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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Regulus Black AU

Request: i dnt rlly have a fleshed-out idea on this nasty request but what abt a smut fic on regulus but he's a priest. ik its insane but i thought of regulus black/paul atreides wearing the clerical collar thing and oh my god he looks so hot

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: Mature- smut, religious smut fic

AO3 Link

A/n: I left his open where I could possibly write future parts if there is any interest.

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Everything that Regulus ever did was for a reason…at least that was what he told himself. Growing up as the second son in a home where he was obviously unwanted had led Regulus into thinking that nothing happened by chance. Everything was planned. Everything happened for a reason. Sometimes the reasons weren’t always 100% clear but a reason was, nonetheless, there.

That was what led Regulus to become a priest. It seemed completely illogical at first but after a few years, Regulus felt as if he had made the best choice for himself. He no longer dealt with his horrible parents. For once, he was part of something good. Regulus also, for the first time, felt as though he belonged.

It didn’t take long to get used to the “lifestyle.” In no time at all Regulus fit into the priesthood perfectly. He enjoyed the rigid schedule, the church's various affairs, and the need to feel wanted. Sometimes the feeling “wanted” part involved listening to people’s rather concerning sins they committed or lonely elderly widows who cared too much about their herd of cats. Regulus learned to push his once sarcastic and easily annoyed ways aside and learned to have more empathy for the poor widows. Sometimes as simple as “there there” was all the poor women needed.

All of that changed one Sunday during the month of May. It was a typical Sunday mass. A typical Sunday where Regulus sat listening to his superior read the day’s message. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Regulus’ eyes scanned the congregation before him. Regulus had quickly learned who were regulars and who only turned up when they had done something and were in need of God’s forgiveness. For the most part, everyone seemed to be there…and then Regulus’ eyes landed on…you. The new face…The face that had been plaguing Regulus’ dreams for the past 2 weeks…the face that Regulus envisioned running his hands over before kissing the plump lips that had begged for his attention…the fact that he could throw away everything for.

Regulus quickly looked down at his lap before muttering a quick prayer for forgiveness. Human or not, he wasn’t supposed to look at a woman like this. He wasn’t supposed to think of a woman like this. Regulus had pledged his life for something greater. Now here he was acting like even more of a sinner than someone who slept with multiple women a week.

This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to be lusting after a woman.

Regulus swallowed his thoughts before bravely looking up at you again.

Father, she is beautiful.

Regulus once again quickly chastised himself for that thought. While he was free to admire his father’s creations that didn’t mean he was supposed to be thinking about having you beneath him.

Until you turned up 2 weeks before, Regulus had always assumed that he was asexual. He had never had much of an interest in sex. In fact, it seemed repulsive to Regulus…then you showed up. You showed up with your parents in a soft light blue dress and bashed the sexual desire right into him.

You had come to visit your parents for a few weeks, from what Regulus had gathered. Your parents were what Regulus considered “A+ Catholics.” They were the type that showed up from whatever even the church had. Both husband and wife were kind, thoughtful, “normal” people. You were the daughter that moved to the US to become a ballerina. Now here you are causing Regulus internal chaos.

All of that led to Regulus’ current predicament…he stood hidden in the shadows watching you. You had come to drop off a box of clothing donations at your mother’s request and Regulus was the guy that had to talk to you.

Over the years, Regulus had learned to put his shy nature to the side and talk to people without much difficulty. That wasn’t the case today, however. Today, Regulus had no idea how to talk, how to think, or what to do. He knew that he would have to face you eventually but for the moment he was fine being in the shadows.

“How am I supposed to talk to the girl that is making me wake up with a raging hard-on? How am I supposed to not focus on her lips, her breasts, her hips…anything… Father, forgive me.”

Regulus silently thought before telling himself to get a grip. You were just a woman and soon enough you would probably be back on your way home. Regulus could forget these feelings…until the next visit. Hopefully, by then, Regulus could have better control of his mind.

Taking a breath, Regulus pushed himself out of the shadows and moved to where you stood.

“You must be Y/n.”

Regulus said in a smooth soft tone. You turned to face him with a kind smile.

“Yes, my mother asked me to drop these things off…father….”

“Black…my name is Regulus Black.”

You again gave him a smile. The young priest before you was definitely pleasing to look at. Pleasing wasn’t even a good enough word. He was downright breathtaking! You swallowed looking him over in hopes that he didn't catch you doing so. Everything about him was perfectly polished…from his perfect curls to his without a wrinkle uniform down to his perfect hands…

Fuck, he is too pretty to be a priest.

You didn’t take back that thought. This man could get any woman that he wanted yet here he was in a position where he couldn't actually do anything…damn shame. You should have been embarrassed or felt bad about these rather unholy thoughts but you weren't.

“Pleasure.”

You replied, keeping your eyes on his. Regulus was quiet a moment as he tried to think of something to say. Staring at your lips or your perfect legs wasn’t going to be helping him any.

“Is your grandmother well? Your mother had mentioned that she was off-color last week.”

Regulus asked. Asking about your grandmother seemed to be the safe option.

“She is feeling much better. Apparently it was a bit of a cold. Mother called me acting as if she was on death’s doorstep and ordered me to come home. Grandmother tends to do this a few times a year. I think she looks for a reason to get everyone in the house.”

A small smile played on Regulus’ lips.

“Your grandmother is amusing. So where are you visiting from again?”

“Las Vegas.”

You replied. Regulus nodded.

“That’s right. Your mother says that you are a ballerina.”

You slightly chuckled at that one. Your mother wished that you were a ballerina.

“Not exactly. That’s what my mother wants me to be. That was what got me to America but I didn’t stick with it. I’m a showgirl.”

Sweet merciful crap!

That was the only thought that Regulus could get through his mind. He couldn't even get a word out. You were a showgirl…probably half-naked at any given time…All Regulus could envision was you dressed in a skimpy bodysuit and high heels.

Father, help me.

“I perform in a casino on the strip. I’m not an exotic dancer or anything. I’m my mother’s disappointment.”

You replied as a soft blush came over your cheeks. Regulus quickly forced himself to start talking.

“No judgment, whatsoever…I’m my mother’s disappointment also so I understand.”

You seemed genuinely surprised with his reaction and Regulus had to congratulate himself on now totally blowing it.

“You’re the first that hasn’t said something judgmental about it. My parents are totally embarrassed.”

“Sometimes parents, even meaning well, don’t have all of the right answers or solutions.”

Regulus said, softly. You brushed a strand of hair from your face sending your sweet scent right in Regulus’ direction. It only took one breath for him to be love drunk from your scent alone.

“You are definitely right about that one.”

20 minutes later, the two of you were still quietly talking. Had the situation been different and he was actually “available” you had the feeling that you would have had the offer of a date…which you would have accepted. You liked Regulus already. Everything about him seemed “perfect.” It wasn’t only his looks but his soft voice and kind demeanor. He was shy…shy and decent.

A decent guy wasn’t something that you came across often. You were used to the kind of guy that made lewd comments to you on your body. Regulus, even though he was looking, didn't go that far. You knew a lot of his was probably because of what he was. He probably had no interest whatsoever. You were just the daughter of a member of the church.

And then it happened…neither Regulus nor yourself was sure who initiated it but the two of you were kissing. This kiss was different from any other kiss that you had shared with someone else. This kiss felt...forbidden, wrong, yet so right at the same time. You sighed as Regulus slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Where did a priest learn to kiss like this?

You thought, savoring the moment until Regulus snapped back into reality and stepped away.

His face instantly went scarlet. Regulus was in an internal panic for a moment. He kissed you! He kissed you as a man was supposed to kiss his wife. Regulus kissed you and he was NEVER supposed to do that.

“I am so sorry…I don’t know what came over me.”

Regulus stammered. He wondered, for a moment, if he were dreaming. Would this be just another dream where you vanished not long after the kiss and he woke up aching?

When you didn’t vanish and he didn't wake up, Regulus knew that he was awake and he had, in fact, kissed you.

“I am in trouble.”

He thought before your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“It's okay…I mean, I’m not complaining. I’m only curious where you learned to kiss like that?”

Regulus shifted uncomfortable a few times before speaking again.

“I had kissed a few girls before I became a priest. Apparently I haven’t forgotten that skill. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Regulus said. You watched him with a small smile. Your eyes were gently fluttering between his face down to the obviously noticeable hard on in his black pants.

“You don’t seem to want to stop.”

You commented. Regulus closed his eyes before speaking.

“No, I don’t want to but I have a job…a promise I made…I have a purpose.”

Regulus was relived when you didn’t torture him any further. In fact, you seemed almost too understanding.

“As you, father. This has been interesting.”

You replied before moving to leave but was stopped the moment Regulus spun you around and pushed you against the wall. Soft hands locked around your wrists as he raised them above your head.

“Don’t go. You have been teasing me for the past two weeks. Don’t you realize how hard it is to say no?”

Regulus murmured against her lips. He had gone back in for a kiss but decided to savor the moment. From your sweet scent to feeling your body pressed against his, Regulus wanted to make this moment last as long as he possibly could.

“You don’t have to say no. I know you aren’t supposed to do this but what’s one little mess up? We all make them…priest or man on the street…everyone sins.”

You replied, watching the frown on Regulus’ face. He didn’t reply for a moment before standing back up straight. Glancing over his shoulder, Regulus made sure that no one was watching the two of you. He was thankful there was no one but knew that this needed to be taken someplace more “secluded.”

“Come with me.”

Regulus ordered before wrapping his hand around your wrist. He guided you to a quiet office off of the church sanctuary and locked the door as soon as you were inside. Once satisfied that the two of you were indeed alone, Regulus pulled your body back against his.

“You’re right, everyone messes up but I’m not supposed to mess up like this.”

You slipped your hand down to wrap back around his and pulled it up to your clothed breast. Regulus didn’t move at first but after you cleared your throat his hand tightened.

“Something tells me that you want this sin, Father.”

You commented, in a seductive tone. Regulus chuckled before continuing to grope your breast through your dress.

“I suppose that I do.”

He replied, giving you the initiative to continue. You stood on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Kissing your way down his jawline to his neck, you stopped at the collar of his shirt.

“Shall we stop and forget this never happened?”

You asked. Regulus frantically shook his head.

“Don’t stop.”

He whimpered. You stroked one hand down his chest. Stopping at his belt buckle, your eyes rolled back to his, as if asking permission.

“Keep going.”

Regulus ordered, wondering where this sudden surge of bravery came from. Your hand went back to his shirt and gently undid each button. Regulus shrugged his shirt off as your arms wrapped around his neck. He closed his eyes and savored each kiss that you peppered down his chest.

Is this how a woman is supposed to really make a man feel? Is this really so forbidden?

Regulus thought. He could definitely get used to this. The feeling of your hot lips on his skin was indescribable. This was the best feeling that Regulus had ever had…physical attention…this was heaven!

Regulus’ eyes snapped open the moment that you stopped touching him. His mouth dropped when he realized that you were on your knees before him. Your eyes were locked on his face as you moved to cup his erection. When Regulus’ body pulsed under your touch, you couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on your face. It hadn’t taken long at all for your own desire to come roaring back. You sighed feeling the lewd thoughts come right back to your mind.

Damn, he feels huge!

It had been so long since you had actually slept with someone. You were as desperate as Regulus appeared to be for some physical affection. The wetness was starting to slip from your pussy and down your thighs

Regulus quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt. You weren’t moving fast enough for his growing desperation.

“Don’t stop.”

He said, softly. Regulus moved to kick his pants off leaving the only layer of clothing preventing you from getting your hot lips on him was his thin boxers. You didn’t wait a moment longer before pulling the hem of his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

He is huge!

You thought looking at the size of Regulus’ cock. Regulus groaned when you wrapped a hand around his shaft.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

You said in a lust-filled tone before wrapping your mouth around his cock. Regulus’ head fell backward as your tongue drifted over the head and down to the vein on the underside. What you were doing with that sweet yet sinful tongue of yours was enough to make him moan.

You wanted to take more of Regulus into your mouth but were stopped when Regulus reached down and gently pulled you back to your feet.

"Lust is one of the cardinal sins, and now you've made me lust for you. I have wanted you from the moment that you first stepped foot into this church. Now I’m taking what I want…and I don’t care what anyone says. Take your dress off, love.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Regulus kept his eyes on you as you gently slid your pale pink dress off. The lust once again started flowing through him as the swells of your breasts came to light followed by your bare pussy.

She’s not wearing any knickers!

Regulus’ mouth dropped at that thought. Your bare pussy was one of the most beautiful sights that the young man had ever seen. Forget the immaculate cathedrals and Vatican City…nope, it was your naked body!

“May I touch you?”

Regulus asked. Forget the fact that you had just given him a blow job, he wanted to make damn sure that you wanted him before he even thought of touching you.

“You may.”

You replied, waiting only a moment before Regulus quickly stepped forward. His right hand reached up to cup your breast. His long fingers teased and tweaked your nipples before going back to greedily cupping the whole thing. You sighed enjoying each teasing motion until Regulus picked you up and placed you on the table to your left.

Regulus swallowed before going back in for another small kiss then moved down to your breast. Never in a million years did Regulus ever think that he would be sucking on a woman’s breasts IN THE CHURCH of all places yet here he was. His tongue traced over each dusty bud before gently nibbling. Your body jumped slightly as Regulus went back to suckling.

You had become aware of Regulus’ cock nudging your clit with each of his movements.

“Are you thinking of what you want me to do to you?”

Regulus asked, looking up from his place. Where his sudden surge of bravery and bedroom wisdom came from, he did not know but he was thankful for it.

You nodded, feeling the heat spread through your body. The thought of Regulus’ long, thick cock filling you up with no mercy made you ache even more. He would indeed stretch you and you longed for it. You longed for his cock stretching your tight cunt until you were made just for him. Every sinful thought made you wetter and wetter, and the warm ache was becoming insatiable.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

Regulus asked, his voice deepening.

“Yes, Father.”

You cooed, making Regulus tremble. He chuckled before running a single finger down your wet slit. Regulus swallowed as he watched your juices seep from your body. He gently spread your legs, biting his lip, as your soaking fold spread. Your clit was glistening in the warm lights of the room.

“You’re so wet. All of this from a little making out and a blow job?”

You could only nod a moment before recovering.

“Looking at you caused this too. You’re so handsome…and that body…enough to make me a whore in church.”

Regulus chuckled.

“I suppose that we have something in common”

Regulus moved to kneel between your legs. His gray eyes were now hyper-focused on your wet cunt.

“I want you to kiss me there.”

You said, hoping it sounded more like an order. Something told you that this was Regulus’ first time. As much as you wanted to be in control, you decided to let him call the shots. He deserved a good memory to think back on in the coming days. Regulus licked his lips before moving forward. He placed his tongue on your opening and licked teasingly up to your clit. You gasped under him wanting to buck your hips.

Regulus, meanwhile, was savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. Moving to suck your clip into his mouth, Regulus slowly pushed two fingers inside. He didn’t want to but his mind went back to the porn that he had watched as a teen. Shamefully, he didn't find it at all appealing then but now…he tried to remember the moves the men in the film used on the women.

When you cried out and your ships bucked upward, Regulus knew that he was doing something right. It only took a few more licks and you were spamming. Your tight pussy clenched around his fingers. You cried out as an orgasm began to rip its way through you. Regulus quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He lapped up your juices as if he were a dying man that had found an oasis in a desert. Your pussy wouldn't stop convulsing as he lavished your body with more and more attention.

Moving to his feet, Regulus looked down at you with lust-filled gray eyes. His pupils were blown as he took his cock in one hand and rubbed it over your clit. You gave him a nod before spreading your legs wider.

“Please fuck me.”

Regulus waited a moment before gently shoving his entire cock inside in one thrust. The both of you moaned together at the delicious stretch and burn caused by his cock splitting you open. Regulus started to thrust inside, faster than before, making your breasts bounce each time. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room as Regulus moved to once again hold your hands over your head.

The two of you moaned and whispered little reassurances of just how good this felt. Each movement of his cock made your core ache.

“I’m close.”

Regulus moaned against your mouth. He knew that he wouldn’t last long. Never having sex before made him realize that he had no control over his orgasm. He would come inside of you a lot faster than he wanted to.

“Come, I need to come too.”

You gasped as Regulus’ thrusts began to get sloppy. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath as your orgasm tore through you. Your cunt began to spam around Regulus’ cock pushing him over the edge. His cock jerked before spurting rope after rope of thick cum deep into your pussy.

Neither of you moved for a moment. You were the first to make a move. Reaching up, you pulled Regulus back down for a lazy kiss. He smiled against your mouth, enjoying the feeling of his half-hard cock still being lodged in your body.

“That was amazing.”

You whispered. Regulus moved to say something but stopped suddenly when he heard someone calling his name. The two of you froze for a moment before quickly dressing. Regulus turned his attention back to you.

“Take the second door and take a right, that will get you out of here without anyone noticing.”

You nodded before quickly putting your shoes back on. Turning your attention back to Regulus, you stroked a finger down the bridge of his nose as the door handle began to turn.

“Thank you, Father.”

You whispered before rushing out of the room.

The next morning, you walked back into the church. You were hoping for another repeat of the previous day's events. Maybe this time, it could end with a little more cuddling and a lot less hurrying out.

Regulus looked up when you stepped into the sanctuary where he was quietly getting this ready for the next service. When he didn’t smile or let any emotion come across his face, your heart began to pound. Something about the look on his face made your heart pound.

“Y/n.”

He greeted you with a formal tone. It wasn’t the tone of the man that you had made love with the day before.

“Regulus…It's good to see you…I was wondering if you would…”

Regulus held a hand up.

“Yesterday shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake and I should have never given into that temptation.”

Regulus felt instantly guilty at the stunned expression on your face. He never wanted to hurt you but he felt as if he had to.

“You seemed to feel differently yesterday.”

You replied, feeling a surge of annoyance come through you.

“Yesterday I was tempted and gave into a sin that I promised to never commit. I’m sorry, Y/n but I have worked too hard to throw everything away for a showgirl. You must understand that I am a priest not some boy toy for you. Perhaps you should…”

You held a hand up.

“You’ve made your feelings clear.”

“Y/n…”

You didn’t wait to give Regulus a second to talk before turning and walking from the church without another word. Maybe you were foolish for hoping that something would come from this. You were foolish for thinking that maybe Regulus would be more than just a priest…maybe it could have been love? Would you ask Regulus to give everything up based on one day of passion-filled romance? No, but what if it could work out?

Not now….

You thought before disappearing down a busy street and out of sight.

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rosiersbox · 6 months

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please i beg you… t4t jegulus pls… maybe with a splash of bipolar james even… please there’s almost none

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #trans regulus #trans james potter #bipolar james potter #t4t jegulus #fic rec #fic request

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months

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Mastermind is totally about Jegulus' relationship. Taylor Swift told me that herself 💅.

Well, if Taylor Swift said so 😉

What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me I knew I wanted your body I laid the groundwork, and then Just like clockwork The dominoes cascaded in a line What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

"Fuck," Regulus murmured into his cup.

"S'goin'on?" Barty slurred from next to him, already significantly inebriated and tripping over his own two feet.

"Potter," Regulus almost-groaned.

And then their eyes met.

It was like James heard Regulus say his name, even though it was impossible above the noise of the extremely crowded Gryffindor common room.

And it was like James was seeing him for the first time.

James Potter, star player of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, dressed in a shirt so tight Regulus could make out every muscle on his body; pants so low-cut there was a clear inch of skin showing from his waist.

And fuck if Regulus didn't want him.

Of course, he'd wanted him for some time.

Wanted him a lot, actually.

And he knew James wanted him, too. But they'd played this game of cat-and-mouse for too long and Regulus was impatient.

Of course, he would never admit that he wanted James enough to purposely lose a Quidditch game.

Not by a lot, mind. He'd played his part well. Distracted James with flirtatious grins and haughty looks. Kept the Gryffindor Seeker busy until they were exactly 140 points up. Then, he 'found' the snitch. 'Accidentally' let it slip through his grasp.

Gryffindor won by ten.

Cue an obnoxious Gryffindor victory party that James was guaranteed to be at.

Which Regulus showed up to. Dressed in a mesh tank top that Dorcas declared, 'Mouthwatering!"

And from James's extremely heated look, unabashedly directed at Regulus, he knew he had lost the Quidditch game, but he'd won the game he cared much more about.

And five minutes later, pinned between James's body and the cool wall of a hidden corridor, allowing James to devour his mouth, he knew he had been right.

Keep sending requests, guys! I love them!

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homeless-ghost-71 · 4 months

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I want to finish choices so bad but if I have to feel one more negative emotion I think I’m going to die

Does anyone have any jegulus fluff recs?

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #fic rec #fic request

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good-oldfashioned-lover · 5 months

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Hey guys I need some Jegulus fic recs but nothing too long (maybe under 10 chapters or so?) Cause I haven't read anything Jegulus yet but no energy to commit to longfics rn. I don't mind if it's on Wattpad or Ao3 :)

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theres-an-endless-starry-sky · 4 months

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4.2k into this oneshot and im nearly done! I have about 1K to go now! it will be done by tonight after i get back from gym and then ill edit (reread) and publish! So keep your eyes peels if you aren't on my tag list for it (to check if you are on the tag list, its in my pinned post or here ) ask to be added!

#harry potter marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #marauders fic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #oneshot #requests

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my-moony-and-padfoot · 8 months

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For once I think I make a good edit and no one watches it 😅💀(it's not good I'm aware)

Anyway, does someone have any good marauders era fic recs?

(about anything really, just in need of things to read)

It can be a long one or just a oneshot, I'll read anything

#sirius black #regulus black #marauders era #marauders edit #marauders #harry potter edit #edit #the black brothers #fic rec #fic request

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siriuslygay1981 · 6 months

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Have y'all seen the hc where Remus is there when Sirius is arrested. If you haven't, you will now. If I had to see it so do you. So here's my mini version of that!!

Cw- lots of swearing, death, angst and heartbreak

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Sirius had just gotten there, had just barely comprehended what happened when a loud voice called out to him.

"Sirius black come out with your wand thrown to the floor!"

He wasn't sure what was happening still trying to grasp the fact that James...James was gone. Lily...sweet lovely lily was dead and Harry...just a small boy- he was...he's still here crying. His little screams echoed along with Sirius' racing thoughts, shocking him at the shrill and loud scream that came out of the small baby. He was so small, his tiny hand could barely hold two of Sirius' fingers.

His feet couldn't move, stuck to the floor before slowly snapping out of it. He had stumbled down the stairs after seeing them, had saw James on his way up and felt something inside him break. Half his soul was missing, like a vital fucking organ was ripped out. It was as if someone sucked the life source from his body, sucked the essence in which he was warm, was loved, was soft. Like a fucking sunflower as the sun set, for the last time, the flower wilted slowly, it's whole body sinking down in despair.

He'd never rise with the sun again, would never turn to see that bright grin that always had him grinning just as widely right back.

He hadn't let any air in as he pushed the nursery door open, he had seconds to comfort Harry before he couldn't take it.

He had stumbled back down the stairs and to the front door with bile rising in his throat. His hand was on the doorknob when the voice had spoke.

It was an order member...maybe some Aurors, they...they could help. Could get Peter and fucking kill him.

Rage took over, boiling, mad rage. He swung the door open, his face dark. Peter did this.. and he was going to pay, even if it fucking killed him, he was going to hurt Peter.

He was surrounded in seconds his whole body immediately wrapped in rope, he started to fall forward but two Aurors rushed forward and caught him, gripping him roughly.

"What-guys he's out there we have to-" he felt desperate as he spoke.

Sirius pushed the grief aside, first Peter had to go down then he could mourn both his brother and the betrayal of another brother.

Remus came into view, his face was ashen, it hardened as he stepped closer.

"Don't fight it Black. We already know."

Sirius huffed annoyed.

"if you already know them release me! We have little time before that rat 🐁 gets away!"

Remus' face went through a whirlwind of emotions as the Aurors started to drag him forward.

He struggled in their grasp trying not to think of the blank wide eyed faces of his brother and his sister in law.

"Stop. Just stop, you can't fool us Black, not again."

It was then he stopped fighting. Thought he misheard the first time. He felt the air leave his lungs, his stomach lurching up once again.

Black. Said with disdain..anger.

He..thinks I did this. He thinks I betrayed them. His stomach drops, his throat tightening.

"What-" he could feel the beginnings of laughter building in his throat. Nothing was funny, nothing except maybe Remus thinks he betrayed lily and James.

His laugh wasn't the typical one from a successful prank or some unfunny joke that was so ridiculous he couldn't help but laugh. No, no, it reminded him of his days in locked cupboards, bloody faces, bruised arms. The laugh of a rebel son spitting in the face of his abusers knowing he'd barely make it out alive for his disobedience. It was hysterical in a way he hadn't felt in so long.

"We know you were working with Voldemort this whole time Sirius. Give it up, you've already killed all our friends, isn't that enough?" Remus didn't make eye contact only spoke in his direction.

"You think-" he couldn't force more out, could barely choke out those two words.

"You-you think-" his heart was crumbling, he was shaking, he doesn't think he's ever felt so fucking hopeless. He didn't realize how much heartbreak, hurt- pain you could put in just two words until now.

He could hear the other Aurors murmuring and could see them eyeing him in disgust. He never cared before now, the ones he loved knew he wasn't like his heritage, that's all that mattered. Now though..he felt the world crumbling beneath his feet, more and more he sunk into the ground, into the concrete, he was weak and breaking as the seconds passed by in slow distorted time, he couldn't hold himself up.

"You think I-" and he was laughing, and laughing and choking on sobs.

You think I did this? You think I hurt James and lily? You think I took Harry's parents from him? You think I killed my brother?

He surged forward cackling wildly, gasps and sobs mixing and melding with his manic laughs. This had to be a joke. Had to be a prank, it wasn't a funny one though, wasn't their usual style.

"Y-you think-"

You think I'm just my last name? You think I'm a black? You think I betrayed them? You think I killed them? You don't believe me? You have been getting closer just to expose me? You don't feel the same..

"It was a bit obvious, no?" Remus said suddenly angry.

"You were trying to gain my trust, my undeniable loyalty-" Remus' voice cracked and oh...oh how it hurt to see Remus explain his feelings away. Sirius wasn't feeling too well all of a sudden. It was hit after hit, he felt worse than the day Regulus turned death eater, felt sick and Merlin if he could just get some air into his lungs.

It struck Sirius all of a sudden, Peter bloody Pettigrew framed him.

"I think you should go for it, I mean you might never get the chance. With the war and all?"

"Peter fucking pettigrew-" he choked out astonished.

One of his best friends, his fucking brother had killed one of their own, had gone and framed him by manipulating his feelings.

"You would disappear at random times, not telling where you were or what you'd done." Remus continued as Sirius was shoved to the floor face first. He breathed out heavily his chest constricting as he struggled to breathe.

"You were the secret keeper, how bloody stupid do you think we are?" Remus shook his head as he stared down at Sirius.

I was framed. I was framed bloody brilliantly because I was an idiot. And no one will ever believe me. Not the man I love, not the friends I had made.

The only ones who know are dead and it's all my fault.

He felt the rocks dig into his face, into his arms and his jeans. He had thrown on an outfit ready for a small outing to the bar in Peters neighbourhood, knew he'd have a few drinks and head home. He even made a list because it was funny, knew he rarely finished lists but he wanted to rub it in Lily's face that he finished one today.

Check on Peter, go to the bar, go home, try to sleep for a few restless hours.

Check on Peter. He had walked up the steps to his flat, had knocked and got no answer, had grabbed his spare key he always hid in the plant and checked inside. He was already halfway done with the first thing, easy peasy.

"I'll be home all night pads."

Sirius was known not to finish lists- assignments, was often too busy with other things. He put things off, procrastinated as long as he could.

He felt his gut tighten with anxiety, wasn't sure yet-or maybe he just didn't want it to be true- about what the feeling of dread meant. He flew out of the house in record time, his long legs running as fast as he could.

To his bike and to the Potters and the door was ajar. It was eerily quiet and he went inside, He stood still for just a moment, his mind was blank.

He wishes, truly aches, to have finished this list. Wishes that it was just a silly nightmare and he'd wake up to go check on Peter. Would greet Peter and tease him about his new girlfriend he visited so often.

But now he was staring at the tall freckled man in front of him. His face was being pushed into the floor, a knee in his back as they waited for backup. He couldn't breathe- the world was crushing him under its boot, he struggled to speak, could barely get coherent words out.

"Remus I- I didn't...Remus it wasn't some grand plot. I L-"

"Black. Im not exactly surprised we are here, wish this could've been different." Moody interrupts, limping over with a grim face.

Sirius closed his eyes. There was no point. No point in fighting, Peter had got him, had pulled the biggest prank on the lot of them.

Of course he was a bloody rat. There were no signs, he had just been Pete, shy Loving Pete. Should he have noticed? He had suspected Remus at one point, and felt ashamed. Was he a bad friend for not noticing the change in Peter? Before it was too late, they were all scared he should've checked in more, surely. Should've Floo'd in or came over for tea. Ask how his mother was, asked more about his girlfriend.

Why fight when no matter what he said, what he did, they'd hold his last name against him. Guess his parents got their last kick of revenge on Sirius. They're probably laughing down in hell, glad he goes down as a traitor.

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"Even though we have overwhelming evidence that you were a spy for the dark side, would you want to do a trial?"

Sirius glanced up, his whole body numb. The wind blew against his newly shaved head, his shoulders hunched up against the cold. His limbs felt heavy, heavier with the chunky handcuffs and chains on his wrists and ankles pulling him down. The world was pushing down on him harder, overwhelming, constant, heavy, weight.

James was gone.

He felt a small piece of hope spark, he could get Peter, he could go home. He could mourn then sleep in his warm bed and cry, all he had to do was try to convince them of his innocence.

"We would administer Veritaserum-"

The hope died again, his eyes dimmed. Veritaserum-...he was doomed to this fate, he could see it all go down in his head.

'And how did you become friends with Mr lupin, Mr Potter and Mr Pettigrew?How did you get so close that you were the Potters secret keeper?'

'What are your thoughts about these three?'

The first ones were easy, 'Hogwarts of course.'.

'Well you see Mr minister of magic, we found out our best buddy was a werewolf and as we found a way to illegally help him we grew closer. Usually happens when doing highly illegal things together, builds trust.'

The third was a bit more complicated

'oh well right now I think Peter Pettigrew is a dirty rat, a traitor and that he was my brother and he will die a painful bloody death.'

'James...James was the air in my lungs, the love in my chest. He was the sun on my skin and I was saved by him. He was my brother, my best friend, my everything. And he's dead because of me.'

'Remus..I thought Remus was someone I loved. Really truly loved. He's the light in the dark, he was more than just my friend, he was someone I was willing to do anything for. I might even love him.'

Betrayed by two of his brothers, killed another and the love of his life doesn't believe him.

"No trial." He whispered cutting the Auror off mid-sentence.

What other choice did he have?

'And Mr black could you tell us who the werewolf is?'

'Remus lupin, it's in his name innit?'

Inevitably they'd ask, he'd doom Remus to a worse fate. Would condemn another to take his place in prison or an equally worse situation. He couldn't do that, not to Remus. He could see Remus speaking to Moody his body stiff as Moody nodded slowly to his words.

He was set in his decision when he saw Remus' thumb slide over the bracelet on his wrist. Remus was taking comfort in it, he could feel Remus on his own wrist, the bracelets magically connected in a one way call.

I'll hate you until I can't, love you even when it hurts. I'll be back and then...when I set everything straight I'll mourn more than just our past but our future too.

He looked away as Remus looked over to him.

I'm sorry.

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years

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Grim, Old Place

Pairing: Regulus x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: LOTS of angst! Grab your tissues, y’all.

A/N: I hope I did your request justice!!! (crying emojis) In my typical fashion, I did my own little twist on the happy ending. Also, if you reaaaallllyyy want the feels, watch this TikTok before you read :))))))

Request: Hiiii i saw you were taking requests so could you do a Regulus black x reader where the reader is a gryffiindor and they have a whole forbidden romance thing. like basically jegulus but with the reader and alot of angst and a happy ending ofc !! tysm also you totally don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place was indeed a grim, old place. It was dark and dusty, less so now, thanks to the cleanup the Order had been doing for the past week. Still, the centuries of the Black family’s magic flowed within those walls.

You’d always felt safe here despite the dark history of the family it housed. It was hidden in plain sight, you had made plenty of happy memories here, and it was the place Regulus had called home.

You were helping Remus with the second-floor drawing room. He’d migrated back downstairs after Kingsley had called for him. Tired of sorting through dusty pillows, family heirlooms, and photographs, you huffed, staring out the window to the street below. It was impossible not to think of him. It was his family home, for Merlin’s sake. But you couldn’t tell anyone that. Marlene was gone. Dorcas was on a mission for the Ministry.

You chuckled to yourself as your eyes scanning the back wall of his bedroom, a framed Slytherin crest and faded Black family crest decorated the space above the fireplace. He was broken, burdened with damnable purpose. Regulus knew Sirius would never speak to him again after he’d taken the Dark Mark. He’d also known that Sirius would probably have murdered him if he’d known about your relationship. A Potter and a Black together. Unimaginable.

He was ashamed of what Sirius may have thought about him, but he refused to believe that maybe his brother didn’t hate him. Regulus was his baby brother, after all. But Sirius understood that he had to protect himself—free himself from his family’s pureblood mania—because Regulus had already chosen his lot. Regulus would have to pull himself out of this trainwreck.

As you walked further into the room, your hand danced across the top of his dresser, over a small box and several trinkets, between the folds of his bed canopy. You’ll never forget the time you asked Kreacher to tell you one of his happy memories. He usually would just apparate away from you, into the shadows of the old Victorian townhouse, but this time he had stayed. Maybe he missed Regulus just as much as you did.

It was one of the few happy memories he had; you suppose. “The filthy blood traitor boy…he was soon to return to Hogwarts for the winter holiday. It had been his first year as a student. Master Regulus was only nine years-old at the time, but he was very…Master Regulus was very expressive. My Mistress had told Master Regulus that it was time to retrieve that family disgrace from King’s Cross, and Master Regulus shouter for his traitorous brother” Kreacher scoffed at the memory “The smile on Master Regulus’ face. His eyes. Mistress ordered me to prepare Master Regulus, but he would not cooperate. I chased Master Regulus around Mistress’ household for fifteen minutes before I finally could grab hold of him. He was not often truly…happy after that year...”

It was true, Sirius was the star in Regulus’ sky, no matter how much he refused to speak to him when you tried to coax him into doing so. No matter how much he’d fight to keep his gaze from traveling over to Sirius during class or during quidditch matches or in Great Hall. Sirius had found his people – his tribe. Regulus was alone. Of course, he had Evan, Barty, and Caius, but he always felt separated from those boys. He had no one to meet him on his level. He’d gotten close with Evan, but no one seemed to get him like his brother did. But then you came along and turned his world upside down on a boring Thursday when Professor Havenhurst partnered the two of you in Defense Against the Dark Arts. That was the beginning of sixth year. You wish you’d savored the memories more than you did.

Being mad as hell, but also smirking to yourself when he caught the snitch, winning the match for Slytherin against their biggest rival. Your entire house would for sure have had your head if they’d heard you cheering “Come on, Reggie!” under your breath.

Or that time Marlene caught you two making out in the back corner of the Restricted Section of the Library. She didn’t look surprised. Instead, she was grinning, telling Regulus to “get it!” You missed how she could make light of almost anything.

You’d never forget how you used to glare across the quidditch pitch at Rebecca Macmillan seated in the commentators’ box, saying something about the way Regulus’ hair flowed in the wind, or his “exquisite bone structure,” the way he handled his broomstick. Basically, anything that was completely inappropriate for a match. At least she was honest, though – wasn’t afraid to say what everyone else was thinking.

It warmed your heart the way Regulus would frown so much when he was focusing that he’d end up giving himself a headache. You two would end up back in his dorm, laying in silence with only the Giant Squid to entertain you when it would glide past one of the windows ever so often.

To celebrate three months together, he’d taken you to a Holyhead Harpies match. Every time he looked over at you, with that toothy grin lighting up your face, he could’ve sworn he’d be content dying right then and there. That night, Regulus had said “I love you” for the first time.

You recalled sneaking into Grimmauld Place through the back garden and spending the night with him looking at the constellations.

You remember almost getting caught holding hands by your brother and the rest of his pranking posse in a corridor, but Regulus had quickly swooped the two of you behind a set of columns. They were none the wiser.

You remembered when he asked you if you’d go on holiday with him to France for a couple of weeks at the end of sixth year. You made love for the first time during a picnic the two of you had set up in the middle of a sunflower field. It was warm and sweaty and a little uncomfortable. But the way his silky skin felt against you as you held onto his back made you feel safe. The way he gazed down your body made you feel sexy. The way he’d check in with you, asking “does this feel good?” and “do you like that?” and “you want it harder?” made you feel like you might spontaneously combust right in the middle of that sunflower field. And the way he held your face as he kissed you after it was over made you feel full. Made you feel loved.

Midway through seventh year, Dorcas had walked in on you two in your dorm. Regulus was resting his head on your bare chest, drawing shapes on your tummy with his finger as you both lay in the afterglow. She’d smirked, before quickly leaving you two in privacy. You and Regulus both had a row over who forgot to lock the door. When you returned to your room after dinner that night, Dorcas, Marlene, and Lily inundated you with questions about the “mystery-man-no-more” you’d been seeing.

It got easier to hide your relationship from the boys when you graduated, though. Bought yourself a decent flat in Southwark and made it your new home. Except, James had a habit of making surprise visits for two months straight when he’d deduced that you were with someone. One time, you had to stuff Regulus inside your wardrobe, almost slamming his hand in the door as James barged into the entryway, just like he used to enter your childhood bedroom. The man never did understand privacy. “You really should ward this place, monkey,” he’d say.

James’ suspicions were confirmed one night at the cottage in Godric’s Hollow. James watched you holding baby Harry and cooing at him, when the child suddenly grabbed and pulled on your hair, revealing two hickeys you’d failed to cover on your neck. As you tried to release your hair from Harry’s surprisingly painful grip, he’d spotted the ring on your right index finger – an enormous, white gold and onyx signet ring with a “B” scripted in the center. He was…confused, to say the least. When he asked Remus if he knew anything, Remus simply shrugged. He could smell the younger Black on you, thanks to his lycanthropy. A tobacco, peppery, minty-vanilla scent that he’d caught onto over two years ago.

The memory faded, but you twisted the ring around your finger as you stared at a photo of Regulus and his quidditch teammates. It was supposed to be serious, but they all quickly broke into laughter after Evan had said something. If only those damn photos and portraits could talk…well, except for Walburga’s of course. You’d give anything to hear his laugh just one more time.

Nasty memories lived here in the Black’s ancestral home. You knew Regulus and Sirius had suffered their fair share of emotional trauma. But they had had each other, even though it was not for as long as either of them had wanted. Now, with only Sirius here, it still felt good to stand in this house, in this bedroom. It definitely felt empty in most places, but you could put a lot of compassion into this place with the work you were all doing with the Order for the greater good.

You find an old quidditch t-shirt tossed carelessly onto a chair by the fireplace. You must have left it there some time ago during one of your midnight visits during school holidays. Regulus had charmed the shirt to carry his scent so that you always have a part of him back in your dorm. You had slept in that shirt almost every night during your final year at Hogwarts. You pick it up before sitting in the chair and bringing the shirt to your nose. The charm had probably worn off by now, you think. You bury your face in it, deeply inhaling. Tobacco, vanilla, mint, and peppercorn. Warm tears fill your eyes before spilling down your face. You cry soundlessly into the shirt, only sniffling twice.

James stares at you through the doorway, shoulder resting against the doorframe with his hands in his front pockets. I worried smile slowly makes its way across his lips. He walks over to you and wraps arm around your shoulder.

“Were you happy?” he asks.

You nod, letting the t-shirt drop into your lap as more tears fall.

“Then stop crying, monkey.”

You’d always hated that nickname. You never forgive McGonagall for making you transfigure a bonsai tree into a squirrel monkey, or yourself for mispronouncing the spell. It was a free-for-all; the way James saw it.

“If you think I’m angry with you, I’m not,” he says.

You just grab onto him, sobbing into his midsection as he holds you. You’ll never forgive Regulus for leaving you the way he did. “You stupid idiot!” you’d scream out into the silence of your flat when the pain became too much. You’d never even gotten to see his body. Maybe his body wasn’t even his anymore. He was probably a godsdamned Inferius stuck in that horrid cave.

James let go of you. You slide Regulus’ signet ring from your finger, inspecting it. You hadn’t taken it off since the day he’d given it to you. Although, maybe you should have paid attention to the piece of jewelry.

As you slide your finger along the inside of the ring, a series of words engraved in black appears.

Look to the stars – 1960

You furrowed your eyebrows, staring back at the clue while your mind raced. Go get up and go to the window, looking outside, it’s overcast. Typical London. Maybe he didn’t mean those stars, you muse. You and Regulus had cast the night sky on his bedroom ceiling, hidden from Walburga with a glamour charm.

“Revelio,” you cast.

The stars appear in all their glory, twinkling and sparking just as they always had. You had chosen to put the Chinese constellations, inspired group project in Astronomy. You had no idea what you were supposed to be looking for.

“What are you doing?”

“James, just shut it for a moment, would you?”

He raises his hands in defense.

“1960…1960…what the bloody hell does that have to do with anything?”

Oh, you thought.

“James, you were born in ’60 right?”

“Yes, why?”

James, Sirius, Peter and Remus had all been in the same year, were all born in 1960, you piece together.

“1960…1960 is the year of the rat…” you say, looking back up at the constellations and searching for the animal. “The rat…the rat…” you repeat. James just looks at you like you’ve gone mad.

Then you remember the story. Bloody divination finally comes in handy, you thought. You recall the passage from your textbook about the story of the Heavenly Gate Race.

“James, do you remember the Heavenly Gate Race story Trelawney told us during that class before Halloween?”

“You know I don’t give a damn about divination!”

“Merlin, do I have to do everything in this family?” you complain, sighing.

“Okay, well if you had actually paid attention, it’s the story of how the twelve animals of the Chinese zodiac reached the Heavenly Gate and became its guards…The Rat is most significant.”

Long ago, before the Chinese zodiac existed, The Jade Emperor wished to choose twelve animals to serve as his guards. He sent an immortal being into the world of man to spread the message that the earlier one passed through the Heavenly Gate, the higher rank one would have.

The next day, the animals of the world set off towards the Heavenly Gate. Rat got up earliest. On his way to the gate, he came upon a river. He stopped there, unable to cross due to the strong current. After waiting a time, Rat noticed Ox preparing to cross the river and jumped into Ox’s ear. Ox did not mind and simply continued on the journey. After crossing the river, Ox raced toward the palace of the Jade Emperor. But, before Ox could reach the end the race, Rat jumped out of his ear and dashed to the feet of the Emperor, winning first place, while Ox was second.

“We have a rat of our own, Jamesy. We’re fighting his Emperor.” you taunt.

Peter had dashed to the feet of his Dark Lord. Our secret keeper is in Voldemort’s ranks, you think, bile rising in your throat.

“No…No” James says incredulously, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he shakes his head.

“James…” you say, heart rate rising. The faces of everyone in the Order flash in your mind. “It’s Wormtail. He…he was telling me all along…and I didn’t look at this stupid fucking ring!”

“Fuck!” James whispers.

Despite the bombshell, you smile to yourself, tears once again dotting your eyes. Your finger strokes across the "B" in the middle of the ring.

Here was Regulus protecting you, even in the afterlife. Saving you and his older brother and everyone else you called family. Here he was being brave, like Siri, in the middle of this grim, old place.

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onthemerits · 5 months

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in the mood for pre-20th century historical jegulus… bonus points for trans reg… vampires okay… smut encouraged… pls send recs

#jegulus #regulus black #marauders #fic request

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slytherins-heir · 24 days

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I am beyond struggling with deciding who to write for next. It will be smut because the depraved part of my brain is back, so let me know what you guys think 😭<333

#tom riddle x reader #paul atreides x reader #feyd rautha x reader #regulus black x reader #timothée chalamet has a chokehold on me help #dune x reader #hp universe #tom riddle smut #paul atreides smut #regulus black smut #harry potter requests #dune requests #harry potter au #dune fics #dune smut #harry potter smut

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Black Heart Part 2

Regulus Black AU

Link to Part 1

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn't easy because of the war and Regulus' denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn't know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Warning: slight smut

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

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After leaving Regulus alone, Sirius went outside where you sat with Tonks. He hoped his luck with you was a lot better than it was with Regulus. You looked up when he stepped out.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Anything exciting happening?”

Both Tonks and yourself shook your head before Tonks burst into a fit of giggles.

“Y/n was telling me about a kid that came into the hospital who had shoved a ton of jelly beans up his nose.”

Sirius smirked as you shook your head.

“That was my existence as a healer today. Some people put other people back together. I get jelly beans out of a kid's nose.”

Sirius chuckled and sat down. He mentally smacked himself in the head for not telling Regulus that as a healer, you could put him back together if he got hurt working for the order.

That would have been a promising lead!

Sirius thought before speaking.

“Someone has to save the children. Say, Y/n, how would you like to go on a date?”

You frowned before partially choking on your lemonade. The last thing that you expected was to receive a date offer from Sirius. You considered your words. As much as you liked Sirius, it was totally in platonic way.

“Umm…with you? Look, Sirius, I…”

Sirius immediately cut you off.

“No! Not with me. I am working on that whole being single thing. I mean with my brother.”

Neither Tonks nor yourself moved for a moment. Regulus? You felt yourself staring at Sirius yet again as if he were insane. Would you date Regulus? Of course! You had a shameless crush on him from the moment that the two of you met. A crush was all that it had remained too. While Regulus was nothing but kind to you, the relationship had never gone beyond the “platonic” phase.

Did he like you? Your heart pounded at the thought alone. If Regulus was interested, you would be more than receptive to it. You didn’t care about the age difference. Clearly, it worked well with Tonks and Remus so why couldn’t it work for Regulus and yourself?

Regulus never seemed interested in that. In fact, you had never so much as seen Regulus go on a date. He went to his job at the Ministry, did jobs for the order, then went back home. Whenever you visited, he was never in the company of anyone other than himself.

“Did he ask you to ask her?”

Tonks asked, totally stunned. Like yourself, Tonks had never seen her cousin in any kind of a romantic relationship. Sirius shook his head.

“No, I am trying to set him up so I don’t spend the rest of forever looking after him.”

Tonks groaned as your hope plummeted miserably.

“Sirius! You idiot! Regulus isn’t going to appreciate you trying to set him up without his knowledge!”

Tonks snapped. Sirius held his hands up defensively.

“He likes Y/n. It may be news to you, Y/n but he likes you a lot. You are the one person that he is remotely pleasant toward. That should say a lot in itself. He’s just shit at sharing his feelings. Sharing them, having them….feelings just aren’t Regulus’ jam.” You sighed.

“Thanks but no thanks. If he isn’t in on the know, I would rather not be involved. Besides, with my schedule as a doctor, why would he even want to bother?”

“Why wouldn’t he? I mean, you're smart, you're pretty, and there is also the fact that, again, he likes you. He stares at you pathetically. It's kind of cute to be honest. I am enjoying seeing my snooty brother finally having human feelings. As I said before, I don’t want to spend the rest of forever watching my brother be single.”

You chuckled and stood up to ruffle Sirius’ hair.

“You can have him talk to me like a big boy if he is interested. Thanks for your concern though. I really don’t want to watch him hex you to kingdom come for interfering in his life. Well, I’ll see you lot later. I have a procedure to get to. Are we still going to that new bar later?”

Tonks nodded, eagerly.

“See you at 8!”

You nodded and left your friends to it. As you walked away, you could hear Tonks giving Sirius hell over his pathetic attempt at fixing Regulus and yourself up.

I would have better luck with a rock than to ever get Regulus to like me that way.

You thought before apparating away.

For the following few hours, you tried to keep your mind off Regulus. Anytime that your mind wasn’t fully focused on your work, you were drifting back to thoughts of Regulus. You couldn’t help but wonder if Sirius was right. Did Regulus like you? Did he see you in any other way than friendship? Were you overthinking everything?

Something told you not to get your hopes up. You had never had much luck with relationships, so why would you suddenly start now? It didn’t matter how attractive that you found Regulus or that you could stare into his grey eyes forever. If he wasn’t receptive to the feelings then nothing would go anywhere.

It would be nice to have someone to come home to. Being lonely really does get old.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Never in your life had you ever really felt “wanted” by a member of the opposite sex. It all started with your father abandoning you at 2. After that, you felt pretty much unlovable. Being left with your crazy Aunt Ida and her house full of cats didn’t seem like a great thing to do with your child. If one loved their kid, they wouldn’t leave them in such deplorable conditions.

Your friendship with Tonks was the first time that you felt as if you had a real friend. When Remus, Sirius, and then Regulus came into the picture, everything felt complete.

What if we actually date and it goes to hell? I could lose one of the best friends that I have ever had?

Your head was quickly becoming a pretzel. The last thing that you wanted was to lose your friendship with Regulus. It would be beyond difficult sitting across from him at an order meeting knowing that you had a failed relationship.

I have to stop.

You thought as you walked into the bar. Looking around the room, you smiled the moment that you spotted Tonks and her bubble gum pink hair. She instantly waved to you from her spot at a quiet table with Remus. You held up a finger before going over to the bar to order a drink.

The moment that you saw Regulus standing there, your heart began to pound.

“It is just Regulus. He may not even know about all of this. He's my friend and he cares about me."

You told yourself before walking over. He turned as you reached the bar and gave you a small smile.

“You’re late.”

You nodded with a sigh as you ordered your drink.

“It's been a very long day. Oh, by the way, your brother is insane.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. This was not any news to him. Internally he was panicking over if Sirius had actually said something to you or not.

“I have dealt with him all of my life. Trust me, I understand. What did he do? Ask you on a date or something?”

When you blushed, that told Regulus what he needed to know. Sirius had caught you. Did he mention Regulus’ shameless crush on you? What exactly had Sirius said? Regulus’ mind began to race as you down the shot that you were holding.

“No. He’s just insane. Add that in with crazy at work and it was recipe for disaster. Why I chose to be a healer is beyond me.”

You downed another shot earning a raised eyebrow from Regulus.

“Was it tequila day at the hospital?”

You chuckled.

“Here’s an example, I had a kid that shoved his nose full of jelly beans. I mean like Christmas dinner full. After that, this man comes in with a cucumber shoved up his ass…his excuse was oh, I fell on it. I don’t think that people understand that we hear that excuse every time someone comes in with that condition.”

You were relieved when Regulus laughed at that.

“People really say that?”

You nodded.

“All the time. I have really had to learn how to control my face.”

You took another shot without hesitation. Regulus mentally counted where you were at.

“So, I have never really seen you drink…do you think that you should slow down?”

“Bad thing is…I don’t feel a damn thing.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“That’s some tolerance.”

You shrugged.

“More like a curse.”

A few drinks later both Regulus and yourself were beginning to feel the drinks catching up. You weren’t even sure what the two of you were giggling about but you loved it. Regulus was laughing about something that you had said and that was enough. You were making him happy and by extension, you were now happy. The events of the day weren’t even on your mind and you told him all about the weird injuries that you had seen so far in your career.

“You know, you are really cute when you giggle.”

Regulus said as you leaned against him to stop yourself from falling in the floor. Regulus quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to stop you.

“Oh, you hush.”

You slurred. Regulus shook his head. Neither of you noticed your friends watching with concerned expressions. Tonks had started to come over but was stopped by Remus who muttered about the two of you being adults.

“I’m dead serious. You’re absolutely gorgeous! You have the prettiest smile in the world.”

“I’m gorgeous? You are the gorgeous one!”

Whether it was the alcohol in his system or something else, Regulus finally felt braver than he had in years. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours. You were totally stunned at first but quickly returned the kiss. Wrapping your hands in the lapels of Regulus’ suit jacket, you returned the kiss eagerly.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Regulus asked when you finally pulled away. Your eyes were closed as your mouth still hovered over his. Was this a bad idea? Yes, but you also didn’t care. Neither Regulus nor yourself were thinking with your upstairs brains. Alcohol, feelings that had been suppressed too long, and sheer desperation was driving everything.

“I do.”

The next thing that you knew, Regulus had you against the door of his bedroom. How he managed to apparate both of you back to his house, you had no idea. You also really didn’t care as he held your arms over your head.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

He murmured against your mouth. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a yes before locking your fingers in his curls. In all of the time that you had known Regulus, you had wanted nothing more than to get your hands in his perfect curls. Now you were getting your prize and nothing was going to stop you!

“Just hurry up.”

You replied before tugging at Regulus’ belt. Regulus wrapped an arm around your waist with one arm while opening the door with the other.

“As you wish.”

Shutting the door with his foot, Regulus moved to stand behind you. Tilting your head to the side, he leaned down to inhale your sweet scent. Was he really doing this? His head was screaming yes and cheering him on. For once, Regulus was getting exactly what he wanted and you wanted him back. YOU WANTED HIM BACK! Those were the four best words that he could come up with at the moment.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetheart.”

How the two of you managed to undress and get into bed was still a mystery all in itself. You didn’t care that this was a bad decision. Your logical side was off and your impulsive reckless side had kicked in. Any hope of being responsible flew out the window the moment that Regulus wrapped his mouth around your breast.

“Fuck, Reg!”

You groaned as he started sucking harshly. As he sucked your breasts, you felt his hand drifting toward your pussy. You moaned the moment that two fingers worked over your clit.

“I have wanted this for so long, Y/n.”

He groaned as your pussy tightened around the finger that he dipped into you. You wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck.

“I have wanted you too…so bad.”

Regulus smirked against your skin.

“Well, let's make this a little more exciting.”

….

The following six weeks were a repeat of that first night. It wasn’t always sloppy drunken sex. Most of the time sex was done when the two of you were 100% sober and thinking clearly.

As much as you enjoyed the sex, you had begun to find yourself frustrated that Regulus was only keeping the relationship as a friends-with-benefits thing. Anytime that you had mentioned the prospects of a relationship, Regulus always dismissed the thought with the response of either “We can talk about it later” or “Why ruin a good thing with a title?”

Outside of the bedroom, your friendship with Regulus was just as it always had been. This made you question if Regulus actually saw you as worthy of a relationship or if you were just a quick piece of ass for him?

“You seem moody today.”

Tonks comment pulled you from your thoughts. She was well aware of what was going on between Regulus and yourself. Something had told Tonks from the beginning that you weren’t completely thrilled with the whole friends-with-benefits thing.

“Sorry, Tonks. It's been a long week and I’m not feeling great.”

Tonks reached out to check you for a fever. She thought about her next sentence carefully as you picked at your bagel. You hadn’t been eating much as all the past few days. Tonks had noticed this when she made a lovely roast chicken and you nearly bailed out.

“You don’t feel warm. Look, Y/n, I know that you don’t talk about your arraignment with Regulus much but is there the remote possibility that you could be pregnant?”

Tonks watched your face carefully.

“We are usually really careful. I started a new….oh crap.’

Tonks’ face went pale.

“WHAT?”

She nearly shouted, ignoring the looks of the other diners in the coffee shop. You put a hand on your face before blushing.

“That first time. We were sloppy drunk and we didn’t use anything… Oh god. Some healer I am, I didn’t even think of that. Oh Merlin, what if I am? Better yet…what will I tell Regulus?”

Tonks was silent a moment before clasping her hands together.

“You’re going to tell him that his drunk ass knocked your drunk ass up. Let’s go buy a test, just to be safe. Who knows, you may not even be pregnant. You may have caught something from the hospital. All of this worry could be over nothing.”

An hour later, you sat in Remus and Tonks bedroom as she paced the floor. Neither of you had said much of anything since you had taken the test. You had stopped watching Tonks after about minute 2 and let your mind go to Regulus. How would you tell him? How would he react? Would he want anything to do with the kid? Were you ready to be a mother? There were so many what-ifs and how’s that you couldn’t think properly.

“It's time.”

Tonks commented before approaching the table that the test was lying on. You studied your best friend’s face carefully. The moment that her eyes widened, you knew exactly what the test was…positive.

“It's positive.”

Tonks said in a disbelieving tone as you jumped up and walked over. You took the test from Tonks and started at the word “positive.”

“Positive…”

You murmured. Tonks stood quietly. She didn’t know what to say. This definitely wasn’t an ideal situation. She wasn’t sure how Regulus would take this news. Tonks knew that her cousin never had an interest in children. In fact, when she was pregnant with Teddy, Regulus told her to never consider asking him to babysit. If she did, he would make sure to send Teddy home hyped up on sugar and out for blood.

“Well, how do you feel?”

Tonks asked, nervously. She watched as you walked to the bed and sat down with a frown.

“I don’t know. I’m scared but I’m relieved at the same time. Not relieved that I’m pregnant but relieved to know the truth. I don’t know how Regulus will take it. He’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to ruin that but he’s got to know. I don’t see him taking it well. I’m hoping after the shock wears off, he will be receptive to what we’ve done. Ugh, I better go tell him and get it over with.”

As you stood up, Tonks raced over and pulled you into a hug.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have Remus and me. We are in your corner…no matter what.”

You closed your eyes hugging your friend. At least “someone” was in your corner.

A few moments later,

You stood outside Regulus’ office door taking a few deep breaths. After a small pep talk and a few deep breathing exercises, you knocked.

“Come in.”

Regulus called from the other side.

Here. We. Go.

You said before stepping in. Regulus looked up and instantly smiled when he saw you. You had been on his mind all day. Regulus slightly snorted at the thought. There was no “all day” to it. You had been staying on his mind since the first hook-up. Regulus hated admitting it but Sirius was right. He did have it bad for you.

Admitting it was the only problem. Regulus had been trying to tell himself for weeks that he wanted you in every way possible. He didn’t want to be only a friend with benefits. For some reason, getting those words out was hard.

“Hello, beautiful. What are you doing here?”

Regulus felt his ego boosting the moment that you blushed. Every time that he made your perfect cheeks go scarlet, it was a bigger confidence booster.

“Hey, I needed to talk to you about something.”

You watched as the pleased expression on Regulus’ face vanished and was replaced with the stoic mask that he wore so well.

“What about?”

Regulus questioned, carefully. You took a few deep breaths, trying to control your now-pounding heart.

“Regulus, I…uh…I….”

Regulus blinked.

“You?”

Why did he have a feeling that he was about to be dumped? Any relationship that he ever had, ended this way. You bit the side of your cheek before deciding to rip the proverbial band aid off.

“Regulus, I’m pregnant.”

You nearly fainted when you got the words out. Regulus stared at you going totally pale. He sat in silence for a moment before being able to speak. When he did speak, his voice was strained.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded,

“Yeah, I took a test. I know that we’ve been careful but there was that one night when we were drunk…”

“Are you sure it's by me?”

Regulus questioned. He immediately regretted his question when you stepped backward looking completely floored.

“Yes, by you! You’re the only man that I am sleeping with! You know that!”

Regulus frowned.

“No, I really don’t. There could be someone else.”

“I don’t believe this. I have told you from the beginning that you are the only person that I am seeing. I would think that you would give me a little more credit than that. I have been begging you to make our relationship exclusive. I wouldn’t be asking to be exclusive if I was seeing other people.”

You watched as Regulus sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, I never planned on having kids.”

Regulus was about to add that he didn't know anything about them when you rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I can handle this by myself. I don’t need you.”

You turned and walked from the room leaving Regulus in a near panic attack.

Half an hour later,

Sirius stood in the kitchen making coffee when Regulus came nearly sliding into the door. He raised an eyebrow, noticing how disheveled his younger brother looked.

“Reg…”

“I don’t have time! Has Y/n come here?”

Sirius shook his head as Regulus groaned putting a hand over his face and muttering to himself about something.

“I take it there is trouble in paradise? What did you do?”

Regulus looked up with a frown.

“I’m an idiot…a bloody fucking clueless mother fucking idiot!”

Sirius moved to sit down. He hadn’t seen Regulus this worked up in a long time. Whatever was happening was clearly making the control freak lose control.

“Uh huh…why are you an idiot?”

Regulus rubbed a hand over his face before turning to his very confused brother. He hated admitting it but Sirius was right. Regulus should have spoken to you and asked you to be his girlfriend. He should have told you that he really adored you and you could be exactly what he was looking for…but no….he had to be a big old IDIOT!

“I fucked up, Sirius. I fucked up badly! Y/n is pregnant.”

Sirius looked like Regulus had hit him with a brick and was making him apologize.

“She’s…WHAT?! You got her pregnant?! Regulus, you’re supposed to be the careful one! Wait, why are you looking for her?”

Regulus sat down and slammed his head into his arms on the table.

“I blew it. She told me and I asked if she was sure it was mine then, in all of my infinite wisdom, said that I never planned on having kids. She didn’t take it well, obviously and said that she didn’t need me. I didn’t even try to stop her. God damn, it Sirius, I adore her and treated her like that. What the fuck is wrong with me? I acted like she was ending my damned life.”

Sirius sat in stunned silence for a moment before being able to speak.

“No, you aren’t an idiot. Reg, you don’t like to do anything if you don’t have it planned and written down on a pad of parchment. I agree the way that you handled it probably wasn’t one of you crowning moments but this is Y/n that we are talking about. She adores you. Give me just a second.”

Regulus watched as Sirius took out his phone and quickly sent someone a text. When Sirius’ phone dinged, Regulus nearly yelled.

“She’s at the hospital. Come on. We are going to talk to her.”

“We?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius nodded.

“I am taking you to her and you are going to talk to her before you lose her for good.”

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