#sugar daddy!regulus

[roonilwazlibimagines]

pay me back - r.b x female!reader

Blurb: regulus pays for all of their dates, a bit of sugar daddy!regulus and lots of dad!regulus Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: a bit of suggested smut but no smut and they both want an old fashioned traditional nuclear family life, also sickly fluffy and not proof read A/N: i haven't had inspiration for months and i'm actually happy with this :)))

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“One day you’ll pay me back.” 

That was what he always said and it always got a huff and an eye roll out of the pretty girl sitting in front of him. 

“Well I hope that day is coming up soon.” 

“Me too.” 

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“I’ll get it.” 

They were only sixteen and it was their first date at Madam Puddifoot's. 

“No, don’t be silly.” They were in front of the counter and she was desperately trying to get the right change out of her purse before Regulus could give his coins to the staff. 

But he had already organised them beforehand, his mother had raised him to be a gentleman and he was not letting the girl he had been crushing on since their second year pay. 

He politely thanked the worker and watched her huff and put the coins back in her purse so she could follow him outside. 

“I really appreciate it Regulus, but you didn’t have to.” 

It was snowing so she put her beanie back on and wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck. 

“I wanted to.” 

“Well is there something else I can buy for you? Something from Honeydukes or-”

“Don’t worry about it.”

They were trudging along in the snow, not too sure of the destination but not worried about it considering they were with the other. 

“Well I’ll pay next time.” 

With his hands buried in his jacket’s pockets he turned to her, a bright smile taking up his face. 

“So there’s going to be a next time?” 

She turned away from him and looked at the ground. 

“I mean, I have to make it up to you somehow,” she shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

He let out a small chuckle and replied, “I can’t wait.” 

But then their next Hogsmeade trip came around and this time they went to the Three Broomsticks. 

But before the left, Regulus beat her to the counter once again and paid for their meal. 

“Regulus,” she whined. He mimicked her tone back. “I said I was going to pay.” 

“Guess you’ll just have to go on another date with me and pay for that one.” 

“Deal.” 

They were out of Hogwarts now and there hadn’t been one date that she had paid for. And Regulus never let her repay him. 

“Just pay for the next one.” 

She’d scoff at his words. 

“Yeah, that’s likely.” 

“Don’t pay me back now, I promise you can pay for the next one.”

Regulus had never broken a promise he had made to her, but the promise of letting her pay was one that was never met. 

He’d pretend to go to the bathroom and pay before she even thought about the bill or he’d already have given the restaurant his credit card before she even arrived. He would do anything, but let her pay for the date. 

“My mother would kill me if she found out I let you pay for a date,” he admitted one night. They were eighteen and Regulus had invited her back to Black manor after their meal. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and she had manoeuvred her way in between his legs. 

“Well I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me pay for a date,” she whined. Regulus wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer to him, burying his face in her abdomen while she played with the tops of his hair. 

“Well you better figure out how to hide the body, darling.” 

It was shortly after that he started responding with. 

“One day you’ll pay me back.”

“What the fuck does that even mean Regulus?” She had replied, faux annoyed by his vague response.

They were out of the restaurant now, ready to go back to hers for a little while before they called it a night. 

“You’ll find out.” 

She scoffed, but still gave his hand a squeeze before they left the restaurant. 

Regulus wasn’t sure how to explain it to her. He had been vulnerable with her like he’d been with no one else, but there was a small desire that he held that he didn’t wish to share with her. It was too personal. It had been a part of him since he was a child and he’d go as far as to say that it had become a part of his soul and he knew one day he would be ready to share it with her, but right now just wasn’t the time. 

Regulus wasn’t sure how this desire came to be. He thought it came back to his parents. Every Monday his father would come home with flowers for his mother and each time his mother blushed and giggled as if this was the first time he had ever bought her flowers. 

Some days, his father would come home with a shiny new piece of jewellery and he’d watch his father put it on his gushing mother and press a soft kiss to whatever skin was free next to the new diamonds adorning her body. 

As he got older he realised that his mother had little to stress about. Sure, she dealt with him and Sirius and that was no easy task, but it was his father who stayed up late in his office dealing with some bill or some renovation that needed to be fixed. His mother lived a life of leisure and whenever he and Sirius prevented her from living that life, his father would save her with a massage or a weekend away or s shopping spree or whatever it was her heart desired. 

And their marriage was filled with nothing but love, respect, and joy and Regulus realised that was what he wanted. 

Sure, it was a little old fashioned and if he found someone he loved who didn’t want to live a life like that, he’d easily compromise, but he wanted what his parents had. 

He wanted a big house for his lovely wife and his two children (a boy and a girl, but he knew he couldn’t pick that) and he wanted to come home from work with her favourite flowers and watch her hum as she organised them in a vase. He wanted every single one of her desires to come to fruition no matter how small or how frivolous. He wanted to come home and cook for her and surprise her with her favourite cake that he had stopped for on the way home and he never wanted her to worry about a single thing. 

When he was sixteen and had taken her to Madam Puddifoots, he could already imagine that life with her. Sure, he was getting a little ahead of himself, but that was what he wanted. 

When he had written home to his parents about his new girlfriend they had sent him a few extra galleons ‘for your next date xx’ they had written. 

“I hope you haven’t made her pay.” Was the first thing his parents said when he got back home and told them all about it.

And then as they got older and he got a job and he started gaining access to is Black inheritance, he started spoiling her in different ways. 

He liked to mix it up. As soon as he learnt her favourite flowers it seemed her room was always filled with a fresh bunch. Sometimes when they went out and he saw her stare at a skirt too long, only to walk away once she looked at the tag, she’d find said skirt in a sparkly bag at their next date. One time, he surprised her with a day trip to Paris where they went to a small bakery where she found her new favourite dessert. A month later Regulus showed up with that exact pastry and a bunch of her favourite flowers. 

“How did you get this?” She asked, already stuffing a bite into her mouth. Her mother would have had a heart attack at the action and the icing sugar that coated her upper lip. 

“I went to Paris to get it.” He admitted sheepishly. 

“You what?” She practically screeched, bringing the pastry down to stare at him. “Regulus,” she whined. 

“It was nothing.”

“You’re always spoiling me with things, I want to spoil you back.”

“One day you’ll pay me back.”  She scoffed and rolled her eyes, using the back of her hand to wipe the icing sugar from her mouth. 

“Whatever that means.” 

It was no question that the Black’s were a little richer than her family and it made her feel insecure that Regulus was always buying things for her. She had a job, just like Regulus and she could afford these things, so one day when she was shopping and she saw a simple ring that reminded her of Regulus, she bought it. 

“Darling,” Regulus didn’t sound as happy as she’d hoped, “I really appreciate this, but I don’t want you feeling like you have to buy things for me.” 

“Well now you know how I feel,” she fought back. 

“It’s different,” he argued.” 

“What, because I’m poorer than you?” She folded her arms around her chest and gave him a challenging look. Regulus gave her a look back. She knew that wasn’t what he meant. 

“Darling,” his voice had a warning tone to it and she sighed, taking a step closer to him and taking his hands in hers. 

“You spoil me so much, I just want to pay you back.”

“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. 

“Will I ever find out when that day is?”

“I hope so.” He leant down to press a kiss to her head and the conversation was finished. 

It wasn’t until they were twenty and engaged that she was provided some insight into what Regulus’ words meant. 

They were out for dinner for Walburga’s birthday and after their very fancy dinner they had gone to get ice-cream, per the birthday girl’s request. 

They went back outside to enjoy their cones when all of a sudden, her ice cream had fallen out of her cone. 

“Oh no,” she whined, pouting at the splatter right in front of her feet. 

“Oh darling,” Walburga said, “what happened.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, genuinely not knowing how it happened. 

“We’ll go get you another one,” Walburga offered as she stepped over the mess and made her way to Regulus.

“It’s fine,” she shrugged already grabbing a hold of Regulus’ to take a bite out of it. 

“Nonsense,” Walburga scoffed, “Regulus,” her tone suddenly got tighter, “go get her another one.” 

She barely had time to blink before Regulus was handing her his ice cream so he could go inside and get her another one. 

“No, it’s fine, really.” She tried to hold onto Regulus so he wouldn’t go, she didn’t want to make this a big deal, it was truly fine. 

“Don’t worry,” Regulus said, getting out of her grasp, “besides, I don’t want you to steal mine.” 

She rolled her eyes at him. 

“Fine,” she huffed, “I’ll go get it.” She stood up, going to pass the ice cream back to Regulus, but he had already walked back in. 

She was about to follow him, ready to have their usual petty disagreement about who was paying, but Walburga gently grabbed onto her wrist. 

“Let him pay for it. Birthday girl’s request.” 

She couldn’t fight with that logic. 

“He spoils me too much,” she admitted. 

“He should spoil you more.” 

She giggled at Walburga’s words. 

“I don’t think I’ve paid for a single thing in our relationship,” she admitted sheepishly. 

“Good,” Walburga responded, “I hope you never do.” 

“But I want to spoil him like he spoils me.” 

“I think, one day you will pay him back. Soon, hopefully.” 

She was taken aback by the words and the little wink Walberga sent her way. That was something her son had been telling her for years now. 

Thankfully, she didn't have to think of something to reply because Regulus was back with her ice cream in hand, passing it to her with a “Here you go darling,” and a small kiss to her forehead. 

It was that night when she was alone in her own room that the words started playing around in her mind. She went back to a conversation they had had before Regulus had even proposed to her. 

“Do you want kids?” She had asked. 

They were laying outside on a picnic blanket, watching the stars. She was cuddled into his side and he had an arm wrapped around her shoulders. 

“Yes,” he responded, barely letting a breath pass before he answered. 

“How many?”

“However many you want.” He turned to face her and brought his face an inch closer so the tips of his nose were touching. 

“Good answer,” she whispered. They were so close she could almost feel him smile. “But if you had a choice, how many kids?” This time, he debated answering before he opened his mouth. 

“Two,” he said finally. 

“What if I don’t want any kids?” She did. She had dreamt of having a family since she was a little girl. Sure, it was a little old fashioned and not the most aspirational goal a young girl could have, but that was what she wanted. 

Regulus pulled back slightly so he could read her face. 

“Do you want kids?” 

“Yes,” she whispered and he nodded. 

“Good.” 

He went back so their noses were slightly smooshed together. 

“I’ve always wanted kids,” she admitted. 

“Me too.” Regulus shifted so he was on his back and she rested her head on his chest. 

“I can’t wait ‘til we have kids,” she admitted. When Regulus didn’t respond straight away she continued. “Do you think I will have paid you back by then?” She teased, referring to the statement Regulus had said less than two hours ago when he had showed up with her favourite flowers. 

“Yeah,” Regulus sighed happily, “you will have.”

Once they got married Regulus didn’t know how to say that if she didn’t want to work, she didn’t have to because if he had his way, she’d never have to work another day in her life, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was what she wanted and he didn’t want her to feel pressured to do something she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to work she could work, whatever made her happy made Regulus happy. He just wanted her to know she had the option. 

But they were young and a week after their honeymoon, they were dealing with a positive pregnancy test. 

“Who is even going to look after the baby?” She exclaimed. Regulus was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and she was sitting on his lap. Sure, this was something they had talked about and had both wanted, but it was still a shock. 

“You know,” Regulus started, he didn’t even know how to start this conversation, but now was a better time than ever, “if you hate this option that’s fine, I just want what will make you happy but I just need you to know the options there.” He spoke fast enough that she had stopped freaking out to make sure she didn't miss what he said. “But I make enough to support us both, if you don't want to work, you don’t have to.” 

She was silent for a moment so Regulus started rambling again. 

“Like I said, I know you enjoy your job and I don’t want you to quit, but work is still work you know and I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Regulus,” she cut him off. 

“Yeah.”

“It’s fine.” 

“Okay.”

They sat in silence. 

“Then I’ll never be able to pay you back.”

“One day you’ll pay me back.” She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. 

“Seriously?” 

“Trust me, I think that day is coming soon.” 

So she quit her job and became Regulus’ trophy wife.

“Don’t say that,” he scolded her the first time she said it to him. She was giggling playing with the chain of the new necklace he had bought her. 

“I’m only kidding,” she reassured him, pulling him in to press a kiss to his lips. 

“I think I’m more like your sugar baby.” 

She pulled him in for another kiss before he could groan. 

But as soon as she had the baby “One day you’ll pay me back.” quickly turned into “You’re already paying me back.” 

This time she laughed. 

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” She may have been near her mid-twenties, but she still felt like the same young teenager who had asked something similar the first time Regulus had responded in such a vague way. 

“Nothing for you to worry your pretty little mind about.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she giggled. 

“Whatever you say.” 

At the birth of their second child when she was lying in a bed in St Mungo’s in the early A.M of the morning, holding their newborn baby in her arms Regulus whispered her name. Their eldest, now almost three, had their arms wrapped around Regulus' neck, their head buried in his chest as their light breathing reached his ear. 

Regulus wasn’t going to be able to make it to work tomorrow, but he had already arranged for the florist to deliver her favourite flowers to the hospital. 

She hadn’t responded to his call, she was sleeping herself. Regulus had called the nurse as soon as he saw her pretty eyelids flutter shut and as he was waiting for them to arrive to take the baby back he whispered, “thank you for paying me back.” 

But it wasn’t until they were in her late twenties. Regulus had a house, a pretty wife, and two beautiful children to come home to everyday and each day, he brought back with him something for his pretty wife. 

Whether it was her favourite flowers or her favourite pastry that he had sent his assistant to retrieve all the way from Paris, he continued to spoil her. 

One night he came home and it was thundering horribly. 

As she was replacing her old flowers in her favourite vase she whispered, “the kids have been terrified all day.”

“Poor darlings.”

“One started crying and then the other followed and I almost copied them too.” 

Regulus could tell that she had had a hard day with the two children so he ran her a bath while he got the kids fed and off to bed. 

“Thank you for that,” she hummed when she finally joined him in bed, “you’re the best.” 

She placed her legs over his hips and leant down to kiss him. “Can I pay you back for tonight?” She teased, running her fingers up and down his bare chest. Sometimes when Regulus wouldn’t let her pay him back she’d resort to other acts to which he happily let her repay him with. 

“Told you I was your sugar baby,” she’d teased. 

Regulus winced,”please don’t say that.”

Regulus had a cocky smirk gracing his lips, but just as he was about to agree a loud clap of thunder shook the house making her jump.

Regulus was quick to wrap his arms around her, but she only groaned and got out of his grasp, knowing what was about to come. 

“Mummy!”

“Daddy!”

And within seconds their two little munchkins were in their room. 

“We can’t sleep.” “Lucky we bought a big bed,” Regulus sighed. 

“Don���t worry my darlings,” She reassured them, already pulling the blanket back so they could join them, “just a little bit of thunder, it won’t hurt you.” 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, yeah?” Regulus continued, moving over to make room for the two little humans. 

It seemed with the protection of their parents, the two little munchkins were able to fall asleep almost instantly. 

The eldest was snuggled up to her, their arms resting across her tummy and their head buried in her chest while the youngest had their head rested on Regulus’ chest with their legs reaching her tummy. 

“Regulus,” she whispered, not sure if her husband was still awake. He hummed back in response. “I’m mad they ruined the mood, but I still love them.” Regulus let out a soft chuckle. 

“Thank you for spoiling me this afternoon.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Is there any other way I can repay you?” 

“You already have.” 

“I didn’t get to tonight, maybe tomorrow? Or maybe on the weekend I can drop them off at-”

“Darling, no,” Regulus interrupted. “You’ve already repaid me.” 

“How so?” 

“By giving me these two little munchkins,” he whispered. When she didn’t say anything he continued. “By agreeing to be my wife. By letting me spoil you. By loving me all the time. By being the best mother. By-”

“Regulus,” she whined, “you’re so cheesy.” 

“It’s true.” Part of him wished there weren’t two little bodies blocking him from reaching out to her, but they were the biggest part of their relationship, so he didn’t complain. “All I wanted growing up was to have a family like this and you’ve provided me with that and more.” 

“Well, if I knew that was how I needed to repay you I would’ve had your babies quicker,” she teased and Regulus was glad she couldn’t see his playful eyeroll. 

“I’m serious,” he insisted and she sighed. “I just want to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“You make it so easy to love you.” She turned her head as much as she could to look at him. “So can we call it even now? You’ve spoiled me enough to make up for everything I’ve done, deal?” 

“Darling, I’m never going to stop spoiling you.”

[saddramaqueensworld]

James Fleamont Potter 🤝 Harry James Potter

Being a sugar daddy to their significant other

[drarrytm]

“Bad for Business” by Sabrina Capenter is literally about sugar baby Regulus…

“He's good for my heart but he's bad for business. Tears me apart when he grants my wishes. All of my friends think I've gone crazy. But they don't know me like my baby. He's good (good), it's bad (bad). The best I've ever had (best I've ever had). And he's so nice, it's sad (it's sad). He ruined all my plans. And he just makes me so crazy. I know everyone sees that he'll be the death of me. “

To me it could go from either pov like from James saying it’s bad for business falling for his sugar baby

Or from Reg saying it’s bad for business falling for his sugar daddy (you’d just have to replace baby with daddy)

[xjustakay]

✺ (3/10) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: sugar — 1,146 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; when the five year old is on a sugar high)

Immediately upon getting home from his meeting, Regulus is aware that things have not gone to plan. James was meant to pick up Harry from his mums’, and the two of them were supposed to decide on dinner and their entertainment for the evening. They usually have a movie night together, the three of them, when Harry first comes back to theirs again, but it seems his husband and his son had other plans upon coming home.

Because they’re out in the backyard on the trampoline. 

Regulus hears Harry’s loud laughter carrying from the back screen before he even has to check. Setting his keys aside, he makes his way to the door to the backyard. He stands there inside for a moment, helplessly fond as he watches where Harry sits cross-legged, looking up at James, waiting.

James bounces gently in place a short distance from where the five year old sits before launching himself to land on his feet closer beside him. It flings Harry a few inches off the trampoline’s surface, his little limbs flailing as he shrieks excitedly. He flops flat onto his back afterward, lost in a string of giggles that ends up turning into ‘again, again, again!’

Two peas in a pod, James laughs with him, then reaches with both hands to tow Harry back up in his previous position. Before James can properly send him bouncing as he had moments prior, both of their heads whip in the direction of the sliding screen door when Regulus opens it to step outside.

“Papa!” Harry smiles widely, waving over at him with both hands. “Papa, watch this! Daddy can make me fly.”

“Oh, he can, can he?” Regulus smirks, coming off the patio onto the grass near the trampoline.

Harry nods and looks up at James. “Show him, daddy.”

Despite the fact that he’d just witnessed it moments ago before joining them, Regulus plays along, pretending to be awed by the way James jumps and causes Harry to bounce up off the trampoline. Again, Harry giggles for several seconds, cheeks rosy and smile unrelenting as he rolls from being flopped on his back onto his belly.

“You gotta try it, papa,” Harry tells him. “Daddy’s been doing it for ages now and it’s so fun every time.”

Regulus chuckles with a slow shake of his head. “Where’s all this energy coming from, I wonder?”

“Cookies!” Harry answers immediately, squirming up onto his knees.

One dark brow arches, Regulus’ eyes shifting to James who has the decency to look momentarily sheepish under the questioning look.

“Cookies before dinner?” He asks pointedly.

“I can explain,” James starts.

“Mama was making a whole bunch of them and mum sent me here with a big plate to share with you and daddy,” Harry explains for him.

“So, really, that look should be reserved for Pandora and Lily, my love,” James chimes in.

Regulus smiles tightly, head cocking to the side. “I’m sure you’d prefer that.”

James grimaces faintly and clambers off the trampoline, out through the zip-up mesh opening that keeps the edges screened in, to come to Regulus’ side. A large hand falls at his waist, Regulus still managing to look sternly up at him even when James leans down to kiss his cheek. He clearly has been humoring their son for a while, because he’s flushed and a little sweaty, slightly out of breath and so warm at Regulus’ side.

“You know how hard it is to get him to settle down when he’s had too much sugar,” Regulus points out.

“I know, I’m sorry.” James smooths his hand along his lower back in a continuous motion.

Regulus hums, gaze drifting to where Harry half-runs, half-bounces around the full circle of the trampoline. “How many did you let him have?”

“Just one, I swear.” James follows his line of sight, stepping even nearer to him to curl his arm around his waist. “But he did mention that Pandora had been letting him help in the kitchen, and you know that means—”

“Licking all the spoons.”

“And handfuls of chocolate chips. Ah, and some of them are frosted, even, so uh… icing taste tests, too.”

“Great.” Regulus shakes his head. “This has to be some kind of payback for when we brought him and Luna back to theirs after all that cake and candy at Ron’s birthday party.”

James chuckles and squeezes gently at his side. “He’ll crash soon enough, surely.”

“I assumed that’s why you brought him out here in the first place,” Regulus says.

“It was either that, or his suggestion to build a pillow fort pirate ship in the living room. I felt this was less jarring for you to come home to.”

Regulus watches as Harry does a quick somersault only to spring back to his feet, bounce twice in place, and purposely land on his bum with another bounce. He laughs breathlessly, adjusting glasses knocked askew by the impact, and Regulus can’t help but huff a quiet laugh of his own. Hopped up on sugar as he may be, Harry’s joy is never a thing Regulus takes for granted. Even in the silliest of moments —if not especially then.

“You’re going to sleep like babies tonight,” Regulus comments.

“Probably true.”

“After a solid bath time because you’re both so gross right now.”

James snorts, giving a tilted nod of his head in agreement. “Fair.”

“Have to figure out dinner still, too.”

“We could order a pizza to make things easy?” James suggests. When Regulus nods in reply, he nods, too. “I can stay out here and help him run off some more of the sugar high if you want to go ring it in?”

“No, I’ll watch him. You go inside and get yourself some water before you pass out or something,” Regulus teases.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’m in excellent shape,” James scoffs. Lower, just for him, he murmurs, “A fact you’re very well aware of, my love.”

He punctuates the playful remark by nipping gently at the edge of Regulus’ jaw. Regulus bats him away, lips twitching upward in a smile that couldn’t be held back even if he tried.

“Heathen,” He mutters.

“That’s me. Your heathen husband.” James smacks an overdramatic kiss to Regulus’ cheek this time before separating.

Harry hops up closer to the trampoline’s edge, hands braced carefully on the outside net to ask, “What’s a heathen, papa?”

Regulus hears James laugh loudly behind him on his way inside. 

He shakes his head, grinning fondly as he looks back at Harry. “Don’t worry about that, darling. Why don’t you show me how your cartwheels are coming, hm?”

Harry brightens immediately, nodding and leaping backward. “Okay! Make sure you’re watching the whole time!”

Nothing else in the world seems more worth Regulus’ time than watching their boy be so happy. Riled up on sugar or otherwise.

[jewishregulus]

i could talk for hours abt regulus being a college drop out like it just fits him so well. I’m sorry i know the public will disagree but no one gets him like i do. he thinks he has to go to uni and get a degree bc it’s what hes supposed to do but honestly ? he doesn’t like it he wants to learn at his own pace w his own structure he wants to explore the world he has barred himself from for so long . like i love fics where reg drops out and gets like a sugar daddy just to have the money to go to the fanciest art museums across the world and look through them at his own pace….. free from his parents to do what he wants in his own way, not in theirs ….. my sweet angel boy

so many ppl think that regulus like genuinely wants to be like his parents and do what they do and that!! is so wrong…. even in canon…. yes he willingly joined the D.E but it’s bc he didn’t realize he could do anything else … why would he think abt anything else ???? he doesn’t have any other life this is his only option. so he will live in denial abt how much he actually wants it. he’s alicentpilled in that way (those who know know)….

that’s why the moment regulus realizes he’s unhappy he literally kills himself instead of trying to rebel: he doesn’t think he Can rebel. this is his only option. if he is miserable living like this than living will just be miserable. he only has one other thing to do and that would be to die.

anyways back on topic Soz but i don’t like it when reg like owns a business or still gets his masters or a phd or something like to me that doesn’t feel like him … i’m a big fan of sirius n reg ending up in the opposite of spots as to where their parents expected. his parents thought sirius would end up poor and uneducated doing odd jobs for cash and regulus, their puppet child, would end up rich and successful making connections and such…. and then it turns out sirius gets an education and proves himself as capable of being something without them, and regulus let’s go of his parents standards of living. sirius is designing his business cards while regulus is smoking weed in the back of barty’s fuck ass car . they are both at peak happiness. regulus gets to live his own life.

sirius proves to himself he is worth something and capable outside of his family, that he can succeed without them, that he isn’t going to fall from grace without them, and regulus proves to himself that the fall from grace isn’t much of a fall, and that he’s happier with the people he loves than with the career his parents wanted for him. that’s my vision

[hp-hcs]

Can maybe request some slytherin boys with gay awakeing trope? Maybe headcanons or shorts

gay awakening headcanons — mlm! slytherin boys x male! reader

hella short cause of some ✨personal stuff✨ going on, but i just wanted to get something out 🤷‍♂️

me? blame my shitty writing skills on my current health problems? what no never

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mattheo

immediately has a mental breakdown

identity crisis anyone?

i feel like he would have that panicky gay moment where he realizes that his friend is actually his More Than Friend, ykwim?

like, you just do something innocuous like sling your arm over his shoulders while walking to class and babyboy just FREEZES

the second that happens, he immediately drops out of your life while he freaks out gets his shit together

like, homeboy just deadass vanishes

doesn’t show up to any of his classes

doesn't show up to quidditch practice (draco threatens to kill him for that, cousin or not)

meanwhile you’re just there like 🧍 “what did i do?”

because my lil darlin mattheo cannot healthily express any emotion ever, he would “solve” his problem by just like, purposefully running into you in the halls and kissing your cheek, then just full-on 🏃💨 SPRINTING 🏃💨 away without a word

theo

also has an identity crisis, he’s just better at hiding it

gotta save face, amirite?

but anyways-

you weren’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, you were just hanging out with him in his room and ended up lighting his cigarette for him

that’s it. homeboy is already whipped for ya.

like, straight up simp.

i feel like theo’s a “i’m definitely going to have a panic attack over this at two in the morning, but for now i’m just going to not think and enjoy 😌💅” kind of mentality

just flat out says it

“you know, you look really hot today.”

y/n: 😳😏………..💏💋😘

draco

have you ever had a friend that was so clearly Not Straight but they just kept denying it for years before finally coming out?

well that’s draco <3

you were at a party and agreed to join some kind of kissing game

like, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, post office…

(does anybody actually still play post office?)

and obviously, you both end up having to kiss each other duh

homeboy is not doing well

but not in a “what?? i don’t know what’s going on!!” kind of way

in a “ah shit my friends were right every time they called me gay, fuck” kind of way <3

immediately start dating after the party and everyone’s like 🤨👀

blaise

i feel like blaise already knew/suspected, but just didn’t have the vocabulary to describe his sexuality, ykwim?

i’m getting pansexual vibes frfr

could not give less of a fuck

is just like “shit alright, d'you wanna make out then?”

i mean……..it’s not like you’re gonna say no

this man. tHIS MAN. he’d be such a gentleman omfg

also i’m not gonna say sugar daddy but sugar daddy

would absolutely buy you anything you even looked at. you looked at a ten thousand galleon wristwatch in a luxury store? it’ll be on your bed waiting for you by the time you get home

if anyone was homophobic or wtv, he wouldn’t beat them up per se, but he would do something unnecessarily extra, like wear a dress and makeup just to be like “wdym? we’re a straight couple, obviously”

(he would tell his friends about the homophobe though, and they wouldn’t be quite as composed and respectful as him 👊😠🩸😵😵‍💫)

enzo

this man seriously does not care

like, he’s just like “oh i’m queer? hahah that’s crazy”

this man has no qualms about asking you out in the middle of class in front of everyone

like, in the middle of potions or smth he’d just be like “y/n, wanna go get dinner sometime?”

and you’re like “…aren’t you straight?” 🧍

enzo: “who knows? not me! does saturday at eight work?”

he’s so silly goofy i just love him sm

this boy would be a hella fine kisser, i just know it

WOULD ASK YOU TO THE YULE BALL 🕺🕺

AND WOULD GET YOU GUYS MATCHING BOUTONNIÈRES 💐

regulus

“ah shit i owe the boys twenty galleons, fuck”

resigned, more than anything

he can’t even come out, either cause like, what would that even be?

“guys, i have to tell you something……i’m gay”

“yep. what do you have to tell us??”

you asked him out cause you thought he was gay

and he was just like 😳🤨🤷‍♂️🙂👍

you guys went to fortescue’s!!! 🍦🍨🍧

(he’s def a mint chocolate chip kind of guy i’m just saying)

y’all end up being like, the it couple at hogwarts i don’t make the rules

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

Jegulus Raising Harry (1/1)

Every year James would turn into his deer self and Regulus would put a red nose on him. So then James would go to the forest and wait. Regulus would dress up Harry (making sure his ears are warm) and they would go out to see if they could find a reindeer.

Every year, Rudolph would be in the forest.

Prongs: *drinking water in a pond*

Regulus, with a little smile: Oh my, Harry dear do you see him?

Harry, gasps and his eyes sparkle: Papa, it's Rudolph!

Regulus: Go say hi to your friend, darling.

Harry skips joyfully to his friend, closes his arms around his snout, and the deer snuggles ingto him. They play for hours.

Regulus puts him on top of Rudolph, Harry swings from his antlers, Harry pets his friend thoroughly while giving him sugar cubes and carrots, and they roll oround in the grass.

Regulus: Sweetheart, it's getting late. We have to go home to make daddy hot coca with marshmallows or he'll get pissy. Oh don't look at me like that. I'll give you extra cream.

Harry, gloomily dragging his feet: Bye, Ruddie. I have to go back home- my daddy is waiting for us. I love him so much... I wish you could meet him. *whispers* But he doesn't know about you- it's mine and Papa's little secret.

Harry hugs his friend's chest because he knows it'll be long until they see eachother again.

When Harry and Regulus get to the door, Regulus kneels down: Remember Harry love, Rudoph is our secret.

Harry makes the motion of locking his lips.

When Reggie opens the door, Harry goes running to the couch where he sees James.

Harry: Daddy! Papa and I had so much fun today!

James, smirking and sweaty: Did you? Whatever did you do?

Harry, grining goofily: We went to the forest and played for hours!

Regulus: Harry, why don't you go get the cream while I talk to daddy?

Harry: Ok!

Harry runs as fast as his little feet can take him without falling.

Regulus, kissing James: Hello, lover.

James: Hi, my deer. *kiss* My life. *kiss* My star. *kiss*

Regulus, blushing and going around to move James to his lap whispers: He's so happy. You did great, mon soleil.

James, snuggling into Reg and kissing his neck: Thank you, my love. I think this was my best performance.

Regulus: I think all your preformances are spectacular *winks*

James, through laughter: Fuck yeah they are

Harry stumbles into the living room with a face full of whipped cream.

Harry: Guyssssss, c'monnnn. I need marshmallows!

James is in tears from laughing and Reg is clutching his stomach. Reggie runs to Harry, picks him up, and throws them both into James.

His family, his beautfiul family.

James and Regulus smother Harry in kisses and then when he thinks he can't laugh anymore, James carries them both to the kitchen.

And that's how the Potter-Black house always felt like. Full of joy, full of hope, dreams... and always full of love.

[lifeandlies-of-regulusblack]

Sickeningly Sweet.

ship: moonwater, regulus black/remus lupin, remus x regulus

tags: sugar baby!regulus, sugar daddy!remus, dry humping (even though regulus is the farthest thing from dry in this scene)

A quiet Friday night finds Regulus sitting on Moony's lap while he's on a call with "important people from work". And he has to keep quiet: humping, grinding, — making small desperate motions to get himself off using his daddy's leg. Remus is so good to him, taking care of such a needy brat. He promised he wouldn't make a sound.

Regulus finds himself a suitable rhythm, and he knows the lace he's wearing is soaking wet and staining the pants beneath him. He's so close, he can't help but let out the tiniest whimper. With how close he is to the phone Remus is holding, immediately, he feels shame flood through him, and he slaps a hand on his mouth, looking up from his daddy's chest. Regulus, hips still moving, wants to say sorry but all that happens is the presence of a soothing hand rubbing his back, warmth radiating even through his shirt. Daddy's not mad. To show thanks, he gently kisses Remus' jaw and focuses on grinding down harder, pressing his face back to where it once was.

When his thighs quiver, his composure breaks and his wraps his arms around his daddy, careful not to jostle the phone in his hand. He thinks Remus is on the way to seal yet another investment, wrapping up yesterday's work.

His daddy feels so good.

Quivering, like the little slut he is, he squeezes around the leg underneath him and rides out an intense orgasm that has his hips spasming, thrusting down in uncoordinated bursts that his body wrings out of him.

"I'd love to take you next week to meet the team. As much as I'm able to tell you what we're working on right now, just as we are, we're a small business." A hand grips at Regulus' waist, drawing him closer as the leg he's grinding on shifts up, ever so slightly, putting firm pressure on his clit. Bright white sparks fill his vision despite his tightly shut eyes, he wants to stay quiet, he was told to stay quiet — but his Daddy's making it so hard. The pants beneath him are soiled. That much he knows.

"I go to the lab every Monday and Wednesday to talk to the R&D department. And I know you've been waiting to hear from Ms. McKinnon, herself. She should be there this Monday. Trust me, you're going to love what you see."

When Remus puts his phone down, Regulus gasps loud and desperately, trying to ride the rest of his orgasm out. Arms wrap tightly around him while Remus proceeds to whisper in his ear, "I could feel your cunt pulsating, squeezing around nothing the entire time."

Regulus moans.

He's drawn back and away from the embrace so Remus can take a good look at him. Flushed. Sweaty. Eyes, half-glazed over.

"You still came so prettily," Remus says, brushing hair away from his face.

"Thank you, Daddy."

A kiss on his temple.

"I have another call to make but it's the last one for tonight. You can go ahead and shower— I promise I'll join you before you finish.

"No, I wanna stay." Daddy looks at him like he answered correctly. He smiles at Remus shyly, knowing he did well. "C- can I have another one?"

Can I ride you until I cum again? Will you hold me while I do it?

Regulus takes delight in the way his eyes dilate, the way Remus is barely able to hold back a possessive growl. Daddy grabs on to his hair and pulls him roughly towards a hungry kiss. He moans just as Daddy swallows every sound, lost to Remus' clear hunger — maybe they can forget about the call, he thinks. His pussy throbs as it aches for a cock inside its walls, he wants Daddy to hammer his way in, to grind a permanent space inside his cunt.

The kiss ends abruptly as Remus gains control of himself leaving Regulus pouting.

"You're too much for me. I can eat you up, just as you are," Remus says. Lust and devotion marking his every word. "You can have another one. If you can make yourself cum, twice, before I end the call, Daddy won't have much of an excuse not to spoil his pretty little star for being such a good boy."

Delighted, Regulus starts moving his hips.

[crushofdoves]

speaking of devouring fics where sirius' gender has been trans-ed, do you have any recs?? i know some people don't like to recommend fics so feel free to ignore if that's your vibe!

yes, i do have recs for this! here are a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

honey sweet by @vajazzly

explicit - ft. city boy sirus who is down bad for the beekeeper with horrible fashion sense (but he’s good with this hands)

gathering home by @quietlemonhush

explicit - sirius raising regulus & harry after literally burning down his family home, remus is reg’s teacher. heavy themes but overall very funny & sweet & tender.

suffer for the people - orphan account

remus is regulus’s camp counselor, has lil bit of a meltdown and asks for his brother who comes to visit to calm him down. feelings occur. sooo cute & comforting, very fluffy.

our destiny in the stars - orphan account

explicit - remus is insecure about his (plus size, disabled) body and decides to try online dating where matches can’t see what the other person looks like. he meets sirius (trans, a teacher) and they uh - hit it off. this fic makes me smile so damn big. it’s just - it’s a classic, i’ve read it a million times.

whatever words i say - orphan account

sirius can’t stop acting out and it’s stressing out the rest of his band, so lily hires remus to keep an eye on him. obviously, they fall in love. a sweet lil band au.

a fool and his money - orphan account

explicit - chronically ill remus is roommates with regulus, meets his rich older brother and agrees to an arrangement: pretend to date sirius, show up with him to events - in exchange for money. y’all can guess where this is going and it’s so good. love a good sugar daddy/fake dating fic.

abyss by @titstraction

explicit - highschool au, remus & sirius are both on the track team and can’t seem to the same page. this fic is - so good. it’s very much a comfort read for me, but there are some heavy themes and transphobic jokes. this fic will hurt your feelings but it will also make you giggle and kick your feet and scream into your pillow.

have time to grow by queer_and_trashy

explicit - queer professor & amateur poet remus meets trans professional poet sirius - they try to get their shit together. hot & sweet and just, deeply deeply gay.

the entire rock n’ pole verse by @jennandblitz and fivepips

explicit - ace rock climber remus meets genderfluid dancer (mainly pole) sirius. this ‘verse is huge, there’s literally millions of words of it and y’all - i’ve read all of it. incredible ace representation, and overall just very sweet and sappy. mild angst, but everyone is in love & has a happy ending so don’t worry!

living like we’re renegades - orphan account

explicit - cheerleader sirius + journalist remus = everything i’ve ever wanted. i loooove this sirius so much they’re so gender.

the prettiest star ‘verse by raging_queer

tattoo artist sirius meets single dad remus - actually, sirius meets his child, teddy. sweet bonding with teddy looking up to Elder Queer sirius. very fluffy and comforting.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting

the texting fic, my fave of all-time. genderfluid sirius & demisexual remus. if there is one fic out there that will just make you want to open a window and yell about it to the other townsfolk - it’s this one. idek how to explain it, it’s just - it’s perfect.

also most of my fic features trans sirius, my masterlist is pinned!

disclaimer: this list is non-exhaustive, i know i’ve forgotten some, and i will be updating this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep. and y’all, please reply with your fave trans sirius fics bc i want to read them all!!

[sophsicle]

Hi, huge fan of your work!

I recently reread kyd and was wondering if Sirius and Regulus still received money from their parents. Especially Sirius, did Walburga and Orion cut him off completely from financial support? And after the phone call with Walburga in the last chapter, will Regulus keep in touch, we'll he still get support from home?

this is actually an interesting question because, as someone whose parents didn't support them in University, i didn't really think about it

I mean they definitely are not supporting Sirius but he has a scholarship and an NHL contract so he's chill (and also James is his unofficial sugar daddy)

Regulus definitely gets cutoff after that phone call, though his dad still sends him money on his birthday and Christmas, and still calls him once a month or so.

I think eventually Regulus mends his relationship with his parents somewhat, it's always delicate, but it gets to the point where he can kind of go home and visit and have it be fine Sirius never does

[foxalade]

Things I saw/heard on my 2 week holiday that reminded me of the Marauders

in a diner a little thing where you could pick Music and there was 30 Bowie songs

a street called "Grant"

Grant Grove Village & General Grant Tree

a shaggy black dog (x3)

forever 21 (x3)

Sirius.xm (radio)

A t-shirt with [something] McKinnon

2 gay ppl were talking to us in McDonald's and they said they were the Black sheep of their families and that's how they found each other

deer warnings + deer lego sets

an old man (cleaner) who told us his tragic life story when we said he was doing a great job at cleaning, his name was James

a deck of cards with various constellations (my mother was gonna buy it for me but didn't 💔(I don't own Dollars so I couldn't buy it myself))

the radio guy who's name was Grant

Man on the Moon (song by R.E.M.)

James Road

Dune 2 posters, Wonka dvds

they both die at the end (book)

T-Shirts: I'm not gay, but 20$ is 20$ I ❤️ sluts Accepting sugar daddy applications Daddy's little slut

Wolf statue

Sirius, Regulus & Arcturus (the stars)

Under pressure ON THE RADIO!!! QUEEN AND DAVID BOWIE!!!

Alaric Saltzman from TVD (he's so Remus to me idk???) (I love him (I'm beginning of S3 don't spoiler me please it's already breaking my heart))

Vampire Diaries in general

Deer (alive and dead (roadkill and on the walls))

Song: C'est la vie (always 21)

the words "Sunseeker" on the back of a caravan (idk if it was the make or what it was but my heart stopped for a second)

the words "seriously", "regularly", "oh dear"

one of those 2016 Wolf T-Shirts

the full moon

a woman asked where we were from (she wanted to compliment our accent (Northern British)) and said she's been to England too and then when asked where she said Wales and Scotland. And I think that would have made Remus go mad

misread "Porters" as "Potters" (x2)

Matt Chapman (baseball player I saw on Telly)

Yellow (Coldplay) is so Jegulus. "For you I'd bleed myself dry" James Potter would. James Potter absolutely would.

A boy out running, who looked like James (I nearly walked into him)

multiple ppl that looked like Remus or James

a girl sat behind me on the plane with a "Have you seen this wizard" top on with Sirius Blacks face on it (very handsome boy, prettiest mugshot I've ever seen)

a tik tok about funny bird names (Marlene would have cackled)

tik tok in general

I was reading a book for school and the father was doing experiments and died bc of and explosion (sorry Pandora)

[yourfriendlygryffindor]

I’ve decided I need a sugar daddy who doesn’t care if I fully ignore him and who is actually funny and attractive because there’s no way I can pretend to laugh at any of their jokes if need be. Aka I need to be a sugar baby for James or Regulus, preferably both.

[xjustakay]

✺ (3/27) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: birthday — 1,009 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; sugary waffles and a very happy birthday for the world’s greatest dad —love, harry and regulus)

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet, darling,” Regulus whispers, shooting Harry an amused look.

Harry cups both hands around his mouth, whispers between them, “Sorry, papa.”

With a quiet snort, Regulus ruffles the mess of his dark hair —made even worse by the fact that they’ve only been awake and out of bed for all of thirty minutes. Getting ready for the day had been put on hold in favor of tiptoeing around the kitchen, being as quiet as humanly possible for a five year old who’s over-excited to make his dad waffles for his birthday. Regulus is under no illusion that James is actually still sleeping in their bed, but they’ll both pretend for the sake of their son.

“Should we put whipped cream on top?” Regulus suggests as he drops the fresh waffle onto a plate.

Harry nods hurriedly. “And rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry! Like a sundae!”

“Of course,” Regulus chuckles.

He follows the little boy’s giggled instruction, allowing Harry to be the one that tells him when to finally stop piling the whipped cream on (there’s more whipped cream than there is waffle, by that point). Regulus hands off the shaker of sprinkles, lets Harry take that over as well. In the middle of watching him, he notices his phone light up on the counter. Reaching for it and finding a message notification on the screen, his lips curl upward.

How bad is it?

Regulus eyes the mountain of whipped cream on top of the thick waffle on the plate. Harry has taken it upon himself to try to cover every inch of the sugar pile with rainbow sprinkles, tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration. It’s the same thing James unconsciously does while deeply focused and it warms something in Regulus’ chest to see it.

He snaps a quick, secret photo, unnoticed by the boy, and sends it off with no comment. The moving dots of a reply show up near-immediately.

Say goodbye to my abs, I guess

Regulus laughs a touch too loudly at the message, startling Harry out of his focus. With a furrowed brow, Harry lifts a hand, holding a finger to his mouth and shushing him.

“Too loud, papa,” He admonishes.

“Sorry, darling,” Regulus mutters, a grin unchanging from his face. “Maybe we’re finished with the sprinkles, yeah?”

Harry nods his head but continues shaking the container over one last section of the plate until he’s satisfied. He plops a bright red cherry on top of the colorful, sugary mess, then wide green eyes are looking up at Regulus.

“Do we have birthday candles?”

Regulus nods. “In the drawer by the sink.”

Before he can move to retrieve them, Harry scrambles off his stool and goes to do it for him. He comes scurrying back over, holding up the package for Regulus to take.

“How old is daddy now, papa?”

“He’s just turned thirty today,” Regulus answers, voice purposefully louder than moments before.

Exactly as expected, his phone buzzes with another message shortly after his voice carries from the kitchen.

Quit smiling about it

Regulus laughs quietly to himself, sends back a quick ‘never’ and tucks his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite Harry’s suggestion to try to fit all thirty candles on the melting pile of whipped cream, Regulus talks him down to just three. They’re very carefully situated and lit, Regulus balancing the plate on his palm to carry it down to the bedroom. Harry rushes ahead, feet thumping hurriedly on the hardwood before he pushes the door open.

James, bless him, is in fact pretending to be asleep still. His phone sits set aside on the nightstand, his arm tossed over his face where he’s sprawled dramatically in the center of the bed. Harry creeps around the side, tiptoeing once again and glancing back at Regulus behind him.

“Should we wake him?” Harry whispers.

James chooses that precise moment to make a loud snoring sound that send Harry clapping both little hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Regulus smiles widely, fond gaze flickering back and forth between his husband and his son. Harry looks at him expectantly once again and waits for a nod of approval before clambering up onto the bed.

He’s poised to pounce right on his father, wake him up enthusiastically, but before he’s given the chance, James jolts upright toward him with a playful roar. Harry squeals loudly, losing himself in a fit of giggles when he’s scooped into James’ arms, relentless fingers tickling at his sides.

“Papa, help!” Harry shrieks between peals of laughter.

“Papa can’t help you now,” James threatens jokingly. 

Regulus snorts, shaking his head. “Okay, lit candles here, let’s settle for a minute, yeah?”

James finally gives Harry a reprieve, both of them breathless and pink in the face. Harry flops onto his back between James’ outstretched legs, the bedsheet tangled around one thick thigh and the opposite calf. James makes a ‘bring it here’ motion with his hand and Regulus steps forward, carefully perching on the side of the bed nearest to the two of them. Harry hauls himself into a sitting position, watching eagerly as Regulus holds the plate out in front of where James sits.

“You have to make a birthday wish, daddy!” Harry tells him.

“What, you’re not going to sing to me?” James replies.

“No,” Regulus says immediately, earning a loud laugh from his husband. “Blow out your candles, the whipped cream is melting.”

James sneers at him but adjusts his lopsided glasses to stare at the flickering candle flames. His hazel eyes dart to Harry in front of him, then to Regulus at his left. A wide smile stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, helpless adoration bright in his gaze.

He locks eyes with Regulus for a long moment, the two sharing a fond, knowing look. James doesn’t have to say a thing for Regulus to know what he’s thinking; what else is there to wish for, when this is what life looks like?

[fantastiqueali]

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

(Fluff) 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 [Cedric Diggory]

(Fluff+Angst) 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 [Cedric Diggory]

(Smut) 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 [Weasley Twins]

(Smut) 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 | Part 2 | Part 3 [Stepfather!Draco Malfoy]

(Smut) 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 [Weasley Twins]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

(Fluff) 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 [Sirius Black]

(Smut) 𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠 | Part 2 [Poly!Marauders]

(Angst+Smut) 𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛? [Regulus Black and Sirius Black]

(Smut) 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 [Remus Lupin]

(Smut) 𝐷𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 [Tom Riddle]

(Smut) 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 [Remus Lupin]

(Smut) 𝐾𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑙 [Ceo!James Potter]

(Smut) 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 | Part 2 | 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3 𝑊𝐼𝑃 [Marauders]

(Smut) 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝐴 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 [Dilf!James Potter]

(Smut) ‘𝑇𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑠 𝑂𝑢𝑡 [Remus Lupin]

(Smut) 𝐼𝑛 𝑁𝑜 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 [Sirius Black]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

(Smut) 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 | 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 2 𝑊𝐼𝑃 [Former Sugar Daddy and Future Stepfather Bucky Barnes]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

(P!Link) 0.1𝑘 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 [Harry Potter and Marauders]

(P!Link) 0.2𝑘 𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 [Marauders]

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My Slytherin Skittles Post-Hogwarts Career HC:

(Slytherin Edition) (Gryffindor Edition)

Regulus Black-Potter was a spy for the order during the war. While he did get the dark mark due to his parents’ insistence, he quickly swapped sides when he realised that what Voldemort was trying to do. He was integral in discovering the horocruxes and tracked them down one by one with the help of Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Dorcas Meadows and Pandora Lovegood (nee Rosier). While undercover, he was made by Peter Pettigrew who then proceeded to blab to the rest of the marauders about how Sirius’ long lost brother was on their side of the war. This greatly annoyed Regulus but it did help him rekindle his relationship with both his brother and James Potter, who publicly declared they were going to get married after the war. Once the death eaters were rounded up, Reg was offered a position as a potions master and NEWTS-level potions professor at Hogwarts. This was Dumbledore’s way of thanking him for his part during the war. He is notoriously strict with his students and as the Head of Slytherin House (a position he covets), he does not accept any form of blood discrimination. He has also started to rebuild the Black name, reinstating Sirius as the heir and helping with Grimmauld house’s refurnishing. He is currently furthering a movement against indentured house elves.

Barty Crouch Jr. always had a flair for the dramatics. Back in the war, he was known to use polyjuice to transform into others. This ability was what allowed Regulus and Evan to keep their cover while horocrux hunting. After the war, he channelled this ability into his one-man theatre (a production fully funded by his boyfriend sugar daddy Evan Rosier. He has rows of poly juice (bought at a discounted price from Hogwart’s resident potions master). Currently, he is very interested in introducing more muggle plays to the wizarding world.

Evan Rosier didn’t expect to become the sole proprietor of the Rosier vault after most of his family was sentenced to Azkhaban. He was truly at a loss for what to do especially because he didn’t have a cause he was truly passionate about like Reg and he didn’t really have any children he could splurge on like the Potter-Blacks. Luckily, his twin sister Pandora (who had been long dismissed by their family because of her gender and disposition) had a baby! So, he decided to reinstate Pandora and split the vault with her. After that, he decided to invest in Barty’s theatre endeavour (really, he had a hard time denying Barty anything). He is currently Barty’s manager, running the books for Barty’s every creative whim.

As the only skittles to enter the Order, Dorcas Meadows spent most of the war isolated from her friends. When she finally became head healer at St. Mungos, she was extremely sympathetic to many children of death eaters who were forced into the cause or were left orphaned after their parents were sentenced to life in Azkhaban. She eventually founded a mind healers’ department to help those who had experienced extreme PTSD due to the war. Her job keeps her extremely busy, especially because she is always making appeals to higher ups. Thankfully, she is married to a quidditch star with a huge platform. And, it doesn’t hurt that 2/4 of her best friends are from rich influential families.

As expected, Severus Snape is a potions professor at Hogwarts. He was extremely peeved that Regulus was teaching at a NEWT level while he was stuck teaching younger years. He is still quite upset at the marauders and can be extremely petty about how life has turned out for him. He can always be found scowling down the halls, annoyed that Lupin and Reg somehow outrank him in position. That said, he does love teaching, particularly finding errors in pre-existing texts and teaching his students safer ways to brew potions. He was elated when Regulus approached him with some potion help (though, he would never admit it). While he is still in love with Lily, he has started to let his unrequited feelings go a bit. This was mostly spurred on by Dorcas (another Slytherin half-blood) who reasoned that he needed to let go of his toxic feelings and learn to accept himself.

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the way regulus accidentally becomes bartys sugar daddy in my bartylus scammer text fic is hilarious to me