#regulus/rabastan

[royalthorned]

I’ve also recently grown obsessed with Rabastan/Regulus because of the sheer disgust this relationship makes me feel like it should not work yet it scratches the predator/prey dynamic itch in me they are butcher and lamb but the butcher doesn’t realize he’s a butcher and the lamb is aware the butcher doesn’t realize he’s a butcher they’re just a guy and his controversially young husband (oh regulus and his daddy issues my favorite)

I have been brewing on this!

to me regulus is always be cemented in cowardliness, he knows that he's in a predatory relationship with a man who oscillates between being a neurotic overly masculine powerhouse and a stuttering idiot who cowers behind his wife, but he doesn't care! he revels in causing a tasteful scandal, a rebellion that will cause whispers and tightlipped smiles but its not a radical act of abandoning his familial values

rabastan to me is a bit plainer, his intentions are much more "young, hot, pliant boy-wife" he is a violent, merciless, ignorant mess. he is brash and thoughtless. he screams and duels and bares his teeth until he crawls home into his nineteen year old wife's lap and is petted. he is a swinging pendulum with both sides being nauseating!

all that being said, there is something so domestic and deeply(!) caring about them. they would rip off their own limbs and tear themselves apart for the other but they wouldn't break a societal norm at the cost of the others life. they are idealistic lovers while kept safe in their pureblooded cage

[lycoryspreachin]

i was wandering life unaware and unbothered until i saw lovely @royalthorned post about regulus and rabastan and my life hasn’t been the same since. i could never before really see regulus with anybody because it just felt ooc for the way that i view him but rabastan ???…yeah, yeah actually.

rabastan is an awful little thing, all bark and no bite, arrogant, loud in a wanna-be sophisticated way and has a black-and-white superficial, liberal view of life. he does lots of things but never too seriously, he’s impulsive but seldom for good reasons but one thing that he fully is, is himself. maybe he is just too simple-minded to lie, manipulate, and cheat or maybe that’s just how he is, but he is quite probably as honest and true as one can be in his context. he is awful at what he doesn’t do but good enough about what he does, so everyone is content with him. rabastan is the epitome of a Lestrange, he is loyal to an absolute fault and though no one is close in the family, blood is all. and he stands on their motto more than he stands on anything “Corvus oculum corvi non eruit” ( a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow ). he has the charisma and tone of an heir but everyone is glad he is not. he’s chaotic and anger-driven. when his temper becomes uncontrollable he recluses himself to sculpt. ( idk why but i’m convinced all Lestranges have an affinity with art and where rabastan sculpts, rodolphus plays instruments and composes ) 

regulus on the other hand is hard-headed, sneaky, and far too smart for his own good. and he somehow now had the thick and unwavering attention of the second son of the Lestranges. to rabastan, regulus was the most interesting being he had laid eyes on. a pretty and scrawny man who held all the power he could ever want and chose instead to read stupidly long books about things no one knows about and write equally long manuscripts about things no one could ever think of ( regulus who plays out experiments in his books is dear to me ). he was a ghost who acted all proper and well, and roamed the halls of the black manor. he had the answer to every question, and had everyone tightly wrapped around his finger, and believed in a god everyone faked at hearing, and held grudges like an old victorian lady, and remembered everything all the time, and rabastan wanted nothing more than for that god-sent, angel looking boy to see him too.  he had never really tried to get anyone’s attention, always receiving it with little effort, but with regulus he was desperate.

they first met in a family gathering, humble conversation found its way through loud speeches and ceremonial family rites. it was a quiet thing, sweet and poisonous. to regulus rabastan was the forbidden fruit, the epitome of what he couldn’t do but needed to try. some sort of sinful desire he had succumbed to. his life was tidy and plain, and rabastan was the chaos that kept him on his toes wrapped in luxurious clothes, and shiny smiles, and elicited in him a morbid interest he couldn’t shake. i think he liked to know he had with no effort on his part the complete attention of someone like that. 

this one is for you Irene @katakosmos

[deathnguts]

Barty crouch jr who’s a disowned trust fund baby who still gets a monthly allowance from his mommy and invests in tech stocks probably and lives in a huge ass apartment in a nice building but it’s literally not furnished at all and he never cleans it ever and he spends most of his time on high on his pc and he’s got the gamer sleeper bod with pierced nipples and belly button and the worlds sluttiest hip bones and happy trail under his stained sweat pants and the most dead eyes under his scraggly hair that’s in desperate need of a haircut he doesn’t feel like getting but he’s getting a new tat at least once a month and they’re usually from himself because he bought a tattoo gun online but doesn’t have a license to tattoo others and he literally only goes outside to club and drink and visit his mommy because what else is there to do and he doesn’t even try to make friends or start relationships because he doesn’t care about people and why should he why does it matter and he’s literally just the most burnt out loser you ever did see but he gets away with literally everything because he’s rich and pretty

Evan Rosier who’s just another middle child in a pond of siblings to parents who have never tried to look at him so they don’t notice at all when he leaves with a shit load of their money and never comes back and they’d give him more if he asked to keep him out of the house but he would rather die than do that so he immediately gets into the shitty office pencil pushing Patrick Bateman type shit that his father and oldest brothers did but in a business that wasn’t just handed to him so he can feel like he’s made his money and therefore his life himself and he lives the rest of his life that way with a grind set around hours spent in the gym and specialized diets and crisp tasteful fashion and very demure stoic presentation of himself to the world and actively cuts himself off from everyone around him because of the mindset he gave himself through this life style that everyone is below him and waisting his time so he literally doesn’t have friends or family and barely says any words or feels anything everyday but no one can see that because he’s too far away to make out and too good at painting a picturesque image of himself for anyone to try because he’s rich and pretty

Regulus Black who has never lived for himself and isn’t starting now so he ignores the voice in his head reminding him he’s a boy and chokes it to sleep every night with his long hair and flowing dress skirts and tries to assert that by marrying the rich family friend that raised him more than his own parents (who barely even looked his way during his own wedding that they planned) right when he turns seventeen and locks himself away in the perfect white house his husband made for him and keeps trying to nail on the mask of being the perfect little wife but he just cant and goes stir crazy and obsessive and is a nightmare to be around during his rising amounts of emotional breakdowns and if it were a hundred years ago he’d probably get lobotomized but it’s not a hundred years ago so his husband (Rabastan if you couldn’t guess) tries to distract him by funding some pity studies and encouraging him to go to an old and privileged college for useless degrees he’s only getting so he’s too worn out to start fights at home but it works and keeps him civil and mostly empty and comfortable enough to continue to be a half dead powdered and pretty wife that can continue to float through life with literally no one in his life sticking around through his tantrums and bone deep issues except his husband who wants him to stay that way for convenience and everyone is h the outside looking in thinks he’s just perfect and mysterious because he’s rich and pretty

Literally just the unholy trinity in a modern, nonmagical setting as the worst versions of themselves in a context we know: closed off rich young people who are bubbling with hate but too depressed to really do anything about it and too rich and privileged to have to so they genuinely believe what they have must be good and not in need of change because they have it all right?

Anyway then one day they meet and they feel alive for the first time ever maybe and smooch and stuff woo modern rich pretty douchebag romance.

I just need something like that, soemthing that showcases their flaws and genuine awfulness without sugarcoating it but in turn shows how their love for one another genuinely brings out the best in them. Just like remembering that they’re messy bitches but their love trumps all like actually. And who cares, they look fantastic together and they have enough to own your entire bloodline, there is nothing you can do about anything they do.

[so-sirius-rn]

HI IM SIRIUS

among many other names... 😏😏😏 (like padfoot 🫶🏼)

i like chilli cheese fritos but i am !!allergic!! to bananas 😓😓

HE/THEY 💪 and a GRYFFINDOR 🥳🥳🥳🥳

DNI: shitty people (jkr supporters, racists, sexists, misogynists, homophobes/transphobes) literally just dont be an asshole 🙄

anygays... 😏😏

YOU SHOULD FOLLOW THE GANG 🥳🥳🤩🤩

LOVE OF MY LIFE - ( @definitelynotawerewolf103 )

my baby brother - ( @totally-not-regulus )

we should get married in vegas - ( @prongsie-rambles )

petey boy - ( @petertheratatoullie )

the one who taught me eyeliner 🛐 - ( @marleneslostmarbles )

SHE HAS TO GET A FARM - ( @i-dont-have-farm )

lils - ( @fieldoflilllies)

the okay slytherin - ( @meadowesofflowers )

shes crazy in a crazy way - ( @pand0ra-certifiedweirdo )

her bf also crazy - ( @xen0-lovegood )

her twin - ( @thorns-and-rosier )

that/bitch - ( @thatbivthbcj )

marlenes gay awakening and my replacement mom - ( @effie-potter )

my crazy cousin - ( @bellatrix-black-bitch )

the other one - ( @narc1ssa-black )

a leSTRANGE😏 - ( @thebetterlestrangebrother )

if i said bellas girl...? haha thats crazy its rita - ( @skeeeeeeter-gossips )

(ooc- hi i'm rheeve! cred for the header and pfp go to artist 🫶🏼 if you find them lmk! this is my interpretation of sirius. if you dont like, dont look! my account is @marauders-bs feel free to find me there. have a good time here :D except ali and lei /j

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

When you swear you've already read every good fic under a ship tag and you're starting to lose it and get desperate

[florsial]

what do you think wld be the marauders era characters college majors?

byfkuvhjbfdvuisdf blah anyways give me like 70 business days, Angel, I'll get right back to u I swear

Gryffindors: Sirius Black: Architecture (he'd be the type to point at a cathedral and be like, "that's hot")

Lily Evans: Chemistry (WOMEN IN STEMMMM)

Remus Lupin: Education (specifically English)

Mary Macdonald: Education, i think she would've made a lovely muggle studies professor

Marlene Mckinnon: Criminal Justice (auror Marlene...)

Peter Pettigrew: Psychology (successful psychology major and therapist)

James Potter: Literature

Slytherins: Regulus Black: Realistically, I don't think he would go to college for the longest time due to family stuff but I think if he got the chance, some version of business or public health

Barty Crouch jr: I don't see him going to college, it doesn't mean I don't think he's smart, I just don't think he would want to but I can also see him being interested in some variation of business, and hating himself for it lol

Dorcas Meadows: Social work!

Evan Rosier: anatomy and physiology

Severus Snape: Chemistry!

Ravenclaw: Pandora Rosier: Human Biology

Xenophilius Malfoy: Human Biology

(MARRIED SCIENTISTS)

Special Mentions (i dont rlly consider them part of the marauders tbh but they are alive then):

Andromeda Black: Philosophy or plant science

Bellatrix Black: History (for Law)

Narcissa Black: Drama

Rabastan Lestrange: Psychology ("failed psychology major"<-- real description of him from when I was first writing about him)

Rodolphus Lestrange: Architecture (interest in gothic and neoclassical)

Lucius Malfoy: Literature or History (specifically medieval, don't ask why)

[turtlesinatree]

I present my Marauders Bridgerton au (it's very long)

So Alphard adopted the Black cousins and the Rosiers for this. They all live together in little regency era Britain. Super rich, Alphard is the Viscount Black after his sister and brother "mysteriously died. So he adopted his nieces and nephews and his nieces cousins.

Bellatrix is Anthony in this and is the heir to the Black name (cause screw only sons being heirs in this). She is finally strongly suggested by Alphard to find a partner. Eventually, she decides to marry the most eligible bachelor, Rabastan Lestrange. They get along but despises his older brother, Rodolphus. And as the story goes with Kate and Anthony, Bellatrix and Rodolphus end up falling in love and getting married instead.

Andromeda is Benedict in this and meets her love at a masquerade ball. Mets a lovely man and falls in love. Yet, he runs away at midnight and she spends the next two years searching for him. Ted, who is Sophie in this, is the bastard son of an Earl and is forced to work and slave away for his step mother and step sisters. Eventually, the two smile it back together, fall in love, and get married, saving Ted from his family.

Narcissa is Colin in this and Alice is Penelope. They've known each other forever and Alice has always been crushing on Narcissa. The two families are close yet Narcissa never thinks of her that way really. Alice is tired of living under her mother's foot and decides to take this season into her own hands. And of course, Narcissa and Alice fall in love and get married. (Lady Whistledown can be there or not)

Sirius is Daphne in this and has always dreamed of marrying for love, despite his poor experiences with his mother and father. But, something happens and he is suddenly put very low in the eyes of everyone else. Enter Duke Remus, who wants nothing more than to never marry and spite his father. They make a plan to use each other by faking interest and love. Eventually it turns to real love, along with miscommunication and marriage, but a happy ending.

Regulus is Eloise in this and despises society. Hates the parading around and the season in general. After getting a letter of an old friend's death, he writes to her husband and child for his condolences. This starts a penpal of sorts until the widow, James, proposes. Regulus takes off to the country to meet James and neither are what the other expected. Plus, James' child, Harry, is a little terror. Yet they work it out of the course of many months, eventually falling in love and getting married.

Evan is Francesca in this and gets married to one Jane Crouch, who he loves very much. Both him and Jane are close to her cousin, Barty. What they don't know is Barty also had a crush on Evan. Jane unexpectedly passed and Barty disappears, leaving Evan alone for 2 years. Until he comes back. The two slowly fall in love and get married.

Pandora is Gregory in this and meets one Emmeline Vance. Emmeline is arranged to marry someone and seen as plain and average while her friend, Mary, is seen as beautiful and gorgeous. Emmeline agrees to help Pandora woo Mary but they end up falling in love themselves. Pandora crashed Emmeline wedding and they confess their love, eventually get married themselves instead.

Finally, Felix is Hyacinth. Only a baby when he and the other were adopted, he never knew his parents other than Alphard. He ends up finding an old journal and thinks it might be his parents. He wants to learn about them but the journal is written in dragonic. So he finds out that one of the Weasley sons, Charlie, knows the language. He finds him and the two work to translate the journal. They end up falling in love and getting married.

This was long but it's been on my mind and I've been procrastinating cause stuff came up. Anyway, glad I got it out here lol <3

[atlasdoe]

dare i say not every death eater needs a secret gay romance with a non death eater

[starzzmissthesun]

The Soldier and The Violinist

[space-girl3]

Would anyone be interested in a Lucissa hunger games au?

[venturelock]

Marauder 9-1-1 au WIP

Happy 9-1-1 day everyone!! In honour of the hiatus being over I have created a 9-1-1 marauders au. First chapter is out now!

Established Minerva/Poppy

Established Pandalily

Eventual Starchaser

Eventual Wolfstar

This is basically just a wolfstar buddie au with a lot of starchaser as Madney, Pandalily as Henren and

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63647542/chapters/163143481

An excerpt from the first chapter

“Oh come on Red! It’s for charity” said Sirius “ey mate -” he continued turning towards James, only to find him staring with glazed over eyes at the locker room. 

Snapping back to reality James said “okay, now that is a gorgeous man”.

Sirius turned to the locker room only to be met with the sight of the most handsome stranger that he had ever seen , who was currently shirtless (shirtless!), stuffing things into a locker. The stranger was tall, probably somewhere around 6 '3 - 6' 4, he had a warm olive coloured skin tone and a lanky yet still muscular build and all along his back and arms ran jagged scars that only helped to further this mysterious stranger's ruggish handsomeness. He looked as though he had just survived a wolf attack and yet it worked for him. It worked too well in Sirius’ opinion.

“Where’s the lie? And I like girls” come Lily’s unappreciated response. Couldn’t these people see that Sirius was freaking out!

“God pads close your mouth, you look like a damn dog drooling over him like that” muttered James, elbowing him in the ribs slightly.

Sirius' mouth shut abruptly after that “Who even is that!” he said, offended that the absolutely gorgeous man had dared to come into his firehouse and look that hot. He was supposed to be on  the job for fucks sake he couldn’t be distracted by this god of a man!

“That-” Poppy said finally butting into the conversation “is Remus Lupin, a new recruit, graduated top of his class from the academy just this week. The guys over at 6th were dying to have him but I convinced him to join us instead”. 

Hope you enjoy! My ao3 handle is Venturelock

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"are you fucking serious" no but i wish i was 😭😭

[fiendishfyre]

Is there AA meetings for multishippers trying to get their shipping addiction under control? Asking for a friend.

[deathnguts]

Any ship that’s ‘Regulus x fucking loser who doesn’t deserve him and knows it’ is my otp

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

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1.6k (1/3 first chapter) - Ao3 link - fic masterlist

CW: Guns, assassins, fighting, fraud, suggestive language, alcohol, manipulation, mentions of (minor character death, drugs, bombs, suicide, sex)

“For the record, I’m never doing anything like this again—” Barty stresses, talking to the earpiece that’s sitting on the right side of his head.

He is currently en route to The Royal Hotel, where a gala and auction for The Harmony Network is taking place tonight. THN is some shitty mental health non-profit that was opened by one of the most influential families of this and last century, the Blacks. The organization ‘advocated’ for equal men’s and women’s support. They collected donations in hopes of opening a centre one day and creating a ‘safe space’ for everyone to get the support they need.

And, while that all sounds fine and dandy, awesome even—it’s all a lie. THN is actually fake. A sham. A way for the Blacks to launder money while keeping profits up and their image intact. But Barty doesn’t care about exposing them for their heinous crimes or shutting the entire thing down. He is more interested in getting paid. And he will be paid handsomely once he completes his mission—which is the whole reason he’s headed there in the first place. And the mission?

Murdering the heir.

Anyone who wants the Blacks gone knows that the quickest way to ruin their lives is to expose the charity. And where better to start from than the face of THN, Regulus Black himself? Sure, the kid’s barely 24 and is more often found on magazine covers rather than the streets (with the rest of his family). But he’s the block at the bottom of the Jenga tower. And pulling the block from the bottom means that tower will fall. Then, when their fraudulent charity goes down, they will too. Their image, their wealth, their power. It’ll all tumble down.

It didn’t really matter to Barty, but it’s good to know the motive before the murder.

The windows of the limo he is being driven in were tinted, so no one could see the way he’s currently sitting. Which is, of course, not sitting, and instead just laying in the leather backseat, popping complimentary mints into his mouth occasionally.

“—no more parties or galas, or weddings—anything of the sort. I’m not doing it,” he declares.

“Barty, it’s a fucking suit jacket,” James replies.

The suit jacket is entirely too small. It’s uncomfortable, limits his mobility, and does absolutely nothing to flatter his body. Barty wasn’t too fond of wearing a suit in the first place, so to find it didn’t fit was just perfect.

And who got the lovely suit for him? James Potter.

He had been Barty’s ‘handler’ for a few years now. It’s not an official term or position or anything. But James finds jobs for Barty to work, then keeps him safe and updated for a cut of the profit.

“Okay? It’s way too small, and I can barely grab my gun from here,” he defends. He always keeps his gun strapped to his torso, which usually is a very accessible location, but now, with the jacket, he’s too scared of ripping it. Thank God it’s only a simple hit.

“Barty! Shut the fuck up about the gun! Does the word ‘undercover’ not mean anything to you?” James exclaims over the line.

The assassin flinches. Even though James may not even be in the same country as him right now, he could feel his wrath through the communicator.

He checks his watch, then sits up in the limo, seeing that they should be close to the hotel now. A quick look out the window tells him that they’ve arrived as his driver pulls into the parking lot of the hotel. Perfect timing.

The building is beautiful. Magnificent. Gorgeous. Whatever other word you can think of to describe how disgustingly posh it is. Marble pillars, hand-laid stone pathways, luxurious gardens, and valet service. Golden lettering spelled out ‘The Royal’ atop doors big enough ogres could fit through them. Hmm, fitting. The hotel is a whopping fifteen floors and contained so many amenities it sounded like a tiny town itself. One of which is the grand ballroom, where the auction is being held.

“Okay! Okay! Fine, but the next time we do something like this, I’m having a proper fitting.”

“Thought you said you were never doing this again?” James asks smugly.

“Meh,” Barty shrugs. The more that Barty studies the hotel, the more he realizes how nice it must be to have one of those rooms. Maybe he’ll find someone tonight that has a room that he can spend the night with, just so he can see what their room service is like in the morning—actually, that creates the perfect alibi too. “It’s growing on me. The event, I mean, it’s a real fancy place. I still hate the jacket.”

“Wait, you arrived?”

“Yeah? Don’t you have like trackers on me or something?” Barty huffs a laugh.

“Well, I do. But I thought I made you promise to communicate with me this time. Or do I need to remind you of the last mission—?”

Last mission, of course. The whole thing went bottoms up because Barty forgot to mention he swapped guns with one of the security members in the haze of the fight, leading to not having the proper ammo to refill and being stranded, having to rely on hand-to-hand, which he didn’t practice much of back then. He’s much more prepared now. He hopes.

“Okay! You can forget the recap! I’ve arrived at the hotel, and I’m reaching for the door handle—” Barty responds sarcastically, narrating his movements for better ‘communication.’

“Wait!” James groans, clearly annoyed with Barty but needing to relay more important information to him.

“What? Need to tell me to stay safe and that you love me?” Barty responds in a mocking tone.

“Close. It’s actually called ‘let me know if you understand what the hell is happening tonight,’” his handler deadpans.

The assassin groans, his hand still holding onto the handle, fingers tapping the metal. “Want me to spell it out for you?”

“That would be great actually.”

A loud, dramatic sigh leaves Barty’s mouth. They’ve only gone over this like, two thousand times already. What’s another one? “Okay. Find the baby—Regulus.” He quickly corrects, not wanting James to pester him about his nickname for him again. It fits; he is the youngest and the cutest. “Kill him, and leave.”

“And…?” James prompts.

“And? There’s an and?” He falls back into his seat, letting go of the handle to run his hand through his hair. Then quickly pausing mid-action because he actually took the time to style his black hair today. What is he missing? That’s all that the job is. Just a simple hit.

“We went over this,” his handler responds, frustrated by Barty’s lack of memory.

“We did? Wait! Okay, I remember it now.” He groans, remembering the stupid rule James put in place for him. “Don’t get distracted by pretty boys.” There goes his idea for an alibi tonight and the chance for five-star room service.

“Good!” He responds patronizingly. Barty just rolls his eyes at him. “That’s the most important part, honestly.”

“Oh my god! That happened one time, okay?” Another big part of why the last mission went so horribly wrong was the fact that someone stole the hard drive—what he needed to retrieve from the nightclub—off of him. Some pretty blonde doctor that he was trying to take home. Nicked it right off his person. Barty tried to chase him afterward to get it back, but, again, his hand-to-hand wasn’t as polished as it should have been, and he was a little…distracted.

“Yeah? And it derailed the entire mission! You were looking at him like he hung the stars.”

“He punched me in the face; that's practically the same thing,” the assassin smirks. He kills people for a living; sue him if he’s a little masochistic.

A scoff came through from the other end of the line. “Right. Well, now you can actually head inside. I’ll be here—”

“—the entire time, remember to communicate, blah blah—yeah, got it, James. You keep me safe from your basement; I’ll do my thing.” Barty interrupts, having heard this line many times before. He sits up in the car and grabs onto the handle again, ready to get this over with. A simple hit.

“It’s not a basement—! Just get going. Nothing you haven’t done before,” James encourages, giving up on his protest. Barty would never believe him if he did, for all he knows James could just be some nerdy teenage boy in his basement, or the second Alfred Pennyworth. But he keeps him employed. That's all that matters.

“Haven’t done it in a jacket from the kids department before.”

“Barty,” his handler warns.

“Okay! Going!” Barty says quickly, not wanting to piss him off further and make things worse for himself. He pulls on the door handle to open it but quickly turns around and grabs a few more green mints for his pants pockets before actually leaving the car.

The moment he steps foot onto the cobblestone path outside the hotel is the first time he feels nervous. But he always has the jitters before a mission.

A chilly breeze passes by him, making the fall weather feel colder than it actually is. He felt a little bad for the amount of women with sleeveless dresses heading inside. But events like these would host the ‘beauty is pain’ crowd, so he’s not surprised.

He shuts the limo door behind him and fixes his clothes slightly. Straightens out his black vest, making sure his black dress shirt is properly tucked into the black slacks and trying to adjust the black suit jacket to something actually comfortable. It's pretty obvious what his favourite colour is, isn’t it?

And! Before anyone comments that black is ‘just a shade,’ what’s the difference between navy and Columbia blue, hmm? Wait, that's saturation. Well, whatever! Black comes in every 24-colour pencil crayon box. So at least he has Crayola on his side.

Okay! Enough winning fights in your own head! Let’s do this!

continue reading : Ao3 link

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Regulus who let's Barty take him out on Valentine's day cause even though him and Rabastan are together he didn’t explicitly ask to be Regulus's valentine while Barty got him white roses painted red and heart shaped sour candy