantee it," Lily said confidently, sipping at her own drink. "Hermione and Harry get on too well. There's no tension there."

"Poor Hermione. Why do the smart ones always fall for the emotionally stunted?" Regulus mumbled, smirking when James shouted 'Oi!'

But after scoffing at his husband, James sighed and addressed the room at large. "Alright. Let's say it's not Ginny or Hermione. Who, then? Cho? Luna?"

Finally, Mary, who was sitting next to Lily, gave a little giggle.

"You have an idea, love?" Lily asked curiously, turning to her wife.

Mary grinned. "No, it's none of my business," she said airily.

"You've known Harry since he was a baby," Regulus replied, rolling his eyes. "Just because you've only officially become his stepmother recently-"

"Ugh, 'stepmother' sounds awful...like I'm going to lock him in a tower..." Mary grimaced.

"Whatever. What're you thinking?" James asked eagerly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mary said, eyes on Regulus, who gave her an annoyed head shake. "I'd bet my life he walks in with Draco Malfoy."

James and Regulus's sitting room was silent for a long time.

"Nah, that's-"

"There's no fucking way-"

But Regulus was the one who said thoughtfully, "No...she has a point."

James stared at his husband like he had three heads. "Love...Harry hates Draco, you know this! You...you both make fun of Lucius Malfoy together!"

"Yes, it's great bonding," Regulus agreed slowly. "And I'd sooner die than say anything nice about my cousin or her husband. Why do you think I haven't so much as sent them a letter in almost twenty years? But...well, you and Harry are very similar, James."

"Meaning what?" James asked incredulously.

Lily let out a little laugh of understanding. "Meaning he could also fall for the grumpy, pretentious Slytherin with a shit upbringing and a horrible outlook on life and somehow realize that said Slytherin isn't as shit as his family is."

Regulus frowned. "Grumpy?"

James, however, gave Lily an affronted look. "Are you saying that our son inherited my...what? Attraction to Slytherins?"

"Maybe your attraction to people who insult you, too," Mary mumbled from next to Lily, and everyone laughed except James.

"But I-" James began to argue his case, but before he could, there was a crack! outside, and loud voices could be heard.

"...was going to tell them! I just didn't know how!"

"You can't just surprise your family with this, Potter! They may be 'nice people' but they're still capable of going into heart failure!"

"Listen, Malfoy, it's going to be fine. They don't care who I date, as long as I'm-"

"-Happy, yes, well trust me, I'm not going to be making you happy for a long time if this goes poorly because you didn't give them the decency of a warning!"

"Listen, you need to talk quieter, alright? They can probably hear, and..."

And the voices trailed off into whispers, all four adults looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Well....I like him," Mary said, breaking into a grin. "But I'm just the stepmother, so..."

Everyone else groaned and moved towards the dining room.

[agreeewrites]

Seducing A Scrooge | Jegulus

“Oh, my sweet girl. What has that madman done to you now?” Regulus cooed, crossing the room to you.

feat. poly!jegulus x reader

SUMMARY: Regulus is having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year, so you and James devise a plot to spread some holiday cheer.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut with zero plot, established relationship, being tied up with Christmas decorations, group sex, praise kink, mix of sweetness and rough-ish stuff, lots of spit swapping, switch!reg and softdom!james

divider by @issysh3ll

“Jamie, this might be overkill,” you mumbled through the ribbon between your teeth.

“Nonsense.” He stuck a present bow to the top of your head. “Unless your uncomfortable,” he amended, wiggling his fingers between the tinsel and your skin to ensure it wasn't wrapped to tightly around you.

You shook your head, your thighs clenching together when he adjusted your position by lifting you by your festive bondage.

“Ah, just impatient?” James teased, setting you a bit more upright against the headboard. He skimmed his cool fingers over his work, the tinsel and lights wrapped around your body in complicated twists and knots, digging into your soft flesh and leaving a dusting of glitter over your skin. “We'll unwrap you soon enough, love,” he hummed, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

“How much longer will he be?” You whined, not in a hurry to be released, but already desperate for your lovers to touch you. James’ slow, deliberate ministrations while tying you up had set your body on fire, which he refused to quell before Regulus could play with you himself.

“Not much longer. Do you need anything while we wait?” He kissed down your neck, illuminated pink by the LED’s, featherlight and teasing. The tight ball of arousal in your stomach tightened further, your clit damn near aching clenched between your thighs.

You let out a soft whimper when he grazed his teeth over your pulse point. “An orgasm?” You ventured, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Sorry, darling. Watching you squirm is far too enjoyable to cut short.” He gave you one last peck on the cheek before rolling off the bed. He waved his wand to light the fireplace and start up some soft Christmas instrumentals on your muggle record player.

If Regulus heard “Jingle Bells” immediately upon entering the cabin, he'd turn straight around.

Your boyfriend, who was tempermental on a good day, seemed to have descended into full Scrooge this holiday season.

You and James had tried everything to infect him with the holiday spirit, from decorating your shared flat floor to ceiling in the gorgeous, vintage-holiday style he preferred, to going on romantic walks to see the lights, all bundled up in heavy coats and scarves. You'd even planned an elaborate date night to see the Nutcracker ballet, with coordinated outfits and a fancy dinner, but he was clearly only indulging your efforts, not actually enjoying the festivities himself.

So, you and James concocted a last ditch effort to raise his spirits, festive or otherwise. And now here you were, done up like a slutty Christmas tree.

Both of your ears perked at the sound of a bell chiming, enchanted to ring whenever one of the three of you arrived home.

James gave you a salacious grin. “Stay here,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before darting out to meet Regulus at the front door.

“Like I have a choice,” you grumbled yourself, shifting slightly and feeling the slick collecting between your legs.

“Welcome home, love,” James said, his voice warm and gentle, and you heard Regulus murmur something in response. Your muscles bunched with tension, and you bit down on the ribbon to stifle any sounds you might make.

“I should have known better than trying to go to the fucking shops two weeks before Christmas,” he grumbled, dropping his things on the dining room table. “Absolute insanity.”

“I can imagine,” James chuckled, and you could hear his arms wrap around Regulus, his coat crinkling against the taller boys chest. “Glad you're home,” James said softly, and your heart swelled.

After a few moments of quiet, you heard Regulus speak again. “Where's y/n? I bought her something.”

You sucked in a breath.

“A Christmas present?” James teased, and Regulus scoffed.

“No, just a regular present.” He rummaged through some bags, and withdrew something that sounded like clothing.

James gave a low whistle, and heat scorched your skin. “Oh, Reg. She'll love that,” he gushed.

“I thought so. Where is she? Over at Remus'?”

“Bedroom,” James replied, casual as could be.

The next second, James was opening the bedroom door and Regulus strode in, a gorgeous, red velvet dress in his hands. He froze when his eyes finally landed on you, widening a fraction before his beautiful face split into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, my sweet girl. What has that madman done to you now?” He cooed, laying the dress on the chair before crossing the room to you.

“It was her idea,” James chuckled, leaning against the doorway.

“Not entirely!” You mumbled around the ribbon, and Regulus’ smile widened.

Regulus’ fingers traced the tinsel over your thighs, over your soaked apex, and up to catch your chin, tilting your face towards him. “This true, darling? Did you two conspire against me?”

Your eyes widened, fixed on his dilating pupils, blackness overtaking the soft green irises. There was something about Regulus that never failed to make your brain shut off, and you found yourself struggling to formulate a response.

“Well, what a lovely little pair of trickster elves you are.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, more a caress than a kiss, leaving your skin tingling in his wake. “And what a pretty Christmas decoration you make.” Regulus pulled back, admiring James’ work, and the way your curves strained against it.

“She was so good while I tied her up. Barely moved a muscle,” James praised, easing himself onto the bed beside you and running hand over your thigh, the muscles jumping at his delicate touch.

Your pussy was practically thrumming with anticipation, their words only amplifying your needy state.

“That so?” Regulus removed his shoes and coat, revealing the tight, black turtleneck and expensive jeans underneath.

You nodded, trying hard not to squirm as James started kneading your flesh with his big hands, slowly inching closer to your center.

“Although,” James hummed, his hand pausing. You held back a strangled whine, your hips flinching closer to his fingers. “She did start to get a little impatient towards the end. Even asked me to get her off before you got home.”

You glared daggers at James, earning a sly smirk.

Regulus tsked. “Jamie, be a dear and hold her still for me.”

Without another word, James stripped his clothing, revealing his tanned, muscular torso and matching cock, already at attention, before climbing into bed. He arranged you both so he was sitting behind you, your head leaned against his chest. His hands settled on your hips, squeezing gently in reassurance as Regulus approached.

“Did James tying you up make you that desperate?” He asked, and you nodded, your heart racing. “You like being at our mercy? Ours to treat however we please?” He dragged the tips of his fingers over your skin, making you shiver against James and forget your words.

“Yes or no, lovey,” James encouraged, his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Undo her legs,” Regulus ordered.

Excitement washed through you, and James was quick to literally tear the tinsel off of you, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed while Regulus carefully unwound the lights. Then James tucked his hands under your knees, pulling your legs apart and back towards him, exposing your sodden cunt to the warm air of the room, and the sticky mess you made along your inner thighs.

The stretch felt exquisite after an hour of being locked in place, and a soft moan spilled from your lips.

“Seems our little love really likes to be tied up,” Regulus mused, kneeling on the edge of the bed and shirking his sweater. “Drooling all over my expensive duvet,” he chastised, though his words dripped with approval.

“To be fair, I didn't make it easy on her,” James said, pressing affectionate kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“I'm sure you didn't. You're as insatiable as she is.”

James chuckled, the rumble making your tits bounce, and Regulus’ eyes darkened further. James caught his expression and dragged his hands up your body, cupping your tits, framed by a harness of lights, in his long fingers.

“So fucking pretty,” he hummed, grazing his thumbs over the hardened peaks, making your back bow as pleasure zapped through you.

“Like a piece of art,” Regulus added, lowering his face between your legs, his black curls tickling your thighs.

You fought against the ribbon in your mouth, attempting to dislodge it. James hooked a finger into the knot and unraveled it, freeing you instantly.

“Please, Reggie, please, please touch me,” you whined, knowing how much he loved to hear you beg.

“What do you think, Jamie?” Regulus asked, dragging the tip of his nose along your sensitive skin, breathing you in.

“I think she might combust if you don't,” James snickered, pinching and rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. You arched off of him, cursing under your breath as your pussy throbbed.

“Well, we can't have that,” Regulus hummed, his breath ghosting over your slick lips before his tongue laved through you, turning your thoughts to static.

He licked up and down your pussy, skirting around your clit in a wide arc. You melted onto James' embrace, his fingers plucking at your nipples while he mouthed at your throat, sucking marks across your skin.

“Reggie,” you whined, your fingers itching to thread through his hair, to reach back and hold James, but unable to do anything it grip the tinsel that binds them.

You felt Regulus smile against you, and he finally sealed his lips to your clit, nursing softly. You nearly come undone then and there, lifting off James with a cry as sparks flash behind your eyelids.

“So sensitive,” James said, snaking one of his arms around your waist to hold you in place. “He makin’ you feel good, lovey?”

“So f-fucking good,” you moaned, throwing your head back against James shoulder.

“You taste delicious, amour,” Regulus hummed, lapping at the pool of moisture collecting at your entrance. “Sweet as honey.” Regulus sat up briefly, catching James’ chin and kissing him, licking into his mouth. You watched their tongues dance, spit and your slick mixing in their sloppy exchange, James cock pulsing with excitement against your lower back.

Regulus pulled away after a few moments, a string of spit connecting their lips before he lowered himself back between your legs.

“C'mere.” James grabbed your jaw and angled your head towards him, capturing your lips in a simmering, languid kiss, the taste of you and Regulus lingering on his tongue. His licked at your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth to nibble on the tender flesh.

You moaned into his mouth, Regulus’ tongue doing something that made your brain short circuit, pushing you that much closer to your peak.

Regulus made a low hum in his throat. James broke the kiss to look down at him between your legs, his lips swollen and shiny with spit, eyes blown wide with affection.

“Gonna come for him, sweet thing? Shit—you’re trembling, love. Doing so good, Reggie.” James carded his fingers through Regulus' hair, and he leaned into his touch, practically purring with contentment against your sex.

It was so tender, so indulgent, you felt like you were glowing brighter than the Christmas lights, the most delicious heat spilling through you.

Regulus increased his tempo, so eager to make you come on his tongue while James held you together, soothing and loving on you both through the rising tide.

“Oh, god…f-fuck, m’gonna come. Yes, yes, yes!” You cried out as your orgasm rocked through you, electric pleasure frying your fragile nerves, making you twitch and convulse in James’ arms.

“Atta girl. Worth the wait, hm?" James praised, holding you tightly as your body shuddered through it, Regulus lapping up every drop he’d wrung from you, prolonging your release.

“Beautiful, amour,” Regulus purred when you finally settled, peppering kisses up your stomach to kiss you, his face damp from your release, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. He turned to kiss James, who dragged his tongue up Regulus' cheek to taste you.

“Switch with me,” James murmured to Regulus, sliding out from under you.

You trembled as you sat up, your body still recovering from that slow burn release, your muscles fatigued from the bondage. Regulus slipped behind you, quickly undoing the tinsel that held your arms so you could move a little more freely.

You moaned in relief as you sagged against him, stretching your arms overhead. He took one of your hands, massaging each finger gently before kissing your knuckles.

You nearly forgot about James, so fixated on Regulus’ attentive touch, until James lifted your hips, shifting you higher onto Regulus’ chest.

“Jamie, what are you—oh fuck,” Regulus loosed a strangled moan, and you felt his half-hard cock slap against your sensitive cunt, suddenly freed from his pants.

James shimmied Regulus’ jeans down his legs, tossing them aside before settling back between your thighs. Gingerly, you removed James’ glasses and set them on the end table before smoothing his curls out of his eyes.

Regulus wrapped his arms around you, one holding your hip, the other cradling your throat. Not applying pressure, just feeling your pulse, your breath, under his fingers. He kissed along your cheek, licking at the shell of your ear.

“You know how much you mean to me?” He murmured, skimming your jaw with his thumb so you looked at him.

“Enough that you'll tolerate our festive shenanigans?” You grinned, pecking his cheek.

“Even more than that,” he hummed, pressing a loose, light as air kiss to your lips. Suddenly, his hips jerked, his teeth nearly knocking into yours. “Fucking hell, Potter—” James’ name fractured into a low groan, and you felt James nose brush your sex as he took Regulus into his mouth.

“Oh-oh,” you moaned when James lifted off Regulus to lick up your slit, his tongue dragging between the two of you. He pressed Regulus’ shaft against your slit, rocking between your slick folds as he began thrusting against James’ mouth, the combined friction making your eyes cross.

“Merlin, so f-fucking good, babe. So wet and warm,” Regulus moaned into the side of your neck, his lips latching onto your skin and sucking.

You weren't sure who he was talking to, but both you and James preened at the approval, James emboldened in his efforts to feast on you both simultaneously.

If anyone could pull off such a sexual feat, it was James Fleamont Potter.

You tightened your grip on James’ hair and reached your other hand up to hold Regulus, sliding your fingers into the damp curls at his nape. The contact kept you grounded while James worked to send your body to the moon.

“I wish you two could see this,” James said after coming up for air, breathless and starry-eyed. “So fuckin’ hot seeing you both dripping.”

Regulus made a whimpering sound in his throat, his hips canting up with a little more insistence.

“Jamie, want him inside me,” you begged, rocking your hips in time with Regulus’ movements.

“Fuck, please, amour,” Regulus' added, and James gave a smug grin, his plan having come to perfect fruition.

It never failed to amaze you how quickly the always-cool Regulus Black would fall apart under your or James' touch. How quickly you could work his Royal Highness into brainless, desperate putty.

Not that you were in any position to talk, James was the only one of you who could keep a level head during sex. Which was why he often was the one to take the lead once you got into it.

You watched James grip Regulus’ cock, stroking him a few times. “Lift your hips, lovey,” he said, and Regulus lifted you for him, gripping your hips . James lined the two of you up, and with a nod, Regulus speared you slowly onto his length.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, his cockhead grazing every delicious inch of your channel before bumping against your cervix, the feeling of fullness wonderfully intense.

Regulus moaned, a string of mumbled french spilling from his lips as your pussy sucked him deeper, soft and pulsing around his rigidity.

“Such a good girl,” James praised, practically drooling from his front row seat. “Taking him so well.” He leaned forward, licking a stripe from Regulus' base to your clit, and you both cried out as a new height of pleasure crescendoed, clinging to one another. You felt Regulus’ cock throb inside of you, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.

“James—” Regulus hissed through his teeth when James did it again, torturing you both.

“Fine, fine. Can you blame me? Prettiest sight I've ever fucking seen,” he said, sitting up and holding his arms out to you. “Come here, darling. Let me help you.”

Regulus eased you up onto your knees and you wrapped your arms around James, his strong arms embracing your waist as you buried your face into his neck. He smelled of sex and his spruce body wash, so very James, and you melted onto his arms, knowing he could bear your weight with ease.

You felt James nod his head, hold tightening, and Regulus snapped his hips upwards, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Oh fuck!” You cried as Regulus pounded up into you, his cock ruthlessly filling you over and over again while James kept you steady. All the sweetness cast aside in desperation.

“Good girl, that's it. Just hold onto me and take it,” James purred, reaching one of his hands down to grope your ass, delivering a stinging slap to the jiggling fat.

“Feel so fucking good,” Regulus growled, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. “Petite putain d'allumeuse.”

“Jamie,” you whined, struggling to vocalize the thoughts spilling from your mind while Regulus used your cunt like his personal fleshlight.

“What, lovey?” He cooed, smoothing your hair from your face.

Your mouth hung open, beautifully pink and wet. Begging to be filled.

He grazed his thumb over your lip. “You want something to suck, precious?” He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you eagerly sucked it, eyes fluttering closed. “Ah, thought so.” He stared adoringly down at you, letting you nurse for a moment before removing his hand.

“Lean forward, love,” Regulus directed, his voice rough with exertion, and James stepped off the bed, letting you fall forward off of Regulus' cock. A low growl rumbled through Regulus' as he sat up behind you, his hands gripping your ass and spreading your cheeks. “Seven fucking saints, you're gorgeous.” He dragged his tongue through your sloppy cunt before straightening, lining up his cock once more before filling you back up, hitting a new, toe-curling angle deep inside of you.

“Mmph, Reggie,” you moaned, rocking back against his hips. “So b-big.”

Regulus grabbed the remaining restraints around your torso, forcing you up onto your hands, head forward where you were greeted by James’ pretty cock, flushed pink and dripping pearls. “Open, amour,” he ordered, but your jaw was already dropping, tongue out as you looked up at James through your lashes.

James spit on your tongue, slapping his cock head against it before easing himself into the wet warmth of your mouth. “Fuuuuuuck, love,” he groaned, head falling back on his shoulders as you started to suck him, Regulus’ thrusts forcing you further down James’ shaft. Regulus was manhandling you like a puppet, using the harness of tinsel to slide you up and down his cock.

You head completely emptied then, your body taking over as they fucked you from both ends, dominating every inch of you: mind, body, and soul. The pleasure was overwhelming, winding through every inch of you until it felt like you were cracking apart, your soul spilling out for them to take.

You heard them kissing above you, moaning and growling into each other's mouths like dueling animals, pummeling you between them.

You reached a hand between your legs, your clit begging for stimulation, and you began to rub tight circles over it, moaning around James’ length as your orgasm barreled closer.

“Close, hm?” Regulus purred in your ear, his front pressing against your back, and you nodded around James’ cock, gagging on a particularly deep thrust.

“Merlin, me too,” James groaned, fisting your hair as he fucked your face, sweat gleaming on his muscular chest, his dark hair a wild mess. “Gonna come down that hot little throat—fuck!”

A jet of cum blasted against your tonsils, his cock bucking against your tongue as his orgasm washed over him, his handsome face screwed up in ecstasy.

You greedily swallowed it all, sucking him until he was trembling and crying out, his body going limp as you overstimulated him.

“Your turn,” Regulus growled, speeding up his thrusts until you collapsed onto the bed, a screaming, shaking mess as he forced an orgasm out of you, the brutality of it knocking your soul from your body, splitting your mind in half as the room fell away and you ascended.

Distantly, you felt Regulus come too, his cry broken and loud enough to vibrate your ears as he fucked his spend into your quivering channel.

He collapsed onto you, breathing raged and skin sweaty. Slowly, your brain pieced itself back together, your muscles turned to goo, your skin tingling and sensitive as James rubbed small, soothing circles over your back.

“So good, lovey. You did so well,” you heard James murmur, pressing kisses to your and Regulus’ faces while he undid the last of your bondage.

Regulus curled around you, burying his face into you back of your neck. “I take it all back, I fucking love Christmas,” he mumbled, reaching out to tug James into the cuddle.

“I knew it,” James grinned, pulling your head onto his chest and wrapping an arm around you both, your legs tangled together. He twined his fingers with Regulus’ hand on your hip, guiding them to rest over his thundering heart.

“I think you just love pussy,” you teased, lazily grinding your ass against Regulus.

“That too,” he huffed a laugh, nipping at your earlobe.

“Well, I love you both,” James pressed a kiss to your forehead and brought Regulus’ knuckles to his lips.

“Love you,” you hummed, kissing James’ chest.

“Je t'aime,” Regulus shifted up to kiss James before dropping a kiss to your temple. “And thank you for showing me the true meaning of Christmas.”

“Pussy?” James asked.

“Pussy,” Regulus affirmed, and you snorted a laugh.

Thanks for reading!

[haunting-hufflepuffs-basement]

You know, I'm discovering that half the appeal of jegulus for me is that it forces rosekiller and james to interact in a non-antagonistic way. And that dynamic is soooo fun. I need more. Like. Just some highlights for ya'll:

Evan: Great. You don't want Regulus to die. We don't want Regulus to die. Now we just have to make sure REGULUS doesn't want Regulus to die.

James: Fantastic, but have you met Regulus?

Barty, kicking down James door: POTTER!

James: What the HELL are you doing in here? Scratch that HOW the hell did you get in here?

Barty: Regulus told me, now WHERE ARE YOU GETTING YOUR BOOZE?

Regulus: James. You know how you said you'd do anything for me? Well. . .how much did you mean that?

James: With my whole heart. Anything. What do you need?

Regulus: Evan?

Evan: We need you to find Barty. He went into one of his fits of exam-stress-induced madness and he's been missing for three days.

James, suspicious that Reg blabbed about the map: Okay, why do you think I'd know where he is?

Evan: Because when you and Regulus were in your painful pining phase you were somehow able to avoid us AND stalk him everywhere. I don't know how you know where everyone is all the time, I just know you're doing it somehow. If you can't find him, I'll have to assume he finally made good on his threat to fling himself into the lake.

James: Is? Is this a recurring problem for you?

Evan: OH, and you've NEVER lost track of YOUR boyfriend OR your best friend because they were spiralling and have a complex from their shitty upbringing?

James: . . . Point taken. Give me 5 minutes.

Evan: *grabs James in the hallway and slams him against a wall*

Barty: Alright Potter, start talking!

James: Dammit you two! You know you can just ASK Regulus how it went after we go on a date, right? He'd probably be thrilled to tell you! Don't you two keep complaining about how much he won't shut up about me?

Evan: EXACTLY. If we encourage him, then we'll REALLY never hear the end of it. Now, did you do the thing we told you about?

James: the praise thing? Yeah, he reacted really well. Which you'd know if you ASKED REGULUS!

Barty: See, what did I tell you? He loves it! See you same time next week Potter!

James, yelling after them as they leave: I STILL WANNA KNOW HOW YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT BY THE WAY!

Evan: NO YOU DON'T!

Idk, I'm a sucker for not quite friends James and Rosekiller. I need more.

[evermoreness]

secrets | regulus black - barty crouch jr.

pairing: regulus black x barty crouch jr. x reader

summary: you are working undercover for the order of the phoenix but things take a turn when your boyfriends, proud death eaters, discover how much danger you're in.

obs: this is a continuation, please read part one before this.

warnings: angsty, sad, torture, blood, mentions of death, swearing.

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Regulus looked at Barty.

Barty looked at Regulus.

Neither of them said a word, but they didn’t need to.

They had spent enough time together, fought side by side enough times to understand each other with just a glance. The flicker of determination in Regulus’ silver eyes, the way Barty’s fingers twitched against the restraints—this was it. Their only chance.

Regulus inhaled sharply, tilting his head toward Bellatrix. "Fine," he said, voice hoarse. "I’ll talk."

The room went silent.

Bellatrix turned to him, intrigued. "Oh?" She crouched back down, gripping his chin roughly. "And here I thought you’d rather die than betray her."

Regulus forced himself to look at you. Your wide, panicked eyes burned into his soul, but he didn’t waver. "There’s no point in all of us dying, is there?" His voice was empty, indifferent. "She’s already broken."

Your breath hitched.

Bellatrix’s lips curled. "Oh, cousin. I always knew you’d come to your senses." She turned to the Death Eaters restraining him. "Let him go."

They hesitated.

"You heard me," Bellatrix snapped, rising to her full height. "Let. Him. Go."

The moment they released him, Regulus staggered slightly, shaking out his sore wrists. Bellatrix smirked, waiting. "Well?" she purred. "Speak."

Regulus glanced at Barty one last time.

Now.

Barty moved.

In one fluid motion, he yanked himself free from the distracted Death Eaters, twisting his body violently. Before they could react, he lunged at Bellatrix, knocking her down with a brutal force.

The impact was harsh, the sound of her body slamming against the cold floor echoing through the room.

"Barty!" you gasped, but he wasn’t listening.

He was moving on pure, unfiltered rage.

Bellatrix tried to curse him, but Barty was faster. His fists crashed into her face with vicious strength—once, twice—until she was momentarily stunned.

And that was all he needed.

With a sharp, calculated move, he grabbed her wand.

The entire room froze.

Barty rose to his full height, standing over Bellatrix’s stunned form, her wand steady in his grip. Blood dripped from his mouth, but he was grinning, his wild eyes burning with something unhinged. "Now," he breathed, turning the wand toward the others, "let’s try this again."

The Death Eaters stiffened.

None of them moved.

Because they knew the truth.

They needed Barty alive.

"That’s right," Barty sneered, taking a slow step forward, the tip of Bellatrix’s wand crackling with barely restrained power. "You can’t fucking kill me, can you?" His smile widened, teeth flashing. "But I can kill you."

A flick of his wrist, and one of the Death Eaters was sent flying against the wall. Another twitch of his fingers, and another was slammed to the floor, gasping in pain.

"Expelliarmus!" Regulus snarled, and suddenly, a second wand went flying into his waiting hand.

Now they were both armed.

And the Death Eaters knew they had lost control.

Bellatrix groaned, struggling to sit up. "You little—"

Barty didn’t give her the chance to finish.

"Crucio."

Bellatrix screamed.

Barty didn’t stop.

"Barty!" Regulus shouted.

Barty’s breathing was ragged, his entire body trembling, but he finally—finally—let go. Bellatrix collapsed, gasping, twitching, her face contorted in agony.

Regulus didn’t waste another second.

He ran to you, cutting the restraints binding your wrists. "Are you okay?" he breathed, eyes scanning your face frantically.

You nodded weakly, but your body was still too heavy, too numb from everything that had happened.

Barty crouched beside you, his free hand gripping yours tightly. "We’re getting you out of here," he said, voice shaking with leftover fury.

Regulus stood, turning the wand toward the remaining Death Eaters. "Nobody moves."

"Let’s go," Barty muttered, slipping an arm under you, helping you stand.

Your legs almost gave out, but he held you firmly.

"Reg, get us out of here," Barty ordered.

Regulus nodded sharply, and then—

A loud crash from the hallway.

More Death Eaters were coming.

"Shit," Barty cursed.

Regulus took a step forward, jaw clenched. "Hold on to me."

Barty gripped your waist tighter, pressing you against his side.

Regulus flicked his wand.

And then, the world disappeared.

Darkness. Screams. The taste of blood in the air.

Regulus and Barty fought like madmen. There was no hesitation, no restraint—just pure, desperate survival. They had their wands back now, which evened the odds, but the Death Eaters kept coming.

Regulus shot a hex over his shoulder, sending one flying into the stone wall. Barty spun on his heel, stunning another before ducking a curse aimed straight at his head. He gritted his teeth. "How many more of these fuckers are there?"

"Too many," Regulus panted, adjusting his grip on your limp body. You had fainted somewhere between the torture and the escape, your body finally giving out from the pain and exhaustion. Regulus held you tightly, making sure not to jostle you as he fired another curse at the nearest masked figure.

Barty’s eyes flickered to you, jaw clenching. He had been keeping his fury in check ever since they found you, but it was burning inside him, white-hot. "We’re running out of time," he growled, stepping closer to Regulus. "They’ll have reinforcements soon."

"I know," Regulus said sharply. His mind was working, searching for an opening. He shifted you in his arms, adjusting your weight. "We need to Apparate. Now."

Barty scowled. "We can’t Apparate in here, you know that. Anti-Disapparition wards."

Regulus’s silver eyes were steely. "Then we fight our way out."

Barty exhaled through his nose. "Fine. But I’m carrying her now."

Regulus opened his mouth to argue, but Barty was already moving. He grabbed you carefully, pulling you against his chest. "I’ve got her. You cover us."

Regulus hesitated, then gave a sharp nod. "Stay close to me."

The next few minutes were chaos.

Regulus led the way, his wand moving in sharp, precise motions, deflecting curses and sending hexes that dropped Death Eaters left and right. Barty followed, keeping his grip tight on you, dodging spells as he moved.

The exit was in sight.

"Almost there!" Regulus called.

A bright green jet of light whizzed past Barty’s face, narrowly missing him. He snarled, twisting his body to shield you from any more stray spells. "Move faster!"

Regulus didn’t bother answering. He sent a powerful blast behind them, throwing back the last wave of Death Eaters just as they burst through the final set of doors.

The cold night air hit them like a slap.

"Now!" Regulus shouted.

Without hesitation, Barty clutched you tighter and grabbed Regulus’s arm. The moment his fingers curled around the fabric of his sleeve—

They Disapparated.

The world twisted and snapped back into place with a loud crack.

They stumbled into the familiar walls of the safe house, breathless and bloodied.

It was over.

For now.

Barty immediately sank to his knees, still clutching you. "Fuck," he breathed, lowering you carefully onto the floor. "She’s burning up."

Regulus knelt beside you, pushing the damp hair from your face. His hands were shaking. "She’s lost too much blood."

Barty swore under his breath. He pressed a hand against his ribs, grimacing when he felt the warm stickiness of his own blood seeping through his shirt. "You’re worse off," he muttered, giving Regulus a sharp look. "You’re barely standing."

"Doesn’t matter," Regulus snapped. He pulled out his wand, pointing it at your wounds. "We need to stop the bleeding."

Barty let out a shaky breath, rubbing a hand down his face. "They’ll come looking for us, you know."

Regulus didn’t look up. "I know."

Barty leaned back against the wall, staring at you. "She nearly died today." His voice was quieter now, rough with something that sounded dangerously close to fear. "We almost lost her."

Regulus’s hands trembled slightly as he continued healing you. "I know."

Silence.

Then, softly—

"We can’t let this happen again."

Regulus finally met Barty’s eyes.

And in that moment, they both understood.

It was just the beginning.

Regulus wasted no time, he pulled out his wand, flicking it toward the door.

"Protego Totalum. Muffliato. Salvio Hexia."

One after another, layers of protective spells sealed the house from outside threats. Only then did he allow himself to breathe, turning back to where Barty was kneeling beside you.

You still weren’t waking up.

Regulus felt something sharp twist in his chest. He had seen you bleeding, limp in their arms, but now, lying on the floor, too pale, too still— Fuck.

"She should have woken up by now," Barty muttered, voice strained. He was cradling your head, brushing hair from your face with hands that weren’t quite steady. "Why isn’t she waking up?"

Regulus dropped to his knees beside him, his own breathing uneven. "It could be from the pain, the exhaustion…" He swallowed, glancing at your closed eyes. "Or the curses. I don’t know what Bellatrix used on her."

Barty’s grip on you tightened. His knuckles were white. "That bitch."

Regulus didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his fingers to your wrist, checking your pulse. It was there—weak but steady. He let out a quiet breath. "She’s alive."

Barty let out a short, humorless laugh. "Yeah, fucking barely."

"Help me get her onto the bed."

Together, they lifted you carefully, as if you might shatter at any moment. Regulus adjusted the pillows while Barty laid you down, brushing a stray tear off your cheek before he stepped back.

Regulus pulled out his wand. "I’ll handle her wounds. You need to sit down before you collapse."

Barty scowled. "I’m fine."

"You’re bleeding all over the floor," Regulus shot back, not even looking up as he muttered a healing spell over your arm. "So sit down and let me fix her."

Barty clenched his jaw but obeyed, sinking onto the edge of the bed, watching you closely.

Regulus worked in silence. Cleaning the wounds, sealing cuts, muttering healing charms under his breath. Every so often, he’d pause, waiting, hoping you’d stir. But you didn’t.

It was only when he was satisfied that you were stable that he let out a shaky breath, leaning back on his heels. His head was pounding. His body ached. But you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

"You’re next," he said, looking at Barty.

Barty raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were dying of exhaustion."

Regulus exhaled sharply. "So are you. Shirt off. Now."

Barty smirked faintly. "You could’ve just asked nicely." But he obeyed, wincing as he peeled off his bloodstained shirt.

Regulus barely reacted. He simply examined the wounds, muttering more spells, pressing his palm against a deep gash on Barty’s ribs.

Barty hissed. "Merlin, you have no bedside manner."

"Shut up and let me heal you."

Barty sighed, tilting his head back. His body relaxed slightly as the pain dulled under Regulus’s spells. "Thanks," he murmured, voice quieter now.

Regulus gave a small nod. "Don’t make me do it again anytime soon."

Barty snorted, eyes flicking toward you. "No promises."

A pause. Then—

"Your turn."

Regulus frowned. "I’m fine."

Barty scoffed. "You’re bleeding."

Regulus opened his mouth, but Barty was already moving, grabbing his wand. "Sit down, Black. Don’t make me hex you."

Regulus sighed but didn’t fight it. He allowed Barty to take his arm, watching as he concentrated on healing the deep cut across his forearm.

Barty wasn’t as gentle as Regulus, but he was quick, efficient. They worked in silence, both too drained to say much more.

By the time Barty finished, Regulus barely had the strength to sit up. His vision blurred slightly at the edges, exhaustion crashing over him all at once.

Barty ran a hand through his hair, then glanced toward you again. "She’s going to be okay, right?"

Regulus hesitated before nodding. "She has to be."

Neither of them spoke after that. They were both too tired, too sore, too wrecked to do anything except stay close, watching over you in silence.

By your side.

Hours had passed, the room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. The air was thick with exhaustion, tension, and something else—something unspoken but deeply understood between the three of them.

Regulus sat on one side of the bed, head resting against the headboard, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His wand was still in his lap, fingers loosely curled around it, as if he expected another attack at any moment.

Barty was on the other side, sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed with his arms folded across it, his head resting on his forearm. His breathing was slow, deep—he was asleep, but lightly.

And then, finally—

A small, pained noise escaped your lips as consciousness crept in.

Regulus was instantly awake, straightening in his seat. Barty jolted, eyes flying open, immediately looking up.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, unfocused at first. Everything ached. Your body felt heavy, sore, like you’d been crushed under the weight of something enormous.

You groaned, blinking sluggishly, trying to make sense of where you were.

Regulus exhaled sharply. "You're awake." His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid that saying it aloud would somehow make it untrue.

Barty was already moving, pushing himself up onto his knees, cupping your face gently. His fingers brushed over your cheek, as if needing to feel you, to make sure you were real. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice hoarse.

You blinked at them, trying to process. "I—" Your throat was dry. Your body screamed in protest when you tried to sit up, and both boys immediately reached for you.

Regulus pressed a hand to your shoulder, easing you back down. "Don’t move too much. You’re still healing."

Barty’s hands hovered over you, as if he wanted to touch you more but was afraid he’d make it worse. "You scared the shit out of us." His voice was quieter than usual, but the frustration was still there. "Next time, don’t get yourself caught."

You let out a weak, breathy laugh. "Yeah, I’ll try my best."

Regulus rolled his eyes, but there was relief hidden behind it. "You were unconscious for hours. We weren’t sure—" He swallowed hard, looking away. "We weren’t sure if you were going to wake up."

Your chest tightened at that. You could see it now, in their faces—the exhaustion, the worry, the pain they’d been through just waiting for you to open your eyes.

Your heart clenched.

This was your fault.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. "I’m sorry."

Barty frowned. "What?"

"I’m sorry," you whispered again, looking between them. "You’re hurt. You were almost killed. And it’s because of me."

Regulus’s expression darkened instantly. "Don’t."

You shook your head. "No, you don’t understand—"

"I understand perfectly," Regulus interrupted, voice sharp. "And I’m telling you to stop."

Barty scowled. "Are you actually trying to take responsibility for the fact that Bellatrix Lestrange is a psychopath? Because that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

"But I dragged you into this—"

"You didn’t drag us anywhere," Regulus snapped. "We chose to be here."

"You were supposed to be safe—"

"We were never safe," Barty said flatly. "Not in this fucking war. Not before you. Not after you. And if you think for one second that we’d let you do this alone, then you’re even more of an idiot than I thought."

Your breath hitched, guilt and something deeper, something warmer twisting inside you.

Regulus let out a slow breath, his anger fading slightly. He reached for your hand, squeezing it. "We’re with you. No matter what."

Barty huffed, but he nodded. "Yeah. You’re stuck with us."

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears.

Regulus smirked slightly. "You’re not going to cry, are you?"

You laughed, even as a tear slipped down your cheek. "Shut up."

Barty rolled his eyes but reached up, brushing it away with his thumb. "Idiot," he murmured.

You squeezed both of their hands, the weight of everything settling over you—but for the first time in days, maybe even weeks, you felt safe.

The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that wrapped around the three of you, intimate and unspoken, filled with everything none of you were saying.

Regulus was still holding your hand, his thumb absently brushing over your knuckles. Barty, on the other hand, was staring at you, his sharp blue eyes tracing over every inch of your face, like he was memorizing the fact that you were still here.

You swallowed, the lump in your throat refusing to disappear. "I don’t deserve you two," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

Barty scoffed, his lips curling into something that was half a smirk, half a frown. "Damn right you don’t."

Regulus shot him a look, but you laughed softly, your ribs aching with the motion.

Barty’s expression softened immediately. "Careful," he muttered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You’re still hurting."

"You’re both hurt too," you pointed out. "But you’re sitting here, taking care of me."

Regulus smirked slightly. "We’d do it again."

Barty nodded, his usual cocky demeanor subdued. "Without question."

Your breath hitched, warmth spreading through your chest despite the pain.

Regulus leaned in slightly, his stormy gray eyes locked onto yours. "You scared the shit out of us," he admitted, his voice softer now, more vulnerable than he usually allowed himself to be. "I thought we were going to lose you."

You squeezed his hand tighter. "I thought I was going to lose you too."

Barty made an irritated noise. "Alright, that’s enough emotional bullshit." But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached for your other hand, his grip warm and grounding. "You’re here. We’re here. That’s what matters."

You smiled, exhaustion pulling at your features, but it was genuine. "Yeah. That’s what matters."

Regulus exhaled, running a hand through his messy dark hair before leaning down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. His lips were soft, his touch lingering as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go too soon.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the warmth of it, your body relaxing for the first time in days.

Barty made a noise in the back of his throat. "Oh, for fuck’s sake," he muttered before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your eyes snapped open, surprised, and Barty rolled his eyes. "What? You think I’d let Regulus be the only dramatic bastard in the room?"

Regulus smirked. "Jealous, Crouch?"

Barty scoffed. "Shut up, Black."

You chuckled weakly, squeezing both their hands. "I love you both, you know."

That caught them off guard.

Regulus blinked at you, his usual cool demeanor slipping for a second.

Barty’s mouth opened slightly before he quickly closed it, clearing his throat.

It wasn’t something the three of you ever really said out loud. It was always there, lingering in every glance, every reckless act of protection, every night spent together like this. But saying it aloud made it feel more real, more dangerous.

Regulus was the first to speak. His voice was steady, but his grip on your hand tightened. "We know."

Barty swallowed, his fingers brushing over your knuckles. "Yeah," he muttered, his voice quieter than usual. "We know."

They didn’t need to say it back. You could see it in the way Regulus looked at you, the way Barty refused to let go of your hand even though he’d rather die than admit he was being soft.

You smiled, closing your eyes again. "Good," you murmured. "Because it’s true."

Regulus let out a soft breath before leaning down again, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

Barty sighed dramatically but didn’t protest when he shifted closer, resting his head on the edge of the bed near your shoulder. "Get some sleep," he mumbled. "You look like shit."

You huffed a laugh. "Love you too, Barty."

Regulus chuckled quietly, his fingers brushing against your hair. "We’ll be here when you wake up."

The hours passed in a blur of exhaustion and pain, but the three of you stayed together. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the occasional rustling of fabric and the steady breathing of your boys beside you.

Regulus was the first to stir, pushing himself up with a wince. His gray eyes flickered toward you, still curled between them, and he frowned. You were still covered in dried blood, and not just yours.

"You need a bath," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.

Barty groaned beside you. "We all do," he muttered, blinking his blue eyes open. He grimaced as he shifted, pressing a hand to his side. "Fuck, everything hurts."

You let out a weak chuckle, but even that sent a jolt of pain through your ribs. "No shit."

Regulus sighed, running a hand through his tangled dark hair. "Alright. Come on."

You barely had the energy to move, let alone bathe, but you knew they were right. You could still feel the grime on your skin, the dried blood stiff on your clothes. Still, the idea of standing under warm water, washing it all away, felt… impossible. You felt too heavy, too drained.

Regulus must have noticed your hesitation because he placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle despite the fact that he was just as beaten as you. "We’ll help," he said softly.

Barty scoffed. "That’s going to be a disaster. We can barely move, let alone help her without fucking collapsing."

You exhaled slowly, your voice quiet but firm. "Then get in with me."

A moment of silence stretched between you, heavy with exhaustion, hesitation, and something unspoken.

Then, Regulus nodded. "Alright."

Barty groaned dramatically, pushing himself up. "Fucking hell. Fine. But if either of you faints and I have to carry your pathetic asses, I’m leaving you there."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "You’re the one most likely to faint."

"Fuck off, Black."

Despite the soreness, despite everything, you laughed softly.

Regulus helped you sit up slowly, his touch careful as if you were made of glass. Barty, still grumbling under his breath, moved to the other side, making sure you didn’t topple over. Every movement hurt, but with them there, supporting you, it was bearable.

The three of you stumbled into the bathroom together, leaning on each other for support. The room was warm, steam already curling in the air as Regulus turned on the water.

Barty eyed the tub. "This is going to be a disaster."

You smirked weakly. "Then stop complaining and get in."

Regulus helped you undress first, his fingers careful as he worked through the tattered fabric. His touch was familiar, steady, though his lips were pressed into a thin line as he took in the bruises littering your skin. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes darkened.

Barty, for once, kept his mouth shut.

When you stepped into the tub, the warm water hit your wounds, making you hiss through your teeth. Regulus was right there, steadying you as you sank into the warmth, your body immediately feeling lighter.

Then, with a resigned sigh, Barty and Regulus stripped down and climbed in as well.

There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just the three of you, exhausted and broken, pressed against each other as the water slowly washed the blood away.

Regulus reached for the soap first, his movements slow as he lathered it between his hands. "Turn around," he murmured.

You did, and he started washing the dried blood from your back, his touch gentle but thorough. Barty was next to you, his fingers combing through your tangled hair, helping to rinse out the grime.

It was quiet, peaceful even, the only sound being the water trickling around you.

"You scared the shit out of me," Barty muttered after a while, his fingers still working through your hair.

Regulus hummed in agreement. "Never again," he said, his voice low but firm.

You let out a breath, leaning against them. "I’ll try."

Barty scoffed. "Try harder."

Regulus finished rinsing the soap from your skin before grabbing a cloth and pressing it to one of Barty’s wounds. Barty let out a sharp hiss. "Fucking hell, Reg."

"Stay still," Regulus said dryly.

You chuckled, despite the ache in your ribs.

The three of you took turns, slowly working through the dirt, the blood, the exhaustion. It wasn’t perfect. The water stung, the pain lingered, but it was… something.

By the time you finally climbed out, all of you were still hurting, still exhausted, but a little lighter.

Regulus wrapped a towel around you, his fingers lingering on your wrist. "Bed," he murmured.

Barty nodded, grabbing another towel and rubbing at his wet hair. "Yeah. And if you try to sneak out again, I swear to Merlin—"

You smirked tiredly. "You’ll what? Carry me back?"

Barty narrowed his eyes. "Yes. And then tie you to the fucking bed."

Regulus smirked. "Kinky."

Barty threw his towel at him.

You laughed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t hurt as much.

Regulus was the one who insisted on taking care of you and Barty first, despite the fact that he was barely holding himself together. His hands were steady, but his face was pale, lips pressed into a thin line as he grabbed the potion vials from the small wooden cabinet near the bed.

"You should sit down," you murmured, watching him through half-lidded eyes as you sat wrapped in blankets on the bed. "You're barely standing, Reg."

"I'm fine," he said shortly, not even looking at you as he poured a thick, dark red potion into a glass. He turned to you and held it out. "Drink."

Barty, sitting beside you, raised an eyebrow. "If she's drinking that shit, you are too. You look like you're about to fucking collapse."

Regulus shot him a glare. "I'll take mine after."

Barty scoffed. "Right. Because that's not exactly what you said before the bath, and look where we are."

You sighed, reaching for the potion. "Let's just get this over with."

The moment the bitter liquid touched your tongue, you grimaced, barely managing to swallow it down. "Bloody hell, that tastes like death."

Barty smirked. "And you’d know what that tastes like, huh?"

You shot him a weak glare. "Sod off, Crouch."

Regulus ignored both of you, already reaching for a fresh bandage. "Let me see your ribs," he said quietly.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually let the blanket slide down enough to expose your side. His fingers were gentle as they traced over the bruised skin, his touch cold but soothing. His jaw clenched. "You’re going to need another dose in a few hours. The pain relief won’t last long."

Barty huffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah, well, neither will you if you don’t sit your arse down and let me take care of you after this."

Regulus ignored him again, focusing on rewrapping your ribs with careful precision. He worked in silence, and despite your exhaustion, despite everything, there was something so grounding about his touch—like he was holding you together, piece by piece.

Once he finished with you, he turned to Barty. "Your turn."

Barty groaned. "Fuck’s sake. Fine." He tugged his shirt over his head, wincing as he did so. His torso was littered with bruises and cuts, some deeper than others. "Try not to be a sadist, Black."

Regulus smirked faintly. "No promises."

He worked just as carefully on Barty as he did with you, dabbing antiseptic potions over his wounds, wrapping the worst of them in bandages. Barty, despite his usual dramatics, sat still for most of it, only letting out the occasional grunt of pain.

"You’ve done this before," Barty muttered as Regulus finished tying off a bandage around his shoulder.

Regulus didn’t look up. "I had to learn."

You shared a glance with Barty. It was no secret that Regulus had gone through hell in his own way. The Black family wasn’t exactly known for their kindness.

"Alright," Regulus said finally, leaning back and exhaling. "That should do it."

Barty rolled his shoulders, testing the bandages. "Not bad, Black. Maybe you should quit being a Death Eater and become a fucking healer."

Regulus shot him a dry look. "I’d rather die."

Barty smirked. "Well, you’re halfway there, aren’t you?"

You nudged Barty, suppressing a small smile. "Be nice."

Regulus, however, didn’t have the energy to argue anymore. His body was swaying slightly, his exhaustion finally catching up to him.

Barty narrowed his eyes. "Alright, that’s it."

Before Regulus could react, Barty grabbed him by the arm and practically forced him to sit down on the bed. Regulus let out a sharp breath, clearly too tired to fight.

Barty knelt in front of him, his expression uncharacteristically serious as he reached for the healing supplies. "Your turn, Black."

Regulus sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I can do it myself."

Barty scoffed. "Yeah, and you’ll probably fuck it up."

You shifted closer, watching as Barty carefully started cleaning the worst of Regulus's wounds. He wasn’t as gentle as Regulus had been, but there was something about the way he worked—quick, efficient, but not unkind.

"You always have to play the fucking martyr," Barty muttered as he pressed a damp cloth to a cut on Regulus’s temple. "It’s annoying."

Regulus smirked weakly. "Someone has to take care of you two."

Barty rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, next time, try not to fucking die in the process, alright?"

Regulus didn’t reply, just let Barty continue patching him up.

After a while, you shifted again, reaching for Regulus’s hand, squeezing it lightly. "You scared us, you know," you murmured.

Regulus’s fingers curled around yours, his grip weak but steady. "I know."

Barty, finishing the last of the bandages, sat back with a sigh. "Alright. We’re officially the most pathetic bunch of idiots in the entire wizarding world."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Probably."

Regulus gave a faint smirk. "But we’re alive."

Barty huffed. "For now."

Despite the pain, despite everything, the three of you sat there in the dim candlelight, tangled in each other’s presence, holding on to the only thing that mattered—you were still here. Together.

The exhaustion was finally catching up to all of you. The pain potions dulled some of the worst aches, but the weight of everything—the fear, the fight, the near loss—still clung to the air around you like a thick fog.

Regulus was the first to shift, his body instinctively leaning into yours as if his muscles could no longer keep him upright. Barty was slumped against the bedpost, arms crossed, watching both of you with a tired but amused expression.

"You two look like a fucking mess," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. "Like, actually pathetic."

You let out a weak laugh. "Look who's talking, Crouch. You’re barely holding yourself up."

Barty smirked, but it was softer than usual. "Yeah, well. Someone has to make sure you both don’t die in your sleep."

Regulus hummed, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you’re volunteering to stay awake all night, be my guest."

Barty groaned. "Fuck that. I’d rather risk all of us dying."

You smiled, shifting slightly so you could lay back against the pillows. The bed was small, not meant for three people, but none of you cared. There was no way any of you were sleeping alone tonight.

Regulus exhaled slowly and slid down beside you, his head resting just near your shoulder. His breath was warm against your skin, slow and steady despite the pain he was undoubtedly feeling.

"You’re warm," he murmured, eyes already half-closed.

You smirked. "I think that’s just the fever talking."

Barty snorted. "Great. You’re both dying, and I have to deal with it."

You rolled your eyes. "Just shut up and get in here, Barty."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You’re inviting me into bed now? How scandalous."

Regulus let out a quiet chuckle. "I will hex you in my sleep, Crouch."

Barty grinned but didn’t argue. He moved down beside you on the other side, letting out a deep sigh as he finally let his body relax. For a long moment, none of you spoke. The only sound was the slow, steady breaths of three people who had barely survived the night.

Barty turned his head slightly, looking at you in the dim light. "You know, I was right about you."

You frowned sleepily. "Right about what?"

He smirked. "Trouble. You’re nothing but trouble."

You huffed a laugh. "And yet here you are."

Barty scoffed. "Yeah, well, someone has to keep an eye on you."

Regulus shifted beside you, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "We’re not letting you go through this alone," he murmured.

You swallowed hard, glancing between the two of them. They looked just as exhausted, just as battered, just as broken. And yet, they were here. They had stayed.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Barty groaned dramatically. "If you start getting emotional, I swear to Merlin—"

You elbowed him lightly, making him let out a small grunt of protest. "Shut up, Barty."

Regulus smiled faintly, already half-asleep. "Go to sleep, both of you."

You sighed, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of them on either side of you. It was reckless. It was dangerous. But for now, you were safe.

And for tonight, that was enough.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled mess of limbs and blankets. For the first time in what felt like forever, the three of you had slept deeply, exhaustion finally overtaking the pain.

You woke first, stirring slightly as you took in the slow rise and fall of Regulus’s breathing beside you, the way Barty’s arm was draped lazily over your waist. For a moment, it almost felt normal—like there wasn’t a war waiting just outside these walls.

But the dull ache in your body reminded you that normal had never been an option.

Carefully, you untangled yourself from them, wincing slightly as you moved. Your muscles protested every step, but you ignored it, determined to do something for them.

The kitchen was quiet as you moved around, pulling out whatever ingredients you could find. It wasn’t much—just some bread, eggs, and tea—but it would do. You worked slowly, methodically, letting the simple task distract you.

It didn’t take long before you heard the shuffling of footsteps behind you.

"You’re supposed to be resting," Regulus’s voice was thick with sleep as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled from sleep, and yet, he still looked effortlessly composed.

You smirked. "Good morning to you too."

Barty groaned as he appeared behind Regulus, rubbing a hand over his face. "What the fuck are you doing up? You almost died last night."

You rolled your eyes, setting down a plate in front of them. "I’m making breakfast. Because you two are absolute disasters, and someone has to take care of you."

Regulus sighed but didn’t argue, instead sliding into a chair with a tired expression. Barty just grumbled as he sat down, rubbing at a bruise on his arm.

You placed a cup of tea in front of each of them before sitting down between them. "See? I’m fine. And now, you two are eating, no complaints."

Barty snorted, picking up a piece of bread. "Bossy."

Regulus smirked slightly, taking a slow sip of tea. "She’s always been like this."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile forming on your lips.

For a while, it was peaceful. Just the three of you, eating in comfortable silence, stealing small glances at each other. It was almost easy to pretend that everything was fine.

But that feeling was still there. That nagging, suffocating weight in the back of your minds.

They were coming for you.

Regulus was the first to break the silence. "We need to figure out what we’re going to do."

Barty groaned, resting his head against his hand. "I vote we just keep running."

You shook your head. "We can’t. They’ll find us eventually."

Regulus’s fingers drummed against the table, his expression unreadable. "Then we fight."

You exhaled slowly, glancing between the two of them. "Are we ready for that?"

Barty let out a dry chuckle. "Are we ready to die? No. But we don’t really have a choice, do we?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in your chest.

Regulus reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Whatever happens, we stay together."

Barty’s usual smirk softened as he reached out, squeezing your other hand. "Yeah. Together."

You looked at them—really looked at them. At Regulus, with his quiet, determined strength. At Barty, with his reckless, unwavering loyalty.

You had brought them into this. And yet, they had stayed.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Regulus’s knuckles before turning to Barty, brushing your lips against his cheek. "Then we make the most of whatever time we have left."

Barty smirked, but there was something sad in his eyes. "Well, if we’re gonna die soon, might as well spend our last days kissing and cuddling."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "You’re insufferable."

"You love me," Barty shot back, grinning.

Regulus sighed, but he didn’t let go of either of your hands. "Unfortunately, I do."

You laughed softly, resting your head against Barty’s shoulder. "Then let’s not waste time."

Because deep down, you all knew.

The end was coming.

For now, you just wanted to feel them.

You pulled Barty closer, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kissed him softly. He let out a quiet hum, his usual cocky demeanor melting away as he deepened the kiss, like he was trying to memorize the way your lips felt against his.

Regulus watched you both, his expression unreadable, but there was something burning in his eyes—something soft, something vulnerable. You reached for him, tugging him closer, and he obeyed without hesitation.

Barty pulled away slightly, pressing his forehead against yours. "You taste like tea."

You let out a small laugh, brushing your fingers against his jaw. "That’s because I actually drank my tea instead of just complaining about how hot it was."

Regulus snorted. "She’s right, you do that every time."

Barty rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to Regulus, smirking slightly. "Your turn, Reggie."

Regulus huffed, but the way his gaze softened when he looked at you made your heart ache. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours so gently it sent shivers down your spine. His kisses were different from Barty’s—slower, more delicate, like he was afraid you’d slip away if he wasn’t careful.

You sighed against him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. "I don’t want to lose you."

Your throat tightened. "You won’t."

Barty scoffed. "Liar."

For a long time, none of you spoke.

Regulus was the first to break the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like? If things were different?"

Barty let out a quiet chuckle, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah. All the time."

You closed your eyes. "If things were different… we wouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t have met like this. And I don’t regret it."

Regulus’s fingers brushed against your cheek, tilting your face up so he could kiss you again. It was slow, aching, like he was pouring everything he couldn’t say into it. When he pulled back, his voice was barely a whisper. "I don’t regret it either."

Barty let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, since we’re being all emotional—" you turned your head so you were facing him now, his lips brushing against yours before he kissed you deeply, desperately. "—I love you, and I’m never saying that again, so don’t expect it."

Regulus chuckled softly. "Noted."

You smiled against Barty’s lips, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "I love you too."

Regulus’s hand found yours again, squeezing gently. "Me too."

None of you said it out loud, but you all knew the truth.

This was it.

The last peaceful moment before everything fell apart

The air inside the house turned frigid in an instant. A slow, crawling dread settled over you as the protective wards shattered like glass, a silent but undeniable omen that he had arrived.

Regulus stiffened against you, his entire body going rigid before he was on his feet in a flash. "Run," he commanded, his voice sharp, urgent. "Now. Both of you—"

Before he could even finish, the front door creaked open.

The figure that stepped inside was more shadow than man, his presence making the very walls of the house feel suffocating. Lord Voldemort.

His red eyes gleamed with amusement as they flickered across the three of you. "Ah," he mused, stepping further inside as if he had all the time in the world. "How quaint. The lost Black, the foolish Crouch, and their… little pet."

Barty had already moved before Voldemort could take another step, his wand pressed right against the Dark Lord’s throat, his knuckles white from the force of his grip.

"You talk too much," Barty spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Regulus was beside him in an instant, his own wand raised, though you could see the tension in his jaw, the barely masked fear in his eyes.

Voldemort merely chuckled. "Do you truly believe you could kill me, Barty?" he asked, tilting his head slightly, unconcerned. "Tell me, what do you think your father would say if he saw you now?"

Barty's grip on his wand tightened, but he said nothing.

Voldemort exhaled a slow, deliberate breath. "I am not here to kill you." His gaze slid to Regulus. "Nor you, my dear boy. Though I must admit, I am disappointed. You had such potential."

Regulus didn't waver, his wand still pointed directly at Voldemort's heart. "I don't care what you think."

The Dark Lord's lips curled in amusement. "No. I imagine you don't."

Then his gaze landed on you, and something dark flickered across his features. "But her," he mused, voice soft, almost thoughtful. "She is the true traitor, is she not?"

You swallowed, but you refused to look away. "I did what was right."

Voldemort laughed at that, shaking his head. "What a foolish notion."

Barty took a step forward, pressing the wand harder against Voldemort’s throat. "You said you came to talk," he growled. "So talk."

The Dark Lord regarded him for a moment before slowly stepping back, allowing just enough distance to ease the immediate tension.

"As I said," Voldemort began, "I do not intend to kill you." His gaze flickered to you again. "Yet."

Regulus let out a breath through his nose, his grip still firm on his wand. "Then why are you here?"

Voldemort smiled. "I wanted to see the three of you with my own eyes before I leave for Godric’s Hollow. You see, tonight is a night that will be remembered for generations to come. The night I rid the world of the so-called savior. But before that… I wanted to witness the ones who turned against me. To understand why two of my most promising followers would throw away everything for the sake of…" His eyes darkened as they rested on you. "Her."

Barty bared his teeth in something close to a snarl. "She’s worth more than you ever were."

Voldemort's smile was razor-sharp. "Oh, Barty. So full of rage, so desperate to prove yourself. And for what? For love?" His gaze flickered between him and Regulus. "For a cause that will die with you?"

Silence stretched between them for a moment before Voldemort took a slow step back.

"Make no mistake," he murmured, his voice now as cold as the air in the room. "This is not mercy. This is a warning."

Regulus's jaw clenched. "We don’t need your mercy."

The tension in the air was suffocating, thick enough to drown in. Voldemort stood before you, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips, his red eyes gleaming with something close to amusement.

"Of all my followers," he murmured, tilting his head as he studied you, "I must admit, I did not expect you to be the traitor." His voice was almost soft, like a whisper in the dark, but laced with something venomous. "It’s almost… disappointing."

Barty let out a scoff, his grip on his wand tightening until his knuckles turned white. "Oh, I’m so sorry she didn’t live up to your expectations."

Voldemort ignored him, stepping forward slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "But perhaps I was wrong to expect anything less. You were always… fascinating." He raised a hand as if he was about to touch your face, but before he could, Regulus stepped between you, his wand digging into Voldemort’s ribs.

"Don't," Regulus hissed, his voice deadly quiet.

Voldemort chuckled darkly. "Protective, aren’t we?" He shifted his gaze to Barty, who looked ready to murder him on the spot. "Both of you." His smirk widened. "How amusing."

Barty took a dangerous step forward, his entire body trembling with barely restrained fury. "Shut. The. Hell. Up."

Voldemort barely glanced at him, instead turning back to you, his expression unreadable. "Tell me," he murmured, his voice like silk, "why did you betray me?"

You met his gaze without hesitation, refusing to let him see any fear. "Because you’re a monster."

Voldemort let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "And yet," he mused, stepping closer, "you were once drawn to me, were you not?" His voice dipped lower, almost intimate. "You admired me. You wanted me."

Regulus and Barty both tensed, their hands gripping their wands so tightly it was a miracle they didn’t snap in half.

"Don’t flatter yourself," Barty spat, his voice shaking with rage.

Voldemort ignored him, his gaze locked onto yours. "Tell me," he whispered, his voice carrying an almost dangerous curiosity, "did you ever truly love them? Or was it all just… rebellion?"

The words should have made you sick. Should have filled you with nothing but disgust. But instead, an idea formed in your mind, so sudden and reckless that it almost made you dizzy. You inhaled sharply, forcing your body to relax, forcing your expression to soften. You had to make this believable.

"Maybe you’re right," you murmured, lowering your gaze just enough to seem hesitant. "Maybe I was… foolish."

Barty’s breath hitched. "What?"

Regulus turned to you sharply, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

But you didn’t look at them. You stepped closer to Voldemort instead, tilting your chin up, your expression carefully crafted into something vulnerable. "Maybe I was running from something I didn’t understand."

Voldemort's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh?"

You swallowed, willing yourself to keep going. "I thought I was fighting for something better," you whispered. "But what if I was wrong?" You took another step, so close now that you could see the faintest flicker of amusement in his gaze. "What if… I belonged to you all along?"

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Regulus and Barty were frozen, their eyes wide with barely concealed horror.

Voldemort, however, merely smirked. "Now that is interesting."

You could feel Regulus and Barty’s stares burning into you, but you didn’t dare look at them. If you did, they would see through it. They would see the truth.

"Perhaps," Voldemort mused, reaching out as if to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "You are smarter than I gave you credit for."

Barty let out a sharp, shuddering breath, his hands trembling at his sides. He looked ready to kill him, to tear him apart limb by limb.

Regulus, on the other hand, had gone eerily silent, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. But then—he met your gaze. And in that split second, you saw understanding flicker across his face.

He knew.

Knew you were lying.

Knew this was a game.

A game to buy time.

But that didn’t mean he liked it.

Voldemort’s lips curled into something sinister. "So," he mused, "you would rather stand beside me than against me?"

You forced yourself to smile—soft, hesitant, convincing. "I think I made a mistake," you whispered. "Maybe it’s not too late to fix it."

Voldemort hummed, considering your words. "Perhaps not." He studied you for a long moment before finally stepping back, looking over the three of you with a faint smirk. "I will give you time to think, then."

He turned, his dark robes billowing behind him as he walked toward the door. But before he left, he glanced back, his gaze lingering on you.

"Don’t disappoint me again."

And then—he was gone.

The second he disappeared, the tension in the room snapped like a breaking bone.

Barty turned to you first, his entire body shaking with rage. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

You exhaled sharply, finally letting yourself breathe. "I bought us time."

Regulus let out a heavy breath, running a hand down his face. "I knew you were lying, but Merlin, that was—" He paused, inhaling deeply. "That was dangerous."

Barty, however, was not calm. "You—" He pointed a shaking finger at you. "You flirted with him!"

You frowned. "It wasn’t real—"

"It was disgusting!" Barty cut in, his face twisted in fury. "I was this close to setting the whole place on fire just to shut him up!"

Regulus, despite himself, let out a dry chuckle. "I almost stabbed him. And I wouldn’t have regretted it."

Barty threw his hands up. "Do you know how hard it was for me not to hex him into oblivion when he was looking at you like that? Like you belonged to him?" He let out a sharp breath, his voice shaking. "I wanted to kill him with my bare hands."

You sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. "Barty—"

"No." He grabbed your face in both hands, his expression desperate. "You don’t belong to him. You never did."

Regulus stepped closer, his gaze dark, unreadable. "We know that," he murmured. "But he doesn’t."

You exhaled, leaning into Barty’s touch. "It’s just a game," you whispered. "Just long enough for us to find a way to end this."

Barty swallowed hard, his fingers trembling against your skin. "Fine," he muttered. "But the second this plan is over, I am killing him."

Regulus nodded, his voice like steel. "We all are."

The room was still thick with the weight of what had just happened. Voldemort was gone—for now—but his presence still lingered like a curse, clawing at the back of their minds.

Regulus was the first to speak, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “We have to go after him.”

Barty snapped his head toward him, eyes wide. “Are you insane?”

Regulus ignored him, turning to you instead. “He’s going after the Potters.” His voice was urgent, filled with something close to desperation. “He’s going to kill their baby—Harry.”

Your heart pounded. You had known this moment was coming, but hearing it out loud made it real. “We have to stop him.”

Barty let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, sure. Let’s go throw ourselves in front of the Dark Lord again after barely surviving the first time. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant.”

Regulus’ jaw tightened. “We’re all dead anyway, Barty. We know he’s coming back for us.” His voice softened just slightly. “If we’re going to die, at least let it mean something.”

Barty dragged a hand down his face, pacing furiously. “We just got away. Just barely. And now you want to run toward him?” He turned to you, expression desperate. “Tell me you don’t actually agree with this madness.”

You swallowed hard. “I do.”

Barty stared at you like you had just ripped his heart out. “No. No.” He shook his head, his hands trembling. “This is a suicide mission. We’ll all die.”

Regulus looked at him, his grey eyes dark with something deep, something final. “Then let’s make sure we don’t die for nothing.”

Barty clenched his jaw, looking between the two of you, his breath unsteady. “You’re serious about this.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his arm. “Barty, he’s a baby. He hasn’t even had a chance to live yet.” Your voice cracked slightly. “We have to try.”

Barty let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his mind clearly screaming at him to refuse, to run, to grab both of you and force you to escape instead.

But then he saw the look in your eyes. The same look in Regulus’—a quiet, unwavering determination.

And just like that, he knew there was no changing your minds.

“Merlin,” Barty muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. Then, with a groan of defeat, he opened them again, filled with reluctant resolve. “Fine. Fine. But when we all die in a spectacularly stupid way, I will be saying ‘I told you so’ in the afterlife.”

Regulus let out a breath, nodding. “Then let’s go.”

The moment you apparated into Godric’s Hollow, the smell of fire and destruction hit them like a curse. The small house was barely standing, cracks running through its walls, smoke curling into the air. And then—

A voice. His voice.

“You can’t fight me forever, James Potter.”

Voldemort.

James.

Your stomach twisted. Without thinking, the three of you sprinted toward the house, your bodies screaming in protest from your previous injuries. But none of that mattered now.

The front door was blasted open.

Inside, James Potter stood at the base of the staircase, his wand pointed at Voldemort. His breathing was heavy, his eyes burning with fury and desperation.

“I won’t let you touch them,” James spat, tightening his grip on his wand.

Voldemort simply smiled, his red eyes glinting with something dark. “Brave words for a dead man.”

“James!” You yelled, running inside.

His head snapped toward you, eyes widening in shock. “What—what are you guys doing here?”

Barty let out a breathless, humorless laugh. “You’re welcome for showing up, by the way.”

Voldemort’s gaze flickered over to you, Barty, and Regulus, something amused dancing in his expression. “Ah,” he said, his voice smooth. “The traitors.”

Voldemort flicked his wand, and a jet of green light shot toward James.

James barely dodged, throwing a curse of his own. “Expelliarmus!”

The spell shot toward Voldemort, but he deflected it effortlessly.

Regulus was already moving. “Reducto!”

The curse hit the ground near Voldemort, sending debris flying, forcing him to step back.

Barty took the chance. “Confringo!”

Fire exploded around Voldemort, but he moved through it like a shadow, his movements smooth, calculated.

“You think this will stop me?” Voldemort hissed, flicking his wand. A blast of dark magic sent all of you flying backward.

You hit the wall hard, pain shooting through your ribs. But you couldn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop.

James was still standing. Still fighting.

“Lily!” James called up the stairs. “Take Harry and run!”

You saw a flash of red hair at the top of the stairs—Lily, clutching Harry in her arms.

Voldemort turned his gaze toward her.

James saw it. His eyes widened. “No—”

A flash of green light.

James fell.

The world stopped.

You felt a scream rip through your throat. “James—”

But there was no time.

Lily was running. Running with everything she had, her breath ragged.

Voldemort didn’t even hesitate. He started up the stairs.

Regulus shot another curse at him, but Voldemort deflected it with a lazy flick of his wand.

Barty tried to lunge at him, but Voldemort sent him crashing into the wall with a silent spell.

You forced yourself up, pain screaming in your bones. “STOP!”

Voldemort reached the top of the stairs.

Lily’s voice was desperate. “Please— not Harry. Not my son.”

Voldemort merely tilted his head. “Step aside, girl.”

Lily shook her head, standing in front of Harry’s crib, shielding him with her body. “No. Please. Take me instead. Just—just don’t hurt him.”

Voldemort sighed. “Foolish girl.”

And then—

Lily collapsed.

Your breath hitched. “No—”

Regulus was trying to get up, Barty was struggling to move, but none of you could reach him in time.

Voldemort turned to the crib.

The world blurred around you. You tried to push yourself forward, tried to grab your wand, tried to do something, but your body was too weak, too slow.

Voldemort raised his wand.

“Avada Kedavra.”

A flash of green.

A deafening silence.

The Dark Lord was gone.

The air was still heavy, thick with something unexplainable.

Barty let out a breathless laugh, his voice shaking. “What… what the hell just happened?”

Regulus was the first to move. He rushed over, peering into the crib. His breath hitched. “He’s alive.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. "He’s alive.”

Barty let out something close to a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “How?”

Regulus reached down, carefully lifting the baby into his arms. Harry was small, so small, his tiny face scrunched up as he continued to cry.

Then—you saw it.

A lightning-shaped cut on his forehead.

Your stomach twisted. “Voldemort’s spell…”

Regulus’ hands were trembling. “It didn’t kill him.”

Barty let out a hollow laugh. “But it killed him.”

You turned to him sharply. “What?”

Barty’s eyes were wide, his breath uneven. “Voldemort. He’s gone.”

The words hit the air like a storm.

Regulus stared at him. “That’s not possible.”

But Barty shook his head, stepping closer. “No, think. He cast the Killing Curse. And he’s not here. He didn’t just leave, he vanished.”

Your heart pounded. “Then that means—”

“Harry survived the Killing Curse,” Regulus whispered, his gaze flickering down to the baby in his arms. “And it destroyed him instead.”

Silence.

Then, Barty let out a slow, breathless laugh. "Merlin’s bloody beard. The Dark Lord was taken out by a baby."

You let out a breath, stepping closer to Regulus and looking down at Harry. His tiny fingers curled slightly, his face still scrunched up in distress.

Regulus cradled him gently, staring at him in awe. “He’s the reason Voldemort is gone.”

You swallowed hard. "He’s the reason we’re still alive."

Barty smirked, though there was something softer beneath it. “Well, kid,” he muttered, glancing at Harry, “you might’ve just saved the entire world.”

Regulus met your gaze, something unreadable in his expression. “What do we do now?”

You swallowed hard. “We keep him safe.”

Barty crossed his arms, still staring at the empty space where Voldemort had once stood. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Because something tells me this isn’t over.”

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okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

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did i hear you say you were writing another animagus!reader x regulus where they cuddle at hogwarts in each their cat forms? 🥺🥺

you know what they say, don't believe everything you hear... except for that, that's actually true

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, copious amounts of fluff, established relationship, bsf!remus, background wolfstar, reader and reg are kinda goody-two-shoes, platonic physical affection

Note: read more about cat!animagus!reader's shenanigans with reg, wolfstar and james here & here

Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat

What a conundrum.

Remus should take this as an opportunity to be a good friend. You have spent almost two decades showing him exactly how to do that, playing the perfect part of the sister-he-never-had, loving and supporting him through life. For never turning your back on him, Remus is sure he owes you far more than what he can ever repay you, so he should try every single day. He should be a good friend.

But it was just too funny not to.

"At what point is it our duty to wake them up?" Sirius' voice whispered in his ear, shaking with mirth.

"I'm wondering the exact same thing." Remus dragged his words out to avoid making a decision. "How long do you think we can get away with?"

"I mean, they are already 15 minutes late to their Charms lesson, so we're dead men walking for not having said anything so far."

Remus is just able to tear his eyes away from you to glance sideways at Sirius, a too-fond smile already playing over his lips as he sees the exact mischievous look on his boyfriend's face that he expected. The look he fell in love with, not that Remus would be sappy enough to think about that right now. "So what you're saying is..."

"Leave it for a while longer?" Sirius grinned.

"Leave it for a while longer." Remus confirmed, whispering through a laugh, shifting his body further into Sirius' side as he lets his eyes fall back on you.

Well. On what he and Sirius knew to be you and Regulus, but what all other students in the library thought was just two cats sleeping in an armchair.

There was an elongated square of sunlight cast onto the middle of the seat by one of the beautifully decorated windows of the ancient castle, every cat's dream spot. The green velvet covering the seat of the mahogany chair was already riddled with fur from how long the two of you had been curled up around each other in it, white, grey and black hairs mixing together. Your forms might as well be mixing together too, fluid in a way that defied physics yet looked impossibly comfortable. Remus supposed you had to milk as much pleasure out of being an animagus as possible to make that whole mandrake leaf ordeal worth it. Though you could not answer even if he asked you right now, he was sure you at this very moment thought it was.

Remus' smile widened as he saw your chest rise dramatically as you breathed a sleepy huff, turning your head over slightly and burrowing it further into Regulus' plush neck. Your little cat bodies laid facing each other, arms around each other in a way he thought looked a little too much like a human hug.

It would be the absolute picture of serenity, two young things with no care in the world but each other – had it not been for the large clock ironically hanging right behind you, reminding you that you were not supposed to be here right now.

The four of you – five before James ran off the second he spotted red hair a few shelves back – had spent your two hours of shared free periods to read up together, for once actually doing a considerable amount of studying during it. Sirius was rubbing it in your faces, yours by consequence and Regulus' by design, that you still had one lesson left for the day when you abruptly stood up and demanded that you need a study break. When you then promptly dragged Regulus off into a corner, Sirius got the karma of a lifetime as he grew very concerned about what kind of break you would be engaging in. That was until the two cats lazily strolled back in and made themselves comfortable in the chair they now claimed as theirs.

Knowing you, Remus knew you hadn't intended on falling asleep, but maybe the fact that you did meant you really needed it. Yes, surely, you must have been exhausted and your body demanded a rest, so frankly he is quite an amazing friend for ensuring you listen to your health and your needs.

"Cats shouldn't be allowed to be that cute," Sirius all but grumbled as he looked at the two of them. "I should hate them on principle, but look at them Moony!"

"Quite literally no one is demanding that you hate cats on behalf of Padfoot, Siri."

"Padfoot is!" Sirius gave him a you can't argue with that logic look, but Remus knew he could.

"Ah, yes, my boyfriend the dog," he mused, cocking an eyebrow at Sirius who promptly reached out with his finger and pulled it back down.

"I could so give you a comeback to that, but I respect you too much not to say it in public," Sirius muttered and Remus couldn't fight his laughter.

Something moving in his periphery brought his attention back on you, seeing you shift even more into Regulus which caused him to begin stirring as well. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, Remus whispered to you in his mind.

As always, you didn't listen to him, and ever so slowly Remus saw you peel one yellow eye open, blinking blearily at the room before turning your head back towards Regulus. The greyest of your four paws came up to gently pet at the black cat's neck, almost as if you were smoothing over the fur you had ruffled in your sleep. It made Remus' heart ache with love for you both, even as his stomach was slowly dropping.

A soft prrt! escaped Regulus before he instantly began purring and tightening his hold on you with his little cat paws, nosing his head against yours. A kind of softness Regulus rarely let himself fall into in public, though this was arguably a grey area.

It almost looked like you were about to be driven back into sleep by the vibrations moving through you from Regulus' chest. Remus noticed Sirius paying attention raptly as well, which was unfortunate.

Because when you shot up out of your seat with a small squeak, jumping as if startled as you looked towards the clock – now a good 30 minutes into your 45 minutes lesson – Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. It earned him more than a few hushes from those around, but most importantly, it earned him your head snapping around to look at him with eyes that could rival a basilisk’s.

Considering Remus was already on a streak of making disloyal choices towards his loved ones, he didn't fight his instinct to stand up from his seat and back up when you ran and jumped onto the table right in front of Sirius' face with a hiss. You slapped at him with a clawless paw to which Sirius whispered something along the lines of "hey, knock it off, be cool" while trying to hold you at arm's length. You scowled at him as aggressively as any cat could, raising your back slightly before you arguably tut-ed at him and jumped back down.

Remus fought for his life to not laugh.

You turned around and ran over to Regulus who was still lazily stretching and gaining his bearings, not an ounce of care shown towards the near-assault of his brother. Nudging him with your head towards the end of the chair, he got the point and jumped down, already falling into his usual graceful mannerisms.

Together you scurried off back into your corner.

When you came back a mere minute later Remus swore there was no difference in your facial expression. Remus carefully walked around the table – where Sirius was still sitting with a petulant pout – hands up in surrender.

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight onto your right hip as you glared at your oldest friend, clearly expecting him to speak first. Behind you Regulus was strolling over, looking like he was trying really hard to be miffed but falling just short.

“How dare you,” you said – and it was a statement, not a question.

“In my defence,” Remus started, hands still up but so were the corners of his lips. “You two looked adorable.”

“That will surely hold up real well with the professor,” you scoffed.

“We didn’t make you fall asleep, princess,” Sirius grumbled to which you turned to him with a bitch please look Remus is fairly certain you picked up from Sirius.

“Apologies for expecting my friends to have my back. How stupid of me.”

“Very stupid indeed,” Sirius murmured as he took a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he found it to be cold. He nearly spilled some when Regulus gave him a light slap up the back of the head.

Remus figured it was time to pull out the big guns.

He manoeuvred his held up hands to be stretched out towards you instead with a rueful smile as he inched closer and closer. You had a moody expression still, eyeing him with suspicion, but you didn’t move out of the way. He dared make a small cooing sound as he brought you into a hug, coddling you like one would a child after they hurt themselves to keep them from crying.

“‘M super super sorry, lovie,” Remus half-muttered half-laughed into your hair as he rocked you a little bit. Your arms were still crossed against his chest, but you were leaning into him. 

“Don’t believe you, Loopy.” 

Regulus snorted at that and Remus looked up at him over his shoulder and the boys shared a look of humour and shared love for you that warmed his stomach. Though when Sirius nipped at Regulus’ sleeve to get his attention, the faux-miffed expression was plastered right back on the younger boy’s face.

Siblings, Remus thought and chuckled a bit into your hair.

“You laughing at me?” you questioned incredulously. 

“No, I’m laughing at our boys.” His response was quick to rid himself of any further accusations.

You instantly nodded against his shoulder. “Understandable.”

“Hey! Don’t bring me into this, amour.” Regulus' chiding tone was met with you uncrossing your arms at last, reaching a hand out behind you blindly, which he immediately took and squeezed with his own.

You let your other arm curl around Remus’ back. Forgiveness at last.

He pulled back to look down at you with a goofy grin, and was pleased to see you could no longer contain yours either. “You were really cute. Didn’t want to disturb you.”

You gave him a look. “Right, no laughing at our expense whatsoever.”

“Never.”

You gave him a light shove while you snorted, pushing him away from you. “This is what I get for my sacrifice for you?” you said as you shook your head at him not much unlike McGonagall would during detention.

“I would argue you got a pretty sweet deal with that sacrifice, doll, seeing as you can curl up with your equally sacrificial boyfriend and sleep in the library whenever.” Sirius nodded solemnly, while jutting his chin towards Regulus. “This one would never let that happen in any other form.”

“Oh, I’m sure I could’ve convinced him,” you replied, looking at Regulus with an almost salacious smile. As if to prove your point – or just to prove Sirius wrong – he came up to stand closer behind you, arms going around your waist. You leaned your weight back against him with a happy sigh.

“Disgusting,” was all Sirius offered.

You raised an eyebrow at him before turning your head sideways to give Regulus a short, sweet kiss.

“Disgusting,” he groaned once more, pressing the backs of his palms into his eyes.

“Karma,” you and Remus sing-songed at him at the exact same time in the exact same tone. 

Your eyes met in surprise before you both burst out laughing, any pretend fight seeping out of you as you both beamed at each other.

Siblings, Remus found himself thinking once more.

“Well, now that we don’t have a lesson to get to anymore, I suggest we get out of here,” Regulus sighed, squeezing your hips as if to underline his point.

“Where we heading?” Sirius asked as he swung his legs out to get up.

“I don’t know where you’re going,” you started. “But Remus will go hunt down a certain Head Boy and get him to make up some excuse to Professor Flitwick for why Regulus and I did not attend class so that our absence is removed from the records.” You put on your sweetest smile as you turned towards Remus at the last part.

“Regulus, what have you done with her?!” Sirius stage-whispered his accusation at Regulus who only responded with a certain impolite gesture.

“And why would James do that?” Remus drawls, certain that his entertainment was written all over his face.

“Oh, I’m sure he owes you for something, you figure it out.” You spoke as you tried to put your bag over your shoulder to leave, but Remus and Regulus both reached for it at the same time. They gave each other a look, trying to decide who will take the literal burden, before they both turned to Sirius and dropped the bag in his lap. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, but pulled the strap over his free shoulder nonetheless. 

“You are quite the minx, aren’t you?” Remus asked, going for chiding and landing somewhere along the lines of compliance.

“Learned from the best, Rem!” you cheered brightly, pressing quick smacking kisses on both his and Sirius’ cheek.

Before they could muster up a response or a reaction, you had already hauled Regulus down the halls of the library towards the exit with half-heartedly hushed giggles. The raven-haired boy looked over his shoulder right before you turned the corner with a barely-contained smile, inhibitions straw thin in your presence.

Remus understood him well.

He turned to Sirius with a pleased smile to find him already admiring his reactions from where he stood beside him.

“I get why they’re cats,” Remus mused as he interlaced their fingers, following the general direction you ran off to, ready to hunt down James and possibly claw up some furniture. 

“Because they’re adorable but also massive menaces?”

Remus breathed out contently. “Yeah.”

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Sirius Black x reader

Summary: Molly insists on taking over headquarters, even going as far as to argue with Sirius on which room should be available. Luckily for him, you are there to put her in her place

Tags: Established relationship, Molly being Molly, mention of drinking, Azkaban changed Sirius, minor angst feeling, mention of Regulus death

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Grimmauld Place, home to the ancient and most noble house of Black and headquarters to the Order of Phoenix. The house was filled with people of all sorts. The Weasleys, the Granger girl everyone talks so highly about, even Harry will be here in the next few days, according to Dumbledore. Remus, an old friend, has also moved in, bringing a smile to your favorite person’s usually gloomy face, Sirius Black.

Over the months that headquarters began, Molly took it upon herself that Grimmauld Place was unfit to live in and it needed to be cleaned. Sirius quickly agreed, if only to spite his mother’s portrait when she witnessed her belongings get thrown out.

“Sirius, be realistic. We need all the rooms we can use. What’s the point in letting the dust collect in that room?” Molly’s shrill voice echoes from the kitchen. You quicken your pace, hoping she wasn't talking about the room you know is off limits to everyone in this house.

Sirius throws back a shot of fire whiskey as you walk into the kitchen. Just from the look on your husband's face, you could tell Molly was nagging about that room again.

“Molly, must I remind you that you are a guest in this house?” Molly’s jaw twitches as you place your hands on Sirius’s shoulders. His tense muscles relax under your touch.

“Just because Dumbledore requested our home as headquarters does not mean you can do whatever you please.” You silence her with a glare as she tries to interrupt once again.

“So if Sirius says leave something alone in this house, then you will listen.” She crosses her arms like a toddler about to have a fit.

“We need the room. Harry will be here in a few days.” She turns to Sirius. “Wouldn't you prefer your godson to have his own room?” You clear your throat, pulling her attention away from Sirius.

“Molly, drop it. Harry can share with Ron. I’m sure he would much rather not be alone than he already has this summer.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. This is not your home. It belongs to Sirius.” Molly screeches. You roll my eyes, stepping away from Sirius and closer to the bothersome witch. “You must have forgotten. Sirius is my husband, which makes this house my home just as much as his. So either you will drop the topic-”

“Or else what? You’ll kick me out.” You smile innocently. “Throw you out? I would never.” Another step closer.

“I would however apparate to your house and rearrange everything to my liking. Merlin knows your house could use some organization.” I spat, showing everyone why the sorting hat placed me into the snake pit. Molly huffs, before storming out of the room calling for her children to leave. “Never have I ever been treated like this before.”

Later that night, you finally join Sirius into bed. “Thank you.” He mumbles into your hair. Those were the first words he had spoken to me all day. Azkaban changed my husband, practically stole his voice. Such a vast difference from when we were still young and in that castle.

“It's fine Sirius. Molly had no right to come here and tell you how to take care of your house.” His arm thrown across your waist tightens. “Our house.” You smile, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you for defending him.” You turn in his hold, heart breaking at the hollow look in his eyes.

Regulus, the ghost that haunts Sirius in this house. You knew how much he blamed himself for his brother’s death. How much he wished he forced him to leave when he escaped to the Potters. You reach out, brushing his dark curls out of his pale scarred face.

“Of course my star. He’s family.”

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defense - jegulus - background wolfstar, platonic bartylus, rosekiller, platonic prongsfoot - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 332

“When you go in there, you just have to give them your name, explain why you’re there, and show them this,” Barty said calmly, handing Regulus a laminated paper rectangle with his picture on it.

He took it with a grimace. “How many times have you done this?” he mumbled. 

The other man grinned. “Honestly, usually it’s Rosie coming for me. Or Pandora coming for both of us. But one tiny little memory charm and you’ll be out in a tick, no Aurors the wiser. Simple as.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I should have never allowed all of you to get me that Muggle mobile. Then I wouldn’t have been able to answer the phone and-”

“Too late for ‘should haves,’ Reggie dearest. Go get your man,” Barty said bracingly, shoving Regulus out of the car.

So Regulus walked into the dreary-looking building and up to the desk, grumbling curses under his breath, and presented the rectangle. “Hi, I’m Regulus Potter. Here to get my idiots.”

The bored-looking person in uniform behind the desk made eye contact, eyes lighting up. “Oh, thank God. Please take them.”

He only had to spend about five minutes standing in pure confusion before James and Sirius came bounding in the room, yelling behind themselves, “....bye, Alan! See you for that party next Thursday! Good luck with the kids, Herb! Loving that purple hair, Belinda, I really need to try something like that!”

Regulus could only gape as the two men turned happily to him before stopping cold, their joyful expressions turning from relaxed and upbeat to absolutely terrified.

“...erm. Hi, baby,” James said first, stepping forward and reaching out, only to shrink back when Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I…I thought Remus was coming?”

“He had a class. Why are you two in a fucking jail?” he replied flatly, staring between his husband and his brother.

“Well.....in our defense…you left us unsupervised?” Sirius replied with a nervous grin.

The sad truth was, Sirius had a point. 

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Remus Lupin, soulmate, and "Could you please come and get me?"

cw: muggle/modern au, reader is Sirius and Regulus' sister, Walburga's A+ parenting 

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The echoed sounds of your mother’s screams find your ears even in your bedroom, where you’ve tucked yourself away in your closet between your old sweaters and sundresses. You shake, trying to will yourself out of hiding, trying to gather the courage to help Reggie, but you can’t. Each of her words hits you like an axe to the chest, even if they aren’t directed at you. You both should’ve left while you had the chance, why had the two of you come back here instead of running away with Sirius?

Your phone pings, and you know who it is without looking. It’s Remus. Lovely, sweet, kind Remus who certainly knows about your inner turmoil because he can feel it. The identical markings on your wrists prove that. If your body wasn’t fully consumed by fight or flight, you’d feel Remus’ spiking anxiety. 

You don’t immediately reach for your phone, even when it pings for a second and third time. Your body trembles and the panic coursing through you is deep, instinctual. Learned from years of harsh words and even harsher punishments. It’s not until you can feel the longer vibrations of a phone call that you finally reach out a shaking finger, answer, and put it on speaker. You don’t think you can lift it to your ear.

“Rem?” Your voice wobbles, you hope he can hear you. He can, evidently, the phone crackling for just a second before you hear his voice. 

“Love? What’s going on?” His voice is clipped, short but not hard. Like he’s worried someone else might be able to hear him.

“Remus-” It’s like hearing him breaks you. Even just the sound of his voice is enough for your body to fight against its instincts, seeking his warmth and comfort even through the phone. “Can- Could you please come and get me?”

He doesn’t mention the fact that both he and Sirius had warned you not to return home. He doesn’t need to, the consequences of your choice are flowing through his veins, pain and fear and everything terrible you have to experience in that house. He just wants to give you everything good.

“Of course, love. I’m on my way.” You can hear him moving, another voice behind him speaking up. You can guess it’s Sirius, especially once Remus clears his throat and asks, “Is Reggie alright?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. He told me to go upstairs and she’s been… screaming at him and throwing things.” A sob escapes you, guilt settling in your stomach and then Remus’.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself.” You can hear a car start, other sounds signifying that James and Sirius are likely coming too. “Stay where you are. I’m coming, lovely.”

“You’re coming?” You repeat, burying your face in your knees. The tears soak into the fabric of your clothes.

“I’ll always come for you, love. Even when you don’t call, I’ll still know, and I’ll still be there. I promise.”

And you let his words cradle you until his hands can.

°˖✧✿✧˖°

© prettydaisygirl

[sevilynne]

"B—but... Snivellus is a death eater..."

Listen here, you little shit. For Severus, he got neglected by BOTH parents (and it was implied that he was abused both physically and mentally as well.), gets bullied by two boys because he wanted to go to Slytherin (who sneers back and ends up getting bullied), almost gets killed and Sirius nor Remus gets any consequences other than detention (Really? Is his life worth detention and not Azkaban?), James flexes it to Lily and Lily starts believing James over the victim, Severus accidentally calls his bestfriend a mudblood over the heat of the situation (Lily was about to smile, when James literally used scorgify in his mouth), loses the person thay cared for him the most compared to others (Which Lily isn't even a good friend, so his life is messed up), with Remus and Sirius not maturing (Sirius still calls Severus "Snivellus", and Remus and Sirius spreading lies like "Severus was jealous of James" or "Lily never hated James," when it's the other way around!!! James was jealous of Severus because he existed and Lily was his best friend!

Now his blood supremacist friends are basically recruiting him, and helping him on the way! Basically, the "bad side" is his good side! They are the only ones who "cared" for him when he needed help! He was a death eater for a reason, and people manipulating him because he was vulnerable is a reason.

The audacity of stans trying to make a hotter version of Severus—Regulus? Regulus is basically a walmart Severus but Timothée Chalamet dressed up in wizard robes! If Regulus was told as ugly, nobody would boohoo care about him.

Y'all only hate Severus and love Regulus because J.K. Rowling never made a Marauders era movie! Regulus is basically a blood supremacist with Voldemort shrines and posters who'd call Lily a mudblood! While Severus is basically bullied on a daily basis.

You guys got to see Severus's good and bad things! Like him "bullying" children, but saved the wizarding world. Literally, maybe he targeted children, but so did Minerva! Minerva literally targeted Neville and locked him outside of the Gryffindor common room when there's an apparent psycho killer, and humiliated him infront of everyone! But we all never see that because we are in Harry's POV, she favours him—she only took points and she was apparently fair because Harry's BIASED!!! Just like how all Slytherins are portrayed because of Hagrid and Ron!!! She favours Gryffindor just like how Severus favours Slytherin, except she takes big points away (which is from Gryffindors she doesn't like) and when she's infront of the professors!

Severus is a morally grey character, and Regulus? We basically time skipped him, we skipped all of the bad things he has done while we never skipped Severus's, that's why you don't have a bad opinion about him, but really! In the Marauders timeline, Regulus was a Voldemort fanboy while Severus literally had stuff happening.

This is why you don't hate James Potter, you guys basically skipped HIS timeline and moved to Harry's, which Severus is portrayed to be this big bad bully until DH! And that's why Harry "Snape's #1 Biggest Hater" Potter's vision changed to "Snape's #1 Biggest Defender", just like how his vision changed from "My father is a great man" to "I fucking hate my own father".

But you guys are so deep into these fanfics like CR (Crimson Rivers) or ATYD (All the Young Dudes) that you all forget about canon lore! He physically assaulted, sexually assaulted, and mentally exhausted Severus! We're not throwing the SA word around, because lets think of this:

———

Lily let out a stream of mixed swearwords and hexes, but her wand being ten feet away, nothing happened.

“Wash out your mouth,” said James coldly. “Scourgify!”

Pink soap bubbles streamed from Lily’s mouth at once; the froth was covering her lips, making her gag, choking her —

“Leave her ALONE!”

James and Sirius looked around. James’s free hand jumped to his hair again.

It was one of the boys from the lake edge. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders and startlingly onyx eyes.

“All right, Snape?” said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.

“Leave her alone,” Severus repeated. He was looking at James with every sign of great dislike. “What’s she done to you?”

“Well,” said James, appearing to deliberate the point, “it’s more the fact that she exists, if you know what I mean...”

Many of the surrounding watchers laughed, Sirius and Wormtail included, but Lupin, still apparently intent on his book, didn’t, and neither did Severus.

“You think you’re funny,” he said coldly. “But you’re just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave her alone."

Behind her, the Impediment Jinx was wearing off. Lily was beginning to inch toward her fallen wand, spitting out soapsuds as he crawled.

“Bad luck, Prongs,” said Sirius briskly, turning back to Evans. “OY!”

But too late; Lily had directed her wand straight at James; there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’s face, spattering his robes with blood.

James whirled about; a second flash of light later, Lily was hanging upside down in the air, her robes falling over her head to reveal skinny legs and a skirt.

Many people in the small crowd watching cheered. Sirius, James, and Wormtail roared with laughter. Severus, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though he was going to smile, said, “Let her down!”

“Certainly,” said James and he jerked his wand upward. Evans fell into a crumpled heap on the ground.

Disentangling herself from her robes, she got quickly to her feet, wand up, but Sirius said, “Petrificus Totalus!” and Lily keeled over again at once, rigid as a board.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Severus shouted. He had his own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.

“Ah, Snape, don’t make me hex you,” said James earnestly.

“Take the curse off her, then!”

James sighed deeply, then turned to Lily and muttered the countercurse.

“There you go,” he said, as Lily struggled to her feet again, “you’re lucky Snape was here, Evans —”

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like him!" (Severus is canonically a Mudblood because he has dirty blood—Muggle blood)

Severus blinked.

“Fine,” he said coolly. “I won’t bother in future. And I’d wash your skirt if I were you, Evans.”

“Apologize to Snape!” James roared at Evans, his wand pointed threateningly at her.

“I don’t want you to make her apologize,” Severus shouted, rounding on James. “You’re as bad as she is.”

“What?” yelped James. “I’d NEVER call you a — you-know-what!”

“[...], walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can — I’m surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK.”

He turned on his heel and hurried away.

“Snape!” James shouted after him, “Hey, SNAPE!” But he didn’t look back.

“What is it with him?” said James, trying and failing to look as though this was a throwaway question of no real importance to him.

“Reading between the lines, I’d say he thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate,” said Sirius.

“Right,” said James, who looked furious now, “right —”

There was another flash of light, and Evans was once again hanging upside down in the air.

“Who wants to see me take off Evans’s skirt?”

———

Now, let's see if this isn't messed up. This is humiliating! Why did Severus leave his female best friend when she was being PA'd and SA'd by a male! Why did he take out his wand too late? Why is he such a coward?

Gender roles do matter in this context, no matter if Severus considers this as SA or not, it's SA and he got his pants stripped down, but it doesn't matter, he's a boy isn't he?

If this was Lily, everyone would care, but no! It's greasy, slimy, old Snape, and he's a boy.

Sirius nor James used dark spells, but they were pretty much using hexes so it doesn't matter—they are basically baby DE bullies but Gryffindors.

Stop attacking Severus and start thinking about this, because he was just a boy.

A lot of people (Not all) cared for Harry when Myrtle basically tried to SA him, why not Severus? He was stripped infront of the whole school! (Not invalidating Harry's trauma), this is just so messed up.

[raphael-angele]

The Gift

POV: It's Regulus' birthday and he's opening presents at the breakfast table.

Regulus: Okay, so far I got a journal that cannot be opened unless I'm the one holding it; thank you, Evan. The Cain's Jawbone book; thank you, Barty. A brand new stationary set; thank you, Pandora. And a silver snake ring that has a needle that injects poison to whoever it punctures; thank you, Dorcas.

Pandora: Happy birthday, Reg.

Evan: Happy birthday, buddy.

Barty: Yeah, yeah, yeah, happy birthday and all that. So which one is your favorite?

Dorcas: You kidding? I win by a mile.

Evan: Oh, I almost forgot *pulls out a small box* This is from Potter.

Dorcas: Why was James Potter giving you a gift for Regulus?

Barty: And why was he with you in the first place?

Evan: Calm down. We bumped into each other in the halls and he asked me to give it to Reg.

Regulus: *opens the box* oh wow.

Pandora: What is it?

Regulus: *shows it to Pandora*

Pandora: Aww, that's so cute.

Barty: What is it?

Pandora: It's like an small pin of the golden snitch but instead of a ball, it's shaped like a star.

Regulus: *reads the note* "Still can't believe I caught you. JP"

Dorcas: Aw, Now that's just romantic

Barty: If Potter wanted to be romantic, he'd realign the stars to say, "I am untterly, undoubtedly, and deeply in love with Regulus Arcturus Black. I say with with sound mind and body. Love, James Potter"

Regulus, putting the pin on his robe: So whose gift is that one? *points to a box*

Everyone:

Regulus: ...no one?

Evan: *inspects* Well, it's addressed to you. And it says Happy Birthday. Maybe it's from your parents?

Regulus: Unlikely. Give it? *takes the box* Really nothing written on here.

Barty: Open it.

Regulus: *opens it and gasps*

Dorcas: What is it?

Regulus: *looks over at the Gryffindor table* Nothing *packs up the gifts, stands and leaves* Thanks for the gifts.

At the Gryffindor table:

Sirius: Hey, the birthday boy himself.

James: Oh, hi, babe.

Regulus: Hey. Sirius, a word? *they move a bit farther away*

Sirius: So what's up? Did you need something?

Regulus: The gift.

Sirius: Yeah? What about it?

Regulus: ...help me put it on?

Sirius: ...*smiles softly* Yeah, okay.

In the bathroom:

Sirius: You okay in there?

Regulus: *comes out of the stall with a roll of bandage*

Sirius: What do you think?

Regulus: *runs his hands through his torso, looks at the mirror and turns to the side*

Sirius: It's not too tight right? I think I hooked it on the right row.

Regulus: *cries*

Sirius: *goes up to him* Hey, hey, c'mon, don't cry. It's okay. What's wrong? Is it too small? Does it hurt?

Regulus: *shakes his head* No. It's perfect.

Sirius: Aww, I'm glad. Feels better right?

Regulus: Mhm.

Sirius: *sighs* I told you to stop using bandages to bind. You're gonna hurt yourself.

Regulus: I didn't have a binder to use.

Sirius: Well now you do. And this is a lot safer and comfier. Right?

Regulus: *nods*

Sirius: Yeah. Now, you have to promise me that you won't wear it for too long. If I find out that you've been binding longer than what's safe, I'm confiscating them. Understand?

Regulus: Mhm. I promise

Sirius: Okay.

Regulus: *hugs Sirius tightly* Love you

Sirius: *kisses the top of his head* Love you, too. Now, let's get you to class.

[marauder-misprint]

Flirting

Series Masterlist

Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader

2k words

cw: fluff

Regulus is waiting for you when you get back. You don’t really want to discuss his last question. You try to sneak past him to the girls’ dormitories.

“I need an answer,” he calls out, making his stop in your tracks. 

You weren’t in trouble. You couldn’t be in trouble. But that didn’t make you feel any less in trouble. The feeling of dread was already settled in your stomach as you made your way to the couch, retaking your place from earlier in the evening.

“Yes?” you ask, playing dumb. 

“Do you. fancy. Sirius?” he asks, speaking in a rhythm.

“I… I don’t think so?” Your face twists in your evident confusion of how you did feel for his brother.

“You don’t think so?” His disbelief is laced in his voice. “How do you not know?”

You blush and look away from Regulus. You knew you were bound to discuss this at some point with Sirius acting… however he was acting. 

“I mean, is he attractive? Yes, but I’d say the same thing about you and we’re just friends. He’s a semi-decent conversation and occasionally funny. But I don’t think it goes anywhere beyond that.”

“And those times you came back reeking of him? And disappearing with him at Slughorn’s party?”

You look back at Regulus so he can see you roll your eyes. 

“I’ve explained all of that to you. But what I want to know is why have you never mentioned his dog?”

“He has a dog? Since when?”

You can tell Regulus’ surprise is genuine. 

“Huh. I guess some time between when he ran away and today. Potter told me it was Sirius’ dog that got loose in their common room.” You shake your head. “I’m still fuzzy on why he has his dog here.”

Regulus leans back into the couch more. “Who knows anything about him and what he does? Bastard’s a mystery.”

“Definitely a confusing bloke…”

You move to stand up when Regulus reaches out to grab your arm.

“You think I’m attractive?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

You laugh. “Oh, in your dreams, Black.”

With a smile on your face, you go to bed. Padfoot is on your mind as you drift to sleep. It was surprisingly refreshing to have seen a dog, especially with only being surrounded by cats for so long. 

---

You regret telling Regulus that you thought he was pretty. You had only said it to get him off your back about Sirius. Now, he was using it to tease you. And the worst part was not knowing if he was serious in some of his comments, particularly the more flirtatious ones. You really hope you hadn’t ruined a friendship with a simple comment that was supposed to be about his brother. 

You are walking back to the castle after a quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff when you realize that Regulus hadn’t made a comment about it. You had been with him since breakfast, standing at his side all of the match as he watched intently and made mental notes to bring up to the Slytherin captain later. Then he threw a casual arm around your shoulder, forcing you to match your pace more exactly to his.

“You know, I hear muggles give their girls their extra jerseys to wear on game days. I could, ah, give you mine next week.”

You physically exaggerate your eye roll.

“Anndd there it is!” you sigh. “No, Black. You’re pretty, but no.”

Regulus chuckles and squeezes your shoulder.

“But I’m pretty!”

“And an increasing pain in my ass,” you retort, making his chuckle turn into a fuller laugh. 

“Could be your pain.”

“Eh. I’ll pass.”

A few Slytherins around you ooh’d. Both you and Regulus roll your eyes while looking at each other with small smiles. Just as you didn’t know how serious Regulus was being, most of the Slytherins had no clue why Regulus was suddenly flirting with you semi-ardently. They knew he took you to Slughorn’s party, but that was about it. He was a private person. So for all they knew, you two had been dating for a while and keeping everything on the down low. As his teasingly flirtatious remarks occurred in more public places, you gained more attention for it.

And now Sirius had overheard. The Marauders weren’t too far behind you and Regulus as they left the pitch after the match. Regulus wasn’t necessarily quiet with his comment, nor were you with your response. He didn’t miss how comfortable you looked under his arm nor how at ease you were around him. Sirius narrows his eyes with a frown. He didn’t bother hiding that he was watching you; the boys knew he would be. Ever since you bonded with Padfoot, his obsession with you increased tenfold. 

“Did you all hear what she said?” Sirius asks as they reach their usual spot at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

“When?” James responds lazily, as if he’s already bored with the conversation before it’s started. “I’d ask who but you know.”

“As we were walking back, Prongs. She was talking to Regulus.”

“Can’t say I recall.”

“Well! Sounded like Regulus was flirting and she was turning him down. But! Oh, but, but, but! She called him pretty. If she thinks Regulus is pretty, that means I got to be pretty too, right?” Sirius rants, excitement filling his voice. “We got that singling resemblance!”

“Your family is literally inbred. Yes, you two look alike,” Peter says.

“Careful, Wormtail,” Sirius glares at him. “Watch what you say.”

“Just speaking the truth.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and turns back to James to continue his theories about turning you into a Sirius person. 

---

His plan ended up similar to being something that Peter had suggested a while ago: talk to her, ask her out. Heavy flirting is what Sirius was going for. His usual level of charm needed to be cranked up. Remus was the only one who wasn’t a huge fan of this and he let Sirius know. He suggested that Sirius just talk to her and try to spend time with her without being too imposing. Sirius, however, believed that wouldn’t get him the results he needed so he went with his gut. 

He follows you out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the last class of the day. James, Remus and Peter were already heading back to Gryffindor Tower. Sirius is glad that you’re only with Dorcas; if you had been with any of your other friends, he might have backed down, postponed his plan until you were alone.

“Dorcas, mind if I steal her for a moment?” he asks as he catches up with you.

Dorcas gives you a curious look. She doesn’t respond right away as the two of you have a nonverbal conversation. You were trying to get it across to her that you did not want to be left alone with Sirius right now, unsure if you could keep your temper. But when a wicked grin spread on her face, you knew you were doomed.

“If you tell me the password. I’ll go hang with Marls.”

You groan as Sirius smiles and tells her the new password. You cross your arms and turn toward Sirius once she is gone.

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to confirm that you know how beautiful you are.”

You let out a noise of surprise that was similar to a snort. This boy was certainly full of surprises. 

“Um, thanks?” There was a tightness in your chest that you couldn’t quite describe.

“And, that Protego totalum you cast in class? Perfect.”

“Yeah? And my potion from class this morning? Impeccable, I’m guessing.”

Sirius isn’t a fan of how quickly you caught onto his flattery. Usually his charm got him a bit further. 

“Actually, yes,” he says, trying to save the little progress he thought he was making. “I’ve told you that you’re brilliant before, haven’t I?”

You shrug and shake your head. “I don’t remember.”

He hums.

“So what did you want? Or did you send Cas away so you could compliment-bomb me?”

“You, me, Hogsmeade this weekend. Butterbeers on me.”

You bark a laugh and try to turn it into a cough, but it’s too late. He heard the mirth of the noise.

“What?” he asks, sounding a bit hurt by your immediate reaction.

“Black, don’t be ridiculous. We both know it’d be a waste of our time.”

“Would it, though? I’ve enjoyed myself around you.”

You run a hand through your hair. You take a moment to figure out how to respond to him. It wasn’t Regulus. You couldn’t turn him down with a simple laugh and continue on. But there also wasn’t really a friendship to preserve under the refusal. Then you remember Padfoot.

“I won’t go on a date with someone who abandons their dog in their house’s common room.”

“What?”

You scoff. “Padfoot? Did Potter not tell you?”

Sirius shook his head, trying to not let you see that he was playing dumb. Of course he knew. He is Padfoot but you didn’t know that. Couldn’t know that and wouldn’t know that, not unless things took a dramatic turn for the better. 

“Your dog, the one you let run rampant in Gryffindor Tower. Dorcas was sent to get me because apparently he wasn’t listening to anyone. The common room was a mess when I got there. First years were terrified. I got him to settle and then waited for you to come back. I waited for probably over an hour. Where the hell were you that you couldn’t watch your dog?” You pause ever so briefly before continuing without his answer. He had opened his mouth to respond, but you spoke over whatever excuse he had. 

“You know, actually, I don’t care. It’s less of an issue where you were. The real issue is why is Padfoot at Hogwarts? Dogs aren’t allowed here! You have lessons! Homework! You can’t possibly care for a dog right now! Why isn’t he at the Potters? Or boarding? Or somewhere, I don’t know… Your cousin from Slughorn’s party? Could she watch him?”

Sirius has the decency to look a little remorseful. He’s looking at the ground like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“Well?” you ask impatiently. 

“He’s usually at the Potters’ but you like dogs so-” Sirius starts to say.

Your incredulous laugh cut him off.

“Do not make this about me somehow,” you chastise him. 

“But it was for you.”

“If it was for me, from you, why weren’t you there?” 

“I… I had to be somewhere else.”

You roll your eyes and mutter under your breath, “Un-fucking-believable…”

“It’s true!” he practically begs, grabbing hold of the sides of your arms to keep you from turning away from him. “You have to believe me that if I could’ve been around to see your face when you saw a dog at Hogwarts, I would have been.”

“Whatever, Sirius.”

“Will you consider Hogsmeade? Please? Doesn’t have to be this weekend,” he asks, voice pleading. He’s also giving you puppy dog eyes, which he does with an uncanny likeness. 

“Why would I do that?”

Sirius stares at you.

“Because I brought a dog to Hogwarts for you.”

“Because I’m a dog person?”

He lets out a nervous laugh. He goes to scratch the back of his neck as he shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Yeah. And you liked Padfoot, so obviously I have a good taste in dogs.”

“I like all dogs. Except for the one in front of me right now.”

“All I’m asking for is one real date. No drunken shenanigans. No smoking unless you want to. Just The Three Broomsticks and anything you want from Honeydukes.”

You cock your head. “Honeydukes? Upping the ante, I see.”

He laughs more confidently now. “Remus could kill me if I took a trip to Hogsmeade without him and didn’t return with some kind of chocolate.”

“How about this…” you say, biting your upper lip, “if you can convince Regulus that us going on a date is a good idea, I’ll go. If you can’t, I don’t have to.”

Sirius’ face lights up more than you thought it would. You thought the idea was impossible so why did he suddenly look so hopeful.

“You’re on, sweetheart,” he says. “Be ready for Hogsmeade this weekend.”

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[prythiansprincess]

snow on the beach.

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

request: can you write some cuddles with theo? maybe he’s comforting reader, or maybe reader is comforting him, but this boy need some love pretty please.

song inspiration: snow on the beach by taylor swift.

author's note: as soon as i saw the gif by the lovely @dramaticals, i knew that i had to write a piece with it as the cover. get in, babes. we're simping for theodore nott.

The snow fell softly over Hogwarts, covering the castle with ice and frost. From the beach, Theo watched as the flurries glittered against stone and spire and frowned as the cold seeped into his bones. Underneath him, the Black Lake was frozen solid yet crystal clear. It might’ve been unwise to venture out so far from the shore, but Theo welcomed the clarity of the cold. 

The cigarette cradled between his slender fingers provided some much needed warmth, the nicotine filling his lungs and dulling his senses as he released a cloud of smoke into the air. Spread-eagled on the ice, Theo sprawled out like a snow angel, blinking away the snowflakes as it gathered on his lashes. 

Beyond the treeline, Theo glimpsed his friends chasing each other on their brooms. A loud cackle echoed from the Forbidden Forest as Mattheo hurled a snowball at Draco. Enzo and Regulus cursed as they narrowly dodged the attack, racing away from Mattheo as he laughed maniacally, clearly relishing his reign of terror. On any other day, he would’ve been flying right along his mates, but today was different. 

The boys could sense it as well. All morning, Theo had been distant and distracted. He barely participated in the conversations happening around him during lunch. When he turned down Mattheo’s invitation to play quidditch in the snow, his mates took the hint that Theo really just wanted to be alone.

So here he was, smoking in the freezing cold and hoping that the frigid air would provide a moment of reprieve from the complicated thoughts and emotions swirling within him. For his efforts, Theo was rewarded with a sore arse and a growing migraine pulsing behind his eyes. In other words, he was truly shit out of luck.

There was no escaping today. 

A soft shuffling beckoned his attention, but it wasn’t necessary for Theo to turn around to know who the steps belonged to. He could identify his best friend by sound alone. You always walked with purpose. Judging by the decisive click of your boots against the ice, Theo could tell that you were on a mission. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you came into view, your cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. 

With a hand on your hip, you cocked your head at Theo and posed a question in your usual no-nonsense tone. “Would you like some company or would you prefer to brood alone?” 

Theo looked up from his cigarette, biting back a smile. You were always straight to the point. Never one to mince words. Theo liked that about you. 

“I don’t mind the company if it’s you, principessa.” 

A soft smile graced his face as you transformed your robe into a blanket, laying it on the ice and beckoning him to move. Theo happily obliged and attempted not to chuckle as you fussed over him, clearly biting back on lecturing him on the dangers of catching hypothermia in this weather. You placed your bag underneath his head before laying beside him in the cocoon of fabric. 

Without a word, you tapped your shoulder. His heart warmed at the familiar gesture as he leaned against you. A sigh of satisfaction slipped past his lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and easing all the tension from his body. 

“What are you doing out here?” Theo asked as you toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You hate the cold.” 

“I do, but I don’t hate you.” 

Theo nuzzled against your neck, humming softly as the warmth of your skin soothed his senses. “I missed you at breakfast. Thought you were sleeping in, so I didn’t bother to wake you up.” His mouth quirked in amusement. “We both know what happens when your sleep is interrupted.”

“I’m not that bad,” you said sheepishly. 

“The last time I tried to wake you up before noon on a weekend, you threw a slipper at my head.” 

“I thought you were an intruder.” 

“Mhm,” Theo murmured against your shoulder. “That explains why you yelled, ‘Leave me alone, Theodore!’ after physically assaulting me.” 

By the way you shifted beside him, Theo knew you were rolling your eyes fondly. “For your information, I woke up bright and early this morning to head to Hogsmeade.” 

“Has hell frozen over?” Theo asked dramatically, furrowing his brows as he looked up at you. “The Y/N I know wouldn’t be caught dead in all this snow. Especially not without stealing at least three of my hoodies before stepping foot out of the castle.” 

You chuckled, brushing a strand of wavy hair away from his eyes. “Contrary to what you may believe, I’m not completely helpless without you. I bundled up and braved the snow to pick up a package from the post.” 

“I wish you would’ve told me, dolcezza. I would’ve gone to the village with you.” 

“That’s sweet of you, Teddy. But it was a quick trip and I managed fine on my own.”

Theo grumbled with displeasure, but rested his head on your shoulder once more. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, just soaking up each other’s company. You were clearly aware that something was on his mind, but you didn’t push. You knew that Theo would talk if and when he was ready. It was one of the many things he appreciated about you. Whenever you were together, there was never any need to fill the silence. Even without words, you could read him like a book. 

After a while, Theo put out his cigarette and turned over to face you. You smiled as he scooted closer and breathed in your strawberry shampoo. He brushed the snowflakes off of your cheek, but more fell to take their place. 

“How did you know I’d be out here?” 

“For reasons I will never understand, you love the cold. You said it helps you think clearly,” you replied, tracing the moles and freckles that littered his skin like constellations. “I figured you had a lot on your mind. I imagine the anniversary is a rough day for you.” 

Theo blinked in surprise. Though you told each other nearly everything, Theo had never disclosed the anniversary of his mother’s death. He rarely spoke about her to anyone. Even after ten years, the loss still made his heart feel hollow. 

“You know what today is?” He asked in a small, quiet voice. 

You nodded in confirmation. “Your nonna mentioned it in her last letter. I know you usually like to be alone to remember her, but I wanted to at least check up on you.” 

There was an ache in his chest as he met your concerned gaze. You placed your hand above his heart and rubbed over the spot like you knew how heavy of a load it was to carry. Theo’s fingers gently closed around yours. 

“I’m glad you did.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly. “All these years? I would’ve liked to be there for you.” 

There was a hint of pain in the edges of your voice as though robbing you of the ability to comfort him physically hurt. Knowing you, it probably did. You cared so deeply and loved so fully. It was just the type of person that you were. It was what drew him to you in the first place. 

“I didn’t think I could,” he admitted truthfully. “After my mum died, my father never spoke about her again. He just acted like the day of her death never happened. For him, it was just another normal day and not the day that I lost half of myself. My father said it was weak to show emotion, so I never did. I had no choice but to be strong, so I am.” 

Theo closed his eyes and attempted to tamper down his emotions. When he opened them again, he was met with your heartbroken expression. A pang of guilt struck his heart like an arrow. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you. Seeing you in pain was worse than enduring the Cruciatus curse and Merlin knew he had plenty of experience in that regard. Thanks to his cruel, ruthless father. Theo started to apologize, but startled when you cradled his face in your hands, your gaze full of bravery and determination. 

“Emotions don’t make you weak, Teddy. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to grieve and rage and cry. You don’t have to be so strong all the time.” 

The words struck him to his very core. It had never occurred to him to let his armor fall. He wasn't aware that was even an option. All his life, Theo thought that repressing every ounce of emotion was the only way to cope with his mother’s death. He wasn’t granted permission to speak of her, much less grieve over her. Self-preservation had been drilled into him even before he was sorted into Slytherin. It was how he survived.

“I don’t?” He asked in a broken whisper. 

“No, you don’t.” You replied, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m here for you and I won’t judge you for being vulnerable.” 

Theo swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I don’t want to weigh you down with my burdens.” 

“You won’t,” you promised. “Whatever heaviness you’re carrying, I’ll carry it with you. You never have to do anything alone, Teddy.” 

The ice in his chest cracked and the armor he so carefully crafted around his heart splintered off into a million tiny pieces. It should’ve terrified him, but instead, all Theo felt was relief. You were giving him a safe space to feel. A luxury that had been ripped away from him the day his mother died. 

“I miss her so much.” 

With those five words, Theo felt the dam break. Years and years of sadness and anger and grief washed over him like a tidal wave, flooding his heart with the intensity of it all. The rush of the current would have wiped him out entirely if it hadn’t been for your arms wrapping around him, holding him to the present like an anchor. Theo clung onto you for dear life and sobbed. 

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He cried until the front of your sweater was soaked with his tears. He cried until his throat was raw from screaming. He cried until his eyes were bloodshot and red and as heavy as lead. Through it all, you hugged him tightly, holding him against you firmly as you rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. 

“It’s okay, Teddy. Let it out. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Theo gripped the back of your sweater, bunching up the fabric between his fingers as he unleashed ten years worth of grief out into the open. You didn’t balk at any of it. The two of you had weathered the good, the bad, and the ugly together and none of it had scared you off. Theo believed you when you said that you weren’t going anywhere. To you, it was a sacred promise. One that you had kept faithfully since the day you met him. 

“I’m here for you,” you declared in reassurance, rocking him back and forth. “I always will be.” 

He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like you. During times like these, Theo was convinced that you were his guardian angel. A gift from above to offset all the shit and misery that life brought. It was cathartic to cry in the arms of the girl he loved because he knew that you would hold him as he fell apart and put him back together in a way that only you could. 

After what seemed like ages, Theo finally looked up. With a sniffle, he watched with an awestruck expression as you wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed his forehead. 

“I got something for you,” you whispered softly. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I think it might help. It’s a way to commemorate the loss of your mother, but to also honor the happy memories that live on in your heart.” 

You fished around in your bag and pulled out a small paper lantern. As you held it in your hands, it glowed as though enchanted. 

“Back home, we light these lanterns and release them to honor the loved ones we’ve lost. I asked my mum to mail me one and it just arrived in the post this morning. Special delivery.” 

Just when Theo thought he was all out of tears, a fresh wave crashed over him. He was the reason why you’d trudged out in the snow and frost so early in the morning. To pick up the most thoughtful gift that anyone has ever given him. Theo couldn’t help but bawl. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh no. I didn’t mean to upset you. We don’t have to do it if you want to. I can send it back—“

Theo shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s perfect. It’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you. For writing to my crazy old nonna and letting me get snot all over your favorite sweater and turning a shit day less shitty. Thank you so much, Y/N.” 

You smiled, brushing his waves back. “You don’t have to thank me, Theo. I’d do anything for you. That’s what you do for the people you love.” 

His breath caught in his throat. Theo looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “You love me?” 

“With every fiber of my being.” 

Before he knew it, Theo was crying again, but this time it was happy tears. He leaned in, cradling your face in his hands just like you always did to him, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was so soft and so gentle, like he was afraid that you might disappear. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he declared with certainty. Theo loved you like the moon loved the sun. He loved you like the shadows loved the stars. You were the light that he’s been waiting for in the darkness. “I think my mum would’ve loved you too.” 

You smiled, intertwining your fingers together and kissing his knuckles. “I wish I had the chance to meet her.” 

“You still can,” Theo said with a smile. “Will you show me how to light the lantern, cara mia?” 

After you showed him how to enchant the lantern, Theo was able to light it by himself. The lantern glowed in his hands as he looked over at you. “What’s next?” 

“Usually, we say a few words to honor the dead. It can be as short or as long as you’d like.” Theo swallowed thickly. He seemed to be grappling with his thoughts, searching for the right words. You grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed. “There’s no right or wrong way to do it. As long as it comes from the heart. Don’t be scared, Teddy. I’m right here.” 

Theo nodded, smiling softly as he squeezed back. He composed himself for a moment and stared at the lantern. 

“Ciao, mamma. It’s Teddy. Today was really hard. It’s been ten years since I lost you, but I still feel you everywhere. I miss you a lot. I’m sorry that I never talk about you. Even now, it still hurts. But I’m learning that sometimes you just have to let yourself feel the pain. That it’s okay to let other people in and let them carry the burden with you. I’m lucky, mamma. I have nonna and my cousins and my mates. I have Y/N. She takes care of me. She always asks me about my day. She remembers every little thing I tell her, like the fact that I hate crusts on my sandwiches and pineapple on pizza.” 

You chuckled as his nose scrunched up in disgust. The sincerity of it all made your heart feel like it was overflowing with love for this beautiful boy. “She’s always bossing me around and fussing over me, but I secretly love that she cares so much. She’s got such a big heart, mamma. I’m lucky to even occupy a small portion of it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got Y/N to watch over me. I love you and I miss you. I promise I’ll talk about you more. Ci vediamo, mamma.” 

Your eyes welled with tears as Theo released the lantern. He turned to you, wiping a tear away. “Hey, none of that,” he teased. “I’ve cried enough for the both of us tonight, love.” 

“I’m sorry. That was just so beautiful. I’m so proud of you, Teddy. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were so brave.” 

He leaned down to kiss your temple. “Couldn’t have done it without you, cara mia.” 

Theo laced his fingers through yours and tugged lightly. “Now come on, dolcezza. Let’s get inside where it’s warm. I know you’re dying to lecture me about being out in the cold for this long.” 

You chuckled, not even the least bit surprised at how well Theo knew you. 

Later that night, after the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and snuggled underneath your warm blankets, you listened as Theo told stories of his mum. You laughed when he recounted the time his mum hexed Lucius for stealing her shampoo in third year. You cried when he recalled the way she’d always let him curl up in her bed after a nightmare, singing him to sleep and soothing her Teddy. 

In one night, the memories that he kept locked away in his heart for ten years came spilling out of Theo. You soaked up every detail like a sponge, hanging onto his every word. The sun was rising by the time he exhausted himself, but he felt so much lighter than he ever had. With your arms wrapped tightly around him, Theo knew that he was loved beyond measure. He could feel the affection and devotion radiating between you, like an invisible string that tied the two of you together.

As you spooned him, Theo grinned and kissed your fingertips. “Thank you for letting me talk about my mum. I’ve never told anyone any of that before.” 

“What makes me so special?” 

Theo turned over and smiled. “You make me feel safe,” he whispered in the darkness. You teared up at his words, knowing how hard it was for Theo to let his guard down. The fact that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you was a privilege that you’d never take for granted. “You take all my fucked up, broken pieces and put me back together again. With you, I feel whole.” 

“It doesn’t matter how many times you fall apart, Teddy. I will always be here to pick up the pieces.” 

“Me too,” Theo murmured sleepily. He leaned over and kissed you, soft and sweet and pure. Your heart ached for him. You were convinced that your soul would’ve searched through infinity and back just to find him. “That’s what you do for the people you love.”

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some moonwater nsfw for fun:

“Have you heard from Remus today?” Peter asked, fiddling with his keys as James bent down to tie his laces tighter. The last thing he needed was to eat shit on the way to the pub. Sirius would never let him live that down.

“He said he wasn’t feeling social,” James told him, “you know how he is. Prefers staying in.” They both glanced down the hall to Remus’ room, hoping he was feeling better.

“Should we ask him if he wants paracetamol or something? What if he has a cold? What if it spreads!?” Peter’s eyes went wide but James just snorted.

“Pete, you have the best immune system out of any of us, chill.”

“But I could be a carrier!”

“You’ll be fine, I promise.” James sighed as he stood up right. “Don’t bother Remus, leave him be.” James patted his back and nodded to the door, leaving Peter little chance to turn back now.

“Fine, but I’m buying him some tissues if he starts sneezing.” And they shut the door.

Silence.

A moan.

“Remus, they could still hear—“ Regulus gasped when he felt Remus rub deeper inside him and he slapped a hand over his mouth again, muffling the groan. Remus, lying across his back and looming over him, panted into Regulus’ ear.

“They can’t hear you…promise…please let it out, I want to hear you.” He nuzzled Regulus’ neck and his boyfriend sighed, letting his eyes roll back as Remus’ rocked his hips down. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Mhm.”

“Love.”

“Yes!” Regulus pulled his hands away to grip the sheets, fisting them as Remus reached places inside him he’d never felt before. “Oh god, you’re so deep—“

“I know, I know.” Remus pushed his nose against Regulus’ cheek and groaned. “I’m close.”

“Me too.” Regulus turned his head a little and pulled Remus down by his hair for a kiss, making him buck his hips hard. “Come on, puppy.”

“Oh—“ Remus’ snapped his hips forward again. “I’ll cum if you call me that.”

“Good.” Regulus smiled and Remus couldn’t resist him when he smiled. It felt too good, and being called puppy…it melted him. He moaned and gripped onto his boyfriends hips, fucking him into the mattress properly now that the others were gone. They’d silently been lying like this for almost ten minutes whilst James and Peter tottered about getting ready, and it had been almost impossible to not pound Regulus with how much he had been tightening around him. The fear of getting caught somehow turned him on, and Remus wasn’t complaining.

He liked the thrill of it too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“ Regulus choked out from beneath him and Remus bit his lip as he fucked him a little harder, wanting to feel him go over that edge.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He mumbled and groaned as he felt Regulus start to cum, which immediately triggered his own orgasm. They moved together, rocking and shaking as they slowly came down. Remus’ arms were struggling with his weight and Regulus smiled, gently tugging him back down so he was lying on him again.

“Feel better?” He teased, referring to his friends conversation. Remus chuckled, kissing across Regulus’ shoulders and neck.

“You’re evil.”

“I’m convincing.”

“Fucking when my friends are here is dangerous, you know.” Remus pointed out.

“Like they don’t get laid.”

“They do, but we’re louder.” Remus nipped Regulus’ ear to hear him sigh.

“You are, maybe. I can control myself.” Regulus leaned up for a kiss, knowing Remus would take that as a challenge.

What could he say? He was competitive by nature.