#regulus black and harry potter

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Written Mar 18, 2024

“Are you a wizard?”

Regulus stared down at the small child on his doorstep. Regulus looked around, peering around his front door. There was no one else in sight.

“Are you lost?” Regulus responded, glancing back down at the boy. He was a rather cute kid. With a mass of bushy black hair that fell over his green eyes. The eyes that were wide with interest, staring at Regulus.

The boy shrugged in reply to his question. “Why are your hands green?” The boy asked. Regulus frowned and brought his hands up to see. They were bright green from sparrow-grass Regulus had been chopping before being interrupted by a small knock at his door. 

He sighed and asked the boy, “What’s your name?”

“Harry!” Harry exclaimed. “What’s yours, Mister Wizard?” Regulus smiled lightly at the title. 

“I’m Regulus.” Harry gasped as his eyes widened and sparkled.

“Like the star?!”

Regulus was impressed. Very few adults were aware of the regulus star, much less a boy all of five years old.

“Thats right.” Regulus smiled at Harry. “You’re a smart one. How did you hear about regulus?”

“It’s my Papa’s favorite.” Harry says excitedly.

“Your Papa, huh?” How did this boy get here? To Regulus’ cabin, deep in the fairie forest.No one should be able to get within three hundred meters of his land without him knowing. Suddenly, Regulus was on guard. He should have been when he first heard a surprising sound at his door.

“Where is your Papa, Harry?” He asked the boy warily. Harry just shrugged unconcernedly. “How did you find my home?” He shrugged again.

“I was looking at the pretty flowers and then I wanted to know if a wizard lived here. Are you a wizard, Mister Regulus?”

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a sigh. This boy was going to drive him mad. 

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[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[soreddieforit]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

[stargazingtranquility]

*James, bringing Regulus home to meet his parents*

Regulus, seeing Monty and realizing James will always be hot no matter his age: thank the lord

Effie, seeing the same look she had when she met Monty’s parents for the first time: amen

[phoneypotatoes]

Harry: *finds a stray cat*

Harry: Can we keep it?

Regulus: Your dad is allergic.

Harry: Father can stay outside.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Barty: You slept with Potter?

Regulus: I didn’t know what else to do! He had those big, sad eyes. I couldn’t help it!

Evan: …sure, sounds like you had no other choice

[evergone]

Hypocrite

Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (sex), swearing

Description: The reader is embarrassed by the hickies Theo left on her, but she's not one to speak.

Merlin, you were pissed. Or, maybe — maybe you were embarrassed. Afterall, there were purple and yellow bruises all over your breasts and along your collarbone and up the sides and back of your neck. Despite your best efforts, your makeup hadn’t covered them all, and the collar of your blouse kept smearing the foundation and exposing more of them to the entire student body. A student body who couldn’t stop talking about you.

“Trip down the stairs did you, Y/n?” Pansy teased.

“Our very own Slytherin slut,” Daphne laughed fondly.

“By the name of Salazar,” Blaise breathed heavily at the sight of them.

You could only sigh in frustration, your head in your palms, “Guys, stop, please. Everyone and their mothers are giving me shit about it, you don’t need to join in.”

You weren’t lying. In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Snape had practically burnt a hole through your neck, and then, in Transfiguration, McGonagall had quietly asked if you needed to step out to touch up your makeup. The worst, however, was Potions with Slughorn. His opinion of you since the beginning of the year had been purely positive since your family were fairly wealthy and you achieved some of the highest grades in his class. When he saw the hickeys all over you, though, his bulbous nose had turned up in disgust and he made a most unpleasant grunt of disproval. You were sure you had made his blacklist.

“This warrants murder,” said Pansy.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You asked, “I am so fucking mad at him for this.”

Oh, but you could hardly speak.

You and Theo (your boyfriend and hickey-giver) both received invitations to a party that was held the night before, and despite knowing you had school the next day, you went. Once you were about ten drinks in, you were completed sloshed, and when you were completely sloshed, you got horny.

Though the crowd of party-goers stood between yourself and Theo, you could still see every part of him. He was just standing there, chatting with Blaise and Draco, a can of cheap beer held lazily in his right hand while his left was barely touching his hip. He was so, so hot. You bit your lip sexily then made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the back of his white shirt, and leaving stains of red lipstick all over it.

“Hey, Y/n, baby,” he hummed, happy from all the drinks he’d downed in the three hours prior, “What’s up?”

“Teddyyy,” you mused and stared up at him as he looked over his shoulder at you, “I want sex.”

Blaise and Draco snickered and Theo shot them a glare. After that, you can imagine what happened. Lots of moaning, groaning, grunting, panting. Enough snogging to last you both a lifetime, but not really because there was no such thing as “enough snogging,” and love making that lasted well past the rise of the sun that peeked through the window to Theo’s dorm room and illuminated every gorgeous curve of your body.

While Theo was the kind of sexual partner to want to leave marks all over you — not because he was the jealous type, just the prideful type, he liked everyone to see that he’d won you — you were the kind of sexual partner who liked it rough. You liked to feel his dick more or less pounding against your womb, so close that it almost warranted a trip to Madame Pomfrey. You liked when he thrusted into you fast, but not sloppy, always obeying your comments of ‘faster, Theo’ and ‘honey, please, I need it faster.’ But he couldn’t obey too much, you were very particular about that. He had to make you feel good, but he still had to be in control. It was always best if he gave in to every third or fourth demand, so that you had to beg for it. But the best part about rough sex with Theo? Well, it was what made you such a hypocrite.

“Mate,” Draco gaped at Theo’s back in the locker rooms before quidditch practice, “Did you get into a fight with a werewolf or something?”

Theo frowned in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

Draco motioned for Theo to move into view of the mirror and when he got a good look at his reflection he joined in the gaping. Long, red lines ran down his back like the British army at the Battle of Balaclava. He had become a canvas and you had painted him with your claws. He ought to have them clipped, Merlin’s beard.

The scratches were mostly up and down (go figure), but there were are couple that ran horizontally which Theo couldn’t place the origin of. You had torn him apart, you freak.

And that’s when you stormed into the locker room. Pucey had squealed, that was the first sign that you had entered. The second was the smart-ass warning that escaped Draco’s mouth ( “Look what the cat dragged in… or maybe she herself is the cat,” he said.

“She is the cat’s mother,” you responded, annoyed, and kicked him in the shin.

“My point still stands,” he laughed painfully).

Your hands were covering your eyes so as to not expose yourself to the privates of the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, and Theo thought you looked like a total dork in the cutest way. A pout had settled on your lips to make up for the fact that your frown was also hidden behind your hands.

“Theodore Nott!” You huffed and the locker room broke out into a chorus of ‘ooh’s, “Shut up, all of you — Theodore, look at what you’ve done to my neck.”

“I can’t really see behind your hands, lovey,” said Theo and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Use your imagination then, I’m sure you remember what you did to me last night — Oh, aren’t you all so mature,” you hissed as the boys erupted into laughter like little children.

You felt Theo’s hands settle on your hipbones as if they were arm rests. He pulled you in until your nose hit his chest and removed your hands from your face. So safe you were in his presence that you couldn’t see any of the other boys around you. With his big eyes that were more ocean-coloured than sky, he stared down at you, and flashed his brilliantly white grin.

“You aren’t much better, you know?” He said with a tone of question in his voice and continued to talk when he realised you didn’t know what he was talking about, “My back?”

He turned for you and upon seeing the mess you had evidently made on his back, you shut your mouth.

“Even?” Asked Theo.

“Even,” you nodded.

[the-original-gays]

James, drunk: HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOYFRIEND?!

Stranger: What does he look like?

James, bursting into tears: BEAUTIFUL!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Falling asleep in the dorms…

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I like Evans anymore.”

“Shit mate, took you long enough.”

“Heh. Yeah.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yeah, Prongs?”

“I might like boys. Also. Like as well as girls.”

“Join the club, Prongs. Just stay the fuck away from Moony.”

“Noted.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yeah, mate?”

“What if I like a particular bloke?”

“…it’s not me, is it? Because Moony would probably kill you.”

“No.”

….

“Sirius?”

“Yes, Prongs?”

“It’s your brother.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, I was just fucking with you before.”

“Right.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Yes Prongs?”

“That’s…it’s okay?”

“Yes, James. I’d rather it be you than anyone else, to be honest.”

“Alright.”

…

“Sirius?”

“Go the fuck to sleep, Prongs. We’ll come up with a plan to woo him tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

….

“James?”

“What’s up, Padfoot?”

“Take care of him, alright?”

“…..yeah. Yeah, of course.”

[rhetorical-conscience]

James: We need to talk about your mental health.

Regulus, trying to change the subject: Actually, what I need is to be dicked down right now.

James:

Regulus:

James, removing his tie: You know, one of these days that isn't going to work-

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Written Mar 30, 2024

CW: Outside perspective of anxiety attack/meltdown. Not detailed at all.

-

“I’m okay Harry. Thank you for worrying but I just had a bit of a slip.” Regulus soothed - or at least tried to. He sat up fully and gave himself a chance to take Harry in with his recent revelation. 

He saw James in the boy’s deep bronze skin and his mess of hair. He saw James in his lopsided smile and sunny personality. Harry was an exact copy of James, except for the emerald green eyes that were clearly inherited from Lily Evans. It seemed James truly did love Evans. Regulus’ heart clenched.

“Harry,” Regulus said with an edge of urgency. “This is extremely important. You have to tell me who you live with. Is it your Uncle Pad?” Harry shook his head.

“Uncle Moon said Uncle Pad got… acoozed of something he didn’t do, so bad people took him away.” He said sadly. “But  Uncle Moon said he’s gonna get Uncle Pad back soon and then I can live with them.”

So Sirius was still with Lupin. But Sirius accused? Of what? Was he in Azkaban? What could his perfect brother ever have done to land himself in Azkaban?

“So if you can’t live with Si- Uncle Pad, does that mean you live with Uncle Moon?” Harry’s little body was shaking and he started rocking back and forth. The boy sniffed messily and wiped his runny nose on Regulus’ shirt sleeve.

“N-no.” He was shaking his head frantically. “Uncl' Moon says he can’ take care of me.” Harry started crying in earnest. Regulus felt terrible, but he /needed/ this information. But he couldn’t resist pulling the boy into his lap and cradling his face to his chest. “So-so Dubledoor took me to Uncl' Vernon and Aunt Tunie’s house. Aunt Tunie is Mummy’s sister but she hates me.” Harry let out a sob and couldn’t talk more. Reg hugged him close. 

“Okay, okay. I understand. You don’t have to say anymore now.” 

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[thatboisus]

he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)

[jegulus-till1die]

“the marauders got the teenage years the golden trio couldn’t and the golden trio got the adulthood the marauders couldn’t get”

STFU😭😭😭😭

[gh0stlylace]

Harry standing on his bed at home during sixth year,singing into his hair brush as music blasts from his muggle radio: “But I am my father’s daughter, So maybe I can fix him”

James who’s leaning against his door frame watching him with a confused expression: “What do you think he’s singing about?”

Regulus sighing as he stares at the quidditch sweatshirt Harry has on that clearly said “Malfoy” across the back: “Not a clue babe, Let’s go make dinner”

[littleliterarylesbian]

Sirius: And now! I must leave! My darling Moonbeam needs me!

Regulus: Whore.

Regulus: Oh my god, who said that?