hello there, i'm @mushrooms-and-mars-bars and this is my collection of stuff for my au, Choose Your Last Words which you can find on AO3
BLOG FOR OTHER AUS IN GENERAL: in progress
my pfp is beautiful art by @lazyveta (I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH EL)
fic chapters currently out:
- One For The Money, And Two For The Show
- So If You Dont Mind, I'll Walk That Line
- Call Off The Search For Your Soul
- I've Cleaned Enough Houses To Know How To Cover Up A Scene
- It's None Of My Business But It's Just Been On My Mind
- You've Been Locked In Here Forever And You Just Can't Say Goodbye
- Let Me Wrap My Teeth Around The World
- Would Walk Through Fire For You
- You Put Me On And Said I Was Your Favourite
-Feels Like We Had Matching Wounds
-I Know That You're Scared Because I'm So Open
- alternate smut ending
Summary:
POSTING SCHEDULE: FIC-UPDATE FRIDAY (USUALLY POSTED AT 9PM, SOMETIMES LATER), WIP WEDNESDAY AT 3PM (AN EXCERPT FROM THE LATEST CHAPTER I WORKED ON), MOMENTOUS MONDAY AT 11AM (A SNIPPET I REALLY LIKED)
before you ask, yes, I'm actually Regulus Black's husband š cmon be fr
other aus: @cinnamon-n-stars and @wildflower-n-barley and @diamond-cuttershaped-heartaches
summary below the cut
WARNINGS: Rated mature for deep and heavy themes. TWs at the start of each chapter, but this fic contains strong language, typical pureblood tradition in marriage, heir production, purity, manipulation, transphobia, misogyny, homophobia, gender roles and stereotypes, etc. Sexual references but nothing explicit. Mentions of child abuse, miscarriages and fake pregnancy. Feminization of a ftm trans character due to transphobia. Heavy angst in some parts.
This is pretty much a study on the House of Black and it's mannerisms, with an added hidden object mystery plot that uncovers much more than the lost heirloom. It's delayed in timeline, so Regulus becomes a death-eater when hes in his 20s for the sake of the plot. I scoured the map of Grimmauld Place intently for this fic, and I put a lot of effort into it which I hope has payed off!
synopsis: When Regulus Black was six, he pinched a cupcake from a boy two years older than him who told him he was a pretty girl. It was easy, really. A bat of his eyelashes, a twirl of his skirts. The boy was angry, of course, but they were kids after all.
Two years later, his parents and the boy's parents decided to betroth the two of them to eachother, to be engaged on Regulus' eighteenth.
Ten years after that, they were sent off to the Ceres estate, per Regulus' mother and the boy's fathers decision. Regulus Black the housewife. Perfect girl. Black family heir. Savior of the family line.
Regulus knew it was duty. Nothing but pureblood tradition disguised as care. That didn't mean he had to like it, but he complied for his mother's sake.
Seven years prior to this, Alexander Belmonte was Regulus' walking nightmare. His brother's best friend, casanova of the Gryffindor House, his parents utter exasperation and even alleged blood traitor. It was too late by then. The deal had been sealed in blood. The bane of Regulus' existence, captain of the Lion's quidditch team, top of his class despite not even trying and being in detention more often than the common room, an uttter nuisance. And presently? Regulus' husband.
Rivals at school despite their betrothal, Regulus was certain Alexander hadn't forgiven him for stealing his cupcake all them years ago. And frankly, he hadn't forgiven Alexander for every quidditch win, for every embarrassing prank, for every disgraceful action. Well, disgraceful by pureblood standards, typical teenager behavior by others.
Alexander, however, had other issues. His father, a Cursebreaker, had come into contact with a rare artifact that had cursed him, and the cure lay in an heirloom lost to the world. Well, to the world outside of Grimmauld Place. His only hope? Regulus. Arcturus. Black. Joy and delight.
This is my marauders OC, Alexander Belmonte! I drew him a few times in the past:
But I've never drawn him this well before! I'm really happy with this! If any artists have any pointers, please do give me advice, any constructive advice is welcome!
alternate ending to the chapter i just posted here
EXPLICIT WARNING- contains 18+/nsfw content below the cut
"Would you get your head out of that bloody map for two minutes?"
Alex groaned, not looking up from the dozen pieces of parchment scattered across the study desk. He was cross referencing each map with a map of England with pre-plotted coordinates, trying to decipher exactly where the clue's coordinates were located.
Regulus scoffed, walking up to the desk and gently slamming his hand down on the map Alex's eyes had been scouring for the past two hours- give or take. Scowling, Alex's eyes followed the man's arm up to his face, and all thoughts died in his throat. Silk covered Regulus from head to toe almost, his button up, his silky trousers, a pale pearlescent white that was practically see through. His cloak was thrown loosely on top, presumably so that if his parents appeared in their path, Regulus could cover himself up quickly.
Alex knew what this meant. He sighed, pretending he was annoyed at being disturbed. "Come on then. Race you to our room."
The moment they entered their bedroom, Regulus threw his cloak somewhere on the ground in a very uncharacteristically careless way, his trousers following soon after. He rolled his eyes as Alex loitered by the door, taking his sweet time to appreciate the beauty of the man before him.
"Come on, you great lout." Regulus complained, making his way over to settle both hands on Alex's chest. He gasped slightly as Alex unexpectedly lowered himself to his knees. "Get on with it. I need you."
Alex shivered, his eyes darkening slightly. It was quite literally only on these rare occasions anything made Alex feel legitimately riled up, and Regulus was quite literally the only one who could do such.
"Bloody hell, you're gorgeous." Suddenly Alex was kissing his way up the other man's thighs. Regulus tightened his fists in the other man's hair, his own knees weakening, moaning softly as Alex attached his lips to his thigh, sucking a soft mark into the pale skin there. Regulus backed up slowly, the back of his knees hitting the bed as he fell carelessly into the sheets, messy because Alex had forgotten to neaten them up after they both woke up that morning. Regulus' eyes were slits, and they'd be fully closed had he not wanted to see the immense beauty of the man hovering above him, with his mouth currently buried in the crook of Regulus' neck.
"Is this okay?" Alex asked quietly, and Regulus rolled his eyes, throwing his head back to expose the pale expanse of his throat. Alex swallowed, hard.
"Stop being such a bloody gentleman and get on with it." Regulus demanded, lifting his hips needily, trying to show the other man he couldn't wait without making it too obvious. Alex let out something remarkably close to a giggle, a rather throaty giggle, and Regulus slid his hands into the other man's hair, taking a deep breath.
Fingers lingering far too far away from where Regulus wanted them, gently sliding along the waistband of Regulus' undershorts, making him whine and tug the other man's hair.
"Patience," Alex scolded teasingly, dropping his lips to mouth at Regulus' clothed crotch. Regulus' lips parted, and he let out a whimper that could only be described as pitiful, one of his hands untangling from Alex's hair and reaching for his shoulder.
"Stop teasing me." Regulus gasped, his back arching slightly as Alex left gentle kisses down the seam of his shorts.
"Hmmm. Stop squirming." Alex teased, the vibrations his lips were making against Regulus making the other man huff short, panting breaths.
"A-a-alex," Regulus managed, gritting his teeth. "Hurry up."
"And do what, gorgeous?"
"Fuck me." Regulus breathed, his back arching off the bed as Alex's teeth grazed his clothed skin.
Alex gently pulled at the elastic of Regulus' shorts, trailing his lips up Regulus' stomach and chest, over his binder, finally reaching his throat.
"Can I take this off?" Alex murmured, gently slipping his fingers to massage the skin of Regulus' hip below the elastic of his pants. Regulus nodded quickly, murmuring a breathy approval as Alex slowly lowered the fabric, exposing Regulus, baring his lower half completely.
"Anything I can't take off?" Alex said gently.
"No. Everything is fine. Everything is bloody perfect."
"Even this?" Alex carefully traced the band of his binder.
"Yes."
"Mkay. You're okay with the touching there?"
Regulus whined. "Fuck, yes."
Taking far too long. Regulus reached for Alex's trousers, whimpering as the other man lifted his hips, keeping them out of reach.
"Allow me, gorgeous." Alex shifted, sitting up on his knees, tantalisingly lowering his trouser waistband an inch at a time, waiting for Regulus to let out a desperate huff of annoyance before fully stripping them off.
"Come here, Alexander." Regulus demanded as he rummaged in his bedside drawer for the condoms, and his voice sounded whiny and bratty even to himself. Alex let out a breathless laugh, and Regulus could see the evidence of his arousal as he gazed at the other man, almost like he wasā¦
"Are youā¦ ogling me?"
"Can you blame me? You're sodding gorgeous!" Alex protested, leaning down to kiss Regulus, who melted, slipping both hands to Alex's shoulders as he eagerly returned the kiss, lips moving reverently against the other man's. Regulus raised his hand, waving the foil packet quickly, and Alex gestured for him to do the honours, which he did as quickly as he could with his shaky hands.
Alex pulled back from the kiss slightly, enough to guide Regulus higher into the bed, making him lay with his head against the pillow, barely giving him time to breathe before his lips were on the other boy's again, but this time it was mainly a distraction. Regulus cried out through biting on his lip as he felt the other man enter him, incredibly slowly, his toes curling as his body adjusted to the delicious stretch of pleasure and pain.
"Fuck, A-a-Alex, you- oh merde." Regulus panted, his voice strained as he felt the other man slowly breaching him, stretching him open in a familiar yet still satisfying way. His nails were lightly raking at Alex's back, and he was certain it would leave scratch marks on the other man's skin. The thought of leaving visible remnants of his affection, of that pleasure, had heat pooling in Regulus' gut faster than it already was considering that the other man was slowly filling him up, hitting every spot.
"C'mon, baby, you can take it. You're doing so well, darling." Alex murmured, pressing his lips to Regulus' jaw. Regulus felt like he was about to pass out. Those goddamn pet names, combined with the sensation of being filled, were making his knees feel weak.
"You okay, my prince?" Alex laughed breathlessly, laughing as Regulus nodded weakly, taking his sweet time to slowly stretch Regulus out, biting his own lip in a way that made Regulus want to pull him down into another kiss.
So pull him into a kiss, he did.
"I'm gonna move." Alex murmured into Regulus' lips, and Regulus felt a shiver roll down his spine as he nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. With slow thrusts that had Regulus seeing stars, including his own, Alex settled his hands either side of Regulus' head, giving Regulus a clear view of his biceps, even as Alex made his back arch.
"Good boy." Alex muttered breathlessly, and in any other circumstances, Regulus would've laughed out loud. Instead, he let out a moan that was borderline pornographic, his nails raking the other man's skin as each thrust sent sparks of pleasure rattling up his spine, making him arch and rolling his eyes back in his head.
He was so close already.
"You're so easy." Alex taunted teasingly, his mouth still working away at Regulus' throat, which was most likely covered in marks by now.
"Fuck o- ah!" Regulus' scowl morphed into half a sob as Alex thrust deep, only adding to that familiar tugging sensation in Regulus' gut. "Alex- Alex wait-"
Alex made no move to slow down. He could tell Regulus was close, and he didn't want to come before Alex, which was why Alex obviously took this as his cue to thrust again, making Regulus gasp and let out another loud, pleasured moan, that familiar heat curling deep in his stomach.
"Ali!" Regulus' head was thrown back, he was flushed and panting hard, his eyes shutting as the tugging became almost unbearable. "Oh my God, I'mā¦ Oh my God, I'm- I'm gonna come-"
"I know, baby," Alex managed a smug grin through panting heaving breaths, "you're so beautiful. You deserve all the pleasure in the world."
And Regulus saw white, his back arching right off the mattress letting out a sound he would probably deny with all his heart the next morning.
"I hate you." Regulus managed weakly, swatting at the other man as he too reached his release, his arms going somewhat less rigid than they were before, and his hair falling into his flushed face, his pupils still blown wide. Alex chuckled throatily, rolling them side by side to let them both come down from their high, wrapping an arm around the other man and letting him cling to him. Regulus obliged, tucking his nose into the crook of Alex's neck and breathing in his scent, tracing the other man's abs with his fingers.
They lay together in a comfortable silence, broken only when Regulus yawned, then immediately let out the softest kitten sneeze Alex had ever heard. Alex had the audacity to laugh as he pulled out, making Regulus' lips part as he let out a soft whimper, feeling empty but satisfied. Alex collapsed next to his husband, his chest heaving, sweat coating his muscles and making them shine.
"We should do this again sometime." He panted through breaths, earning himself another smack on the arm.
But the radiant smile on his husbands face made everything worth it.
NEXT CHAPTER IS OUT BTW GUYS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER
IT HAS AN ALTERNATE SMUT ENDING TOO
"Look, I know we didn't choose this," He continued, gently tilting Regulus' chin, making him look at him again. "But if you tell me honestly right now that you don't want me, I'll go back to professionalism. Keep this a political contract, nothing else. We'll be married in name, not in nature. But I can't guarantee that I won't chase you all the same, or pine for you, or whatever you want to call it. I have fallen, Reg, I've fallen so hard that it would be more painful for me to get up then to submit. I'm so deep that I can't tell which way is up, and the scariest part is that I don't even care. I would rather breathe in the water than try to pull myself up again. I just need you to know that. I want you to know that even though I might not have chosen you initially, Regulus, I'm choosing you now. And I will keep choosing you, again and again, even if you don't feel the same. It will always be you. I'm not saying this because we're stuck together. I'm saying this becauseā¦ becauseā¦" he took a deep breath.
10th August 1976 - You Put Me On And Said I Was Your Favourite
"You're stepping on my shoe, Reg."
"You have huge feet, that is not my fault."
They were huddled together on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place, hidden within the boundaries of the family's Fidelius charm. Granted, it left them not much space to work with, but it would be sufficient.
"You know what they say about big feet?"
Regulus rolled his eyes, and scoffed hiding a grin. "They are mostly donned by big idiots?"
so last friday i was on a journey and this friday i was very busy BUT this week i have an albiet late but nice big chapter for you, a rather eventful one too
9TH AUGUST 1976 - WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
Regulus' hands were smaller than his, slimmer, paler. More fragile, elegant, just like the rest of him, from his curvy waist to his watery grey eyes, soft dark curly hair. It was almost easy to ignore the scars littering his skin, especially when the rest of him was soā¦ beautiful-
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no. No, no, no-
"That means this thumb should be resting here above this middle C- are you even paying me any attention?"
Probably too much attention, he thought to himself.
to apologise for my lack of chapter yesterday, take two! one slightly dull and one probably the most exciting I've written yet!
7th August 1976 - You Go Back To Her, And I Go Back To Black
āFirst of all, you quit pacing, itās making it difficult to think.ā
āWell, excuse me, Iāve just become aware that this bloody portrait is unreachable and I need to have this heirloom by the end of this month-ā
8th August 1976 - I See Forever In Your Eyes
āThere. You look presentable.ā Regulus nodded.
āYou look like an angel.ā He blurted, immediately regretting his own words as Regulus arched a perfect eyebrow with a smirk. āI mean, yourā¦ outfit. It resembles-ā
āThank you. You might just make this awful dress and act tolerable for this evening."
He let out a breath, half-taken aback, half-relieved. Regulusā gloved fingers gently straightened his collar.
āWhat are you doing, Regulus?ā
āPractising. Tolerating you. For the gala, that is. You will have to bend to my every will, of course. Play the doting husband.ā
CHAPTER EIGHT IS UP ON AO3 - 6th August 1976 - Let Me Wrap My Teeth Around The World
āCast the spell, Rosier.ā Regulus said calmly, his eyes trained on his motherās sleeping figure, her form only shifting slightly with her breathing.
Evan hesitated.
āRosier.ā Regulus prompted, his eyes slightly watery. āAny time today?ā
anyways, chapter 6 and chapter 7 are up on ao3! here are the snippits:
six:
He grabbed Regulus hand. The other man blinked, surprised, but he didnāt withdraw his hand. He decided to lay down beside Regulus, shoulder barely touching his. Regulus didnāt move an inch.
āI miss Sirius,ā Regulus murmured hoarsely.
seven:
"Water. Regulus opened his eyes, feeling the air trapped in his lungs, cherishing it. He stayed completely still, cold water rippling across his bare skin, soothing and calming. He didnāt know how long heād been there, levitating in a somewhat messy crossed-legs sit, hand clasped in front of him, hair floating around his head like a halo. Angelic. He closed his eyes again. The journal. The textbook. The glass. The parchment. Words floated in his mind, and he focused, trying to decipher them."
