even when i feel nothing, i feel it completely {starchaser, wolfstar, rosekiller etc}
without ever touching his skin (how can i be guilty as sin?) {starchaser, wolfstar}
kiss me on the mouth {wolfstar}
jegulus microfic:
may 1: animagus | may 2 & 3: delight & rush | may 4: cease | may 5: surface | may 6: strawberry | may 7 & 8: allure and silk | may 9: captivate | may 10 & 11: reform & gentle |
tiny little snippet of the new chapter!! enjoy <333
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In a slightly mean way, Regulus was finding satisfaction in watching them go through months and months of his research with furrowed brows and working brains. He could almost hear the cogs turning in their minds as they tried to relate everything they’d just read about to their current situation. None of it had made sense to him at the start, but then Riddle had led him into his confidence with every slimy brush of his tongue, and soon Regulus was beginning to understand a whole lot more. It fascinated the academic side of him to no end.
What was most interesting, was the uncharacteristic silence of one Barty Crouch Junior.
Regulus watched Barty’s eyes snag on a piece of paper on the table. It was dirtier than the others, more yellowing at the edges, and it had many fingerprints on it from the amount of times Regulus had picked it up himself. Barty leaned forward to grab it, and with shaking hands he drew it closer and read the words on the page.
Turning to Regulus with wide eyes, Barty asked, “Regulus, what the fuck is a Horcrux?”
i once read a drarry fic where there’s a wedding and all the gang are there and drarry are rooming together and draco was in a relationship with theo and he’s trying to make him jealous with harry and then he falls for harry and there’s angst etc
not a day goes by where i don’t think about it. if anyone knows it pleaaaaaase tell me !!!!!!! i think draco is a healer bc he has this paste in his bag he gives to harry ??? pls help
the beginning of a longer fic, just testing out reactions :) prince!regulus stable boy!james prince!sirius scholar!remus 3.3k
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Light trickled through the cracks in the rock walls, highlighting the speckles of dust that floated in the air. The vent in the wall bore scratch marks where nails had no doubt tried to purchase on to the bars in the vent to no avail. Even if someone was able to get ahold of the bars the gap was too small for an adult body to squeeze through. It was doubtful that a child could squeeze through it. How would anyone get through the tiny gap between the bars?
It was a torturous reminder that freedom was so close, that the world still spun, that birds still chirped from their spots within the trees, that people continued on with their lives.
James used to be one of those people. He had a life once.
He threw that away, and now he spent his days merely surviving the castle dungeons. It reeked of blood and piss and sweat and shit. A burgundy river worked its way through the cobblestone floor, meandering around the once grey rocks worn down by the shoes of those dragged into this infernal hell. James knew that some of it was his own, but it belonged to the man in the cell next to him as well. The poor bugger had been tortured within an inch of his life for many hours during the night. His agonising screams had kept James from slumbering, each cry and groan reawakening the fear inside of him and lighting his nerves on fire.
The man hadn’t made a noise since the guards had left and that was a few hours ago. James wouldn’t be surprised if they dragged his lifeless body out of the dungeons at some point within the day, but he hoped that wouldn’t come anytime soon, because then it meant they’d turn their attention to him.
He’d received quite the beating once he was dragged into the cell. They’d chained him up to the wall, hands secured above his head and feet trapped to the floor. He was stretched to his limits, his dirty, sodden shirt rising up his stomach leaving his skin vulnerable to torture. The guards had taken advantage of that. Their daggers had left considerable damage, but James couldn’t feel it anymore because the agony of his numbing arms outweighed it. He knew the blood had clotted and that the wounds to his stomach were healing though, because he could feel the crusted blood each time he attempted to move. Of course, the strain on his arms made him refrain from any sort of escape plan.
For now he would trust that Regulus would get him out of this mess.
Oh, Regulus. His snarky, sharp, beautiful Regulus.
James was no fool. He knew that the otherworldly boy that graced his stables was far too good for him. He knew it in the way Regulus carried himself, shoulders back and poised at every second of the day. Even when he was atop James, the boy’s posture never once faltered. It drove James mad to no end. He was completely gone for him, bordering on feral every time they so much as caught eyes.
Regulus’ skin was clean and pure like alabaster, he could stand still and James could mistake him for one of the many statues lining the castle gardens. His fine, elegant fingers were adorned with jewels that James could only dream of owning, and his fingernails were pristine, a clear sign that Regulus had never done a day's work in his life.
But why would he? He was a prince and he had people to do the work for him.
That was how Regulus and James had met in the first place, because James worked for him. Or rather, Regulus’ parents, King Orion and Queen Walburga. As soon as James had encountered Prince Regulus he knew that he was a goner, that it didn’t matter what Regulus required of him, it didn’t matter how nefarious a plan Regulus cooked up, James would execute it without fail.
Unfortunately, James felt the same loyalty to the Crown Prince, Sirius, which is exactly why he had found himself in his current predicament: hanging limply in the castle dungeons with Sirius leagues away, cold iron biting into his tanned skin and blood marring his beautiful face. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of Regulus, his sharp tongue and words even sharper, that only softened when he was alone with James in the dark of night. His silky, smooth skin that reddened with pressure from James’ teeth and tongue, bruises sucked into places that only the two of them would ever see.
It was the only salvation he had. He hoped it was enough to keep him alive.
The jingling of keys against a hip startled him out of his reverie, ears perking at the familiar sound. James wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the cell because he’d blacked out multiple times due to the blood loss, but he knew it was long enough that his stomach growled at the thought of food. They had fed him once a day when he was conscious, so he surmised that they didn't want him too dead otherwise they’d just starve him.
There was mumbling, one voice deeper and rougher than the other, gruff like the guards that James was used to dealing with. The other was lighter, more refined but elegant in its drawl. It was clear that the owner of this voice had a sharp tongue and a penchant for getting what he wanted. He spoke with regality, even as mumbled as it was.
James’ heart soared. Regulus had come to save him.
It was ridiculous, the way he shuffled as if to make himself presentable. Even in a dungeon, James was trying his hardest to be good enough for Regulus.
James cracked his eyes open, one was a little swollen still from the beating he had taken a few days prior, but most of the pain had dulled considerably. The guards had been busy with his neighbour, after all.
After what felt like an eternity, the voices grew closer and he heard the gruff voice announce, “He’s in this once, Your Royal Highness.”
“Thank you, Robert,” Regulus said softly, and then James heard the clinking of keys once more. They must’ve been handed over to Regulus. James could feel his heart beat faster at the thought of Regulus coming to his rescue. He loved this boy more than he could put into words.
And then, like an angel descending from heaven, Regulus appeared at the door to his cell, the grimy bars not dulling his beauty for a second. “Love, you’re here.” His voice was raw and croaky from disuse and he swiped his dry tongue over his bottom lip in an attempt to disguise it.
Regulus’ features did not falter from their impeccably stony visage. Storm cloud eyes gave away nothing as they stared James down. He didn’t so much as blink as he entered the prison cell, eyes never wavering from James’ limp body. Regulus did not flinch at the sight of blood and piss in the cell, did not turn his nose up or gag at the disarming smells. He simply walked forward until he was a couple of metres away from James.
Even then he did not say a word.
James frowned at the lack of reaction from Regulus, the movement causing his body to ache in places he forgot had been hurting. Still, James couldn’t help but break into a smile at the sight of his lover standing before him, as gorgeous as the day he met him. “Regulus. I knew you would come for me.”
“Yes,” Regulus picked an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. “The guards said you would not stop muttering that.”
His voice, ever so posh and articulate, did not show any signs of emotion whatsoever. It baffled James beyond belief, how utterly unbothered Regulus appeared. He was starting to think that the prince had somehow been confused for one of the statues in the gardens. He looked colder than he’d ever seen him.
With an increasingly pounding heart, James spoke through a cracked voice. “I… I don’t understand.”
“Well, of course you wouldn’t. Do you know why you’re here, James?” At the lengthy silence from the boy chained up, Regulus continued. “Of course you do. You’re here for aiding and abetting the dereliction of duty of the crown prince, aiding and abetting the betrayal of oath of the crown prince, and treason. In simpler terms, as I know you struggle with large words, your part in helping my foolish brother escape with his bookish lover means that you are now likely to be hung, drawn, and quartered. How wonderful.”
The blood left James’ face so rapidly it felt like he was going to faint. His already pale face looked sickly now, like all the blood had been syphoned away by Regulus’ words. He could feel his chest heave unevenly as he processed the words, the pain they caused, and not just because Regulus had informed him that he could very well be dead by noon, but the brutality in which he delivered such a message.
James came from a loving but low-born family. Both his mother and father were potters, as was their name, and they had made a steady living by creating trinkets and various types of dinnerware. They had a small cottage near the outskirts of the kingdom in the more rural areas, with lots of surrounding land. The land did not belong to them but growing up James had enjoyed it as though it were his own. His father had also been skilled in breaking in horses, and so James had grown up with them, too. Like the siblings he never had. His father had passed his knowledge of the magnificent animals onto his son, and James, skilled at nearly everything he put his mind to, became known in their little province for caring for and taming horses.
It was this skill that had brought him to the kingdom’s castle.
In the beginning of their dalliance, James had not cared to inform Regulus of his inability to read and write. He had not thought it relevant as he plundered the boy’s mouth with his tongue — there were clearly more important things at hand. But as their feelings for one another grew, in James’ case at the very least, he had opened up to Regulus about his upbringing. Regulus had not laughed nor sneered once at the knowledge that James could not read or write. He had simply nodded in the right places and was happy to move on once James changed the subject. James hadn’t thought much of it after that, simply happy that Regulus had not thought lowly of him.
Then Regulus surprised him. It was like any other evening, they were to meet in the hayloft of the stables where the excess hay was kept. James had always been surprised at Regulus’ willingness to climb the wooden beams to reach the secret hideaway above the horse pens, but the boy had loved getting his hands dirty with James.
James had been waiting for him, lying back with his head against a haybale, his body cushioned by hay and some blankets he’d procured for them. He’d had a dopey smile on his face as he waited for Regulus to appear, thinking about what else they might learn of each other in the little time they had together. It was then that Regulus had appeared, climbing up to the hayloft with several books under his arms and a candelabra in his hand.
His confusion was short-lived, as Regulus sat down next to him with a careful look on his face, voice hesitant and soft as he’d stated that everyone deserved the chance to read and write, but that James must tell him at once if he was overstepping. James had been so floored by the generosity and kindness that he’d pounced without thinking, capturing Regulus’ lips in a kiss so passionate and bruising that they hadn’t started their tutoring for another half an hour.
So to hear Regulus tell him now that he knew he struggled with large words was a worse pain than the lashings his back had taken a few days prior. His eyes prickled hotly as tears involuntarily gathered in his eyes. “Regulus.”
“Yes, I know why you’re here as well, but I didn’t come to know it from you, I had to hear it from my mother and father as we broke our fast this morning.” Regulus began to circle James slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey, figuring out how much he could toy with him before he struck the killing blow. “Imagine my surprise when I asked of Sirius and was informed that he wasn’t to be joining us for breakfast, or any meal for that matter, because it had been discovered that he ran away with our scholar in the middle of the night.”
“Regulus—” James was cut off by his own agonising wail as he felt a delicate finger push its way into one of the healing welts on his back.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Regulus crooned, removing his finger and wiping the blood on James’ ratty clothing. “You had your time to talk and you chose to fill me with flowery nothingness whilst you aided my brother in shirking his duties by fleeing the kingdom.”
“Regulus, please. It wasn’t like that between us. You and I had nothing to do with helping Sirius. You must believe me,” James pleaded, winded from the assault on his body and the ache in his heart. He was slouching into the metal at his wrists now and he could feel them cutting into his skin so sharply blood was beginning to slide down his forearms.
Regulus had walked back around to James’ front, eyes an ice-cold, blazing fire as he bent himself to James’ eyeline. “I mustn't do anything. As I was saying, my breakfast was further ruined by the fact that I was told none other than our very own stable boy had aided Sirius and his lover with their plan of escape. How truly scandalous.”
His mistreatment in the cell was starting to take its toll on him. James blinked sluggishly and rasped, “How did they find out?”
Regulus scoffed and laughed cruelly. “It seems that you should take better care with whom you trust, James. The lord knows that I will be doing the same from now on.”
James shook his head, ignoring the waves of dizziness that crashed down upon him. “No, Reg’lus, please. You can trust me. I trus’ you. I lo—”
“You know,” Regulus interrupted sharply, a wild look to his eyes, “I had begun to ease mother and father into the idea of a love match for me.”
Every ounce of energy that James had was used to stand himself up tall, eyes widening at Regulus’ words. The boy before him was standing tall and proud, his shoulders pushed back in their ever-present, immaculate posture. His regal face was tipped at an angle that screamed elegance and his eyes, so cloudy and stormy before, were suddenly clear as though the roiling thunder within them had dissipated into calm skies.
“You did?”
“Yes. As the spare my marriage is less important than Sirius’. Of course, a politically advantageous marriage was still expected of me, but I had begun to hint at the possibility of not marrying someone of high nobility. It was an impossible feat but I was willing to try. For you.”
The look Regulus speared him with was like someone had run him through with a sword right to the hilt. Suddenly James found it hard to breathe. Regulus wanted to marry him. Him, someone of such low status. He had been trying to create a world in which he and James could actually get married. A commoner to a prince.
“We can still try,” James begged, tears filling his eyes and obscuring his vision. He nodded once and then twice, until he was nodding jerkily as though trying to convince himself it was still possible. “We can. We can try, Regulus. We can.”
His whispered pleas were met with a bitter laugh. “I don’t think so, James. You threw away any chance you and I had the moment you offered to help Sirius escape.”
“What? No. No.”
Regulus scoffed, a nasty smile marring his otherwise ethereal face. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”
James could only stare imploringly as Regulus continued. “Sirius is gone. You saw to that. Now there is no one left in line to the throne but myself. I am the crown prince. I will take on all of Sirius’ duties, including marrying whichever princess that the king and queen deem most advantageous to our kingdom.”
Regulus stalked closer to him once more but James had never felt further away from him. His throat ached as the words he wished he could say were clawing and scratching their way to the surface, but he couldn’t utter them. He couldn’t do anything but gaze longingly into Regulus’ grey eyes as they bore into him with disdain and hatred.
“You may have freed Sirius and Remus from their destiny, but in doing so you have sealed ours. I hope it was worth it.”
Swiftly, Regulus slotted the key to James’ arm restraints into the hole, ignoring his excruciating screams as he hung from one arm, before releasing that one too. James slumped in a heap on the rotten, dirty floor. He didn’t have the energy or the will to stand up or arrange himself neatly as he once may have done in Regulus’ company. All he felt was debilitating pain, both physically and emotionally. It took everything within him not to break down into a blubbering mess on the cobblestones.
James only weeped silently for the life he would no longer live. It had been made abundantly clear: Regulus was not his anymore. Maybe he never had been. James had been foolish to ever believe otherwise. A prince of the realm would never belong to any one man, he was a servant of the kingdom.
For a brief moment he had felt like he was James’ and James’ alone, and he would always cherish that.
Regulus did not display any emotion as he watched James cry, crumpled up pathetically in his own blood and piss. His face had returned to its cold demeanour once more, eyes empty of any readable feeling. He was an impenetrable wall of ice.
He gave James a once over, maybe remembering the boy as he once was, as they once were together when times were happier, or maybe not at all. James didn’t recognise the boy before him anymore.
Then he turned around and walked toward the cell door.
Rubbing his sore wrists, James asked, “Why have you released me?”
Once he was out on the other side of the door, Regulus turned back towards his lover. “Because I want to know where my brother is so that he can pay for his crimes against the crown and his kingdom, and the only person with that knowledge is you. The guards have strict instructions to nurse and feed you back to health so that when I next come for you, I can flay the skin from your freshly healed back all over again.”
The jarring clank of the cell door locking caused James to jump, the tears he’d been holding back finally falling helplessly down his dirty, marred cheeks. For a moment he and Regulus just stared at each other. Each boy knew that from this moment onwards their relationship had forever changed. The boy who taught him how to read and write was gone. Stolen kisses were a currency James could no longer afford to pilfer in the night, and any blossoming love was plucked from the ground, roots and all.
“A healer will be sent to tend to your wounds. In the meantime I suggest you think long and hard about Sirius’ whereabouts. You’ll find that I bear no patience for traitors.”
With that, Regulus stormed out of the dungeons, and James finally allowed himself the grace to break down.
The wizard was muttering something, his mouth moving rapidly as his eyebrows dipped further inward until he was frowning something fierce. Just as he finished talking, a portal opened up behind him and more Order members began to pour out. Regulus dealt with the original wizard easily enough, performing the spell he had heard Snape using at a prior mission and watching as the wizard’s body began to cut itself open, blood pouring from him like a macabre waterfall. His body fell to the ground within seconds.
There was no time to contemplate what a horrific spell Snape had conjured up, or the fact that he’d just used it on someone, because the new Order members that had arrived were fresh and raring to go with an anger that Regulus hadn’t seen on the previous ones. He hadn’t seen it at any skirmish the Order had been called to. There hadn’t been that many that Regulus could remember where they’d been called in to fight, but these witches and wizards were not messing around. They took out five Death Eaters within seconds and were moving swiftly through the black cloaks with a vengeance.
Regulus felt his breath leave him when he spotted a familiar head of inky black hair swishing several metres in front of him. The wizard was strong and confident, his strides sharp and calculated as he knocked down Death Eaters as though it was as easy as breathing. Regulus knew he was confident within himself and his magic by the way he stalked the battlefield, spells falling off the tip of his tongue like second nature. Regulus hadn’t seen him in so many years.
Sirius.
He ducked suddenly, eyes wide as he returned to his full height and watched a witch who was so strikingly familiar to him cackle loudly. Sirius snarled, “You crazy bitch.”
“Sirius, darling, my favourite traitor. I was wondering when you were going to show up. It was getting awfully boring around here,” Bellatrix smirked, blood coating her face and dripping from her chin. She licked some of it off her lips and grinned as Sirius blanched.
curse - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 354
James had long ago gotten used to Regulus and Sirius’s bickering. It was one of those things that he’d learned to ignore, to place in the background of his brain. Just like the fire in the fireplace crackled and Remus sometimes groaned when he stood, Sirius and Regulus constantly argued. In fact, on this particular evening, he didn’t even register that the two were snarking at each other until both boys’ voice levels reached such a high that half the Gryffindor Common Room was looking at them with concern.
“...absolute prick, Regulus! Just quit bossing me around for once, and worry about yourself–”
“I would, except then you’d end up failing all of your courses, Sirius! Salazar, who even writes that? Your sentence makes no bloody sense!” Regulus shot back, looking at something Sirius had scrawled in one of his essays.
James supposed he should intervene, but if he was honest, he was scared. Both boys were ridiculously magically gifted and unafraid to throw a curse, so it was really best to–
“Fuck you!” Sirius swore as he found himself pinned to the ceiling, Regulus now standing with his wand drawn and flames in his eyes even as he stood still, head tilted slightly. He looked like a predator, toying with helpless prry.
The whole room paused, then erupted into laughter and murmurs, Sirius continuing his rant.
And yes, James really ought to help his best friend, but he was too busy staring at Regulus. Regulus, who had never looked more attractive.
Muscles tense, forearm exposed as he gripped his wand, eyes flashing and narrowed, an errant curl falling onto his forehead, he looked…powerful. James resisted the insane urge to fall to his knees right there in front of him and kiss at the tense muscles of his stomach. Instead, he just murmured, “Shit,” dropping his quill and grinning adoringly.
Silver-gray eyes flicked in his direction, amusement showing under anger. “See something you like, Potter?” Regulus drawled, wand lowering only slightly.
“Fuck, yes,” he responded shakily.
“Hey, arsehole! Stop eyefucking my brother and get me down!” Sirius yelled furiously, making James turn bright red.
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Regulus got three steps before Pettigrew called out, voice desperate. “I don’t regret it!”
The strongest winds in the world couldn’t have forced Regulus to keep walking. They could come at him from ahead, blowing down on him something fierce and he still would be rooted into the spot, mouth slack and eyebrows furrowed. They could twist and snare him into a dizzy death and yet Regulus would be forever grounded on the path in the Manor’s gardens, held for ransom by Pettigrew’s words. The shaky and yet assured way in which he spoke them, yelled them, cemented them into the night sky.
Schooling his features back to neutrality, Regulus unfurled his arms and turned halfway to the older boy. Pettigrew excessively rubbed his hands together, the skin blotchy and rough and his eyes took on a wide, glazed look. “I don’t. I don’t regret it. I—I didn’t fit in there, y’know? James, Sirius, Remus, they’re— they were all so much better than me. Everything they did, it was always better than what I did. What I could do. Even with the war, I was never useful, not like they were. They’re machines out there. Sirius has one of the highest kill streaks of the entire Order. Did you know that? He does. I’ve seen him. His magic is untamable, raw, intentional. I puked the first time I was put out on the field. I—I had to do this, you see? I had to. I had to.”
A pang shot through Regulus’ stomach as he watched the boy in front of him, who was only a year older than him, become reduced to desperation and madness. All because of the war. All because of the ambitions of a madman and the expectations of an unassuming one. Most of all, it was listening to the way Pettigrew recounted his Hogwarts years with hatred and self-consciousness. To Regulus it had always seemed like Sirius and his friends were having the time of their lives. They were always laughing. Regulus had envied them, not that he’d ever let on to that fact, face stoic whenever their paths would cross.
Pettigrew was mumbling to himself now, something about stags and dogs and wolves and stupid, puny rats. It felt like he was watching the beginnings of the descent into insanity. Regulus cut him off sharply. “You did the right thing handing the Potters over to The Dark Lord. Betraying their trust. Betraying Sirius. It was the right thing.”
The inane muttering stopped and his head snapped up to Regulus, eyes wide and wet. “Right, yes. Yes. Thank you, Regulus. Thank—”
“A word of advice?” Regulus cut in forcibly, tone hard and grey eyes equally so. “Don’t go chatting to anyone about your past life, especially not The Dark Lord. You’re here now. You’ve made your choice. People won’t act kindly to anecdotes about those that oppose our movement, especially if you’re blubbering like you are now. Understand?”
Pettigrew nodded, head bobbing about like a toy. “Yes. Right. I understand. Thank you.”
Eyeing him warily, distrustfully, Regulus nodded once at him and then turned around and walked away with confident strides. He didn’t look back once, not even as he heard Pettigrew’s muttering start up again.
part one: chapter two is here!!! enjoy a little excerpt below :)
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“You have no idea what you’re doing, Regulus,” Bella hissed, her voice low as she stood closely to him. She was a storm of darkness with her voluminous black hair and sharp features. The light from the window didn’t hit her, didn’t compliment her or make her glow. No, she absorbed the light as if she was a dark entity that destroyed all beauty around her.
Regulus ignored the urge to scoff in her face. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I fear it is you who doesn’t know.”
“I love him,” she spat, eyes narrowing and mouth curling into a snarl. “And he loves me. Can you say the same?”
Lowering his voice, he urged, “He doesn’t love you, Bella. It isn’t love to him, it's ownership. It’s control.”
Her eyes widened and she staggered backwards slightly as though he’d hit her. Regulus was very aware that Narcissa and Lucius were watching them, so he followed her as disbelief coloured her tone. “What are you saying? You dare speak against The Dark Lord? Are you a traitor, Regulus Black? Like your brother?”
He tried not to flinch as she mentioned Sirius, but Bella was clever and she caught on to his ticks. She saw his jaw clench and his eyebrow twitch and smirked evilly, moving in on him like a coiling snake ready to strike. “Don’t like hearing that, do you? Poor little Regulus, constantly compared to his older brother. Is it hard fighting every day to escape his shadow? Sirius was a pathetic, traitorous, mudblood-empathising cunt and you’re even lower than him, so what does that make you?”
Regulus gritted his teeth and sneered. “Well, the answer can’t be a stupid, wretched, cock-sucking whore because that’s you, isn’t it?”
Something akin to murder flashed dangerously in her eyes and she grabbed him by the arm, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt in crescent moon cuts. Regulus winced but held his ground, taking a hold of her shoulder in a vice-like grip. She looked shocked at his strength and whimpered as his fingers dug into the sensitive points of her shoulder.
“I will ruin you for this. And then I’ll kill Sirius, and I’ll make you watch as I do it slowly and torturously,” Bellatrix spat, eyes unshining and dead. “Stay away from The Dark Lord.”
Ignoring her threats and the blood he could feel dripping down his arm, Regulus taunted, “I can’t very well stay away from him when he asks for me, can I? Or are you suggesting I defy my Lord? Are you? Because that’s very traitorous of you, cousin. Are you a traitor, Bellatrix Black? Like your sister?”
the thing that kills me about hate comments on fics is that you… can just ignore it? like you can read it and go i didn’t really like that/it didn’t align with what i believe so im just going to scroll, or idk block😭😭
and to tell me that i don’t understand any of the characters involved… babe this is the MARAUDERS fandom most of the characters have like one known fact about them in the span of seven books PLEASE do not tell me that i don’t know how to write regulus black😭
i could make him a purple unicorn and it would be perfectly fine to do so because that boy was mentioned like 5 times at best
It’s been so odd writing for the Heated Rivalry fandom over the past couple of weeks because like…it’s so completely different. There are no ‘famous’ fics, no ‘famous’ writers, no forced hierarchy or like…perceived pressure to be ‘good at writing.’ Theres no forced influencer culture. there’s no people recommending the same five stories over and over and refusing to read anything else while simultaneously lamenting about the fact that they wish there were more “good fics” or people complaining that the fics being written now ‘aren’t good enough.’ Maybe it’s just my FYP, but there’s no tiktok drama about creators, and There’s none of that nonsense where people are debating over the morality of a trope or talking about a fic writer’s personal life. Comments are all positive and there’s no push for 100k words in a week. There’s no ship wars and people are, for the most part, respectful. People are just having fun.
I know a lot of people are leaving the fandom because of JKR’s bigotry and I support those people wholeheartedly. But I think other people are leaving because they’re just done with the expectations.
It’s a lot to think about…
I’m not saying I’ve been directly affected by all of this or anything, I just think it’s something for people to consider. A lot of people treat fandom like a product that isn’t affected by their own actions, but it is. It’s a community. The way you interact with other people affects the space. You’re not in your own bubble, and I think people forget that.
the thing that kills me about hate comments on fics is that you… can just ignore it? like you can read it and go i didn’t really like that/it didn’t align with what i believe so im just going to scroll, or idk block😭😭
part one: chapter two is here!!! enjoy a little excerpt below :)
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“You have no idea what you’re doing, Regulus,” Bella hissed, her voice low as she stood closely to him. She was a storm of darkness with her voluminous black hair and sharp features. The light from the window didn’t hit her, didn’t compliment her or make her glow. No, she absorbed the light as if she was a dark entity that destroyed all beauty around her.
Regulus ignored the urge to scoff in her face. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I fear it is you who doesn’t know.”
“I love him,” she spat, eyes narrowing and mouth curling into a snarl. “And he loves me. Can you say the same?”
Lowering his voice, he urged, “He doesn’t love you, Bella. It isn’t love to him, it's ownership. It’s control.”
Her eyes widened and she staggered backwards slightly as though he’d hit her. Regulus was very aware that Narcissa and Lucius were watching them, so he followed her as disbelief coloured her tone. “What are you saying? You dare speak against The Dark Lord? Are you a traitor, Regulus Black? Like your brother?”
He tried not to flinch as she mentioned Sirius, but Bella was clever and she caught on to his ticks. She saw his jaw clench and his eyebrow twitch and smirked evilly, moving in on him like a coiling snake ready to strike. “Don’t like hearing that, do you? Poor little Regulus, constantly compared to his older brother. Is it hard fighting every day to escape his shadow? Sirius was a pathetic, traitorous, mudblood-empathising cunt and you’re even lower than him, so what does that make you?”
Regulus gritted his teeth and sneered. “Well, the answer can’t be a stupid, wretched, cock-sucking whore because that’s you, isn’t it?”
Something akin to murder flashed dangerously in her eyes and she grabbed him by the arm, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt in crescent moon cuts. Regulus winced but held his ground, taking a hold of her shoulder in a vice-like grip. She looked shocked at his strength and whimpered as his fingers dug into the sensitive points of her shoulder.
“I will ruin you for this. And then I’ll kill Sirius, and I’ll make you watch as I do it slowly and torturously,” Bellatrix spat, eyes unshining and dead. “Stay away from The Dark Lord.”
Ignoring her threats and the blood he could feel dripping down his arm, Regulus taunted, “I can’t very well stay away from him when he asks for me, can I? Or are you suggesting I defy my Lord? Are you? Because that’s very traitorous of you, cousin. Are you a traitor, Bellatrix Black? Like your sister?”
part one: chapter two is here!!! enjoy a little excerpt below :)
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“You have no idea what you’re doing, Regulus,” Bella hissed, her voice low as she stood closely to him. She was a storm of darkness with her voluminous black hair and sharp features. The light from the window didn’t hit her, didn’t compliment her or make her glow. No, she absorbed the light as if she was a dark entity that destroyed all beauty around her.
Regulus ignored the urge to scoff in her face. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I fear it is you who doesn’t know.”
“I love him,” she spat, eyes narrowing and mouth curling into a snarl. “And he loves me. Can you say the same?”
Lowering his voice, he urged, “He doesn’t love you, Bella. It isn’t love to him, it's ownership. It’s control.”
Her eyes widened and she staggered backwards slightly as though he’d hit her. Regulus was very aware that Narcissa and Lucius were watching them, so he followed her as disbelief coloured her tone. “What are you saying? You dare speak against The Dark Lord? Are you a traitor, Regulus Black? Like your brother?”
He tried not to flinch as she mentioned Sirius, but Bella was clever and she caught on to his ticks. She saw his jaw clench and his eyebrow twitch and smirked evilly, moving in on him like a coiling snake ready to strike. “Don’t like hearing that, do you? Poor little Regulus, constantly compared to his older brother. Is it hard fighting every day to escape his shadow? Sirius was a pathetic, traitorous, mudblood-empathising cunt and you’re even lower than him, so what does that make you?”
Regulus gritted his teeth and sneered. “Well, the answer can’t be a stupid, wretched, cock-sucking whore because that’s you, isn’t it?”
Something akin to murder flashed dangerously in her eyes and she grabbed him by the arm, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt in crescent moon cuts. Regulus winced but held his ground, taking a hold of her shoulder in a vice-like grip. She looked shocked at his strength and whimpered as his fingers dug into the sensitive points of her shoulder.
“I will ruin you for this. And then I’ll kill Sirius, and I’ll make you watch as I do it slowly and torturously,” Bellatrix spat, eyes unshining and dead. “Stay away from The Dark Lord.”
Ignoring her threats and the blood he could feel dripping down his arm, Regulus taunted, “I can’t very well stay away from him when he asks for me, can I? Or are you suggesting I defy my Lord? Are you? Because that’s very traitorous of you, cousin. Are you a traitor, Bellatrix Black? Like your sister?”
i’m in the midst of writing a regulus centric canon divergence fic that features the morally grey unholy trinity (aka reggie, barty, and evan) defying riddle and saving the potters along with sirius… if u even care
Despite what everyone thought, Regulus was the Black brother to look out for. He was the chill in the air and the snap of a twig in a forest. He was the eerie, whistling tune winding itself around the tree branches and the flickering of the streetlight in the dead of night. He was the shiver caressing your spine and the dagger in your side, deadly; quiet; unseen.
He was the one to look out for and as he gazed up at the Dark Lord with tears lining his lower lashes, his face all sharp angles and high cheekbones, he knew it.
Tom Riddle on the other hand had absolutely no idea.
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Or,
War is simmering in the Wizarding world. Lord Voldemort is determined to eradicate all muggles and muggleborns from Britain and he'll stop at nothing to achieve a pure world. Unfortunately for him, Regulus Black has something to say about that.
