hi!! im completely obsessed with your writing! I wanted to know if you could do a regulus/sirius au where instead of death eaters they have like a dark vampire ritual type thing for baby vamps??
I loved writing this, regardless if it’s good, I’m proud of it so I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s so long.🖤
WARNINGS: self-harm trigger by description. angst, parental abuse, mention off death, mention of suicidal thoughts, blood, blood drinking, erotic blood drinking, arranged marriage, alcohol.
I was raised to be a blood-lusted monstrosity, a demon who survives off taking life, innocent or not— To be evil.
The day finally came that I was sat down to go over the ceremony and what I needed to do in order to become one of them.
“First you will make your entrance, your garments will be fitted later today seeing as we only have a week…” I tune my mother out.
I was raised to accept the standards set by generations before me, centuries ago. The standards of sexist men and upmost bigotry.
“Then you recite the prayer, drink from the Black brothers, and fate shall choose your match.” I look up to meet my mother’s proud face, I felt sick.
‘Fate shall choose your match’
But what really is fate? It is not my fate to live as I’m bred and follow a man’s every wish and command. Be a pet. I was not fated to give away every ounce of my freedom. Yet if I didn’t, death was very possible whether I went through with the ritual or not.
Then again death might be better.
“Yes Maman.” I answer robotically. She shoves a tome into my hands open to the Re-Birth Prayer.
“There is no room for mistake, do you understand me?” My mother’s stare burning holes through where my eyes sit in my skull.
I give a nod maintaining eye contact.
She pulls the switch from her dress pocket striking me across my knuckles, “You will always use your words with me, am I understood?” She bends down to my level.
“Yes Mother.” I grit out through clenched teeth, the burn of the newly formed welts making the anger rise in me even more.
“You’re dismissed, you better have memorized the Prayer or so help me Gods.” She turns walking towards the other half of the house as I make my way to my room.
Hot tears of frustration, blinding anger, sadness, and fear sting the rims of my eyes.
I close the door and set the tome on my bed face up staring at the page as I let the tears pour from me.
I do not wish to die, I only wish to have a choice. But being born into a pureblood family, you solemnly get one.
Three days passed before I was called down to meet ‘special visitors’ here to see me. Ordered to wear my most flattering dress, be on my best behavior.
Nero, our house elf popped in at a bright and early 6 AM to get me ready for the day. My dress bearing the peaks of my breasts, hair down in its natural state, Nero fixed the deep bags under my eyes with a simple spell.
I slip my shoes on and make my way down the wide spiral stairs with my back straight, chin up, Nero walking ahead of me.
Two boys- Men, await me near the bottom.
“Miss Y/L/N, Sirius and Regulus Black.” Nero introduces.
I reach the marble floor stalking slowly towards them, a snobbish look taking over my face as I drink them in.
I give a slight curtesy and in return they bow unanimously. If the circumstances were different I might say they were attractive, beautiful even.
Regulus meets my gaze, making me drop character for a moment. His eyes piercing like icicles, his lips a perfect fullness and pink, though his brother is just as carved— Regulus is like an angel to common muggles.
“Gentleman, would you like a drink? Yea maybe?” I offer distantly as I break my stare from Regulus.
“Whiskey if you have it.” They cut into each others reply.
I quirk my eyebrow making sure it’s nearly undetectable, “Nero make a pot of chamomile and bring our finest whiskey.” I turn to her.
I look to them before turning to walk towards the foyer, “Come.”
I sip my tea as we sit in silence like we have for the past 15 minutes, give or take, Sirius has a three-finger full glass of Ogden’s. Regulus a teacup of spiked chamomile per his brother’s persistence.
Regulus opens and closes his mouth multiple times and after another beat of silence, “So which of us is it?” Sirius speaks up.
“Which of us are you pulled to? That’s really all we’re here for.”, Sirius takes a sip from the crystal, “Our parents want to see if there’s a connection already.” Regulus finishes, running his thumb along the rim of the cup.
I set my own down mid sip, staring at them in disbelief of the forwardness.
“A pull? Connection?” I question.
Another beat of silence fills the air, Regulus shifts in his chair clearly uncomfortable, “Oh why don’t we cut the shit. There’s no use taking the piss.” Sirius lets out a sarcastic chuckle, Regulus looks deeply into his tea glass.
“If we’re being honest, I have no feelings for either of you besides distaste.” I say through gritted teeth, my free hand clutching my dress with deadly pressure.
I look between the two brothers before eyeing the whiskey for a moment, then turning my vision back to them, “Do you want any?” Regulus pipes up.
I sit back in my seat taken aback, before chewing the inside of my cheek and shaking my head softly.
Women weren’t allowed hard liquor in a formal setting, it’s a “rule”. Though I desired it to make this interaction less awkward and bearable.
I can feel Regulus’ eyes on me as I focus harshly on the array of snacks in front of us, he grabs another teacup and the whiskey, filling it halfway before placing it near my own.
Sirius downs the rest of his whiskey, “That’s all I needed to hear, we’ve done our part Reg. Let’s go.”
Regulus looks to me, still staring at finger sandwiches, then back to his brother, “Go if you’d like. Tell mother I’ll be back later.” He keeps his eyes trained on me.
Sirius scoffs before belting out a simple ‘Okay’ and apparates. I look at Regulus confused.
“Why are you still here, you should follow your brother.” I take the cup he set down and bring it to my lips taking a long pull.
“I fear my brother has rather clouded judgment. He wants no part in this, this arrangement. But you’re not like many others.”
We stare at each other before we both sip from our cups.
“And if we’re being honest,” He takes another sip, “When I first saw you it felt as if my chest caved into itself because of your beauty.” A pink tint paints his cheeks as he speaks, “You may not feel a pull but only time will tell, the ceremony is in four days. Only time will tell. But I feel in my heart your personality outmatches your outward beauty.”
He downs the rest of his cup as I’m left speechless, he stands, “I apologize for my brothers broodiness, he can be a bit..” He bites his bottom lip in thought.
“Obstinate?” I meet his eyes again.
“Exactly.” He gives a half grin, “It was nice to meet you, I’m glad they gave us the chance before sending us in blind as usual.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“I wish I could say the same but, I will say you’re more pleasant than your brother.” I smirk.
And with a last grin, he was gone.
My mother helps pull my gown up and places our family necklace on me as I slide on different silver rings.
“You know how important it is to this family.” My mother smooths my hair under the jeweled serpent head-piece.
“How could I forget.” I say curtly.
“Watch. Your. Tone.” She snarls pulls my corset with force, making me gasp in surprise.
“We are fortunate enough the Black family offered their own blood to turn you, you have to be perfect.” Mother pulls the black veil over my head as her voice fills with venom as she looks me over.
“You’ve gained weight since the fitting.” I grimace at her words.
“And if it does not go the way we intend, you will regret the day you were born, I know I will.” Her eyes bore into mine with poisonous anger, nostrils flaring slightly, “You have one duty to this family, turn and create more pureblood heirs. That’s all you can be useful for.”
Usually it was easy to take her words of disdain, I blame the high energy of the night on my emotions as the tears start to form— I quickly choke them back.
“Yes, Maman. I will do good, I promise.”
She takes a step back to look at me one last time and for a second I thought I saw empathy, “It’s almost time, you know what to do.” She walks towards the door leaving me to stare at myself.
“Mother?” I choke out and turning to meet her back. She turns to look at me with question.
“I am scared.” I speak out barely audible.
She closes her eyes for a split second and inhales deeply, “You will do fine, you will be okay.” She turns back around half-slamming the door as she leaves.
Standing on the other side of the doors I couldn’t help the sweat leaking from my palms, this is literally do or die. I close my eyes and bow my head, praying to whoever listens that I can make it through.
Breathe. Just breathe. You’re okay. You’re okay.
The doors open, queueing my entrance.
I look up seeing the 26 families and their kin parted in half, at the end of the walkway, the Black family is stood in a circle with my own. A small gap between everyone for me to Mae way, the Blood priest in the middle of them.
I stride my way down to them, not daring to look anywhere but straight. I step up and move forward towards the priest, a book in hand, a podium with a chalice, an inverse cross behind him.
I kneel before the priest and bow my head, he says nothing as he lifts his left hand holding his pointer and middle up together, other fingers held down by his thumb.
“We gather today for the Rebirth of Y/N Y/L/N-” His voices echoes through the room, “As she takes place of House Y/L/N’s next newborn.”
“From the vein of brothers,” He pulls a dagger out, “I fill this holy chalice with the blood of House Black.”
He walks to the right, taking Sirius’s hand and making an incision, he lets out a hiss as the priest holds the chalice under his leaking hand. He then makes his way to Regulus, no sound emits from him as the priest repeats the action.
I flicker my eyes up catching Regulus staring at my veil before averting my gaze back down. The priest stands before me before removing the veil as it turns to nothing in his hand.
“Stand, my child. The prayer.” I slowly brings my eyes up, bringing myself to full height, keeping focus on the man in front of me.
I hesitate a moment before starting the beginning of a new life. Signing my freedom away to Alukah, one foot in the grave.
“I consecrate this circle in the name of the Most High God, that it may be, I seek to become one with Him. I ask for the shield and protection of the most valiant God, invincible Alukah, in the battle against intervening spirits and power—“ I pause as he hands me the chalice.
I hold it with both hands over his before drinking the crimson liquid, the metallic taste off blood mixed with lavender and vanilla coats my tongue.
It feels like the burn of a million razor cuts tainted with salt, yet in the same breath it felt like winter frost taking over the life of a flower. My eyes widened as I feel my heart stop, then beat again slowly.
A silvery dust surrounds me, slowly it intertwines with the red glitter around my mate’s body.
“As you accept this rebirth, you must give your body nourishment,” The priest looks back, “Or certain death will consume you wholly.” His words heavy in my soul.
The only thing I could smell and taste is blood, lavender, and vanilla. The source being him. I could feel his pulse in my bones and his heartbeat so closely in my eardrums.
I face him before continuing my prayer, “I ask that you bless this sacrifice in the name of my holiness.” I say in almost a whisper before the priest drags sage smoke across my body, shaped in an upside down cross.
My brain becomes foggy, so much so it makes me forget this wasn’t what I wanted. I don’t want to be a monster, I don’t want anything to do with the Black brothers, I don’t want to die if I fail. I don’t want to live this life.
Instead that feeling filled with a thirst, unquenchable by any liquid other than blood. It’s too late.
Pumping through his body, keeping him alive.
The one thing in this world I wanted.
I felt a subtle wind surround me as I stare him down. Our two auras mixing to become one.
Rose gold flecks surround us, I take steps back towards him. The burning within my body getting worse, the thirst driving me mad.
I stand in front of his body leaning into his neck, taking in the smell of lavender and vanilla, along with the sweet smell of his vampiric blood. I wrap a hand around the back off his neck, looking into his eyes.
He meets my gaze, his own glossed over in lust, wanton, a different type of thirst than my own.
I grab his hand intertwining mine with his fingers, finally bearing my teeth to latch onto his wrist, I close my eyes in bliss.
An erotic moan escapes Regulus’s lips as he rolls his own eyes back. The erotic nature of the act eliciting a moan from me as well.
I dig my teeth deeper into his flesh, pulling more of the sweet flavored blood, taking a few more seconds before releasing it with a whine.
I look to Regulus with glowing purple irises, my mouth covered in his own blood, meeting his hazy and glazed eyes filled with lust.
“Alukah, an heir has been reborn.” The priest announces, the families rejoice.
