#sirius (belle’s version)

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content: stepcest (use of "brother" and "sister"), stepbrother!regulus, stepbrother!sirius, fem!reader, unprotected sex, breeding

a/n: found this in my drafts.... dk why i didn't post it

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Regulus persists, rutting into you with desperation, cock starved of attention and stimulation. He has an iron grip on your hips, holding you in place when you try to thrash out of his grip at the sight of Sirius. His eyes are almost blank, darkened with lust, pupils blown almost comically as he chases his high, using your body to do so.

Sirius stares on, breathing in the scent of sex that fills your frilly bedroom. He crosses his arms, watching Regulus with an amused smirk. His eyes fall on you covering your face with embarrassment but your pathetic squeaks and moans continue, shamelessly loud and almost pornographic. Your cheeks burn red like Regulus’, blush high and painting the canvases of your pretty faces. 

Your parents hadn’t been out of the house in far too long. Regulus had begun to lose patience, but he had to hold off on playing with his sweet sister to avoid suspicion of his sinful urges he couldn’t help but act upon. And you let him so easily. Despite your protests and weak fighting, you melted into him, obeying his every command to spread your legs wide or open your mouth, flip onto your back, and prep your little holes for his cock to nestle itself into, abusing you until he was satisfied – or you were interrupted. 

This time, though, there was no stopping his eager humping into your fluttering pussy. Not even the presence of your brother standing by the door, entering with confident steps. He swung the door closed behind him as he approached the creaking bed, eyes raking your sweating bodies. Regulus adjusted his hold, pinning you to the bed even more painfully. You whined, trying to cover your body from the preying gazes of your brothers. 

“Couldn’t resist, Reggie?” Sirius spoke. “Y’playing with our sweet sister all alone?” Sirius’ ringed fingers danced across your exposed chest, meanly twisting a nipple before he pried your hands from your face. “Don’t play shy, slut. You’re letting your brother fuck you silly and you think you can be shy?” he tsks.

Regulus grunts as the dams of your eyes break, sending a river of tears down your rouge cheeks. He tries to thrust even harder, push himself even deeper into you, moving your hips up and down to meet his stuttering hips in his attempt to do so. You slide up and down the pillow where your head rests, hair tangling and back sliding against the soft bed sheets. 

Sirius’ fingers glide downwards, gathering a pinch of regulus’ curly pubic hair and pulling meanly. Regulus makes a sound at the pleasurable pain, digging his nails onto your hips before pinning you down, slamming into you, almost like he was trying to mold you and the soaked sheets into one. 

“Move,” Sirius says, “I wanna play, too.”

Regulus slows but doesn’t pull out, giving his brother a displeased look. Sirius looks back, raising a perfectly shaped brow as he touches up Regulus’ sweaty chest, circling his hardened pink nipples. Regulus’ hips stutter but he pulls out, mourning your warmth instantly. His cock is fully erect, angry, and red, wet with slick and come. He moves aside, grazing your wet thighs as he parts. 

Sirius takes his place, laughing meanly as he gathers the juices on his fingers. Your pussy’s throbbing, clit engorged and jumping in excitement. Pearly spunk drips in thick beads and you crave to push it back in, push your brother deep into your womb. “Look at you two,” Sirius laughs. “Fucking each other like virgins. Desperate dogs.” You and Regulus burn brighter in humiliation, a bubblegum pink covering every inch of skin on your face.

You can see the slight grinding of Regulus’ hips against the blankets holding up his cock. You almost whine in jealousy of the inanimate object. Your attention was brought back to Sirius when he slipped a come-coated finger into your sensitive little hole, swirling and curling it as he spoke. 

“You really let him come inside you?” Sirius chided, “that’s filthy. Are the poor puppies so desperate they fuck their own siblings?”

You sob and Regulus begins to thrust into the blanket. You reach for him, shaking your head pathetically, begging him not fuck anything but you. 

“You want his disgusting cum so badly?” Sirius laughs again, “you want him to fill you with his babies, huh?”

You close your eyes as you nod, “please, please.” you feel so empty, cold from the lack of your brother's hard ruts and warm spent painting your insides.

“You’ve had enough of Reggie, don’t you think?” Sirius begins to pull down the waistband of his pajamas, letting his own aching prick spring free. You stare at it, looking from the leaking head of Sirius’ cock to Regulus’. “Do you want my babies, too?”

[spir4nts-lun4r]

hi ✩

I'm not new to Tumblr but this is a new account, so here's a get to know me ig;

I go by crowen on here

I'm 17 y/o

I'm already gladly infatuated with someone so please refrain from any flirting

I am deeply in love with music, poetry, books, good films, the universe of cinema in general and black coffee.

I feel very connected to space, stars and the moon especially, hence the space themed username.

I am heavily fixated on solitaire and have been for about 2 years now. It haunts my every thought and I associate everything I do or say to solitaire.

my favourite tv shows are bojack horseman, queens gambit, sherlock holmes BBC, anne with an e, young royals, umbrella academy, heartstopper, gilmore girls, I am not okay with this, the end of the f***ing world, fleabag, everything now and life is strange (not a show but feels like one)

my favourite films are the perks of being a wallflower, girl interrupted, fantastic mister fox, coraline, moonrise kingdom, all the bright places, the edge of seventeen, call me by your name, asteroid city, watership down and dead poets society.

my favourite books are solitaire, loveless, the Harry potter series, the perks of being a wallflower, a good girls guide to murder series, Mathilda, the secret garden, metamorphosis, the bell jar, the narnia series and les misérables.

I major in biology, physics, chemistry and math but I suck at most of it, I'm not really good at studying generally, but biology and chemistry is pretty interesting otherwise.

I really like cats, crystals and insects, I particularly like to collect dead insects and pin them into frames for my room. I also collect animal bones for similar reasons.

I'm pretty sure I have depression among other issues but it's rather complicated to get a diagnosis and medical help because of some personal issues, so yeah that's fun lols.

I kin tori spring, bojack horseman(not a flex.) , chloe price, charlie kelmeckis, mia polanco, sydney novak, remus lupin AND sirius black(the marauders fandom versions), anne shirley, susana kaysen, theodore finch, fleabag, nadine byrd, ladybird, matilda wormwood and alyssa foley.

i also own another blog solely dedicated to poetry and maybe eventual writing (I really love literature a lot), the blog is called @aionios-monaxia

that's all for now lmao good luck to anyone with the patience to read it all, bye ★*･ﾟ⋆ ༄

btw, please send me anons I find them very entertaining!

[marauderswolf22]

sirius would beg, on his knees, cry, so that remus would agree on being a part of their version of the mean girls jingle bell rock dance. so he would say yes

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♡ cookies - send me a song and a character/ship and i will write you a blurb.

Paper rings- Taylor swift

Remus lupin

a/n: inspired by my biggest inspirations, my friends :) @cilantro8239 @copyofonlyangel28 @himarose @ga1axystar and i know you guys headcanon remus as gay and he is in love with sirius, but my heart belongs to a bi!remus. aid the delusions for a bit so you can enjoy my writing bc it was wholly inspired by you guys <3 also i didn't proofread it so excuse any mistakes. i also don't really like the ending, so just stick to the middle, shes juicy.

Paper rings ♡ remus lupin x reader

you were absolutely losing it in arithmancy. it was insane that sirius had managed to get all of you to take a glorified maths class, but he did, and now, you were here with all of your friends, absolutely bored out of your mind.

james was doodling something on lily's hand, sirius was doodling something on james' hand, peter was trying to remember the movements to apple on a stick, you were silently watching everything, and remus was writing and simultaneously folding paper.

your eyes focused in on remus' hands. harsh scribbles of rushed handwriting, followed by gentle but strong creases. he was usually so pragmatic, but as you watched him now, you understood that it was just a cover up for something fierce and similar to the altruistic version of him you meet before every full moon.

you could get lost in knowing him, and unbeknownst to you, he could get lost in knowing you; countless handpicked bouquets lie flattened in a small paper journal under his bed, in between pages of 3am realisations and love letters. he's bewildered by you in a way you could never even begin to comprehend. his whole existence is a love letter to you; every waking moment he spends is an ineluctable confession of something so profound, he doesn't even have a clue as to how it happened.

it could have been that very first day, when you were both waiting to be sorted. he was anxious and worrying, just like he always has been, and you were caring and gentle, just like you've always been. or maybe it was the night after you found out about his dilemma; he didn't know that someone could care about him like that. hundreds and thousands of moments where all he can think about is his love for you.

"hey remus! are those rings???" and suddenly, james has awoken the both of you from a shared quintessential lull.

two small paper rings hang from his fingers, and before you know it, sirius is between the two of you reciting wedding vows as if it was his birthright while james starts mimicking wedding bells. remus begins to anticipate a red flush all over his freckles as sirius makes crude comments: "we all know the three rings. engagement ring, wedding ring and suffer-ring." and lily just watches, half judgementally like she always does, and the other half in somewhat awe that her insane friend is now an acting minister.

remus is still lost in a blur, james is giggling and clapping (he wholeheartedly supports the matrimony), lily is trying to work on her report, while also trying to make a sarcastic comment every now and then, and sirius is asking you if you take remus' hand in marriage.

"do you promise to take care of your husband through sickness and in health?"

"always," you respond with added flair.

"the line is i do??? maybe i should be the bride instead."

when remus finally comes to, you've agreed to be his wife and james hasn't stopped talking about how this is a match made in heaven and sirius is telling you both to kiss. so he does what he does in all awkward situations: freeze. and so you do what you do in all awkward situations: make the whole scenario 10x more awkward by attempting to carry him bridal style, making the whole legal contract "thing" completely binding in sirius and james' eyes.

when you finally manage to leave class, you two are in seemingly connected, strung together by an invisible string called sirius black's persistence and james potter's support, the true foundations of any healthy marriage.

if he can't profess his undying love for you, he will just have to wear a small paper ring for the rest of his life (and let sirius and james make fun of him).

[caspian-16]

Time to save them all, Chapter 3

                          June 11th 1978

Harry had since moved from the forbidden forest and was now walking down the streets of Diagon alley. He was in desperate need for a hot shower and a decent meal so a night in the leaky cauldron was his best bet. 

The 70s were quite a fun time in Harry’s opinion. There were people of all genders wearing bell bottoms, heels and tight shirts with messy hair and lots of denim and leather. He imagined a younger version of his uncle Sirius wearing these muggle clothes and dragging the marauders to Bowie and Queen concerts, like he detailed in the future.

The wizard world hadn’t changed much. He still saw people in robes and pointy hats, mostly the same stores occupying the same places. The only difference he could find were the different quidditch players plastered on posters.

Although he was in a time before his birth, he felt comfortable here.

Harry could see the effects of destroying 2 horcruxs this early on in the did. Deatheaters were becoming violent (more than they already were) and we're hunting down anybody who could possibly be connected.

He knew where the next horcrux was, with Bellatrix Lestrange. She wouldn’t have put the Hufflepuff cup in her vault yet, that would happen in a few days. Hopefully, he would be able to steal and destroy it while they were on their way to Gringots (as apperating there would be near impossible considering the curse on the item). 

Harry hoped luck would again be on his side.

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June 11th 1978 - 20:03

A strong sense of euphoria flooded Harry’s body. Hot steaming water relaxed his tired and dirt covered muscles. The mud that was previously stuck to him, was now circling the drain in a mucky spiral.

After a long soak, Harry retreated to his plush bed and warm meal delivered by the maid. In his search for horcruxes, Harry had been deprived of the common pleasantries of comfort, cleanliness and edible food. The sweet relief of experiencing them again was a strong kind of joy.

Sleep succumbed to Harry as he laid curled up in the thick sheet of the leaky cauldron.

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June 13th 1978

Today was the day. The day he would destroy the hufflepuff cup and show himself to the death eaters. Harry had spent the previous day working on a plan (and enjoying his last chance of comfort for a long while).

Bellatrix would come in through the front entrance of Gringotts and be met at the door by the goblin in charge of her family's vault, where she would hide the cup.

There was no way Harry could attack her inside of Gringotts so before was the best bet. She would most likely be travelling with a few death eaters, since Voldemort would be extremely cautious after two of his horcrux have already been destroyed. His wand couldn’t be tranced since it probably hadn’t been made at this time or is sitting in one of the boxes at Olivander’s, collecting dust. Harry set a trap late last night, a distraction to entice panic and to avoid his face being plastered on every wall.

Merlin, he hoped this would work.

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June 13th 1978 - 10:01

Harry hid in the alleyway a few stores down from Gringotts. A long black cloak was draped over his body and a red Grifindor scarf wrapped around the bottom half of his face. The only thing out in the open was his glasses, covered eyes.

The familiar fuzzing sound of apperation sounded through his ears. There she was, walking directly towards Gringotts with four deatheaters around her.

It was time.

With a flick of his wand the plan commenced.

A deafening bang sounded out through Diagon alley. An explosion on the steps on Gringotts was a great distraction. A heavy cloud of smoke rapidly spread through the streets. The doors to the bank were blocked with debris.

Harry ran through the smoke and into the chaos. The five death eaters were close together and about to escape before Harry took his chance.

“Avada Kedavra.”

A bright green flash hit one of the Bellatrix's guards. Dead.

When the others looked for their attacker, a void of mist covered him from sight. A spell shot off from a different direction.

“Sectumsempra.”

The bleeding body of the death eater was laid on the ground, close to death.

“Go on, get them!”

Bellatrix let out a loud screech before the last two ran into the mist. Green flashes burned through the fog before the death eaters' bodies were thrown at her feet.

A laugh came out of the woman’s mouth, crazed and deranged.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

She twised and turned around to spot her attacker, growing more paranoid by the second. A wand dug into the side of her neck.

“This is for Sirius, Crucio!”

Screams echoed out of Bellatrix, the burning hot pain was so strong she didn’t notice the bag she once held was missing from her hand. When the spell was released, she staggered up to her feet and manically yelled.

“GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY TRAITOR!!!”

A giant black mass erupted out of the mist and swallowed her up.

Dead.

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June 13th 1978 - 10:11

Harry’s body collapsed against the stone wall. Another horcrux down and more death eaters dead. All he needed to do now was grab his bag from the leaky cauldron and run as fast as he could to somewhere safe. As he stood up, a voice sounded out from behind him.

“Don’t move.”

Shit.

This could end badly, especially if it’s someone he meets in the future.

“Turn around.”

Harry slowly turned around to face his attacker and was surprised by what he saw. The man in front of him resembled a young Sirius but less muscular. His features were more defined and his hair was more curly and a lighter shade of brown. Harry was confused at the identity of the man in front of him before he realised.

Regulus Black.

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PT9 the soup...

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*door bell rings*

‘Remus! My saviour, did you bring the goods!?’

‘Yes James I brought the goods’ with a sigh Remus pushes past James and heads towards the kitchen, where he finds regulus. Not just any regulus but a sick Victorian child version of regulus who seems to be guarding the cupboards with his life - or whatever he has left in him -

‘You didn’t!?’ Regulus retorts

‘Yes I did.’

‘TRATOR! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE TOMATOES’

‘Yes, I do’ smirking Remus takes small steps towards regulus, eventually cornering him. Peter, Sirius and James believe this soup to be magic. As coincidentally Pete had a headache one day and they popped in to Aldi to grab him some soup, and this very soup just happened to cure him - it was actually just the paracetamol kicking in. From that day in the soup became sacred to them.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knows how much regulus hates tomatoes. It all started when he and Sirius were kids. They had a tomato eating competition - who can eat the most tomatoes in a minute - regulus lost that competition and has hated tomatoes ever since, partly because he’d lost and partly because he’d eaten enough tomatoes to last him a lifetime.

Once Remus successfully made the soup, whilst dealing with regulus pouting in the corner, he drags his best friend towards the table and tells him to eat. However regulus is stubborn, very stubborn and refuses.

‘Come on reg do it for James!’ Remus is getting desperate and doesn’t know what to do, when he remembers the one thing that regulus would do anything for. Doris.

Doris is Remus’ and Sirius’ cat. Regulus would die for Doris, trade all of his books and his soul for cuddles with Doris. He would even sell his own brother- but then again he’d sell Sirius for a ham and cheese toastie.

‘If you eat the damn soup, I will call Sirius and ask him very nicely to bring Doris over.

At that regulus’ eyes widen, spoon in hand and slowly but surely he begins to eat.

Now there are some side effects to this soup, but everyone reacts differently. Regulus however is most unpredictable…

Ah ok so, sorry if anyone found that a bit boring as I am still sick and have been very busy lately there will be more on the soup and Doris - lmk if you know what Doris I’m talking about 🤭 - then it’ll be back to hogwarts…

Hope you enjoyed, see you next week:)

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James Potter

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Miles Morales (Both)

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Canis Major

Day 27 of @prongsfoot-microfic

On AO3

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The shop doesn’t look like much from the outside, with dirty brickwork and a hanging sign that has seen better days. In the window are a few basic designs to lure customers inside, but James knows that the artist prefers commissioned pieces. He’s seen some of his work around Diagon Alley. The magical tattoos are displayed proudly by their owners, snitches flying around their forearms, owls perching on their shoulders, and incantations glowing on their wrists. James has never really cared about tattoos before. The muggle variety bored him, as pretty as they are, they don’t match his need to be constantly changing. It’s why this new shop intrigues him. 

That and he’s heard the owner is the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. 

James pushes open the door to the shop, a chime sounding above him. He looks up to see a small bell, instead of the usual charmed variety. It’s a nice touch, cementing the weird fusion of muggle and magic that the shop’s brand promotes. 

“Hello? Mr Black?” James calls into the seemingly empty room. 

Inside it’s more spectacular. The walls are covered in portraits. Wizarding folk show off their one-of-a-kind tattoos, winking and smiling from their frames. The artwork is stunning, but the tattoos are next level. James goes from being vaguely curious about getting a tattoo to desperately wanting one, but he has no fucking idea what.. 

“James?” a tall man enters the room from the back of the shop, looking at a floating parchment beside him and then back at James. He’s wearing jeans and a band shirt, some muggle band that James’ doesn’t know. His black hair is tied up in a messy bun, with loose curls falling by his chin, and his eyes are lined with dark smudges. “Potter?”

“Yup, that’s me. Black, right?”

The man holds out his hand and James notices a series of dark dots covering his forearm. Compared to the designs on the wall, it seems so… boring - out of place on such a handsome individual. The smile he gives James is blinding. “Sirius, please. Did you want to get started?”

They relax on the sofas in one corner of the shop, figuring out what James wants, but he keeps getting distracted by Sirius’ arms. Firstly, because they’re well-toned, flexing as Sirius sketches on parchment, and secondly, the dots are a mystery that James can’t solve. After an hour, James can’t hold back his curiosity. He turns his attention away from the snitch as it weaves through a pair of stag antlers, and points at the dots. 

“So what’s that?”

Sirius’ quill freezes and his silver gaze meets James’. Smirking, he clicks his fingers and the lights go out. The dots glow a brilliant white, connected by now visible lines. “Canis Major.”

James is stunned, his design now seeming ridiculously complex next to the constellation - beautiful in its simplicity. 

Three years later, James has a matching version inked across his heart- a celebration of their wedding anniversary. 

[maelovesmarlene]

the beginning

I saw an Instagram post a few months ago, I cannot for the life of me find it or remember who wrote it, just like almost everything that inspired my fics and shorts. But the post had a list of interesting concepts for marauder AU's and one of them was an Enola Holmes AU. While I absolutely adore Enola Holmes, one of my all-time favorite versions of the Holmes/Watson adventures is the BBC Sherlock TV show starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. So may I present to you, the character concepts, chapter 1 outline, and the first unedited part of the first chapter of my newest WIP, (which I have yet to name) based on BBC Sherlock and the Marauders Era characters.

James- John

Regulus - Sherlock

Sirius - Mycroft

Remus - Lestrade

Donaven - Peter

Bella - Eurus

Mrs Hudson - Dora or Mcgonagal

Molly - Panda, not in love though

Moriarty - Barty

Stamford - Evan ml

Mary - Lily

Irene - Emma??

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-James is in therapy for fighting as a surgeon/ doctor in an unamed war, his therapist ( Mcgonagal) she tells his he has PTSD and trouble connecting with people like he used to.

James meets up for drinks with an old medical school friend, Evan, Evan suggests he become Regulus’s flatmate since they are both looking for one.

-Shortly after meeting with regulus, and being shocked by his cold demeanor, regulus decides that james is an acceptable flat mate and tells him to move in.

-Remus shows up, asking for Regulus’s help, Peter with him. Peter warns james about Regulus

-upon arriving at the crime scene where Antony Peverell was found dead in his classic Dark green suit

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A study in green: chapter 1 “I'm sorry, I just feel as if my chest is being constricted every time I start to talk about it,” James said referring to the conversation he and his therapist had just been having about the battle. The battle that nearly took his life once and that felt like would actually kill him if he kept thinking about it.

“That's perfectly normal James, you are suffering from a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, we’ve talked about it many times.” Minerva said gently, smiling at James.

“I know, it just doesn’t feel like it should feel like this. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” James responded.

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Limping down the rainy sidewalk, holding a red umbrella over his head, James thinks about what Doctor Mcgonagal had said to him, about his feelings being perfectly normal. None of his feelings feel good, let alone perfectly normal. James arrived right in front of a brick building, large windows displaying patrons inside, laughing over drinks, sitting on red faux leather that becomes sticky from sweat or perched on matching bar stools. James spots him inside, Evan Rosier.

James walks in the bar, the glass door swinging closed behind him, a bell signaling his arrival, Evan looks up, before his face split open into a wide grin. Evan slild out of the booth he was sitting in to greet James.

"Potter!” Evan exclaimed, pulling James into a tight embrace. “Hey Rosier” James said into Evans shoulder. Evan pulled back, tall and blond as ever, with a sharp jaw and stark blue eyes. After ordering beers, and entertaining a few pleasantries,

“How are you”

“Are you still with Jade?”

“How’s Pandora doing?”

Evan asked the real question that had been hanging over them for the las thalf hour.

“I thought you were abroad somewhere getting shot at, what happened?” Evan said.

“I got shot” James said simply. Evans face shifted from intruiged to concerned.

“Im fine now, just a limp in my left leg.” James didn’t bring up anything else on the topic of being shot at.

“Where are you staying now that your back in London?”

“Oh just at a motel for now. I need to find a flat mate or something.”

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Anywho ignore all the spelling mistakes i dont want to edit this right now and yuh.

BUT JAMIE AND EVAN ARE BUDDIES

i love them sm.

If you have any suggestions or ideas for this fic please lmk!!

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content: fiance's brother!regulus, fem!reader, side of fiance!sirius, cuckolding (i guess.)

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regulus tries to conceal the shiver that races up his back, baring his teeth from his spot buried into the vibrating crevice of your neck. you're so tight around him that he pauses, pubic hair tangled with yours and chests heaving against each other in sync.

"get off of her, regulus," sirius grits, seated feet away from the tangled bodies of his betrothed and his little brother. he places a hand atop regulus' flexing shoulder, pushing angrily.

regulus whips his head around, glaring at his brother, breathing against your jaw as you wiggle under him, "get off?" he tsks, "no, i don't think she'd like that very much. would you, darling?" you whine pathetically when he rolls his hips, reaching up to claw at his back, fingers brushing against sirius'.

regulus grips your jaw, leaning in to rub his nose against your cheek, "hm?"

he slows his thrusts, pulling away from you enough to view himself disappearing into you. his fingers slither down your body, trailing the valley between your breasts to your pussy with a gentle touch. you shiver, arching your back as he slits your lips open, angling his hand to rub soft circles into your throbbing nub. "look at how wet she is," he says, thrusting sharply to hear the lewd squelch of your pussy. "such a precious girl, isn't she?"

he pulls out almost entirely, sinking back into your heat slowly, leaving you squirming and lifting your hips to meet his. a high rumbling noise meets his ear as you hug him closer, holding his face into your chest. "do you hear her purring for me, sirius?" regulus taunts, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your heaving chest. "i bet you've never felt this good, have you? he just can't fuck you properly."

sirius pushes against his brother harder, knocking him onto his side. you cry out, "that's enough, regulus. you're vile," sirius seethes, venom in his voice. "immoral."

regulus scoffs, flopping onto his back. his damp curls fall around his warm face, cheeks burning a bright pink as he chuckles, reaching down to pump at his aching, wet cock, "am i?"

sirius fumes at his tone but his next insult dies on his tongue when regulus pats his lap with his free hand, signaling you to climb on top of him. he looks at you wordlessly, disbelief all over his face as you refuse to meet his eyes, claiming your spot on regulus. you sink down slowly and your head lolls back as he fills you fully.

regulus groans, "good girl, darling. good fucking girl." he laughs breathily as you grind your hips, whimpering in desperation. he thrusts upwards, causing you to yelp as he ruts into you, griping the dip of your waist, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.

the crevices and dips of the milky skin of his lean chest fill with salty sweat that sparkles under the light of the moon. his arms flex and the muscles of his neck tense as he tries to control his breathing, letting only deep grunts and groans mingle with the noises of you falling apart above him.

"tell him how i fuck you so well," he murmurs, trailing one of his hands up your arm until it reaches your throat, gently squeezing the side. you close your eyes, breaking the intense eye contact between you and regulus. you shake your head, cinching your brows together as he thrusts harder, faster.

sirius is still speechless, stare flickering from you to his brother. he feels his hand twitch again, aching to push you away from each other, feelings of betrayal, disgust, and disappointment circling in his mind as they had once before.

"open your eyes," regulus grits, pinching your cheeks together and angling your face towards sirius. you reluctantly obey, blinking away the tears that begin to fill your waterline as you stare into his eyes filled with conflicting emotion. "tell him."

[kaaaaaaarf]

18, 19 & 23 wifey

Good afternoon dearest darling wife of mine! <3

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

Maybe I Got My Spoon (inside your jar)? I really wanted a Zeppelin lyric, but couldn't find one that fit. @butcherbacterium came in clutch with recommending that lyric from Candy Store Rock.

19. Share your favourite opening line

Oh, that honour goes to Only Get (My Rocks) Off: They say that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings. Every time Remus has to listen to his neighbour’s fucking drainpipe clink against the side of the house, Remus gets a migraine and a hard-on. 

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

The first thing that came to mind was the mini epilogue at the end of You Grew Tall (I stayed the same). The first couple sentences were really clunky for a long time, until I went in and fixed them a month or so ago. Final product: It’s a clear April afternoon and Sirius is in the office of the tiny flat that he and Remus share in Shoreditch. Remus is out for the day, so he’s decided to do a spot of Spring cleaning. The window is propped open to let in the fresh air, Tangerine drifting in from the front room where they keep the turn-table. He’s already tidied up the book shelf, and has made a discard-pile of books on the leather armchair in the corner for Moony to sort through when he gets home.

2023 year in review fic writer asks

[bees-writting]

HIIII- I’m Bee, he/him pronouns and I write for funsies, feel free to ask me anything that doesn’t disrespect the guidelines :)

Here’s the masterlist, it will stay updated : MASTERLIST

This will be updated as I see fit

Here’s the writting run down yall

Don’ts

Smut

Homophobia (may be written for storyline purposes but don’t blatantly request it bc you don’t like the gays)

Transphobia (same as above)

Racism (same as above)

Irl serial killers (I knew a girl don’t ask)

Illegal sexual stuff (I’ll write stealing and shit but not the nasty bad stuff like that yk)

No discrimination

No actors themselves (sorry it makes me uncomfy, but you can do characters, or characters played by a specific actor)

No OCs written by other people (I may write one of my OCs occasionally)

I refuse to straightify gay characters (I write mostly mxm anyways, I will gayify straight characters- might be controversial but idc)

No like little minors if that makes sense- like no young Percy Jackson but like teens I’ll write for since most characters are teens

Dos

Yandere

MaleXMale

MaleXFemale (Occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

FemaleXFemale (occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

Gay characters- (like me)

Trans characters (also like me)

AUs (depending on the AU)

Poly (depending on the characters)

Idk request it and I’ll let you know ig

That’s the basic guidelines both for writting and in general, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

Here are some current characters I’m willing to write for! - if you want someone from another fandom or a unlisted character feel free to ask if I’ll add them to my list!

Harry Potter Universe

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Barry Crouch Jr (PLEASE I LOVE HIM)

Evan Rosier

Sirius Black

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Young Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle Jr

Matteo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Teddy Lupin

Newt Scammander

Marvel/X-Men

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland- I have a Vendetta against Mr. Maguire)

Harry Osborne (TASM 2, AND PLEASE I BEG REQUEST HIM I LOVE HIM AHHH)

Loki

The Winter Soldier

Thor

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Hawkeye

Black widow

Peter Maximoff

Young Charles Xavier

Wolverine

Beast

Mystique

There are so many of them so if the person isn’t listed just ask if I’ll do them and I’ll let you know

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Ruby(Red riding hood)

Heracles

Peter Pan(but not canon like not the whole weird family thing they’ve got goin on)

Mulan

Tinker bell

Jekyll and Hyde

Jefferson

August

Ingrid

Knave of hearts

Once Upon A Time (Wonderland)

Knave of hearts

Red Queen

Cyrus

Alice

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson- teen version

Nico Di Angelo

Luke Castellian

Leo Valdez

Annabeth Chase

Clarisse La Rue

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Malark

Johanna Mason

Lucy Gray

Sejanus Plinth

Effie Trincket

Haymitch Abbernathy(?)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda

Amity Blight (only fem.)

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne (only platonic she’s AroAce)

Raine Whispers

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Gus Porter

Willow

Hunter

Darius

Night At The Museum

Jed

Octavius

Ahkmenrah

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Hartley Rathaway (Male only)

School Bus Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Ashlyn

Logan

Tyler

Taylor

Misc.

Five Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Klaus Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or from Wonka)

Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

Gabriel Boutin (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Nathan Byrn (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

[myjealouseyes]

What Christmas songs do you imagine the fame!AU Marauders and Valkyries covering?

They would collab to have one big Christmas EP!

Sirius isn’t a big Christmas music fan. He doesn’t hate it, it’s not an a genre he would write a song within so his pick would be something more rock ‘n’ roll oriented. like You’re a Mean one, Mr. Grinch. (Marc Martel’s version.) (Spotify link)

James is a big Christmas music fan so he would pick a classic. Probably Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Remus would also keep with the classics. He would probably pick It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Peter would pick let it snow because he’s supprised no one else did.

Mary would absolutely want to cover Jingle Bell Rock. No questions asked, she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Lily would definitely do Rocking Around The Christmas Tree or Santa Baby.

Marlene isn’t a real big fan of Christmas music either, but she wouldn’t miss a chance to cover little drummer boy like Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.

[nikarie5]

Sandwich de la rondelle - Snippet with a guest star

Rating : General audience, no ships but bad French

General description : Sirius, Théo Angevine, and Frederick Wentworth (borrowed from @amarguerite's most excellent Persuasion Skating AU) take part in a cooking segment for the morning news at the Canadian TV studio at the 2022 Olympics. (Yes, yes, I know NHLers didn’t participate, but this is an AU, shhh!) 

Pardon my French in the first part, I don’t think I’ve written in French for over a decade? Some of the English version is at the end, will maybe post the rest eventually?

Thanks to @lumosinlove and @amarguerite for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for organising the fic-o-ween prompts, and @hazelnoot-analyst for the archiving :)

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“Bienvenue à Salut Bonjour aux Jeux Olympiques, édition cuisine!  Je suis Corinne, et nous avons avec nous aujourd’hui trois des fils les plus connus de la Belle Province. Ils sont ici pour nous montrer quelques unes de leurs petites astuces pour garantir un bon match et pour faire part dans une petite échange culturelle. Vous les connaissiez: nous souhaitons la bienvenue à Théo Angévine, des Vegas Golden Knights; Sirius Black, des Gryffindor Lions; et Frédéric Wentworth, des Habitants et capitaine de l’équipe nationale. Les trois ensembles forment la première ligne à l’attaque pour Canada pour ces jeux à Beijing.

Alors, Théo et Sirius, on me dit que vous avez tous les deux un rituel d’avant match très, mais très similaire. Qu’est-ce que c’est qu’un sandwich de la rondelle et comment se fait-il que vous en fassiez tous les deux un avant chaque parti?” “Bon, d’abord”, Théo jette une petite sourire au studio, “pour commencer, il vous faut du pain de mie, de la beurre, une banane, une petite cuillère de cannelle, du sucre blanc, et l’incontournable beurre de cacahuète.”

“Crémeux, ou croquant?”, interjette Corinne.

“Crémeux.” “Croquant.” Disent Théo et Sirius en même temps.

« Et vous pouvez utiliser du miel au lieu du sucre blanc si, pour une raison ou un autre, vous n’en aviez pas. L’important c’est que votre sandwich à un gout sucré. » ajoute Sirius.

Les trois joueurs prennent chacun une banane dans la main, et commencent à le couper en petits tranches. « Comme des rondelles, tu vois? Ensuite, on les trempe dans le miel ou sucre, puis il faut les saupoudrer avec un ‘tit peu de la cannelle. Puis dans la poêle pour les caraméliser. Ça prend, quoi, trois minutes? »

« Entre temps, fait griller le pain, puis étale un peu de beurre sur chaque côté, et saupoudre avec le reste du mélange sucre cannelle, or qu’avec de la cannelle si tu n’as pas de sucre. »

« Étale une des tranches de pain avec ton beurre de cacahuète croquant » Sirius jette un regard un peu compétitif vers Théo, qui assiste Frédéric avec la caramélisation des rondelles de banane.

Théo reprend, « Quand vos rondelles ont une petite peau dure, c’est le temps de les étaler à leur tour sur le beurre de cacahuète bien crémeux. Fermez le sandwich, et voilà! » Un sandwich de la rondelle.

« Pour les petits, c’est tout aussi délicieux sans caraméliser les bananes, et comme ça il ne te faut rien qu’un grille-pain. »

Corinne leur demande l’origine du sandwich, puis prends une grande bouchée du sandwich préparé par Sirius.

« ‘Fin, quand nous étions des Peewees, Sirius et moi, nous étions sur la même équipe pour un saison ou deux. Sirius était deux, trois ans plus jeune, et il avait toujours l’air affamé avant chaque parti. Un jour je lui ai offert un part de mon sandwich – ma mère m’en faisait toujours trois. Aussi simple que ça. »

Tous les yeux tournent vers Sirius, qui hausse ces épaules. Frédéric lui donne une petite tape, comme pour dire Parle, connard. Sirius ajoute, « Oui c’est ça. Je crois que j’avais sept, huit ans? C’était la première fois que j’avais gouté un sandwich sucré. C’était le sandwich parfait, croquant, sucré, pain bien dorée. J’en mange un avant chaque match. Hé, tu en avais trois? Tu m’en donnais qu’un demi-sandwich et tu en avais trois?! »

« Merci Sirius, Théo. Maintenant, passons à l’échange culturelle. Frédéric Wentworth va nous démontrer une des recettes traditionnelles de chez lui à Kahnawake, le pain frit…. »

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The next morning, Sirius, Théo, and Freddy find themselves back in the TV studio, behind the counter of the cooking set, this time with the hosts for the English morning show. Lisa LaFlamme, hired back as a special reporter for the games, greets the three then jumps right into introducing the segment.

« Good morning Canada! This is Lisa LaFlamme in the Team Canada studios, and I am joined today by the sharp end of the first line of the men’s national hockey team, winger and Captain Frederick Wentworth, center Sirius Black, and winger Théo Angevine. They are here to recreate yesterday’s viral cooking session for our English viewers. In case you missed it, Theo and Sirius are going to share one of their pre-game rituals with us, and then Frederick Wentworth is going to show us all how to make a celebratory staple from the Kahnawake reservation.

Theo, Sirius, you two share a remarkably similar pre-game ritual. How did this happen, and what is a puck sandwich? »

…

[caspian-16]

Time to save them all, Chapter 2

June 1st 1978

Harry had been in the past for a month now and to be honest, it wasn’t going well.

Harry had set up a tent deep into the forbidden forest, far enough that even Hagrid couldn't accidentally bump into him. Covering the tent walls were every location he could think of where the horcruxes were. Most of them were easy, apart from three. The diary and Nagini were most likely with Voldy and Harry had no idea where Dumbledore got the ring. 

What didn’t help was the fact that he now had to carry around the diadem everywhere he went. He didn’t want to break into Hogwarts to get it so, when he arrived in this time he snuck out of the great hall, grabbed it and ran as fast as he could out of there.The thought of being seen by anyone terrified him, imagine what would happen if Dumbledore saw him or worse his parents.

However, by the state of him, it wouldn’t matter.

His hair had started to grow out and stubble resided on his face. Mud caked his boots and jeans, to the point you couldn’t see the colours underneath. His tank top had developed numerous grass stains, as well as his Weasley made cadigan. The Gryfindor sword constantly remained sheathed and strapped to his back at all times.

He didn’t have many opportunities to clean, as the nearest body of water was the black lake but it was too close to school and he had to only go when the students were sleeping and werewolf Remus wasn’t running about.

Harry had a plan.

It was a shit plan that could possibly lead to death but it needed to be done.

Once Harry destroyed a horcrux, Voldemort would be on to him. Luckily, this time he didn’t know who Harry was, so finding him would be difficult. It also helped that his number of followers hadn’t reached its peak yet.

So on June the first 1978, Harry was going to walk into the creepy, monster-filled cave, grab the locket and destroy it and the diadem simultaneously and if Harry was lucky (which for some strange reason he is, considering he has continuously been defeating one of the most powerful wizards ever, from the age of one and up) the combined blast from both destroyed horcruxes would give him enough time to flee.

Merlin help him!

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2 Hours Later

Harry thought he was God!

Because it is physically impossible for anyone to survive what he had just gone through.

First, Harry had to get to the island, that was basically a giant fucking rock in the middle of the sea, where he had only been to once, had no fucking clue where it was, all without getting splinched.

Second, Harry then had to get into to the magic cave, row the boat to the stupidly placed pile of rocks, and drink the posion that made Dumbledore go fucking insane.

Thirdly, Harry then had to perfectly hit both horcruxes at the same time with a sword, all while being clawed to death by terrifying lake creatures, in the faint hopes it could possibly save his life.

So, Harry thought he was God!

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                                  June 11th 1978

Harry had since moved from the forbidden forest and was now walking down the streets of Diagon alley. He was in desperate need for a hot shower and a decent meal so a night in the leaky cauldron was his best bet. 

The 70s were quite a fun time in Harry’s opinion. There were people of all genders wearing bell bottoms, heels and tight shirts with messy hair and lots of denim and leather. He imagined a younger version of his uncle Sirius wearing these muggle clothes and dragging the marauders to Bowie and Queen concerts, like he detailed in the future.

The wizard world hadn’t changed much. He still saw people in robes and pointy hats, mostly the same stores occupying the same places. The only difference he could find were the different quidditch players plastered on posters.

Although he was in a time before his birth, he felt comfortable here.

Harry could see the effects of destroying 2 horcruxs this early on in the past did. Deatheaters were becoming violent (more than they already were) and we're hunting down anybody who could possibly be connected.

He knew where the next horcrux was, with Bellatrix Lestrange. She wouldn’t have put the Hufflepuff cup in her vault yet, that would happen in a few days. Hopefully, he would be able to steal and destroy it while they were on their way to Gringots (as apperating there would be near impossible considering the curse on the item). 

Harry hoped luck would again be on his side.

[annabtg]

Parallel to canon as it is revealed up until Book 6, this story is a behind-the-scenes following the members of the Order of the Phoenix from the day of Sirius's death in Book 5 until the end of Book 6. Main focus on Dumbledore and Snape's joint efforts to stop Voldemort, and on the development of the relationship between Remus and Tonks.

(Revised version of the original work published in 2006.)

In this chapter: The cursed necklace that reaches Katie Bell's hands becomes a source of great concern for Snape and Dumbledore; Molly confronts Remus about his feelings for Tonks.

Read chapter 6/10 on AO3 or Read from the beginning