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Hi everyone, hope you're all doing great! I know I've been quite absent on this account lately and I'm so sorry for that, I've had a lot of work to do. I don't know if anyone is waiting for the fanfics in my WIPs' list, but if so, I can ensure y'all that all the fanfics will be written. I have my final exams during the whole week that's coming, but then I've be back on writing! My priorities will be to write the Antinous' request and then to finish Wish You Were A Girl.

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You can only imagine how difficult it is to bloom in a household like the one of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Regulus realized it when he realized he was a man. He understood in this moment life won't be as easy as it always has been planned for him. And deep down he accepted being damned, to never receive the love he deserves, no matter how he craves it. And this is what led him to his loss, the unsufferable and unstoppable need for recognition. To be the hero of the story, for once.

Sirius knew it too. Since he was little, the eldest brother was different. And until the end of time, the boy will be as grateful as he was devastated to not be accepted by his family. He yearned so much to found his place that he abandoned the one who cared. The boy who always wanted to be as courageous as a lion ran away like a coward. And despite his loyalty, the free bird will be locked up by a backstabber.

That was the tragedy of the Black brothers. Because no matter how close they are in the sky, their stars never cross each other. The one who wanted to be remembered will be forgotten. And the one who wanted love will be betrayed.

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Do you still write for Murphy? If so, maybe something x male reader? Maybe angsty/a little dark :] Ty

Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you'll enjoy this, maybe turned out more angsty than you wanted tho - ☆

CW: male!reader, mlm, use of Y/N, mention of death, mention of past violence, angst, memory lost, Jaha being the worst ever, mention of Ontari, free hate on Pick, mention of Clarke, Bellamy being a bestie pookie

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"Hey there," you heard a voice coming from behind you, and you could already see the smirk on Murphy's face. You glance at him as he takes a seat beside you on the ground, the flames' light of the campfire dancing on his face softly. It was a nice evening, and all the teens were outside, chatting, dancing or drinking one of Jasper and Monty's strange mixtures.

"Already tired of Bellamy?" You tease him with a little smile before looking back at the fire; the warmth on your cheeks was soothing you. At your playful words, Murphy rolled his eyes and growled, fakely annoyed.

"Argh, this asshole," he begins, and you already huff through your nose. "He thinks he knows better than everyone," John grumbles and shakes his head. You smirk at his words, "It reminds me of someone," you say mischievously, and Murphy glances at you, amused.

"C'mon, I'm not a smartass like him," he smiled, his tone sugar-coated as he leans his shoulder against you. You roll your eyes playfully and chuckle, "Since I met you during those survival classes, you've never not been a smartass, Murphy."

The latter smirk down at you, obviously liking your little banter, "You remember our first class?" He asked more genuinely now, and you nodded, looking up at him. You remembered everything very clearly, the memories vivid in your mind.

"Yes, you were a brat with everyone, and Pick..." you start but don't dare finish your thoughts, scared that Murphy would close off at the reminder of his humiliation. You often replay Pick's words about Murphy's family in your head, wondering how he must have felt.

"Yes, Pick," Murphy said bitterly, but his expression quickly softened up as he looked at you, "Well, I'm already an open book thanks to this prick, so why don't you tell me more about you? Your family?" He asked with a smirk, but his tone was unusually soft; he obviously wanted to change the topic.

You look down at your feet, contemplating what answers you could give. Murphy was right; his past had been on display for everyone to judge because of Pick. It was only fair that he learn a bit more about you too. "My family... well, my mom died in labour; I grew up with my dad."

You could feel Murphy's eyes on you; it was too intense for you to look back at him, so you kept your eyes on the ground. "How was he?" Murphy asked gently, his voice lower than usual. "Invisible, empty like a ghost. He never got over my mom's death," you reply quietly.

You suddenly felt a hand touching your back in a comforting manner. "Yeah, I know that," he explained, his tone matching the quietness of yours. You didn't reply, but you were grateful for his gesture. You knew if you could confide in anyone, it was Murphy, for your experiences were so similar.

Murphy was easy to confess to, to talk to. He always listened and never judged. And since that conversation around the campfire, you found yourself talking to him way more often. He talked too, telling you about his parents and his life back in the Ark. It felt good to have someone to rely on.

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Murphy was not one to trust easily; that's why when he told you he was going to follow Jaha to this so-called 'City of Light', you were the most surprised. Of course you quickly understood it was not out of dedication but more like another trick to survive.

He had asked you to join the troop, to stay with him. He wanted your pair to stick together and didn't want you to be in trouble with the survivors of the Ark because of what got you imprisoned in the first place. He wanted you to be safe; he had told you that. What he hadn't told you was that he will miss you.

But Kane had already told you you were pardoned for your past crime. And you had found an activity in the army of the camp, along with Bellamy and Lincoln. Plus, you didn't trust Jaha one bit, nor did you trust his City of Light. The guy had just gone mad, you thought.

So you didn't follow John. And so you missed him. A lot. It has been more than six months, and you doubt you will ever see your friend again. You tried not to overthink it, but deep down you had this terrible feeling that he might be hurt or even dead by now. Fortunately, your friends at the camp tried to keep your mind occupied with their presence and your hands occupied with work.

That was until one day, you were working with Raven in your workshop when you both heard noise and hustle coming from the gate of the camp. You look outside to see a crowd forming around someone, and you quickly recognise the man: Jaha. Your eyes widen, and without even waiting for Raven, you storm off from the workshop and rush to the crowd.

"Jaha! Jaha!" You call the former chancellor, and he turns to you, making the crowd open so you could walk to him. Your heart is beating fast with excitement to see your friend again, and with a smile, you approach the man.

"Y/N," he greets you with a calm expression, but you don't notice his oddness, too focused on seeing John. You have trouble hiding your eagerness, but you keep a distance between you and the man nevertheless.

"Where is Murphy? And the rest of the men who came with you?" You ask impatiently, and you hear a few other people in the crowd approving your question. Jaha stays unflappable as he looks at you up and down, his expression thoughtful.

"Dead, they all died on our travel. What a shame, they would have survive in the City of Light," he spoke calmly without even a hint of sadness or regret. Or respect. There are a few gasps and whines among the crowd, but you don't react. You don't believe him. Murphy was the cockroach; he couldn't die. Right?

Though the former chancellor turns to you with a somewhat solemn tone, "I am sorry," and that's when the cold truth hits you. It strikes, and you feel your knees getting weak. Dead? Murphy never dies. He had survived being hanged, beaten, sick, and tortured just to die for some fantasy?

"Hey!" Raven calls out for you, her hand finding your shoulder as she drags you back in the quiet workshop. You were in shock, and the more you realised the truth, the more you felt sad and guilty for not forcing him to stay here. But most of all you felt angry, desperately furious.

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The days pass, and it's been more than a week since you learnt about John's death.

You sought revenge; you wanted Jaha to pay. You wanted to kill him like he killed your friend. That is why you approach him one day at the bar of the camp. He was drinking and talking alone, like most of the time.

You sit at his table, and his eyes turn to you, surprised but also amused and almost satisfied. "Ah, Y/N," he smiled at you calmly, like always, and pushed his drink to you. "Fancy a drink maybe? You don't look so good."

Your jaw clenches. "You killed him," you muttered, your eyes dark and your fists clinging to the balustrade on your lap. "Who? Ah, John, no, I didn't kill him; it was his destiny to die for the cause." Jaha smiled, and you swear you could jump on him right here and now. You hadn't slept very well since the news of Murphy's death, and you hadn't eaten very well either.

Jaha eyed you up and down again, like he had done when he came back, taking in your bloodshot eyes and the dark circles around them. You looked weak and at the same time driven by your hate. "You're in pain, young man," he then commented with a hum, "I can help you, you know?"

At his words you frown; you didn't mean to, but his words attracted your curiosity, and he could see that. "How?" You asked, and the former chancellor softly chuckled before taking something from his pocket. He opened the palm of his hand and showed you a small chip with the sign infinite on it.

You frown before glancing up at him. "I could take you to the City of Light," he says and leans across the table as if he were telling you a secret. "It will take all your pain and suffering away; no more crying or grief." His eyes were piercing as he was staring at you. His offer was tempting, irresistible even. No more pain? What more could you ask for?

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When Murphy learnt from Clarke that you had taken the A.L.I.E.'s chip, he didn't even think twice before escaping Ontari and going back to Arkadia. He knew exactly what this chip was capable of; he had seen what A.L.I.E. could do, and there was no way he was letting you under the control of this crazy-bitchy-artificial-intelligence.

When he arrived at the camp, still battered and bruised, he saw Bellamy directly and ran to him. Murphy grabbed his friend by the shoulders, rather brutally, making the other boy jump a little. But his eyes widened even more when he saw who was in front of him. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

"Murphy?" Black tried tentatively toward the blood-covered boy. Bellamy had a deep frown on his face as he grabbed Murphy by the elbow to steady him. "You're alive?" he then said in disbelief.

Murphy let out a little scoff, confused. "Yeah, I'm the cockroach, remember?" The joke didn't make Bellamy laugh. Not at all. And that alarmed even more John. "Why?" he asked the black-haired boy, "Bellamy, why should I be dead?" he repeated impatiently when the startled boy didn't reply.

"Because Jaha said you were," Bellamy mumbled, the cogs of his mind working quickly, "He came back months ago and said to everyone that you died on the way to the City of Light," he explains in disbelief.

Murphy's frown deepens. "But I am not dead, and Jaha knows that," he assured Bellamy, and then everything clicked together. "Bellamy", Murphy grabbed Bellamy's arms a bit more tightly than he intended, "Where's Y/N? Clarke said he took the chip; is that true?"

Bellamy nodded, and Murphy sighed in despair as he passed a hand on his face, stepping away from the other boy. "Fuck!" He kicked in a wooden board nearby. His hand was messing with his already dirty hair. "Why did he do that? He never trusted Jaha," Murphy said, confused, as he turned back to Bellamy.

The latter looked at his friend with a sorry expression, "I think he was desperate," he said softly. Murphy let out a bitter laugh at this stupid justification, and Bellamy took a step closer, putting his hand on Murphy's shoulder. "We all thought you were dead, and Y/N couldn't handle it. He was depressed; he didn't eat or sleep." Bellamy tried to explain gently, "I think when he saw a chance to end his pain, he just took it without thinking, and we both can understand his choice."

Murphy was looking down now; the weight of what Y/N, one of the most important people in his life, had to suffer because he didn't come back was heavy on his heart. If he had come back, nothing would have happened. If he wasn't such a coward, Y/N would be fine. Bellamy adds, "At the time we didn't know the chip was dangerous; if we had known, we would never have let him take it."

Murphy dismissed Bellamy's apologies; he didn't have the time for that; he needed to act quickly. "Bellamy, where is he? Y/N, where is he?" he asked seriously, making Bellamy focus on him instead of his feelings. The latter passes a hand on his face before gesturing to Raven's workshop.

Murphy didn't even wait for more instruction as he rushed to the workshop breathlessly and broke down the door, "Y/N?" he called loudly. You turn to him surprised, but seeming mostly unbothered. "Yes?" you ask the man calmly with a smile as you put down what you were doing. At the sight of you, Murphy's expression softens, and he closes the distance between you two.

"Fuck, I missed you; I was so worried," he mumbled as he pulled you in for a hug. Though you don't return the embrace and pull away gently but with a deep frown on your face. You step back and let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?" you ask, confused. John's eyes widen at your words, "It's me, Murphy," he says and takes a step closer. But you only put more distance between you two, holding up your hands. "I don't know any John," you frown, seeming a bit scared by his boldness.

Murphy doesn't see that really; all he can think of is you forgetting him. How is that possible? Could it be A.L.I.E. messing with your mind? He closed the distance put between you, taking your face in both his hands. "Y/N, you need to remember me; we know each other," he pleaded desperately. His gaze holds an intensity that makes your heart somehow beat faster, and you don't feel threatened by him anymore.

"I don't recall you," you murmur, your eyes anchored in his, and you almost feel guilty when you notice his eyes starting to slightly water. "It's the mind chip, darling; she stole your memories," he tells you quietly and lets his forehead rest against yours. Automatically your hands came up to hold onto his forearms. "What?"

"A.L.I.E. is messing with your mind, but you can't let her win, please," he begs you, the despair in his pupils making you shiver, but not in discomfort. "She stole your pain, but it is what makes you you; our traumas built us as we are today." His voice is low and frenzied as his hands on the side of your face grow stronger but not painful at all.

"I didn't – no, I would notice if he had forgotten things," you protest with a frown, shaking your head in denial. The nervousness is growing in your chest, the fear of being a simple puppet. "Oh, you think?" Murphy raises his eyebrows, "Tell me about your parents then. Tell me about your dad, Y/N," he dares you, and suddenly your eyes turn blank. You had a dad; you were sure of that, but you couldn't remember anything about him.

"I – I can't... She stole my memories? How can I get them back?" You start to get out of your fakefully peaceful state; you are starting to wake up and realise the missing holes in your mind. The panic is rising in you as your heart beats faster, and Murphy can feel that. "Hey, hey, it's okay; we'll get them back, darling," he hushes you gently. He takes your hand and puts it on his chest, just above his heart, to make you feel his heartbeat. He then puts his free hand on your heart, making you calm down slowly.

What Murphy didn't expect was that A.L.I.E. was everywhere. She could hear everything and see everyone. And she wasn't going to let one of her soldiers fall into enemy hands. Your brain was a mess of anxiety; the news brought by Murphy messed with the harmony that the chip had brought to your nervous and traumatised mind. She couldn't take back the control, so instead she shut you down, making you black out in Murphy's arms, unconscious.

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You stayed in that state until A.L.I.E. was shut down by Clarke a few times later. And honestly, he preferred that rather than you being transformed into an enemy like Raven. He couldn't have borne having to fight you. Fortunately enough, Clarke shut down the artificial intelligence, freeing at the same time all those who had been under the mind chip control.

Murphy had stayed with you the whole time, wanting to be here when you wake up. And it didn't miss; he was the first thing you saw when you woke up after Clarke pulled the kill switch. "Murphy?" you mumble with a hoarse voice, startling the other boy who was sitting by your bed.

"Yes? Y/N? It's me, yes," he said quickly, kneeling on the floor so that his face was on the same level as yours; a bright smile was across his face. He put a hand on your cheek, stroking your skin softly but with a fond expression. "You remember me?" he asked hopefully.

You nod quickly, as if it was obvious, "Of course I do; I thought you were dead," you say and let out a nervous chuckle as your eyes fill themselves with tears. Murphy scoffs softly before pressing gently his forehead against yours. You put your hand on the back of his head, and he himself starts to tear up.

"I thought I had lost you," you mumble weakly, closing your eyes and making a single tear roll down your cheek. "I thought I had lost you too," he replies with a smile as he wipes away your tear. And without thinking, he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. It felt right, so natural, like it was meant to be from the beginning.

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Hi everyone!

During the writing of WYWAG part 2 I try to wrote the scene of Sirius' fugue from Grimmauld Place from Reggie's pov

Thought I'd share it with you, in waiting of the third part which is in progress!

Hope you'll enjoy it ☆

CW: angst, trans!Regulus, sexism (we're in the 70s), dysfonctional family, Sirius run away, violence, parental abuse, physical abuse

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"Reggie," Sirius' voice was strained as the Black brothers were standing in front of Grimmauld Place, "Let's run away." Regulus turned to look at his brother with an unreadable expression, "What?" his voice emptly and so the older repeated, "Let's leave this family." Regulus looked back to the manor where they grew up, "We already discuss that Sirius, we can't-"

"We can!" Sirius cut him off. Regulus and his brother mention many times leaving the Black house and run away, but this time the younger one could feel Sirius wasn't kidding. And it scared Regulus, "Sirius..."

The latter looked at his brother with a desperate expression, his glacial blue eyes were surrounded by dark circles, "I'm so tired Reggie." The weak voice that held Sirius was so unfamiliar to his little brother that it kinda scared him. The younger boy took a step closer, "Sirius please, don't do that," he tried with hope.

"Come with me Reggie," Sirius ask, like a pleading. Sirius had thought about his decision for a very long time now, he knew he couldn't handle staying in this horror house any longer. But he also knew it wasn't fair to leave Regulus behind, after all his little brother was even more in danger than he was.

He wanted Reg to come with him. He wanted it so bad. He had dreamed of all the things they could do together, all they will be able to become, how happy they will finally be. But nothing ever happens how they are planned.

"No," Regulus answer was clear as water and Sirius could see the resignation in his brother's eyes. "Regulus, please," Sirius begged, coming closer to his brother as his hands instinctively flew to Reggie's shoulders in an attempt to convince him. Though, Regulus' gaze hardened and he pulled away from the eldest, "Stop that. Don't you see what you are doing? This is tearing us apart, Sirius."

"Regulus, no! Don't let them get in your mind, they are the one who are tearing us apart. They are killing us slowly," Sirius sounded so desperate, shouting now as he grabbed Regulus' hands, trying to make him understand. "We have to leave this place, this is our hellhole. This is for us!"

"No! Stop Sirius, please. You are tearing us apart. Again..." Regulus told his brother, his voice shuddering. One was terrified by the thought of living without the other, while the other was terrified of leaving without his brother.

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Once arrived, the tension could be felt in the entire house. His mother's always neated appearence seemed darker than usual. Orion wasn't even to be seen, probably locked up in his office, why would he ever care about his children?

The two brothers entered the living room and then, everything escalated too quikly. Way more than usual. Walburga fummed the second she saw Regulus' hair, understanding he wasn't ready to back down from what she called a fantaisy. She immediately cursed him, matter of fact.

Regulus screams of pain resonnated in the otherwise silent house. "You are a shame," Walburga hissed like she was disgusted by her own child. She was looking down at Regulus' body lay on the floor, her expression cruel as usual.

"It's my life..." Regulus mumble weakly, his hand clenching at his shirt, trying to sooth the burning pain in his chest. "What was that?" His mother asked eloquently with a moking tone, her thin arms crossed and her wand directed at Sirius. Just in case...

"It is my life! What about my life? What about my dreams?" Regulus suddenly shouted at her, his eyes opened wide like a mad man. He was fumming, the pain only enhancing his anger now. However, the sound of his mother's cold scoff drained the color off of his face.

"What dreams, Regulus? Ladies do not have dreams," she mocked Regulus whom body was still on the floor. "They have husbands," she added now more sternly and Regulus felt himself agonizing from the pain both in his body and his soul.

Sirius tried to stood for his brother, but was quikly put back in his place by the voice of the one who gave them birth.

"Crucio!"

Their voices still echoed in Regulus mind, how Sirius was screaming and shouting at their parents all the things he had always wanted to say. Just like Regulus always wished he would have done. Just like he want to do right now.

But he couldn't, he was too weak, agonizing on the wooden floor. All that he could see were the shoes. The shiny shoes of their mother, high heels almost stiletto that goes with her long but thin frame. And Sirius' shoes, big black boots worn out and shabby. But they were slapping against the floor so violently.

"You are no longer my mother, and I am not your son!"

"Sirius Arcturus Black-"

Sirius cutted her off before she could even throw any tantrum, "You are nothing to me, I don't want to be part of this dollhouse anymore!"

"Then get out of here!" Walburga's voice was cold and furious at the same time.

That's when he heard them, Sirius' words that broke his heart forever. "Yes," his voice was the coldest Regulus ever heard, "I am leaving." Sirius statement was the most conrageous thing he ever done, but it was also the most selfish one. And it pained Sirius as mich at it hurted Regulus.

The younger boy was still lay on the floor, his breath take away from him by the violent spell of his mother. He couldn't speak, all he could do was watching Sirius helpless, a single tear in his blue eyes. And when Sirius storm out of the house in the raining, cold night, Regulus let out a strangle whimper:

"Sirius..."

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Fuff: ♧ | Angst: ♤ | Smut: ♡

(Minors do not interact)

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-> Being Human

The Bite ♡ (x reader) - requested

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CW: female!reader, plus size!reader, sexual content, PnV, vampire, bite, mention of death, presence of blood, bloodlust, bite kink?

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You always have been the curious type of person. Probably too much for your own good. And that's how you ended up in this situation.

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It had started few weeks after moving in with Mitchell in a cute little flat. You were both dating each other since few months already and, of course, you knew about his supernatural condition.

You two discuss about his vampirism thousands of times and, at last, you decided to try to go further. It ended up working really well. You were in love with each other and you weren't ready to let some bloodthrist ruin that.

However, after moving together you started to notice Mitchell going out every two weeks or so, in the dark. He always had this dark expression on his face and when he came back he smelled like blood. You knew exactly what happened during those late night walk. You never dare ask anything about it though.

Until one day, when a thought crossed your mind. You knew he didn't kill anybody, most of the time he was going to the hospital to steal blood bags. Yet, you still wondered how it felt to be bitten. To feel teeth sink into your skin and suck your blood out of your veins. It can sound crazy, though it couldn't be worst then living with a vampire. It was a legit question.

"How does it feel for you?" You asked him one day at breakfast. You were stirring your cereal bowl with a spoon, absentmindly. John frowned slightly, half confused and half amused.

"How does what feel, darling?" He replied back to be sure, his usual playful smirk plastered on his lips as he sips his coffee. You look up from your bowl to meet his brown eyes and he could see the genuine curiousity in your eyes.

"Biting someone." You specify a bit too eagerly for Mitchell's like. Since when did you cared about that? You could see him tense a bit at your words but he keeps his smile on.

"Well, it feel good for us vampires. Otherwise we wouldn't do it." He huff slightly embarrassed as he scratch the back of his head. "Does it feel good for the human you bite too?" You then ask in a rush.

At those words you can literally hear John gulping loudly. He sits up on his chair and cough a little, "Hum it- it depends who, y'know? Some like, some don't. But most of the time I don't get lots of reviews from them."

"Why?" You ask dumbly, leaning on the table to be closer to him. He let out a nervous laugh and look away, "Well, because dead bodies don't speak, love," he tells you with a tender tone, amused by your obliviousness. "Oh, yeah," you huff and look away, drowning in your own thoughts. You have always been the type to daydream, Mitchell knew that. But he noticed that you did it more often those days. Almost all the time.

"Hey darling? You alright?" he calls out for you, his eyes searching your attention, a worried frown dug in his eyebrows. You blink a few times and glance at him, your chin resting on the palm of your hand. "I'm fine..." you sigh with a small smile to your boyfriend. The latter's frown deepens at your tone and he raised from his seat to approach you. Mitchell crouched in front of you, taking your hand in his large hands.

"Tell me what's going on inside that head of yours, love. I can see you're overthinking something lately. Tell me what, let me in, please," he beg you desperately and you can see in his eyes the need to know what is wrong. You bite your lips nervously, starting to feel guilty for having him worried so much, "It's nothing really, just wondering about how you feed lately. I know you don't bite poeple anymore, but you did in the past and... I'm just curious about how it feels," you explain, slightly embarrassed.

Mitchell's eyes widen in surprise and he blinks a few times before a small smirk spread across his beautiful features. "To be bitten?" he repeated with some sort of cockiness, his amusement on display. You nod and look away, awkwardly. "I know it's weird, but I-" you were trying to justify yourself but your boyfriend don't let you finish at he cuts you off, "It's not, darling. Not at all," he cups your cheek and lean closer to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"It's normal to be curious," he smirks against your lips, making your cheeks turn pink. He kisses you again, deeper now, his tongue meeting yours and claiming your mouth in a dance for the domination. Like always, it's Mitchell who wins and takes the lead. He grabs your hips and lift you up as you wrap your thighs around his waist.

Before dating Mitchell, you could never have done something like that. Your past partners always making comment about how you were too heavy for them to lift you. But when you started dates John, he quikly showed you that they were the problem, not you. And with his vampiric strengh he had no issue at all to lift you wherever and whenever he wanted.

He doesn't waste any time to lead you two upstairs, his lust playing in his dark eyes. He closes your bedroom door behind him with a kick of his foot before putting you gently on the matress. Though the softness of his moves contrast with the mischievous glint and his knowing smirk.

You let out a giggle when Mitchell leans on you and let a trail of playful kisses along your throat. Your hands clung to a fistful of his shirt, though the fabric quikly disappear as your boyfriend take off his shirt. He lets on display his body for your hungry eyes and you don't hesitate to take off your own clothes. Mitchell's hands on you roam over every inch of your body. He knows it by heart now but he loves it as much as the first time he saw it. "Darling, you're so gorgeous... wanna eat you up," he murmurs in your ear with a low and deep voice before softly biting your earlobe.

His voice, his eyes, his hands, his words, all of this is making youe go crazy. You feel like your body is on fire as you let out a breathless moan when you feel Mitchell's mouth on one of your hardening nipple. Your hands finds their way in his curry hair, lightly tugging on the strands as your back arche and your lips part.

His own hands trail down to your plump thighs, his fingers digging in your flesh so passionately you it will left marks. This thought turn you on even more as Mitchell's face leave a path of kisses and love bites all the way down to your center. He then kisses tenderly each of your inner thighs before finally putting his mouth on your core.

At that moment, it's a symphony of whimpers, moans and groans resonnating in the bedroom. Your eyes are shut tightly and you try to focus of the pleasure you feel, his tongue is doing magic on you as he is playing with your little bundle of nerves. You swear you started to seeing stars as his fingers found your clit. "So wet angel." Your arms wrapped around Mitchell's neck, forcing his body closer to yours. Your head rolled back as the vampire worked his magical fingers against you.

"Mitchell... I'm gonna-" you squirm and arche your back even more, your eyes rolling off. Your boyfriend obly smirks at your words, his tongue and fingers going even quiker, seeking your climax eagerly. You are not long to come after that, youe mind blurry with lust as your let out a breathless moan and a relief sigh.

Mitchell chuckle playful at your state and come up to your face, his soft lips kissing yours in a tender embrace. You can feel his large hand tangling in your hair as you both close your eyes, consummed by the growing passionate kiss. Your hands can't help but show your neediness by pulling at Mitchell's body desperatly.

John giggle at your impatience, leaning closer to kiss softly the tip of your nose. "You're so eager, love," he whispered teasingly in your ear, licking along the edge. Your scream echoed across the dim lighted room as your orgasm hits you.  John's fingers continued to work you through, and when he felt your breath begin to settle, he pinched your clit once more before yanking his fingers from you.

You turned in his arms and began nipping at his neck as he stuck his drenched fingers into his mouth and cleaned them off, "Bloody hell, that's my favourite taste." You snickered against his neck, kissing him deeply again. You sit up, shifting position with Mitchell as you push him on his back. He let out a low groan, his eyes burning with anticipation as you straddle his hips. Your plump thighs surroud him, in this moment he feels in heaven.

Automatically, his large hands finds their place on your waist, "Don't tease me, love." His breath is as heavy as yours as you lean down to kiss him once more, "Shh baby, let me take care of you," then, with Mitchell’s hands on your waist to steady you, you rises up onto your knees again, positions yourself, and slowly starts to sink down onto his cock. John groans as yout wet warmth surrounds him.

"You fucking own me, angel," he moans and bury his face in between your breasts, one of his hand sliding up to your back. Meanwhile, the obscene whimpers you let out fill the whole flat, your own hands gripping Mitchell's shoulders to steady you. You can't help it when your nails dig into his skin but he doesn't mind, the light pain fueling even more his desire.

You keep bouncing on your boufriend's cock; he felt so wonderful inside your core, stretching you out like always, "Your cock feels so good, Mitch." One one your hand goes up to his curly hair, your fingers tangling in them. Mitchell groans, "Come here," he gripped you by the hair at the base of your neck to yank you down for a desperate kiss, which you happily oblige.

His hands returned to his favourite spot on your hips, helping pull you on him in time with his now added thrusts. The whole scene is overwhelming for you but it also feels so good, you struggle to keep your eyes open. "Fuck yes. Tight perfect cunt. So fucking perfect," you boyfriend whisper against your ear lowly and your cunt clench around his cock.

Mitchell moan and turns his unfocused eyes upwards to glance along the beautiful line of your delicate neck. The soft skin of your throat. Suddenly he feels the urge, his teeth tingling in his mouth and he is salivating. He thrusts becomes harsher and quicker, losing their previous steady rhythm.

You notice the change in Mitchell, how he became more tense up and brutal. And you know perfectly what he craves, you crave it too. So with a little moan you tug softly at his hair, "Bite me, please", you breath out with a lustful look in your eyes. Mitchell's eyes became surprised but he quikly grow more and more tempted. Finally, with both his hands on your bare and sweaty back he leans in, "How could I resist such a pretty invitation," he spoke with a carnal tone that made you shudder.

Then, withour further words, he burried his face in the crook of your neck sensually. First, he left some soft kisses, then few loves bite until he dived his white fangs into the soft and sensitive skin of your throat. You let out a moan, but you didn't feel any pain, only a dizzy pleasure who quikly blurried any thoughts in your mind.

All you could do was shut your eyes and moan while Mitchell slowly drank your blood and keep thrusting inside your very wet pussy. At this point you could feel your orgasm approaching quickly and soon found yourself shattering atop Mitchell. You came and the mix of your pussy clenching him mixed with the taste of youe sweet blood on his tongue threw Mitchell above his own release.

He quikly pull away from your neck, his eyes searching for any sign of harm he could have caused you but you just looked on a little cloud. As he pulled out of you, your body went limp on his and Mitchell quikly catches you against his chest. He put his face in your hair and inhaled your scent, "You did so good for me baby, how are you feeling?"

You only hum a little 'fine' and 'I love you', which made Mitchell chuckle tenderly. He wrapped his arms around your body and smoothly lifted you up. Next thing your know, you're in your bathroom, in a warm bath with Mitchell's chest against your back. The warm water chasing away the soreness from your body and lulling you to sleep. You are so out of it that you don't notice Mitchell softly desinfecting the two little spots where he had sank his fangs earlier.

"I love you, my brave girl," he murmurs in your ear softly.

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Here are all my works in progress!

Fuff: ♧ | Angst: ♤ | Smut: ♡

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BUCKY BARNES

College (x reader)

The Lessons ♡ (x reader)

JAMES POTTER

Ready for Quidditch? ♧ (x reader)

How We Cope ♤ (Jily) - probably in several parts

REMUS LUPIN

Toasts ♧ (x reader)

The Commentator (x reader)

REGULUS BLACK

Wish You Were A Girl ♤♡ (StarChaser) - part 3

BARTY CROUCH JR

Princess Treatment ♡ (x reader)

PRINCE CASPIAN

The Voyage of the Heart (Casmund)

ANTINOUS

??? ♤ (x reader) - request

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This post will be updates as soon as possible!

Last update: 16.03.25

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Here is part 1 ☆

CW: ship StarChaser (Jegulus), headcanon trans!Regulus ftm, slow burn, fluff, angst, Walburga being the worst ever, transphobic kind of content, child abuse, Wolfstar implied

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Regulus was a man. He was sure of it since he talked about it with Sirius back in his second year. During this conversation, his brother had admitted that he couldn't picture Regulus as a girl since few years already. It was a relief for both of them.

Since then, Sirius has been a huge support to his little brother - his number one supporter being undeniably the sweet Pandora. The older Black even got the whole school to gender Reggie as a man in less then a week. Popularity has its good sides, had thought Regulus.

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Of course, everything wasn't perfect, nothing can't especially when you come from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Regulus tried to avoid going back to Grimmauld Place during the Christmas holidays but what he couldn't avoid were the summer breaks.

And during the one at the end of his second year Reg found himself going back to his clan with his short hair. Usually he arbored Dora's spells to hide his breasts and change his voice, but of course he wouldn't use them outside the school. Though what he couldn't change was his hair cutted non-magically, Pandora and Barty had told him it was too dangerous to try to grow it back, their magic wasn't powerful enough yet and they could damage his face. Regulus wouldn't risk it.

So he got back to Grimmauld Place with his short hair, a try-to-be confident posture and a wish to be alive at the end of the summer. Obviously, Sirius was by his side, he wanted to. But he was trapped in his bedroom the second Walburga catched a glimpse of Regulus' new haircut. The poor kid was all alone to confront his cruel mother and cold father.

"What happened to your hair, Regulus," the hissing tone of the matriarch gave him chills but he brush them away, his face staring down at the dark wooden floor. His confidence was all vanished as his hands were fidgeting together in his back, "I am sorry mother, I tried a spell that gone wrong," he lied, his throat tightening as he prepared himself for any curse. But all that Walburga did was clicking his tongue and crossing her arms while Orion was looking at Regulus with a disapproving expression.

"Just grow her hair back, I cannot stand to look at her like that," he muttered to his wife before walking away unbothered. Walburga approach Regulus and pulled him roughly in front of the nearest mirror. With a silent incantation and a smooth gesture of her wand Regulus' hair all grow back to their old lenght, but they felt even longer to him. Like lianas trapping him to his old self, his unwanted self. He felt almost sick and he spend the whole summer with his hair attached in a bun.

The second he got back to Hogwarts for his third year, Barty cut back his hair. That was the first time Regulus smiled since two months.

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However, Regulus knew deep down that it wasn't his brother's support, or Barty's protectiveness, or even Dora's reassurence that gave him enough courage to affirm himself entirely. It was James and how he treated him so normally, every time he was around him it was like a relief. And the way he had talked about it since the beginning 'you wouldn't be the first', 'it's cool', it was a glimpse of normality that Reg found himself craving more and more.

So much that he started wanting to spend more time around the Potter. So much that they ended up meeting every two weeks or so at the Astronomy tower. It was always an accident, at least that's what Regulus made James believe. They were sometimes talking, sometimes laughing - especially James -, or sometimes they were just looking at the stars in an appeasing silence.

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Honestly, it's these moments during two years that gave Regulus Black enough courage to stood against the entire Black family. He remember that day very well, it was during the summer 1975, he was fourteen. He remembers how he stood straight on his feet with the pride and confidence of a Black. "I am a man, mother," he affirmed and of course the first answer he got was a moking 'crucio'. The pain was all too familiar as he fell on the floor with a scream.

"You are not a male, Regulus, who put those ideas in your candid mind? Sirius I am sure," she hissed at the name of his brother and he lifted his head with a deep frown. "He has nothing to do with that!" And another curse was thrown at him, pinning him on the ground, his eyes shut and face contorted by the pain.

The torture lasted a dozen of minutes as tears starts to prickle from Regulus' eyes, his jaw clench tightly and his fists close so much that his nails were digging into his palms. "You are a girl Regulus. Say it," he hears his mother's voice ringing in his ears and he let out a low growl. "I am not!" He shouted back at her with the rest of energy he had left, his eyes openned wide like a mad man, "That is not who I am and it never was."

"Then who are you?" She snapped back coldly, her long wand lifted to his face threateningly. And Regulus knew what was coming. Of course, he knew this scene all too well for having played it tones of times in his head. "Your son," he hissed darkly, and despite the pain in his bones he was looking staight at her with his expression stern, almost solemn.

"Crucio!"

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When he went back to Hogwarts on his fourth year, he looked nothing like the proud boy he was when he left it. At his arrival at KingsCross he spotted immediately Barty, Dorcas and the Rosier twins all grouped. Even though he was accompanied by his mother, Sirius was too. He wasn't forced to, but he wanted to stay with is brother.

The younger Black looked small, tired and so much more vulberable than anyone ever saw him. Of course, his hair were back long. But that wasn't the worse, no. What was was the dark dress Walburga forced Regulus to wore. The poor boy was staring at the floor, he felt like he could throw up at the any moment, he felt so un-him.

When he was finally allowed to get in the train, Sirius walked behind him silently but one of his hands were attached to his shoulder comfortingly. He was leading him through the train but not toward any compartment, "Where are you taking me?" He asked with a strangled little voice. "Toilets," was all that his older brother muttered darkly.

Regulus turned to Sirius and that's when he noticed it, he was mad. No, not mad, Sirius was furious. Fumming. His frown was deep and his blue eyes were so dark, Regulus could swear they could actually killed their mother if she was here.

So quikly Sirius pulled Regulus into the nearest toilets, but it wasn't rough not like their mother. No, Sirius has never been rough with his sibling. The older boy openned his own suitcase and grabbed a large shirt of a random muggle rock band that Regulus knew he loved so much. He also took a pants and handed the clothes to his brother, "Put that on."

Regulus didn't protest, he just change his clothes robotically. He felt so numb right now, his eyes staring at the void and for once it was like no thoughts was running in Reggie's mind. It was almost relaxing. Or at least, it would be if he didn't felt this huge, painful pit in his stomach. Like he wanted to throw up but not really. Like he wanted to scream, and shout, and shake his parents violently but, at the same time, just thinking of it was making him tired.

Once Regulus is dressed it is Sirius who put his hair up for him, in a messy rushed bun. Right now, Sirius was ready to do anything to make his little brother feel better honestly. "Hey, do those spells your little friend teach you, yeah?" He told him softly and Regulus frowned a little confused. "Y'know, the whymsical one," Sirius tried to explain.

This made Reg huff through his nose, "Ah, Pandora." Sirius nodded and Regulus grabbed his wand, repeating the incantations. His voice turned more low and deep while his chest flattered. Regulus relaxed a little and Sirius face lighted up, it was the first time he saw the spell being cast - Barty had reacted the same the first time. "What do I look like?" Regulus asked quietly and Sirius smiled, "Like me."

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"She's a smart one your Pandora, y'know? Seems like a good friend too," Sirius had told him while he leaded him through the train, both Regulus and his suitcase in his hands. The younger nodded knowingly at his words and as his brother stopped in front of a compartment, he scratched the back of his head "I should go find them, my friends. They're probably waiting for me."

"Right," Sirius says, his expression flattering a little, "But stay a little with me, they'll come find you," he added, looking up at his little brother with a somewhat pleading expression. The truth was Sirius don't wanted to leave Regulus after what happened this summer. The truth was Sirius knew he'll leave Regulus soon and he felt already so guilty at the thought of letting him to deal with the family. The truth was Sirius wanted Regulus to come with him but how could he ask him that?

So when Regulus nodded his head yes, Sirius felt a wave of relief wash over him. His put his arm around his brother shoulders and they both grabbed their suitcases before entering the compartment where were waiting James, Lupin and Pettigrew.

At the sight of them both entering Remus stood quikly, like he was waiting for Sirius, and the scarred boy took Sirius' suitcase for him to put it up in the rail above their seats. That was strange, definetly. But what was even more was James. He was sat beside Peter, already wearing his uniform. His hair were messy like usual and his glasses were almost tangling from his nose as he was staring at the younger Black.

James couldn't stop looking, Regulus was just looking so much like Sirius with these clothes and his long hair. It was doing something to his heart that he couldn't explain. And in this moment he somehow understood all the people at Hogwarts that were on their knees for Sirius. He thought it was totally normal if they felt even the half of what he is feeling while looking at Regulus right now.

Regulus wasn't in a better state of mind, the sight of the Potter in his white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows was messing with his mind badly. This bastard had even his red tie tangling around his neck and the first button of his shirt openned. Why everytime Regulus catches sight of James is he even more good looking then before?

"Jaw's on the floor, Jamie," Peter whispered not discretly to his friend, softly nudging him with his elbow. And James snapped back at the same moment as Reggie, thanks to Merlin neither did Sirius or Remus noticed anything, too busy talking to each others. Those two were definetly in an odd dynamic, Regulus thoughts to himself before he glanced back at James.

The latter quikly got up and took gently Regulus' suitcase from his hands before placing it next to his brothers. Then he smiled down at him as they stood in front of one another, James arm still resting on the rail. "Hey," said James quietly, his voice low and his usual charming smirk dancing on his lips. "Hi," replied Regulus in a whisper. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before Regulus ask tentatively "How were your holidays?"

This made James chuckled a little as he shook his head softly, "Good. They were good," he smiled before frowing slightly, his expression more serious, "I don't think I need to ask you the same, though. I already got my answer earlier." Regulus looked away at his words, the reminder of his arrival by his mother's side, wearing a dress, making him feel ashamed.

"She's a bitch," James said bluntly and Regulus looked up surprised, "Your mother," James precised, "She a cruel bitch." Regulus' face turned from surprise to amusement at James' casual bluntness, pulling from the younger brother a laugh. The first in months. This made James' smile softening, "How're you feelin'?" He then asked more carefully.

"Like a dead man," Regulus replied automatically. "I know I'm dead if I come back home like a boy again but at least, I feel like a boy," he explained and shrug his shoulders, it was always so easy to speak to Jameq. "That's a beginning," the boy with the glasses giggled softly before a soft knock echoes in the compartment.

The door openned and at the entrance stood the sweet Pandora with an adorable and polite smile. Behind her, standing like three pitbulls, Dorcas, Evan and Barty. "Hello, we don't want to bother you, we were just looking for Regulus," she smiled and Regulus could have sworn he saw the four Marauders softening like puppies. That's the Pandora effect.

"Yes, Dora I'm here. I'm coming," Regulus smiled faintly at his friends. He nodded one last time at Sirius, hoping his brother would catch how grateful he was for what he has done for him today. Sirius nodded back with a warmness in his eyes, and Regulus knew he had understood.

"See ya, Reg," he then heard James saying smoothly with an arrogant smirk on his face, but Regulus knew better, he was more amused then annoyed now. Though, he was also and mostly flustered as he just nodded and walked off. Just before they leave for good, Sirius got up and hold open the door. He called out "Hey! you're Pandora, right?"

The blond girl nod surprised but her usual calm and appeasing smile remained on her lips. Sirius lean closer to her with a soft expression. "Take care of him for me, will ya?" He tells her quietly and again Pandora nodded "I will Sirius, he'll do what he's suppose to. I know it," she tells him, her expression even brighter now. "Good, I trust you," Sirius smiles back before lifting himself off of the door frame and closing the door.

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Regulus' whole third year passed mostly like this first day. Sirius trying to spend time with his brother while playing kitchen with Remus, James and Regulus being quite obsess with each other and hiding it very badly, Pandore taking care of the little Black, and obviously James flirting with Reggie any chance he got.

This new dynamic between him and the Potter made Regulus crave more and more their shared discutions by the night. They were always appeasing for the dark haired boy, far away from Barty and Evan constant flirting-fighting, far away from the pression of the grades, far away from the terrifying thought of having to go back to his family at the end of the year.

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"Hey, you alright?" James' warm but quiet voice made Regulus snap back to the current reality. The youngest just noded silently, staring at the night sky. The stars are particularly bright tonight, he noticed.

"Alright, what's going on inside that mind of yours?" James gently nudged Regulus' shoulder with his, leaning closer to the Black with a knowing expression. James didn't make any promise, not to Sirius, not to himself, not to anyone; he couldn't swear to always be here for Regulus. He wanted to, of course. But it was more complicated then that, that's what he repeated himself. So he tried to be here for him, while he still could.

"Nothing. I am just thinking about this summer. It's coming quikly," he shrugs his shoulders dismissively. Regulus wanna-be-casual tone didn't sound right to James. The boy with the glasses knew what Reg was scared of; his family. His horrible, terrifying, cruel and vil family. And how could he not? To James, who grew up in a loving and healthy household, Regulus and Sirius' childhood was giving him chills.

Sirius had told him a little bit about what was the life with his mother like, she really was a bitch to James. Though, the boy was even more scared of all the things Sirius didn't told him about. James couldn't do anything else then be sorry for the two brothers, especially now that he cared deeply for both of them.

"Yeah, maybe too quikly. I'll miss our talks during the summer," James finally sighed, looking down at Regulus who still stared up at the stars. Of course, the younger boy was aware of James' eyes on him, he just tried to ignore it. "You know Reg..." James began and finally he catched Regulus' attention, "My house is always open if this summer goes the same as last year."

Regulus started into James hazel eyes and he knew he was being honest. At this moment an internal battle started into Regulus between his heart and his brain. Because he wanted to say yes, he wanted to run away and never come back. But he knew he couldn't, he wasn't a good person, he has never been raised to be one. And he couldn't leave Sirius behind. Never.

Why was he doing that, he asked himself, why couldn't just shut his mouth? But Regulus knew James well enough now to know he never shutted his mouth. Never when he needed to."Potter..." Regulus started, taking a deep breath.

His expression was way to solemn to James like, "No no no, don't reply." he cutted him off quikly, "You don't have to reply now, just... Know that my house is always open to you. No matter what, okay?" And Regulus nodded a yes. Because what else could he do?

"I know you may think you don't need it or want it but just... Just in case, okay?" James added with a sort of seriousness in his voice. Regulus analyzed his face carefully, James seemed scared. Like really worried.

"In case of what, James?" Regulus asked, his eyes staring at the older boy uneasiness. James was looking down at the floor now, a deep frown on his brows. Regulus thought it doesn't suited him to be this worried. Despite everything, joy was the only emotion Reggie wanted to see on James' face ever. Even if he wanted to punch him when he smiled too much, or if he rolled him eyes every time he chuckled. Because, even Regulus couldn't deny how beautiful all of this was.

"In case, y'know... you couldn't take it anymore..." James said quietly, like it pained him to imagine it. He looked up at Regulus, his eyes deep in concern, "I don't know what it's like to be forced into being something you're not, but I know I don't want you to go through that again," he said quietly.

The Slytherin's eyes soften so slightly, James would have missed it if he wasn't looking right into them. Regulus was speechless for a moment, what could he reply? That this feeling was too usual for him to even acknowledge the burning pain in his chest? Or that he felt so pathetic to talk about that with James and his perfect life? Or just that he didn't knew James even really cared? But he did, Regulus could see it in his eyes.

"I'll think about it," Regulus whispered, his eyes now looking down at his knees. At those words James let out a small strangle whine. The Gryffindor boy rubbed his eyes under his glasses before passing his hand in his already messy hair, "Okay, good," he sighs with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Because he knew it was fake, he learned to recognize when Regulus' mind was set.

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The first september 1976, Regulus came back to KingsCross for the fourth time in his life. And like every year, the scenery repeated itself. At the difference that everything was different now.

His mother wasn't behind him scrutinizing his every moves, she was by his side standing elegantly. His brother was nowhere to be found around Regulus anymore, he was on the other side of the station with the Potters. And Regulus was now standing from all his height, the pride of the Noble and Most Ancien House of Black could be seen in his posture.

James and Sirius were both staring at him from their places. This young man they knew so well was looking drastically different than two months earlier. Unlike the other years, his hair were still cut short, and he was wearing boys' clothes. Actually men's clothes, a black and green suit with shiny shoes. And at his finger, Sirius recognized with horror their family signet ring.

The two Gryffindor boys were flaggergasted. And while Sirius was starting to freak out about his brother and the implications of him being included in the family, James was still staring the boy in some sort of fascination, mixed with concern and an undeniable awe.

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James got the chance to talk to Regulus only once the night came, hiden up in the Astronomy tower like always. This place felt so familiar now, like a second dorm, like they owned it.

Regulus was pushed against one of the wall of the little room, his arms crossed and his eyes locked on the stars on display when James entered. It hitted him like a hammer, Regulus' beauty. The way his pale skin looked by the Moon's white-ish and dim light. Almost like it was satin.

"I wasn't sure you'll be there," James smiled up to the fifteen year old boy. He looked older now and James couldn't quite decide if he liked that or not yet. Regulus turned his eyes calmly to James at the sound of his voice. One of his brows was raised up quizically.

"Why not?" The Slytherin asked with a deep voice, deeper than before and this was easy for James to decide he liked that. A lot. "I don't know, you kinda seemed like you were avoiding us in the Hogwarts Express earlier," James shrugged, almost looking nervous.

"I was," Regulus replied bluntly like it was abvious, "It would be unproper for me to be seen speaking to a Gryffindor, even more a Potter," he explained and James frowned immediately. Old Regulus would never have this thought in the first place, what did they do to him?

Noticing James' uneasiness, Regulus took a step closer, "Plus I don't want to be near Sirius, I don't want to talk to him ever again," he explained with a more serious expression. Those words hurted James because he could remember how the brothers used to be close, but, at the same time, he could understand Reg's point of view. Even if, once again, James is the colateral damage in between each sides.

"I get it," is all the boy with the glasses answered, accompanied with a little nod and a sad expression. "Though I hold no grundge against you, Potter," the Black haired boy added more softly now. "Lucky me," James smirked and chuckled quietly before gesturing to the floor "Let's seat, yeah? You gotta tell me what happened during this summer break," he smiled and sat, followed by Regulus who was relieved to have found back this easy dynamic with James as it was before the summer.

"You've change so much in only two months, you're so different..." James says softly to the boy before quikly adding "Not in a bad way though!" Regulus chuckled faintly at the clumsiness of James. "Don't get me wrong Reg, you look good. Very good even," James added before cutting himself off and cursing under his breath.

Regulus could only watch the Gryffindor struggling upon his words with amusement, a very soft smile plastered on his face. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand and looked up at James like he was looking at a treasure. Regulus thought James must not own a mirror, because he was talking about him like he was entirely different when really it was James who changed the most. And for the good.

James has always been into sport, for as long as Regulus have known him he has always been in the Gryffindor quidditch team and now he was even the captain. But he never was as sculpted as he was now, he has definetly practiced a lot during this summer break. Probably with Sirius, Reg thought bitterly. "You've changed too James," Regulus murmured quietly but in a somewhat seriousness.

James stared at the black haired boy for few seconds before leaning slightly closer, one of his hand resting behind him on the cold stoned floor, "What happened Regulus?" The question made Regulus look away quikly, his posture visibly more tense all of a sudden.

"Since Sirius decided to abandon his responsibilities to the family and he run away, I became the new heir of the Black family," Regulus explain with a want-to-be confident voice, his tone a little solemn. James let out a loud gulp at those words, he knew what it meant but did Regulus realized?

"Wow, well..." the Gryffindor beginned, "I think it's cool they recognize you as a boy, but-" James cutted himself, looking clearly a bit nervous. "I just think that it'll be even more difficult to get you outta here now," he finished quietly as he is still staring at Regulus.

The latter frowned slightly at the words of James, "But I don't want to get out," Regulus said and James almost laugh before he noticed how serious he seemed to be. "Reg you can't be serious, they're monsters," the boy with the glasses tried to resonnate him, he was so confused.

"They are my family James, I am the heir. I will not just quit, it is my duty and I am ready to do what is expected of me," Regulus argued slightly frustrated now. James was too, he wanted to shake some sense into the younger. How could he not see that they were destroying him?

"That is where I belong, James," the Black added sternly and James felt like he was drowning. He wanted to help, to make him realized. Though, Regulus got only more annoyed when the Gryffindor stated nervously, "You know my house is always open if you need, right? Maybe that'd be good for you, Reg."

"Of course, to be around Sirius all the time?" Regulus scoffed with an ironic tone and James hissed silently. He cuts the other off with a cautious tone, "I know you're angry at him and what he did was-"

"No, you don't, Potter! You never had a brother, you're an only child. You don't get it. You may have choosen him for brother but I didn't. I stayed for him and he left me, so no, I won't run away like a coward."

James was now staring flabbergasted at Regulus, surprises by the harsh words. But somehow he understood that he couldn't understand. This wasn't something that he could relate to. Yes, Sirius was his brother but in his heart, it was a choice. Regulus felt betrayed and now James couldn't not feel guilty because it was to him that the older Black brother ran to.

"I didn't know," the boy with the glasses said quietly, his eyes staring at the sky, "He didn't told me he wanted to run away. Even less to my place." Regulus noticed James' guilty attitude and quikly shake his head, he don't wanted James to apologize for something he wasn't responsable of. Though as he was about to say something James cuts him off "No, no lemme talk."

And Regulus kept his mouth shut, he could feel his heart beating faster each passing seconds. "I'm sorry Regulus, I didn't know he'd do that. And I- I wish I had knew," now James started to look desperate, "I swear if I had known I wouldn't have left you." Regulus felt his heart swollen at the deepness of James' words and somehow he believed him. Deep down he knew James was being honest, he wouldn't have left him.

"James..." Regulus started but James cutted him off, not wanting to hear anything. He needed to speak, to really tell how him he felt. "Regulus, Sirius is my brother," he quikly said and Regulus shut his mouth again, surprised. He suddenly felt stupid for valuing so much what he had with James when it was probably politness regarding Sirius. Now that Sirius had deny Regulus as family, James probably don't wanted to have anything to do with him anymore.

"But I care for you too, y'know?" James added quikly, cutting Regulus short in his thoughts. The younger looked up at James with a mix of hope and confusion in his eyes. "I don't think you realize how much you mean to me," James continued and Regulus could literally felt his heart beating faster and faster in his chest.

"Sirius is my brother, yeah, but you..." now Regulus hanging to each of James words, his breath slightly hitching in his throat, "... you are so much more than that." James was looking at the stars as he talked, staring right at the the Regulus star. The brightest of the Leo's constellation. The Slytherin leaned closer to James. "I feel things I don't really understand, honestly," James murmured before slowly turning his face toward the Black, "But I don't wanna scare you off, Reg-"

He doesn't even have the time to finish his sentence that Regulus already grabs the back of his head quikly and without thinking twice he presses his lips to his. Reg eyes are shut as the kiss lingered few seconds before he pulls away slowly, his eyes wide as he gauge the other boy's reaction. James was flabbergasted, completly froze in place as a soft pink tint creeped on his cheeks.

"James?" Regulus call out softly, scared that he had done something wrong. But quikly James snapped out of his trance, and before Regulus' insecurities could come out, the Gryffindor boy pratically jumped on the other, both his hands grabbing Regulus' face as he returned the kiss warmly.

"Merlin- I wanted to do that for a while," James mumbled against the other's lips with a soft giggle, both their breaths erratic. The feeling of one another was blow minded for each of them, they had restrain their feelings for so long. They just couldn't take it anymore.

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Part 3 coming soon...

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That's so sweet thank you 💞 Btw, I loved Voltaire to Versace, it was really good!!

Here are my Tumblr favorite accounts, go read all these authors I swear they're all incredible!

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@pretty-little-mind33 @klausysworld @ellecdc @alpinespirit @gurugirl @moonstruckme @little-miss-dilf-lover @astralaffairs @randomoutsiders

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Anyway, love on all these accounts that feed my life since I arrived on Tumblr & love of all these authors and their talents <3

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Here are my favorite Tumblr accounts, go read all these authors I swear they're all incredible!

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@my-castles-crumbling @pretty-little-mind33 @klausysworld @ellecdc @alpinespirit @gurugirl @moonstruckme @little-miss-dilf-lover @astralaffairs @randomoutsiders

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Anyway, love on all these accounts that feed my life since I arrived on Tumblr & love of all these authors and their talents <3

Remember to support Tumblr authors as much as you can!

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-> The 100

NFWB ♤ (x reader) - request

Not Who You Are ♤ (x reader) - request

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-> Marvel Cinematic Universe

Halloween Party ♧ (x reader) - special Halloween

Bad Memories ♤ (x reader)

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-> The Lord of the Ring / The Hobbit

Perfection ♧ (x reader)

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-> The Vampire Diaries / The Originals

The Gentleman at the Bar (x reader)

part 1 ♤ | part 2 ♡

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-> Harry Potter

Prankster ♧ (x reader)

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-> Harry Potter - Marauders era

Killer Queen ♧ (x reader) - special Halloween

Anthem ♤ (x reader) - request

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-> Harry Potter - Marauders era

Wish you were a girl (Starchaser)

part 1 ♧ | part 2 ♧♤ | part 3 ♤♡ | Bonus scene ♤