#dark!marauders

you weren't, of course. regulus had taken care of that years ago. regulus had slipped the tiny pill into your drink when your head was turned, your cheeks already flushed from the drinks you'd had. you felt so good when he took you. his youthful hormones couldn't wait to get to his bedroom. he feared he would burst in his trousers before he managed to mount you, so he took you right then. on the floor in the middle of the hallway. he remembered it so vividly. it was the memory he thought of every time he had to satisfy himself in his bedroom and cum into the palm of his hand instead of the tight warmth of your cunt.

you were both older now and regulus had grown fearful that soon you'd outgrow your fear of a partner. soon, you'd be hanging off the arm of another man. he wouldn't allow it. so he'd begun to follow you. trail behind you in the shadows, just out of sight. he kept track of the bloody tissues in your bathroom, the scent intoxicating as he held it to his nose, pulling on his cock as he knew it'd be too messy to rape you during that week. he wouldn't be able to hide the stains on the sheets.

your cycle was inconsistent and it irked him. it took him far too long to track the peak of your ovulation but he persisted because he wanted to make sure it took. he took. that his seed merged with your fertile little egg that would eventually grow into a tiny baby. a result of his unwavering love for you.

and as he expected, it did. your tummy was now swollen. the small bump created by the fetus growing inside your womb. regulus had become insatiable since then, taking you as you slept soundly every night, his hand laid over his child as he pounded into you and mouthed at your breasts that would soon leak. but you had yet to catch on and he wondered how you deluded yourself into not worrying about the weight gain and the morning sickness, the nausea and stomach pain. the fourth missed period.

Slytherin Rafe who…

… Gains a following without even trying. His fellow house students either admire him or keep a careful distance. He’s confident, volatile and naturally charismatic - and for your first couple of years at Hogwarts you think that he’s a complete asshole.

… Starts paying attention in Herbology just because it’s your favourite class. In fact, it’s the class that he first notices you in. He can never understand your fondness for plants, but the confidence and excitement that you exude whilst talking about them makes him try to.

… Secretly poisons your class partner so that he can swoop in to work with you instead. The poor, unsuspecting boy spends three weeks in the hospital wing recovering from the massive dose of Fungiface potion that had been slipped into his dinner - and Rafe never gets caught despite the smug smirk on his face for the entirety of all the lessons that he gets to spend partnered with you.

… Doesn’t understand why you’re mad when he eventually confesses that fact to you a few months into your relationship. He laughs about it as he tells you, and laughs again when you scowl and tell him how awful that is. You storm off and refuse to speak to him for days, but eventually cave in after he persuades you into meeting him in the Astrology tower after dark - where you quickly end up struggling to hold in moans with his head between your thighs.

… Is top of the class in Defence against the Dark Arts due to his intense nature and not-so-secret experience with dark magic at home. He’s particularly known for the skill of his jinxes, and some of the kinder ones he may have practiced on you (with your consent) a few times. Incarcerous is one he finds particularly useful as it causes ropes to fly from the end of his wand and then tie you up - which saves him some time.

… Used to be a skilled beater on the Slytherin quidditch team thanks to his tall, muscular build, but one day decided that he didn’t care for it anymore - much to the dismay of his teammates. He’d never taken the sport as seriously as them, and decided that the hours could instead be dedicated to more important things - duelling, studying the dark arts, and getting up to mischief with you being just some of those.

… Finds that magic fuelled by aggressive emotions comes easiest to him. He takes years to be able to properly cast a Patronus charm because pure happiness isn’t something that he’s very experienced in.

… Is known to come from a high ranking, pure-blood family with close ties to dark magic and well known allegations of working with Voldemort. His parents expect him to join the ranks of the Deatheaters, but as he gets closer to leaving Hogwarts his loyalty to them starts to severely falter - namely thanks to you.

… Was always mean to the younger years simply for his own amusement until you got annoyed at him for it. He says that you’re too sweet for your own good, but he slowly stops seeing the fun in picking on random people as he spends more time with you. His friends tease him about your sweetness rubbing off on him, but they wouldn’t dare say anything further than that - certainly not about you.

… Is aware that all of your friends hate him despite your insistence that they don’t. A part of him can see why they might not be his biggest fans, but he refuses to admit that.

… Gets banned from the duelling club for unnecessary cruelty after being paired with your ex. He knows that he’s going to be banned so he throws down another spell anyway. You only hear through corridor gossip that Rafe put an Instant-scalping hex on your ex, as Rafe completely fails to mention it.

… Buys you a sexy lingerie set and then enchants it so that only he can take it off you. He also buys you enchanted jewellery - some with his initial on. His favourite is a beautiful, ridiculously expensive, emerald and silver necklace that he purchased with the sole purpose of putting a tracking charm on.

… Gets extremely jealous over some of your male friends and acquaintances, but hides it until it boils over. He becomes so paranoid of one of your friends that he ends up badly injuring him in an unprovoked duel, and then has a severe argument with you as a result.

… Forces you to drink Truth Serum in order to be certain that you haven’t betrayed him, and then spends hours apologising for it after he’s calmed down.

… Sends you pieces of flying parchment with messily scrawled thoughts throughout the day despite your insistence that he leave you alone. You can’t help but open up some of the tiny airplanes and read their contents though - which range from short, romantic snippets of poetry, to half-legible, desperate, irritated apologies.

Sirius decides he’s seen enough. 

He stomps over with a gruff. Neither of the couple look up from their romantic embrace, if you can call it that. It’s not until Sirius clears his throat that either of them raise their gaze. 

The raises an unimpressed eyebrow. Your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend as of last week. Sirius kicks himself for not remembering his name, especially now that he’s standing in front of him. 

“Wait,” Sirius watches the girl in his lap straighten, her eyes widening and lips parting in wonder as she recognizes him. “Aren’t you-”

“The fuck do you want, mate?” Sirius’ eyes return to your ex. Jordan, that’s right. He looks like a douchebag with that sneer on his face.

“You, uh-” Sirius clears his throat, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. “You know who I am?”

“That’s Sirius Black!” The girl on Jordan’s lap shakes his shoulder, both hands grabbing on with nails long enough to be talons, and painted a blood red to match. “He’s the lead singer of the Marauders!”

“I know who he is.” Jordan’s eyes narrow, and the girl gives a yelp when he shoves her off his lap unceremoniously. He sits up, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking Sirius up and down with a huff. “Is this about-”

“Yes.” Sirius blows out a long puff of smoke. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that mate?”

“I always knew you were too close, you bastard.” Jordan clicks his tongue against his teeth, pointing accusatorially at Sirius. “God, I should’ve known. The bitch isn’t even worth it.”

Something inside Sirius awakens. It’s been lingering all night, simmering below the surface. His anger wraps arounds his intestines like tentacles, his muscles tense with preparation. He’s thought this through a hundred times, he has to play this out perfectly. 

“The fuck did you say?” His voice comes out as a hiss, his hands clenching into fists at his side. Jordan notices, one corner of his lips perking up into a smirk as though he thinks he already has Sirius beat. Sure, Sirius may not be as tall as Remus or as bulky and muscular as James, but he has something neither of them have. He has something no one else has.

“I said the bitch isn’t even worth it.” Jordan laughs, and the sound is harsh enough to have the other girl flinching from her place at the other end of the couch, and she slinks away back into the crowd. “She wouldn’t even put out, fuckin’ prude.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sirius’ shoulders are tense, adrenaline tearing through his body like drugs, heightening his awareness of everything. 

“Or what?” There’s a glint in Jordan’s eyes that eggs Sirius on enough to finish it, the final nail in the coffin. 

Sirius’ palm connects with Jordan’s forehead. Not enough to hurt, just enough to push him to the back of the couch. It’s enough to start shit, though. 

Jordan is standing before Sirius is even aware of it. He takes a step back and manages to dodge a punch, but the second connects with his jaw. The pain is immediate, radiating through his skull and he’s sure he’ll have a bruise. Another one follows, knocking him to his knees. 

He connects with the coffee table, the corner jamming into his side and knocking the wind out of him. He manages to grab onto a glass of beer, the rest falling to the floor, but he’s kicked before he can use it as a weapon or anything.

“You’re bloody pathetic, mate.” Jordan smirks from above him. He grabs the glass from the table, the one Sirius had grabbed, and downs it, chest puffed up in pride. Sirius watches, feeling a warm drop of blood drip from his nose down his cheek. 

Jordan finishes off the drink with an obnoxious gulp, dropping the glass to the floor. It shatters, glass shooting in every direction. Sirius feels bits of it cut the skin on his hands. No one even glances toward the two of them. 

“Just get with her, man.” Jordan shrugs, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and flicking his hair away from his forehead. He grins proudly, and Sirius can still feel the tendrils of his anger swimming through his body as he forces himself to stay on the floor. 

“She deserves a piece of shit like you.”

The words linger in the air as Jordan turns, heading out the back door of the club into the dark, cold night outside. Sirius sits up, brushing the blood from under his nose and the backs of his hands on his jacket. 

It will be less than an hour before the pill Sirius had slipped into the glass will take effect, and Jordan will no longer be a problem in your life after tonight.

In anyone’s life. 

And Jordan doesn’t know just how true his words are. You need Sirius, even if you don’t know it yet.

Most everyone is asleep by the time Sirius gets back. It makes sense, given it’s the early hours of the morning at this point. 

Everyone except for you, which he should’ve known.

He doesn’t try to sneak into the room, but he does move quietly. You’re sitting on the couch, eyes puffy and red as you stare out the window. You wipe an eye with your sleeve and sigh, and only then does Sirius make his presence known by hanging up his jacket. 

You look up, clearly startled. Your eyebrows knit together and your head tilts in the cute way Sirius loves.

“Where were you?” You ask, curious not accusatory. “It’s the middle of the night. We have a show tomorrow, you know.”

“I know.” Sirius moves over toward you, purposely avoiding your question. You gasp when he moves closer and you see the bruises blooming across his skin, the remnants of blood under his nose dying his skin a rosy pink color.

“Siruis-” Your voice is anxious and you move closer, fretting over him. Sirius lets his eyes close and relishes in your attention for just a moment.

“‘ts nothing.” He tries to excuse, shaking his head gently from your grasp. You pout in disbelief at him. “I mean it. It was stupid and I’ve sobered up.”

“We have to stop letting you go out to bars alone.” The joke doesn’t land as lightly as you hoped it would and you cringe. Sirius reaches out to brush some hair from your forehead and lets out a chuckle anyway.

“What are you doing up?” Sirius nudges you with his foot and your face scrunches together. “I hope not thinking about that stupid boy.”

You flinch like the mention of Jordan physically hurts. You cringe and shake your head a bit before trying to hide your face in your shoulders. “I don’t want to be.”

There’s a long moment of silence before Sirius reaches out for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. Your breath hitches and he gives you a soft smile even despite the way it makes his cheek ache.

“Then don’t. He’s not worth it.” He squeezes your hand and finds himself smiling even bigger when you slowly nod in agreement, the ache dulled by his love for you as you lean closer to him.

Sirius lets himself hold you, doesn’t push things any further despite the way his cock strains in his pants, the thing in his gut demanding he bend you over the couch. 

He needs to play this right. He can’t afford to fuck up. You deserve everything he can give you.

And Sirius will ensure he’ll give you everything. Even the things you don’t know you need. 

And getting rid of the things you don’t.

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