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imnotoverlyobsessive · 6 months

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Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

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AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18.

Summary: Seraphine Malfoy had been raised in California by her Squib parents with no knowledge of her family's magical heritage, though she has received lessons from a local family. When she discovers she’s the sole heir to the Malfoy family, she leaves for England to step into that role. She can handle the balls and the responsibilities and her new family members. The only thing that throws her completely off is the appearance of Death Eater turned war hero Regulus Black, who, despite being ridiculously full of himself, is far too good looking, charming—and far too persistent—for her own good.

Author’s Note:

So you may or may not be aware of this already, but I’ve been working on this for awhile. It’s not done yet, I’m just posting it in honor of Sera’s birthday, which is today. I’m currently working on chapter nine, and I suspect I’ll need at least another three. I’ll be posting every other day, I figure. Also part of the fun of writing this for me was seeing how much stuff I could put in there that would piss off JKR. So the OC is Jewish (her parents converted prior to her birth), and if anybody @s me about how I wrote it incorrectly (I don’t think I did, though) please know that I’m writing her growing up Jewish based how I grew up. You don’t need any understanding of Judaism in order to read the fic, I don’t think. Her best friend is a trans woman, too, which is fun. The trans woman in question is based on my irl best friend, who worked closely with me on “her” character.

Other things to note:

I play it fast and loose with the lore; I change what I don’t like and treat canon as fic inspo. I have indeed read the books, I’ve done tons of research, and I have a family tree made for the fic, same as I always do. I also have every outfit I describe of Sera’s as well as 3D tours of most of the houses described.

Sera was raised entirely separate from Wizarding society, British or US. She has no knowledge of it. This means she’ll use different words for things and spells (relocate instead of apparate, blue animal instead of patronus, that kind of thing). If something seems a little bit odd to you, chances are I explain it later.

Sera does not use a wand. She is not necessarily more powerful than your average witch, it’s just that she learned without one. You may be aware that canonically, Native American witches and wizards (Sera learns from one such family) didn’t use wands, and supposedly their magic was less powerful. I think that’s stupid. If a wand is a lightning rod, that doesn’t mean the lightning isn’t powerful outside of it, it’s just not as concentrated. As a result, the way Sera learned was without a wand but with more force behind each spell. She also learned in Awaswas, the native language of the Uypi tribe (historically they were a tribe living in the Santa Cruz mountains of Northern California, but unfortunately they are extinct now. However, I figure there’s no reason that magical families wouldn’t have been just fine against the colonizers), but she uses nonverbal magic almost exclusively now.

I think that’s everything. If you have any questions, please lmk.

Tag list:

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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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dreamerwithapen1 · 7 months

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#ch: briar evans #marauders era oc #regulus x oc

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 9 months

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I recently reread your fic “All that Remains” and this is what popped in my head when Regulus was still in denial over his feelings for Maia Greengrass XD

Regulus: I have absolutely zero feelings for Maia Greengrass

Narcissa:

Regulus in denial is one of my favorite things! Writing that fic was a blast. I hardly ever write a character like him. He is so up his own ass, so full of his own self-importance, that he’s both pitiable and laughable.

Narcissa sees right through him 💅🏼

Thank you for rereading All That Remains and sending this ask! You’re too sweet 🥹😘

#regulus arcturus black #regulus black #all that remains #regulus x oc

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑾𝒀𝑵 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑳𝑼𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲⋆✯✦

Rue always had a crush on Regulus. How could she not, growing up in a pureblood household? He was the perfect man for a woman like herself.

And, after many tries during her first three years at Hogwarts, he seemed to finally notice her. And so, they began dating, and both their parents were delighted. Regulus was dating a beautiful and pure-blooded girl from an incredible lineage.

Soon, Voldemort struck and Regulus joined. Rue, blindly in love, followed. And they did atrocities together. And she loved it. She loved him.

But everything changed in 1979. Regulus was quieter than usual, and told Rue to go ahead and plan their wedding... In Southern France, with the help of a trusted friend in Beauxbatons. Rue, thinking he meant it and was just reserved and shy, accepted and, after one last night of passion, she left for Southern France.

It wasn't until 1980 that a letter arrived from her mother-in-law, Walburga Black, announcing that Regulus was dead and Sirius had been disowned. Rue's wails of pain could be heard. During those days of pain, she woke up bleeding and cried out for help: apparently, the protection did not work and she had gotten pregnant... And lost it in the despair.

Soon, someone ratted out on Rue. She knew that life in Azkaban would be hell and she knew too much of the Blacks and Voldemort. With a potent poison that would not hurt her, she fled to the Pyrenees and drank it, dying two hours later. She sent a good-bye letter to her father explaining herself and asked him to burn it afterwards and flee England.

No one ever knew of the Selwyns ever again.

#marauder's era #marauders era oc #oc: rue selwyn #regulus black #regulus x oc #ruegulus #rue x regulus

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into-the-stars · 1 year

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Here’s an excerpt / work in progress from a scene from an upcoming novella called Ten Christmases: 9 with Sirius Black and 1 without. This one is surprisingly not Sirius filled. 🙈 Minor Regulus/F!OC if you really squint, mutual pining, hinted at Sirius/F!OC

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December, 1975

“Don’t look now but Black the younger is walking this way,” Alice sipped her punch as Anna turned her head to see Regulus was heading in their direction. “I said don’t look, Anna.” Alice sighed, now averting her eyes from Regulus. “Must be the dress, it’s probably speaking parseltongue to him. You look great though. I said that right? Much better than spoon Blackwood’s sister.”

Anna nearly snorted but shook her head instead, and took a sip of her punch. “I still think you need to dance with someone. The first guy that asks you, you should go.” She shrugged. “I’ll send Frank if it doesn’t happen fast enough.”

A tap on her shoulder. Anna turned and Regulus was there. His dress robes were very similar to Sirius’s — not that she had studied Sirius’s — expensive looking and unsurprisingly accented with green. The same emerald that her grandmother had decided that her Gryffindor granddaughter had decided to send her. It was remarkable how much Regulus looked like his brother — even if he scowled every time she told him that — but when he was putting out the Black Brothers Charm he was very like Sirius in demeanor. “Care to dance, Anna?”

Anna looked towards Alice and found the spot empty. She nearly frowned as her excuse had left her (likely to go find Frank) and she had no reason to say no. “No, not really.”

His expression remained unchanged except for a raising of his eyebrows. “Je veux te voir sourire.” When she blinked at him, he continued in French as he grabbed her hand, “Puis-je avoir le plaisir de danser avec toi?”

She exhaled sharply and didn’t roll her eyes. “Fine. But you know I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He grinned in response. “Follow my lead and don’t act as nervous as you are.”

“Why would I be nervous?” Her eyes left him and scanned the Great Hall for Sirius.

“You’re trembling.” She nearly yanked her hand from him, but he wasn’t phased. His other hand went to her lower back. She kept scanning.

“I’m not.” Found him. He was handing his date a cup of punch. James was saying something and—

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” She tore her eyes away and looked at Regulus. “You’re not his pet. If he wanted to dance with you, he’d have asked you himself.”

/end

bonus Alice and Anna AI art

#Regulus x oc #Regulus x you #regulus black #Sirius black #sirius black x oc #sirius x reader #alice fortescue #Pov: Anna #marauders era #fanfiction #writing #10 christmases #into the stars #otp: remember me in this moment

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lacertapelides · 2 years

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Chapter One of Deus Ex Machina by L. Pelides -- please give it a read if you fancy!

Summary: First chapter of a long fic that traces the life of Regulus Arcturus Black from his childhood to his final demise. It’s canon-compliant and set in 1960′s and 1970′s London and Scotland(Hogwarts).

Excerpt:

I began to feel this feeling I did not have a name for. It was a numbness that gathered in my fingers and toes, a weightlessness in my head. The rush of blood in my ears. It was the thing, this creature that overcame me. I never knew what my parents would say, never knew what they would do. Would they speak so mean till I cried? Or would they leave me waiting on the edge. They never wanted me like they wanted Sirius.

My father never answered me, just left me sitting there. His ears were bright as tomatoes, but his face remained hard set. He was carved of stone.

LINK once again.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 6 months

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Moodboard by @softhecreator

Don’t Blame My English Blood For This American Heartache

Chapter Seven: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

AO3 info prologue one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve

All my work is 18+.

You don’t know what you do to me in the dark. With nights like these, who needs the days?- All Time Low, Dark Side of Your Room

Late November, 1984

Hogsmeade, Scotland

Dearest Sera,

I offer you my congratulations on your courtship. Lord Black has been quite taken with you since your debut, and I’m pleased to hear you have chosen to accept his offer.

A match with him will be most advantageous, and he’s a lovely young man. He’ll be a good husband to you, I believe.

I must confess the Manor feels rather empty without your presence; I look forward to your return next month.

Affectionately,

Ursa Malfoy Abbott

“I’m supposed to go back,” she giggled, her hands in his hair as he kissed her neck.

He pressed her more firmly against the tree, a Notice Me Not charm concealing them from anyone who might venture into the woods near Hogsmeade. “I’d rather we continue snogging.”

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed, but then he slipped a hand under her coat, sliding it up her side to skirt her breast. She inhaled sharply, and then he slid a leg beneath her corduroy skirt and between her thighs, pressing it against her core. “Oh, Regulus—“

“That’s it, darling,” he murmured in her ear, rubbing his leg against her. “Say my name.”

“Regulus,” she exhaled, rolling her hips to grind against his leg.

“Will you cum for me, sweetheart?” he rasped, rubbing at her more insistently. “Been thinking about making you cum for months, love, c’mon—“

They’d never gone this far before, and to do it in the middle of November seemed ridiculous, but Sera couldn’t help it. And honestly, she’d forgotten about the cold entirely with all the charms he’d cast to keep them warm. She wanted him so bad she thought she might die from it.

She rolled her hips, gasping and whimpering as he rubbed at her. He mouthed at her neck, and all she could feel, all she could smell— it was all him, all Regulus, and he was perfect.

“‘m gonna— ‘m gonna—“ she gasped, her inner muscles spasming as she neared her peak.

“That’s it, darling,” he breathed, kissing her neck softly and pressing his leg more firmly against her. “Such pretty little sounds, hm? Cum for me, baby.”

She clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the fabric of his coat, and then—

And then he pressed his knee against her, rubbing her faster, and she couldn’t have kept it in if she tried; she orgasmed with a breath that was halfway between his name and a whimper.

Slowly, Regulus lowered his leg and readjusted her coat before taking her in his arms and pulling her in close to him. He was a cocoon of warmth in the cold November air, and she sighed contentedly, nuzzling into his chest.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked softly, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

“Mhm,” Sera hummed with a small smile. “You’re, uh… you’re really good at it.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Can you walk, sweetheart? We need to get you back to the castle before anyone notices you’re gone.”

Sera rolled her eyes, looking up at him with a smile. “The seventh year Ravenclaws sneak out like nobody’s business. It’s a Friday night; I won’t even be the last one back.”

“Ravenclaws, hm?” he hummed, pulling away from her and taking her hand in his. “Never thought the swots would bother sneaking out. I always reckoned they’d study instead.”

Sera laughed. “I guess ‘swots’ are better at sneaking out than you expected,” she said, mimicking his accent.

He smiled back at her, and they walked back to the castle gates hand in hand.

Late November, 1984

Hogwarts

Scotland

Sera knew what the Slug Club was, but she’d never been invited before. Probably because she was shit at potions, honestly.

So imagine her surprise when she received an invite to a party.

“Goddammit,” she gasped as Yarrow tightened the corset strings. “Why is it so constricting?”

“Because you have tits the size of boulders,” her friend said flatly. “I can get away with short stays, you know. It was difficult enough to get this size; I don't think I’d have wanted to go any larger.” Yarrow tied off the corset strings then, and Sera struggled to take a full breath. Her breasts were pushed damn near up to her chin, for God’s sake.

“You’ll have to tell me how you managed your transition sometime,” Sera told her friend. “It’s crazy to me that no one here objects.”

“I don’t know how Muggles handle it, really,” Yarrow admitted, “but once I knew I was a girl, that was all that was needed. I was permitted to move into the girls’ dormitories and was allowed access to the potion stores.”

Sera turned towards her friend with a smile. “I’m glad. Not everyone is so open-minded.”

“Oh, they’re closed-minded, certainly,” Yarrow said with a small laugh, “just not about that.”

Sera snorted. “Little weird that they’re so far back in time, yeah.”

Yarrow hummed and gestured to where their dresses were hanging on the bathroom door. “Come, let’s get dressed.”

Her dress was a fairly simple one in a shade of pale blue, and, as with damn near every fancy pureblood dress she’d been given, her breasts were practically bulging out of it. Though the corset didn’t help, given the fact that it just covered her from like… the nipples down.

She put on a strand of small pearls with matching earrings and examined her reflection with a sigh.

“Missing your man?” Yarrow teased.

Flushing, Sera glared at her friend and slid on her white satin shoes.

“Don’t even. Let’s go.”

The door to Ravenclaw Tower swung shut behind the pair of girls, and when Sera looked up, only to see none other than her boyfriend standing there, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

“Regulus?” she gasped, surprised. He looked up, and his face split into a grin as soon as he saw her. “What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Slughorn occasionally invites his former students as well as current ones,” he explained. “I don’t often attend, but I wanted an excuse to see you.”

She smiled, practically jumping into his arms and burying her face in his chest.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his free hand cupping her cheek to tilt her face up towards him. He had to stoop over when he kissed her, but he did it anyway.

“Disgusting,” Yarrow teased from behind her.

Regulus pulled away from Sera and addressed the younger girl with a drawling, “Miss Rosier, always a pleasure.”

Sera looked over her shoulder at her friend. “Oh, shut up.”

“Come along now, darling,” Regulus said with a kiss to her hair. “I don’t much care if I’m late, but I’d hate to see your reputation suffer for it.” He offered her his arm, and she accepted it, looking up at him with a smile, and they were on their way, Yarrow following close behind. “You look exquisite, by the way.” He glanced down at her breasts. “Why don’t you let me have a dress made for you for the ball, hm?”

“The Christmas ball?” she clarified.

He nodded. “You’re lovely in anything, of course, but I quite like the idea of you wearing something I got bought for you.”

She blushed, looking down at her shoes peeking out from under her skirt as she walked. “Yeah, alright.”

“You two are disgusting,” Yarrow pointed out.

“Shut up,” Sera bristled, her blush intensifying.

Regulus just laughed.

“Ah, Regulus, my boy!” Mr. Slughorn exclaimed in delight when they walked through the door to his office. “So good to see you. And Miss Malfoy, always a delight. What a pair you make! Should I expect a wedding invitation after Miss Malfoy graduates?”

Sera choked and coughed. Regulus, however, glanced down at her with a smile and pulled her closer. “If she agrees when I ask her.”

Mr. Slughorn chortled. “I’m quite certain she will!”

Sera flushed. It was just red-faced day, wasn’t it? Ugh.

“We should get out of here,” he murmured in her ear, his hand on her knee as they sat in a secluded corner of Mr. Slughorn’s office.

“And why is that?”

“So I can snog you senseless, of course.”

She giggled. “Where would we even go for that?”

He paused, considering this for a moment. “I honestly can’t be arsed about where we go so long as I get to put a few bruises on your neck.”

“Regulus!”

“Please, darling? Your tits are coming right out of your dress; I need to squeeze them—and kiss them, if you please—at least a little bit, and I can’t do it here—“

“No.”

He groaned miserably. “My suffering is eternal.”

Sera rolled her eyes. “Of course it is.”

First bit of sexiness 👀 sorry for the wait; was watching Tim’s SNL episode with the discord girls

As always, big thanks to @lilmaymayy for betaing!

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years

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Strangers

Pairing: Regulus Black x Female!OC

Warnings: swearing, smut, vague trauma references, I think that’s it???

Iris Avery didn’t do romance. “It’s just too much effort,” she’d complain to her best friend, Ariadne Greengrass. The pining and falling and talking and going out — nope. None of these thoughts run through her mind as her body writhed on top of Regulus Black. The usually quiet, brooding young wizard held onto her hips as he gazed up at her with a dazed look of awe and lust. Regulus brings his bottom lip from between his teeth, moaning aloud as his hands grip tighter on her, stilling her movements. He flattens his feet on the mattress and snaps his hips with hers in quick thrusts. They both let out a string of whimpers and moans. Iris grips hard onto Regulus’ shoulders, eyes rolling back as she loses control. Regulus isn’t far behind her as his fingers dig into the skin of her backside. He pulls his bottom lip back between his teeth, leans his head into the crook of Iris’ shoulder and lets out a series of grunts and groans.

Their glistening bodies come to rest. Blue-green light from the stained-glass windows shines onto Iris’ back, which rises and falls in rhythm with Regulus’ chest. Regulus’ eyes move from her body to the bed’s canopy. The fabric, having been grabbed and pulled at so many times by a certain young witch, was restitching itself. Perhaps the Room of Requirement wasn’t too shabby after all, Regulus thought to himself.

The silence is broken with the creaks of the wooden bed. Iris begins to pull herself from the sheets. Regulus gently grabs her arm.

“Wait, what’s the rush?”

“Don’t you have quidditch in like an hour?” Iris snakes her arm out of his grip before getting up and searching for her emerald and onyx robes. “Plus, I promised Slughorn I’d help tutor some of the third years…” She slips her bra straps over her shoulders before fastening it.

“Since when have you been interested in potions?

“Oh, alright Mr. Slug Club! Will you just drop it?” Iris yells as she pulls on her panties.

“Why do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Shut me out! Every Thursday we meet up here, kissing and touching and fucking, but outside of these four walls, we’re strangers. You…You put up all these walls and I just don’t know how to… The only time I feel like I actually know you is when we’re like this,” he motions around them, “when I’m inside of you.”

“That’s crude,” Iris retorts. Regulus frowns.

“Why won’t you open up to me? If something’s the matter—"

“Nothing’s the matter! Okay?” Iris looks down at her hands she’s wringing together. Regulus just looks back at her. She stops, realizing her tick, and crouches down to pull her white button-up from the cold, stone floor. She succeeds in pulling it on and buttoning the shirt halfway before a tear falls onto the fabric. She’s crying. The remaining buttons are abandoned as she collapses to the floor. Regulus rushes cautiously over to the sobbing witch, attempting to embrace her. She fights the wizard’s comfort, pushing at his chest, before she gives in and lets him hold her.

“Shhh,” he coos. Regulus sits silent, rocking Iris as her cries echo off the room’s high ceiling. Iris slows pulls her hands from her face, raising her head up to Regulus.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Iris admits.

“Okay.” Regulus stands then pulls Iris up with both hands. “

“You know, I don’t like that we act like we don’t know each other. When we’re walking down the same corridor or having dinner in the Great Hall. I fucking hate it when we sit across the room from each other in Divination and act like we aren’t stealing glances at each other. Hell, even Trelawney notices and you know how she is!” Iris struggles to look the wizard in the eyes. “I like you, Reg. I want you… I think I love you.” She meets his eyes.

“Iris,” Regulus starts.

“I know. You and Ambrosia Parkinson.” Iris rolls her eyes.

“She—"

“I see the way you are with her. The way you put your hand on the small of her back when you’re walking through the courtyard. The way you look at her when she laughs at some lame shit Evan or Barty said. In fact, it’s one of the few times I’ve actually seen a Parkinson do anything other than smirk and scowl—"

“Bloody hell, Iris! Would you let me speak?” he huffs. “There’s nothing between me and Ambrosia. I’ve only been hanging around her because if I’m not with her then I can’t stop thinking of… I can’t take my mind off of you. Iris, you’re…you’re wonderful-- Iris scoffs as she rolls her eyes. “And I know you don’t believe that, but to me… Look, I see you, when you’re the last to leave the library practically every night, when you piss off Evan in DADA after casting a better Impedimenta than him, the way you furrow your brow when you’re brewing a potion, how sweet you look all bundled up in the stands during a particularly chilly quidditch match.” Regulus shakes his head. “Iris, you’re everything.” He looks at her earnestly, searching her eyes.

“Reg... Ugh I feel so stupid!” Iris shakes her head as she covers her face with her hands. Regulus pulls her hands from her face.

“Iris, talk to me,” he practically begs.

“I just…um… I know how I feel about you—have known for a while, I suppose. But I don’t really do…that anymore.”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t know how to do this—to love you!”

“You just said it yourself—”

“Regulus,” she drops her head, a few more tears making their way down her cheeks. “I’m scared. I don’t know if I can be in another relationship again. Not after everything with Theo.” Regulus wipes a tear with his thumb.

“Hey. Look at me.” He runs his hand along her jawline coaxing her gaze back to him. “I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep, but this is now, okay? A fresh start. A new person. Let’s just take it one day at a time, eh?” He smiles up at her.

Regulus grabs Iris’ hand and leads her back to the bed. He sits on the side, pulling Iris between his parted legs. His hands gracefully work at the buttons on her shirt. She shrugs off the garment. Regulus studies the witch while he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. The wizard’s eyes slowly travel back down her body. He grabs onto the fabric on her hips and tugs her panties down to her ankles. As she steps out of them, Iris grabs onto Regulus’ shoulder for balance.

He pulls her with him further onto the bed. Iris ends up climbing over the boy to nestle into his side. Regulus puts an arm around her as he watches her relaxed form, her head resting on his chest.

“You sure you’re alright?” he probes. She keeps her eyes closed but snuggles further into him.

“Let’s just stay like this for a little longer.”

#regulus black x ofc #regulus black x oc #regulus x oc #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black fic #harry potter fanfiction #hp #marauders era #marauders fic #regulus black angst #regulus angst #regulus black smut #regulus smut #regulus fluff #regulus black fluff #iz writes

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seamless-sky · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Male Character(s), Regulus Black/Lorcan Meilyr Characters: Regulus Black, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Pandora Lovegood, Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Evans Potter, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Black Family (Harry Potter), Original Characters, Albus Dumbledore, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Slytherin Students, Gryffindor Students, Ravenclaw Students, Hufflepuff Students, Death Eater Characters Additional Tags: Regulus Black-centric, Good Sibling Sirius Black, Good Slytherins, Ravenclaw Barty, Orion Black is okay parent, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Regulus Black Lives, Horcruxes, Horcrux Hunting, Regulus Black Needs a Hug, Becz I say so, I really want to add angst but I want Reg to be happy, Pandora is the best, I love her, Good Friend Evan Rosier, Good friend Barty, Good Orion Black, But no so good like so-so, I wanted to write Jegulus but here I am, Regulus being optime of perfection, Lorcan is a simp, Author Is Sleep Deprived, I thought about this instead of sleeping, Oblivious Sirius, Pseudo-immortal character, Pre-First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Slytherin Politics, not really but meh, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, graphic description of suicide attempt, Blood and Violence Summary:

Regulus Black was a pretender, in front of his mother he's the perfect pureblood she could ask for, but his pretence is broken when he encounters the uncrowned King of Slytherin court during his first year.

Guess what?

He paints his nails

(...)

Sidereus: Belonging to stars, heavenly, divine, brilliant.

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I do not support Jk Rowling's transphobic views in any form that woman can go shove her views on a titanium wall.

#regulus black #regulus deserved better #regulus x oc #maraders era #harry potter #fanfiction #lord voldemord #death eaters #black family

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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Marauder’s Era- Rue Selwyn

"𝙄𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩."

Name: Rue Aurelia Selwyn

Nicknames: None

Birthdate: 3rd of October, 1961

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Light brown, gets blonde in the sun

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.66m

Weight: 62kg

Body Type: Average build

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): None

Background

Hometown

Rue grew up in the lap of luxury in the pureblood family of the Selwyns and always got her way, being the only child. She was soon one of the most beautiful and elegibles socialites in the pure-blooded world.

Family

Mother: Donna Selwyn, neé Flint

A skilled Death Eater, she was the right hand of Voldemort and one of her best wizards and goons. Soon, though she started to get paranoid and irascible, and soon began hiding things in the attic during Rue’s infancy. When Rue was only eight, she died under mysterious circumstances.

Father: Paul Marcus Selwyn

A cunning and extremely smart man, he wasn’t that into Death Eater politics, always keeping his distances, and often warned his wife of flying too closely to the sun and getting burned. He had ambition, but knew his limits and lanes. When Rue had sent him the letter, months after her fleeing, he faked his death and went over to the US, where he got face surgery and changed his name to Thomas Gutiérrez, and fled to Chile. He never remarried and died aged 76 in his apartment.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: DADA

Boggart: Her mother’s ghost

Riddikulus: She turns into an erumpet

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: The first time Regulus smiled

Mirror of Erised: Regulus alive, and forming a family with him

Amortentia (what she smells like): expensive perfume, lavender soap, lip gloss, smoke and damp weather

Amortentia (what she smells): Something related to Regulus

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Regulus, her father’s ideals, graduating Hogwarts

Strengths: Strong, strong ally and loyal

Weaknesses: Influentiable, clueless and naive

Stressed: Around Voldemort; he creeps her out

Calm/Comforted: Around Regulus

Favorites

Colors: Green, black and grey

Weather: Sunny

Hobbies: Shopping, fashion, travelling

Fashion: Rue dresses very much like the pureblood elites

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Regulus Arcturus Black

Rue always had a crush on Regulus. How could she not, growing up in a pureblood household? He was the perfect man for a woman like herself.

Soon, Voldemort struck and Regulus joined. Rue, blindly in love, followed. And they did atrocities together. And she loved it. She loved him.

No one ever knew of the Selwyns ever again.

Friends: TBD

Rivals: The Marauders, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon

Trivia

Rue had a privileged childhood, but was bored of the ‘lady-like’ lessons and had thus a poor magic prowess

She however learned a bit of the fiddle and loved to play it to Regulus

She always loved fashion and everything related with the beauty world, she she knows how to make her own nails, hair, makeup, etc

She felt bad for Sirius and tried to mend the relationship with the brothers, to no avail

She never knew she was pregnant with Regulus’ child until it was too late

#marauder's era #oc: rue selwyn #regulus black #regulus x oc #ruegulus #the marauders #rue x regulus #sirius black #marauder's era oc #character sheet #oc profile

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ncoincidences · 2 years

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I would die for L and Regulus. Anyways what was their first date like lol

somg!! bestie. hi. such a good question! although the answer..... for some reason i felt the need to make this post long :/.... bear with me, i'll eventually get to the point!!

features: excessive brushing of hair, bouts of embarrassment, two real life pictures of Regulus, and.... fluff.

first thing, their first date is going to be minimum eight months after they first met. [MINIMUM]. Regulus will be the first to notice that he’s fallen in love, although he wouldn’t notice it himself, someone else (Sirius, or another friend [if he has one]) has to point out how he’s often excited to meet L and loves spending time with them, and that it’s kind of different. so they’d be like, “Do you two have something else going on?” if they’re not Sirius, and if it is Sirius, it would be a simple, “At least you guys don’t kiss in front of me.”

FEELINGS: so Regulus is first going to simply deny (he’s such a classic) and then he’ll be going in for a touch/hug w L and he’s going to do a mental retake. do best friends do this? do best friends cuddle so close??? and probably start distancing himself from L, not a lot, but remain subtly distant (although he doesn’t succeed much at ‘subtle’). L doesn’t point it out, but Reg’s absence makes them think a bit and that’s when they notice that they love Regs.

back to Regs. he’s going to criticise L and himself inwardly, like, “L walks like that. You can’t possibly like someone who walks like that.” but then L’s going to smile and he sees their dimples and melts quicker than ice-cream in 50°C heat. he likes them. ok, he likes them.

so he wants to get to know more about them. see if they’re really ‘right’ for Regulus. and the more he gets to know L, the MORE he likes them. falls deeper and deeper in love. they really are THE one. except, one day, L mentions that red is one of their favourite colours and MAROON is their main fav shade of red (wait, is maroon a shade of red?? anyway---). such a tragedy, right? Regulus dies! MAROON? of all people he could’ve chosen to fall in love with, but someone whose favourite colour is maroon?? ... Regs, this darling boy, expresses to L that he finds that a bit distasteful, but L takes that as a challenge ofc, and the next day, the very next yes, L meets Regulus dressed in a body-fitting maroon suit and .......

Regs dies. literally. dead. rip RAB.

look, real life picture of him—

seeing Reg’s reaction, L is a bit more confident, and thinks of asking Regulus out, but to do it in an impressive and spectacular way. something memorable for the person that makes memories worthwile.

switch to mr. r.a.b. - Regulus finally admits to himself that he’s completely in love with L. nbd. NBD at all.

oH, wAIT it IS A BIG DEAL BECAUSE THEY ARE HIS FRIEND. FRIEND. THEY COULDN’T POSSIBLY LIKE SOMEONE LIKE HIM THAT WAY.

[god, i imagine you’re shaking your head clutching your phone so hard.]

Regulus drowns himself in embarrassment because he’s forever going to be a pining fool and pathetic and lonely. his heart aches and his mind hurts. but L is so good. they are wayyy out of his league. they are SO GOOD. Reg, in comparison, is so spectacularly awful.

but being with L helps - 'you look so upset, are you alright?' - so okay. at least he has a best friend. Reg can absolutely deal with remaining best friends.

meanwhile, L is flirting a bit, giving clues to the possibility of asking Reg out, and Regulus is damn 100% oblivious. then comes the day of asking out and it’s very impressive, floating banners and bouquets of flowers and some magical decorations. better than any dream Reg has had.

real life picture of Regulus 0.2:

somehow, after 5 minutes of surprised silence and another 5 mins of “are you really...?” Regulus says yes.

THE ACTUAL DATE:

Regulus takes his time getting ready, something like four hours, wearing formal, the best of his best clothes, shoes polished, hair brushed a hUNDREd times, perfume snug. he’s not nervous, ofc not. he’s only.. mildly considering the extremely rare possibility that he might mess everything up and horribly ruin their friendship. it’s a very rare possibility, you must know.

WHERE? i don’t know if it’s going to be something formal like a dinner in a restaurant, still haven’t decided yet, but i imagine somewhere quiet and peaceful. perhaps a picnic date, watching the stars, lying side by side? some calming music playing. hands barely touching, faces flushed, slow conversation laced with excitement and expectation.

HOW DOES IT GO, you ask? extremely well. a bit of fine wine spilt, some stuttering sentences and faltering laughs, but in the end the awkwardness wears off. they’re friends best first and foremost!

they go home content. perhaps they go together, and sit close on the couch, feet tangled, read a book or two, before going separate ways or lying next to each other on bed, cuddling. it’s soft and warm and cute and loving. it’s what they both need <3

#regulus black #L #regulus x oc #fluff

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