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RATING: Explicit
WORDS: 7,713
SUMMARY: When Walburga and Orion Black are found dead at Grimmauld Place, Regulus Black deals with the fallout.
Or: The things Barty Crouch Jnr. does in the name of love.
[inspired by: earn and broken | instead of doing work, I spent all day writing this | look, the plot is loose, I admit it | it originated as pure smut and grew...it just didn't grow well, haha]
‘What does that have to do with anything?’ Regulus asks quietly. ‘My parents may have been many things, but believe me when I say that they were thrilled at the prospect of having another son and heir. Particularly given how disappointing they found my brother.’
Orion Black had a saying: that looking down was a sign of weakness. As a child, Regulus had not understood it. Looking down, avoiding eye contact, had been his way of concealing deception. His way of keeping hidden, keeping secret, truths he did not wish his parents to know.
But now, Regulus understands the saying. Well. Because he cannot bring himself to make eye-contact with the Auror sitting opposite him, and he knows that it is because of weakness and he knows it is because of his hidden truth.
The Auror in question is one Frank Longbottom who looks, for all he likely tries not to, like a quintessential Gryffindor Quidditch player. There’s just something about him that’s conflictingly amiable and cocky, like he’s torn between being ‘too big for his boots’ while simultaneously reeking of ‘sincerity and trustworthy’. It is probably for these reasons, Regulus supposes, that Frank was chosen as the one to be placed in a room with Regulus Black.
Because Regulus, being a Black, would sense an ulterior motive from a league away. And Regulus, being a Black, might trust Frank for the purity of his blood.
‘My parents gave me everything I needed, did everything they needed to to make it happen,’ Regulus says, finally looking up to meet Frank’s gaze head-on, because this is a truth he does not need to conceal. ‘I’m sure you’ll find all of this on record if you petition the Registry of Magical Births, Deaths and Marriages and Saint Mungos for my records. I have nothing to hide.’
‘Then why did you run away?’ Frank asks.
[onwards to ao3]
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@jegulus-microfic | may 26 - fine | tw: NSFW, spit swallowing, dirty talk, D/s undertones | words: 827 | @ecstarry @star4daisy
Regulus didn't know James had it in him. He had a gut feeling, yes, but the outcome was beyond his dreams.
James was on top of him, sucking his neck hard and fucking him deep. Every time he thrust, the sounds of their flesh made Regulus feel weak in the knees. It made him dizzy, he felt so heavy and needy. It was fine, it was James and he always knew how to take care of him.
His hands were at James’ back, nails digging in and his eyes were closed. All he could feel was him, James, filling his pussy and feeding him nicely.
“Fuck, James—” He moaned loudly, it was hard to open his eyes but he needed to look at him, so he did.
James bit the tender skin of his neck and slowly pulled away, mouth hanging open and his lips were red. Regulus touched his bottom lip and at that moment James shoved his cock deep into his cunt again and Regulus cried out.
“Shit— you are so good at this,” he told him as he tried to catch his breath, “I don't like that you are good at this.”
James licked his cheek slowly, it made him feel worse. And then he got closer to his ear, nibbling his earlobe.
“You like it when I fuck you this good though,” he spoke gradually and kissed the under of his ear, “I can feel your wetness, your pussy is hungry for my cock. It stretches nicely around me, swallowing every inch of my cock. Are you sure you don't like it?”
Regulus had to close his eyes shut, the lewd words did numbers on him and as if that wasn't enough, James’ raspy, low voice was driving him crazy. And he was right, every word coming out of his mouth was absolute truth.
“I fucking hate you,” Regulus said, he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, “I can't stand you.”
James only smirked, he was so handsome without his glasses too. Regulus was made of love at that exact moment, every limb of his was loving James Potter, wanting him without an end.
“I guess your cunt is not on the same page with you,” He said, he pulled out until then tip of his cock was the only thing staying inside of Regulus, and while he was being watched by him, he spat onto his pussy and shoved his cock into forcefully in one push.
Regulus’ breath left his lungs abruptly, he couldn't move, he couldn't think.
But James continued, “Look at him, pretty little thing, wrapping itself around my cock so good. So tight, yet he can take it all,” His eyes met with Regulus, “Soaking wet for me, begging for me to fuck you harder. You need to be fucked the way you deserve it, baby. Let me take care of you.”
Regulus didn't know when he started crying, he was feeling so full and everything was so perfect that pleasure clouded his every sense.
James didn't wait for an answer, Regulus quietly crying was all he needed. He wrapped his hand around Regulus’ throat and fucked him faster while choking him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck— James, Jamie— Potter—”
James fucked him even harder, he was in shambles.
“Fuck me, fuck, fuck me— faster, yes, yes—”
Regulus didn't stop talking and neither did James. The more Regulus moaned and rambled, the dirtier James’ words became. He felt James’s fingers on his clit and everything in him screamed. He started rubbing it faster than the rhythm he was fucking him to.
“Fuck, your little cunt is feels so fucking good— Can’t get enough of this.”
He spat on his pussy again and spread the wetness by using his fingers. At the same time, Regulus was hanging on to his life as he scratched James’ back and he could feel the blood getting under his fingernails.
James moved his hand from his throat to his chin and opened Regulus’ mouth. He spit inside of his mouth and Regulus moaned as he swallowed. He could feel his wet folds getting more slicker with every thrust of James’ hips.
“James,” he groaned as James put his thumb into his mouth and he started sucking it while imagining it was James’ cock. He couldn't stop moaning, everything felt amazing. He was so close, painfully close and James’ fingers on his clit were making everything blurry.
He felt like an angel who was about to fall from heaven into the pits of hell.
“I’m close— I'm so close, James— oh fuck, yes, yes, yes—”
James rubbed it faster, every time he bottomed out his pussy became even more wet. He was there, and it was too much. Every feeling was heightened achingly and all he needed was him.
He bit James’ finger and pulled him into a kiss by the nape of his neck. It broke something in him and—
He started to fall.
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A beautiful name
trans!Remus (ftm), wolfstar, based on an anonymous request
"Sirius?" he asked, fidgeting with the blanket, heart beating a million miles an hour.
"Hmmm?" Sirius mumbled, looking up from his book. "What's up, love?"
"You know Regulus?" he whispered, terrified.
"My brother? Yes, we've met," Sirius teased, smirking.
But he couldn't smile. This was too important, too life-changing. Sirius's reaction was something that had haunted his dreams. Made him re-think his entire decision to be true to himself. Because he couldn't lose Sirius. Sirius was everything.
But he knew he had to be honest with himself and Sirius.
"We have a lot in common," he choked out, knowing he'd have to explain more, struggling to figure out how.
"All...alright," Sirius nodded, finally realizing that this wasn't a casual conversation. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"We...well, he- I just-" But he couldn't do it. He couldn't say the words. He was so scared.
"Are you leaving me for my brother?" Sirius asked, looking almost as terrified as he was, now.
"What?" he shouted, so shocked he forgot to be scared. "No! No, Sirius, I- I'm trans!"
Sirius let out a visible breath, relief clear on his features. "Oh! Oh, well that's- that's much better!" He said, grinning. "Alright! That's great, babe, thank you for telling me! Are you changing your name? Ooo, do you need help picking one? What about Thor-?"
"Remus," Remus mumbled, fighting back a grin. "I'm Remus."
"Remus," Sirius murmured, smiling adoringly. "I love it. Love you."
His name sounded so beautiful when his husband said it.
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