I'm now on AO3, under the username RAB_lover! I'll be posting all of my fics there as well.
Masterlist of my works:
Everything I write is tagged [# my writing]
KEY:
Angst: A Comfort: C
Fluff: F Smut: S
my prompt list
Regulus Black x (f) Reader
- The Better of Two Bad Options [A]
- “Don’t say anything. Just… just lay here with me.” [A/C/F]
- Don’t do that. Don’t push me away. / I can’t help it. [A/C/F]
- “Stay Quiet” [S]
- "I've gotta get home and sleep with your brother" [S, slight A], (feat! Sirius)
- “did you touch yourself while i was gone” [S]
- “There is no way anyone is that innocent” [S/F]
- Regulus accidentally sips your potions homework. [F]
Sirius Black x (f) Reader
- "I've gotta get home and sleep with your brother" [S, slight A], (feat! Regulus)
- Your boggart reveals your deepest fears to the entire DATDA class... Including Sirius. [A/C]
- ouchie piece "you had your chance" // "i'm right here" [A]
- neither of us should be here... sex with sirius on regulus's birthday [S, obvi]
- "Going home isn't an option anymore" - Reverse comfort [A/C]
Sirius Black x Remus Lupin
- i thought you always knew [A]
Fic Recommendations:
All of my recommendations are tagged [# fic rec]
ballgowns & frilltops: historical fiction smut w reggie
fluff where reggie flirts w y/n in french
mirror sex with regulus
Take It: a short poly!marauders sex scene
"Lovemaking" sex headcanons for marauders-era characters
soft dom regulus headcanons
mean!regulus fucking y/n (sirius's girlfriend)
toxic!sirius degrades y/n as she blows him
Attention: bratty, subby regulus is in for a punishment
Loosely inspired by the ball scene even if she wears the navy dress (here she can wear knickers but no bra) instead of champagne one. And let's say he's wearing a dark sapphire dress robe in tux version.
Wolfstar if you take requests for ship, but I'll read any.
Game
17. If you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand.
Trigger warnings - mentions of child abuse, injuries, small mention of blood, very unhealthy view on what love should be
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Sirius curls himself up as small as he can, arms wrapped around his knees in an effort to hide from the world.
It has been three days since he ran away from home, since he arrived on James’ doorstep with a bloody lip and only the clothes on his back. He hasn’t spoken since then. He hasn’t showered. He hasn’t eaten. He isn’t even sure if he has slept.
The guilt is overwhelming him, though, the guilt of pushing James away after they took him in without a seconds hesitation. He wants to talk to James, but he doesn’t know how. He feels broken.
Inside of him, there is still a part that doesn’t understand. Doesn’t understand how someone can do this to someone they love. He knows his mother loves him because, of course, she does. She is his mother, and that’s what mothers do. But he doesn’t understand why. Why did this happen?
Perhaps this is just the way it is when someone loves you. Perhaps they find every way they can to break you in an effort to make you stronger. He knows this must be what she is doing, but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t want to be strong, not after all this time.
He wants to cry, to let out all of the tears he has been holding in since he was young. After all, Black’s don’t cry, and he is still a Black. He will always be a Black.
A knock at the door makes his heartrate increase, despite knowing it isn’t them. They can’t get him here. He still doesn’t answer it, though. He doesn’t want to see anyone. He doesn’t want to talk.
“Sirius,” he hears softly, and his body instantly relaxes. “its me. Can I come in?”
His body moves before he is aware of what he is doing, turning the lock and letting Remus inside. He offers Sirius a small smile and closes it behind him, arms ready the second Sirius collapses into him. Remus always seems to know what Sirius is going to do before he knows himself.
Remus gently leads them over to the bed and sits down, bringing Sirius into his chest. He goes willingly, feeling Remus’ fingers through his hair as the sound of his heartbeat instantly soothes him. A tear escapes, and he doesn’t brush it away. He knows he doesn't have to, not with Remus.
It isn't until Remus presses a kiss into his hair that he truly breaks. He lets out choked sobs that he desperately tries to muffle, tears falling onto Remus’ knitted jumper. Arms tighten around him, and he lets himself cry. He lets himself feel everything he has denied himself.
He cries for what his parents have done to him, how they have treated him over the years. He cries for Regulus, how he left him behind when he refused to leave. He cries for James, how he is pushing him away without meaning to. He cries for Remus, how he has always wanted to be with him, but knows he is too broken.
It is a bad idea, wanting to be with one of your best friends, but he wants it anyway. He wants it anyway despite knowing he can never be loved.
“I’m here,” Remus whispers when his sobs die off, his arms tightening around him. “I’m always here, sweetheart.”
Sirius shakes his head. “Don't call me that,” he whispers, looking up to see nothing but confusion in Remus’ expression. He always calls Sirius sweetheart, and he has never once told him not to.
“I always call you sweetheart,”
“But that is what married people say, Remus. People who are together, people who love each other, people who–”
“–but I do love you,” Remus interrupts gently, bringing his hand to Sirius face, moving his thumb across his cheekbone.
Sirius closes his eyes and leans into him, wishing that were true. He knows Remus doesn’t love him because he looks after him. He is always there and always knows how to help. He doesn’t belittle Sirius or tell him he is worthless, and that is what love is, isn’t it? Finding every way to break you in an effort to make you stronger.
But Remus never breaks him.
“Don't say that,”
“Why not when it’s true?” Remus whispers, bringing Sirius closer until their foreheads are almost resting against each other. “I have loved you for as long as I have known you, Sirius.”
Sirius slowly opens his eyes. “Like a friend?” he asks hesitantly.
He knows how to love like a friend so he could understand this. After all, he loves his friends. James, Peter, Remus. Even if his love for Remus feels different.
“Yes, and as more than a friend. I love you, Sirius.”
Sirius shakes his head. He can't, not as more than a friend. “If you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand.” He whispers, tears falling once again.
“You don't have to understand it, not until you are ready.”
“What do you mean?”
Remus smiles, continuing his movements on Sirius’ cheekbone. “It means that I will continue to love you every day until you are ready to understand what that love is, and I will continue to love you forever after that.”
Sirius takes in his words, his expression nothing but genuine. He doesn't know if this means what he thinks it means, but he finds himself feeling nothing but hope.
“You really love me?”
“I love you in every way,” Remus whispers.
Sirius lets out a small laugh, relishing in the blush that has covered Remus’ cheeks. “Does this love mean you want to kiss me?” He asks through a breath of air. “Because I may not understand love yet, but I know I have wanted to kiss you for a very long time.”
Remus laughs and closes his eyes. “Yes Sirius,” he breathes out. “it means I very much want to kiss you.”
“Does that mean I can kiss you?” He asks, already leaning closer.
Remus barely has time to nod before their lips meet, softly, tentatively at first. Sirius is afraid of scaring away whatever love Remus holds for him, and he knows he can't do that. Remus smiles into the kiss and slips his hand further around his neck, drawing him closer.
A knock at the door pulls them out of the moment, and Sirius pulls back, letting out a groan in frustration. Remus smiles in a way he is sure is fond and pulls himself up, pressing a lingering kiss to Sirius’ forehead before he walks towards the door.
“Tell James he can come in if he doesn’t mind us doing that again,” he winks, settling against the headboard.
Remus laughs. “I think he will be relieved after...” his voice drifts off as he pulls the door open, looking back at Sirius with wide eyes.
“What is it?”
The door opens fully to reveal James, looking pale as he steps forward. Sirius frowns until Regulus steps in behind him, bag in each hand. His hair is a mess, and there are bags under his eyes , but he looks uninjured.
“Reggie,” he gasps, jumping from the bed and pulling him into his arms.
“Sirius,” Regulus chokes out, dropping the bags and burying his head in Sirius shoulder. “let me stay, please. I don't want to be without you, please let me–”
“–Reg, you aren't going anywhere.” Sirius interrupts gently, holding him tight. “You’re safe now. We’re safe.”
Regulus nods against him, and Sirius lets out a sigh of relief. They did it. They got out. He looks up, meeting Remus’ eyes, and he can see it. Love in his expression, love he has seen before. He doesn't understand it yet, but that doesn't matter because Remus will keep loving him. Every day until he does understand, and forever after that.
He turns to James, finding the same expressions in his eyes as he looks at Regulus, tears falling softly. He will think about that tomorrow, but right now, he knows everything will be alright.
fucking you up against the shower wall until legs gave out and you could no longer stand for yourself. “james–it’s too much.” you whined before resting your full weight against the cold tile behind you. his head rested in the crook of your neck, the smell of you making him turn almost animalistic.
you felt so full of him, the noises you made almost drowned out by the sound of the pelting water. you could hear your heart beating, as you clenched around him. your orgasm taking you over and he helps you ride it out.
“jamie…please–” your words get caught by a short moan. “i can’t take anymore…”
he huffed, grabbing you by your thighs and maneuvering your bodies until your back hit the glass door to the shower.
he adjusted you, all the moving causing him to hit a spot so deep inside you it made you see stars.
“shit, james…i can’t.”
he mocked your pout, slowing his hips to stare at you curiously. “thought you liked it when i fuck you this, huh?”
“i do!” you whine, eyes rolling back as speeds up his movements again.
“so what’s the problem?” he rolls his eyes at you, causing your pout to deepen.
you don’t respond—you can’t, because he’s fucking you so good it takes the words right out of your mouth.
you can barely make out a weak call of his name before your eyes roll back.
“do you want me to stop?”
tears brim im your eyes at the suggestion. you shake your head rapidly. “no, please don’t.”
“god, you feel so good, angel.” his words are barely coherent. “how’d i get so lucky? this perfect pussy all for me…” he boasts, a boyish grin attached to his face.
it’s all you can do to slump in his hold and feel the way he throbs inside you while his eyes watch your every reaction. the grunts he made making you clench around him.
“how are you so good at that?” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.. “how are you so damn good ?”
he ignores you, fucking you harder, his grip on your hips tighten the more your squirm in his hold.
“it’s too much, james.” your legs have begun to shake by now.
“hey,” he coos, his words a lot more tender than his movements. “you can take it, baby, know you can.”
you nod but you don’t know if you believe him.
“look so pretty like this, dovie.”
his rhythm is as persistent as it is cruel and unrelenting.
“i’m gonna cum, baby.” he whimpers, his forehead pressed against yours as he pounds into you relentlessly.
“please…” you can’t help but nod, locking your arms around him tightly.
it was like a black mass over highway ninety, hanging heavy in the sky, created from them and what it meant to drive those miles, to keep moving forward.
and life was shaking its head at the two, laughing and nodding as if to say: enjoy it all.
a black mass over highway ninety, by @greenvlvetcouch
