barty/james/regulus | ch. 3 of start carving, darling | explicit | 4.1k words | threesome | dom/sub
With his chin forced back as it is, James can only follow Regulus with his eyes as he leans in, putting more weight on his hand. His fingers tighten, compressing arteries, restricting the vital flow of blood to James’ brain. Wisps of dark hair tickle against James’ skin, and his vision blurs, light-headedness quickly encroaching.
“You’ll work hard for me, won’t you?” Regulus’s nose brushes along his jaw, a sensation that James is only distantly aware of. He is caught up in the pressure of the hand on his throat and the haze bearing down on him, the delightful, frightening cloud of it suffused with the fresh scent of Regulus’ cologne. An opponent hardly even exerting himself.
When Regulus lets go, the sudden rush of oxygen hits James like a tidal wave, so good it leaves him shivering and giddy. Regulus steps back, hand returning to his side like he never tried to choke James at all. In his unsteady state, James almost doubts whether he ever really did.
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TW: Scars, Trauma, Injuries, Nightmares, Near Death Experience, Hallucinations
I traced my finger over the white lines that covered my arms from where the Inferni had scratched at me and tried to drag me underneath the water. I always found myself doing this after I woke up remembering that day. Remembering the way the hands had tugged at me and the nails had dug into my skin. The way the icy water had felt as it closed in around me, trapping me and pulling me further and further from safety. I remembered the potion and the things it had made me feel. How I had only realised too late what was happening. That it wasn’t really Barty pulling me away. That he wasn’t there at all. None of them had been. I shivered at the memories.
“Babe, are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” I heard James ask sleepily from my left. I tried to smile reassuringly at him but he knew me too well for that. He knew when something was wrong. They both did.
“What’s going on?” Barty asked from my other side, a frown pulling at his face. He must have seen the truth written all over my expression like always. He pulled my hand away from my arm and pressed a small kiss to the scar there.
“You’re safe, Reg. You’re safe with us. We’ll never let anything like that happen to you ever again, do you understand me?” He looked me in the eye, not letting me look away. I nodded.
“We love you Reg. We’ve got you. Let us have you,” James whispered pressing a kiss to a scar on my other arm. I loved them both dearly. More than I could put into words. But I found myself wanting to hide away. I didn’t want them to see the scars on me. I never did. They hated I felt that way. Hated that I always wore jumpers even when it was way too hot to. I knew seeing them was a reminder. A reminder of what had almost happened to me. And I loved them so much. I didn’t want to be the reason they were unhappy. I wanted to see them smile and laugh. I wanted to see their eyes lit up when they were so unbelievably full of joy. The way they shared that grin that promised trouble and bad ideas that I secretly loved but pretended otherwise.
“Don’t hide from us, Reg. They are beautiful just like the rest of you. They are a reminder of how much you’ve overcome. Of how you survived and came back to us. We love them just as much as any other part of you,” James said firmly as Barty pressed kisses along each line on my arm.
“You’re perfect just as you are. And we will tell you that as often as it takes for you to believe it,” Barty said to me. I found myself wondering how I had gotten so lucky. How anyone could say such kind words to me. Feel such things about me. I had thought it wasn’t possible to fall in love any further but that night they proved me wrong.
regulus/barty/james | explicit | 4k words | threesome, knifeplay, dom/sub
Curious, Regulus lifts the knife to his lips, licking remnants of sauce off the flat of the blade. He drags the motion out, all the way to the sharp point, leaving the metallic surface with a flick of his tongue.
It’s a successful experiment. James’ chest rises with his next inhale, throat bobbing as he swallows. Regulus smiles to himself, bringing the knife back to his tongue.
The appearance of a hand on Regulus’ knee under the table, the pressure a bit too firm, distracts him. He turns to his right, where Barty has been deep in conversation with Lily for the last half hour. He’s not looking at Regulus now, but the grip of his fingers, sure to leave an imprint on Regulus’ delicate skin, makes it very clear: he has seen everything.
barty/james/regulus | explicit | 3.7k words | threesome feat. dom!barty and brat!james | bdsm themes
“You smoke?” Barty asks him between drags. James is looking somewhere around his lips.
“No,” James says, stepping closer to Barty, away from the door and the much safer bet of his friends inside.
Barty quirks a brow. “You just like the smell?”
“No.”
“The ambiance?”
“No.” He’s in Barty’s space now, crowding him against the side of the building without quite touching him, the length of the cigarette in Barty’s fingers measuring the distance between them. Like this, it becomes clear that he and James are almost the exact same height.
Barty grins, cigarette held between his teeth. He reaches out to grab hold of James’ hips, flipping them around to reverse their positions and press James’ back against the wall. James allows it, though Barty can feel the tension hit his muscles as he loses whatever upper hand he stupidly believed he had.
“Ah,” Barty says, as if reaching a new realization. “I know what it is.” Leaving one hand at James’ waist, he snakes the other up the narrow space between their bodies to recapture the cigarette with two fingers. “You like the burn.”
