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NY POST July 30th 2025 “Baby Black Back in NY?!”
Good morning sports fans. As we all know two years ago the New York Rangers drafted star forward Sirius Black (as well as childhood teammate James Potter). With NYR’s summer training camp finishing up this week, we have it on good authority that they’ll be calling up Regulus Black to play on the team this season. It was expected for R.Black to be sent to the Rangers AHL team- the Hartford Wolfpack, but it looks like that will not be the case. Regulus Black graduated last year from Slytherin University, his own brother's rival school. R.Black was drafted at age 18 as a round 1 pick to the Anaheim Ducks, but was traded to the New York Rangers last year. R.Black has made quite the name for himself in professional Hockey already. At 6’1 and 198 lbs he has somehow become one of the most talked about up and coming enforcers we have seen since Matt Rempe’s call up 2 years ago.
We’ve yet to talk to the team's coach Alastor Moody about this change to their lineup. Regulus and Sirius Black grew up here in NYC and played on various smaller Hockey teams growing up in the area. They have a wide and loyal fanbase who are already very excited that the two brothers will be playing on the same team again. Sirius Black made history last year when he came out, making him the first out Gay man on an NHL team. We look forward to seeing what this year's lineups look like once we really kick off the season.
Sirius scoffed and threw the paper across the living room. “Stupid fucking Newspaper.” He gathered his coffee mug and pouted all the way to the kitchen where his roommate, James, was making coffee. Quickly jumping up onto the counter he made dramatic grabby hands towards James. James, obviously, came to stand in between Sirius’s legs, wrapping his arms around the other. “Alright, what did the newspaper do now?” James said, laughing lightly. James knew him well, it was one of the things Sirius truly loved about living with the other. Their teammates had called them ‘Queer Platonic Life Partners’ once in college, and they just ran with it. James was one of Sirius’ three favourite people in the world and was eternally grateful to have him in his life. “It's an article about Reggie. But of course they derailed the article to talk about me being Gay. Again. I swear to Christ it's like the post has never dealt with an openly gay player!” he threw his hands up in frustration before leaning his head down to rest on James’ forehead. James only laughed lightly “Well, love. They haven't. That’s why you’re still all the rage.” He kissed Sirius’ forehead before stepping away, as Sirius let out another pouty whine. “Come on, we’ve got practice in an hour. You heard from Reg yet?” Sirius had almost almost forgotten that today was when Regulus would be moving in with them. None of them had expected Reggie to be drafted to the Rangers. It wasn't that brothers playing on the same team was unheard of, it was happening in 2 or 3 teams across the country. But with Reggie being drafted so early to California, Sirius had spent the last few years making his peace with his brother not being close anymore. But now that Reggie would be playing for NY, he insisted he move in with them. Sirius had lived with James, and their other roommate Remus ever since they started playing. They had a 4 room penthouse in Manhattan so it really only made sense for Reggie to move in with them for now. They’d be spending so much time and practice and away that it really didn't make sense for him to get another apartment. “Yes!” Sirius was down from the counter bouncing around. “He won't make practice, but he should get in around 3. Baby Reggie is moving in!!” Remus chose that moment to come into the kitchen, looking properly pissed off. “Siri- it is 6am. Can you please contain…whatever this is?” Remus made a face and waved his hand around as he spoke. Sirius only grabbed his hand and kissed it dramatically. “No, I cannot Remu! Baby Reggie is arriving today. So we must celebrate!” Remus only rolled his eyes, but as usual was unable to hide his fondness. “Yeah, call him Baby Reggie to his face and see how that leaves you. I’m sure he’s already sent a cease and desist to the post for the ‘Baby Black’ headline.” Remus walked around the other two men to get his own cup of coffee, but was handed one quickly by James. “I knew you were up, so I already had yours ready.” Remus smiled and thanked James quickly before taking a seat at their kitchen bar. “Siri- ready to go in 20? We can avoid the train if we leave a few minutes early, yeah?” Sirius only nodded, mouth stuffed with a muffin he was sure his nutritionist hadn't put on their plan. Not that Sirius was any good at following directions from any sort of doctor. “I’m not in today- Lily’s taking the lead on those new Tiktok’s or whatever. So enjoy that nonsense today. I’ll cook tonight for us all.” James and Sirius made sounds of approval as they finished stuffing their faces and chugging the last of their coffee. “Our hero!” James exclaimed before kissing Remus on the cheek loudly and wet. Remus only rolled his eyes again. “Oh don't pretend you don’t love me. I’m your favourite.” “Hey hey whoa! I think it has been clearly established that I am Remus’ favourite.” Sirius couldn't help but chime in. The two boys went back and forth before Remus stood up and declared “Reg is my favourite actually.” Before smirking and heading out of the room. “Have fun at practice!” Sirius gripped his heart and fell to the couch. “James! Jamie!! Remus broke my heart.” James only fell down next to him, equally as dramatic. “Aw baby, don't worry I'll fix your heart right up.” Sirius grinned devilishly before replying “I knew you had a crush on me, Potter.” “You know it, Black.” James winked before getting up and putting his shoes on. “Now let's get a move on it before Moody has our heads for being late…again.” The two moved in autopilot to the arena for practice. Luckily it was early enough in season that getting in and out of MSG wasn't a total disaster. Of course Sirius and James both absolutely loved meeting and talking to fans, but sometimes it was nice and peaceful to just walk into work without all the fuss. By the time they made it into the locker room Frank, their Captain, was already starting with the morning meeting.“Ah, our QPLP’s late as usual. Lovers spat this morning?” QPLP, a very annoying abbreviation for Queer Platonic Life Partners. They loved the title and knew they’d never live it down, but Sirius couldn't help but think that they only used the abbreviation to avoid actually saying the word Queer. Even abbreviated it was still quite a mouthful. “Oh not quite a spat,” Sirius started as he unpacked his stuff in his cubby, conveniently directly next to James’. “Jamesie over here is quite clingy in the mornings and well, once he offered to-” “And that’s enough from you” James said, covering Sirius’ mouth with his hand. “Sorry Frank. Won't happen again.” James winked at Frank, flashing one of his signature James Potter smiles. Sirius of course, licked his hand, so James had to wipe it on his face, which only started a small wrestling war. “If you two are quite finished, hm? Anyways, first pre-season game next week against the Islanders. Should be an easy few wins this pre-season, but let's keep our heads in the game yeah? Our newbies are joining tomorrow. We have a new goalie training under Gideon this season, as well as Regulus Black joining as a forward. Get out there soon, I hear Moody’s got lineups for us.” Frank dismissed the team. James grabbed Sirius’ skates to start getting them tied up. Sure you could tie your own skates, but if you have someone to tie them for you, it's better. That's what James and Sirius always said. It wasn't like it was abnormal to have a teammate tie your skates. It was hard to get the laces as tight as needed and it was just easier to have a friend- teammate- do it instead. Sirius wouldn't call it a superstition necessarily but the one time James didn't tie his skates for him they not only lost, but Sirius was out for 3 games for an injury. So now, they tie each other's skates. No Questions Asked. No one on the team said anything either. Aside from light ribbing and jokes about them being too close, it was a good team. Sirius knew he was lucky to be on such a supportive team. He took a risk publicly coming out last year. But he couldn't keep living in fear of being outed. James leaned down to dramatically kiss Sirius’ skate before placing his hands onto Sirius’ thighs to sit back up. “All done, baby.” “Ah, my love, whatever would I do without you.” Sirius gathered James in his arms and pulled him up until he was basically straddling him. Sirius leaving kisses on James’ head and neck. “Oh my god, you two are worse than last season. Get a room would ya?” Frank declared, throwing a towel so hard James fell to the floor. “Frankie, Frank, Frankopolis, Frankster, Frankenstein- I see the truth. You want me all to yourself. Just want me to leave poor Jamesie in the dust. Well, your wish is my command. James- it's over! Frank’s my lover now.” Sirius took Frank's hand and kissed it gently, while the rest of the team was cackling or wolf whistling, clearly used to their shit. “Enough, Black. Get on the ice would you?” Frank could keep his voice authoritarian, but he couldn't hide his face. He was strict with the team, but he truly loved them all. He even secretly loved James and Sirius’ jokes, Sirius would bet money on that. They quickly finished up only managing to piss off 3 or 4 others as they jokingly declared their love for each other across the locker room. By the time practice was done Moody had gathered them all for a meeting. “Alright Boys, As we know the last thing this team needs is another Sirius Black.” “Your honor I object!!” Sirius replied quickly, followed by James’ “Objection your honor!!” “As I was saying. Luckily I have it on good authority that Regulus will be a good addition to the team. I'm starting him on the 4th line with Weasley and Lockheart. Black, Potter, Longbottom. Line 1 again. Bones, Stebbins, Diggory on 2. Dearborn, Carpenter, Bennett on 3. Copy?” Sirius pulled James in with a hand at his waist.“Well, well, looks like it's you and me together again loverboy.” He kissed James’ neck softly. James opened his mouth to reply but Frank jumped in first. “What? No neck kisses for me? Am I just a right winger to you, hmm?” Frank laughed before continuing. “In all seriousness, you know this is why half the team thinks you're shagging, yeah?” James only smirked before replying without missing a beat. “Well what if we are shagging. Maybe that's why we play so well together, Frankie. Maybe everyone should be shagging- everyone quick pick your favourite linemate to shag, Frank's orders!” The team joked about for a bit, Sirius only mildly surprised the team played along so well. Some too well. On their way home Sirius couldn't help but joke about the earlier interaction. “Lockheart seemed just a BIT too excited to be paired with Weasley again.” “They’ve always been close, Siri. I think they played in minors together?” They felt both their phones buzzing at the same time. They were walking close enough that their thighs were touching.
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Remus: Check Twitter Idiots.
Sirius and James exchanged a look before quickly opening twitter. “Ooh ive got 100 notifications just in the last half hour, Im popular.” Sirius boasted. James let out a ridiculous laugh as he found the twitter post that Remus was surely talking about. It was a photo of the two of them at practice Sirius with his arms wrapped around James and clearly kissing his neck. The tweet said “Those ny hockey ‘Queer Platonic Life Partners’ dont look so platonic to me. Smhhhh”
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James: weve been discovered pads. the whole world will kno about our hidden romance xx
Sirius: Hidden!? As IF!! Remus be a dear and retweet that would you?
Remus: You’re both idiots.
Sirius: Idiots you LOVE.
James: yeaa idiots that you willingly decided to live with. he loves us for sure. o! siri!! shoot, we’ve not been very considerat- remus is prob jealous. dont worry babe siri will give you all the neck kisses you want later.
Remus: Color me stoked.
Sirius: You know you want me babyyyyyy <3
“In um, seriousness or whatever, i’m sorry about that. I forgot the beat reporters are at practices this early.” Sirius did feel bad that james was often getting dragged into his shit. It was Sirius who came out. But of course rumors started flying about James the next day. Even though Sirius knows James is 100% straight. “You know I literally dont care.” James brushed it off of course. He always did. Sometimes he would even retweet or repost the tweets himself with a snarky one liner. “They can say whatever they want about us. Makes no difference to me. Kind of a compliment that they think youd settle for my ass.” James quipped hip checking Sirius as they arrived back at their house. “James- jamie. Im serious. I think like, in public we should stop acting so…” Sirius stopped talking quickly glancing up at James who looked absolutely livid. They were already at their door, and Sirius was seconds away from yelling for Remus to save him from James’ wrath. “Acting so what? Sirius?” James pushed Sirius back against the doorframe using his other hand to box him in. “You’re my best friend. If you think I’m going to let a few pictures of us being US stop me youre fucking insane.” “Yeah but this shit sticks Jamie, people google James Potter and all they're gonna find is pictures of you and me-” “Pictures of me and my best friend, who I live with, who plays on the same team as I do. Id be surprised if they didn't find pictures of us.” James still looked fucking pissed. Sirius didn't want to stop acting like they did in public. He really didn't. Their friendship was something so special to him and it had always been like this. This… closeness. They could sleep in the same bed, cuddle, exchange quick chaste kisses, and it only brought them closer. There was never any tension or awkwardness. Even when Sirius dated their goalies brother Fabian, or when James was hooking up with Lily Evans (Remus’ social media counterpart) nothing came between their friendship. It was strong, and solid. Sirius was proud of the relationship they built- well the friendship relationship. Whatever. James leaned down only getting closer, still seemingly seething. “Im not changing us for them. Not a chance.” He kissed Sirius gently and quickly on the lips, as they did often, before opening the door and letting them in. “Oi, you two. Stop being gross in front of the ring camera. You know I sent Reg the Ring log in also. So unless you want your brother to see you two macking it-” Remus was of course cut off by Sirius already half way across the room throwing himself into Remus’ lap kissing his cheeks repeatedly.“We weren't macking it. We were discussing the twitter post and saying how it didn't really matter what the others say, that we are confident and comfortable with our totally platonic relationship.” James sighed as he sat down next to them on the couch. “Yes, and making out with each other in front of our home is a great way to express that to the public James, brilliant as always dear.” Remus deadpanned. “If you're jealous Remus I can always make out with you in public too. Wouldn't want you feeling left out, hm?” Sirius kissed Remus on the lips just like James had done to him, but Remus promply threw Sirius off him onto the floor. Remus rolled his eyes, fondly. FONDLY!! Sirius was sure it was fondly. Remus wasn't always as open or comfortable as he and James were. Sirius was 100% okay with that. Except he totally was not and unfortunately was harboring just the absolute worst sickening crush on Remus. Which he was of course 100% repressing and would take it to his grave just how much he wanted to actually be kissing Remus. Sirius also definitely 100% did not care even a little bit when Remus would reject his advances, usually with Sirius ending up on the floor somehow. “Jamessss, Remus is being mean to me” Sirius whined. James only laughed and stood to help Sirius when the door swung open and Regulus barged in. Taking in the scene in front of him he rolled his eyes (less fondly than Remus, Sirius thought) and stated “What the fuck are you doing on the floor.” Sirius quickly scrambled to get up and launch himself at Regulus. “REGGIE!!!” Regulus let himself be hugged for all of 3 seconds before throwing Sirius off him in a very familar way. Throwing Sirius to the ground, theme of the day. And not even the fun kind of thrown to the ground. From the floor, Sirius continued his pouting. Remus stood and went to shake hands with Reggie. “Reg, good to see you, its been a while. I’m Remus if you forgot, unfortunate roommate to idiots 1 and 2.” Regulus shook his hand smirking. “I didn't forget, obviously. And you know me, Unfortunate brother to idiot 2.” “Hell yeah, Im idiot 1.” James bragged. Regulus only shot him a look of disapproval as well. “James, have you gotten sick of Sirius yet?” Regulus asked conversationally. “You know I haven't, Reg. Sorry you’re just as stuck with me as he is.” “One day your taste in men will get better, I can only pray for you.” Regulus said without missing a beat. Leaving both James and Sirius pouting now. Remus offered to help get regulus settled in but Sirius insisted that he be the one to do it. Since Reggie was his brother after all and he missed him oh so terribly. Which resulted in Regulus’ wallet being thrown at Sirius. He did eventually relent and let Sirius take him around. In the living room James and Remus settled back onto the couch. “James, are you actually okay with all the pictures and tweets? People aren't exactly running with the ‘platonic’ thing you know.” Remus was their voice of reason. Their rock. James often joked that Remus was the only thing keeping them alive, and sometimes that really wasn't a joke. “I literally don't care. The people who I date or whatever wont be bothered by that shit. Lily didn't care and I was with her for like 3 months.” “Yes, well Lily is here often enough to know how you two are. If you’re not worried, I wont press. But I needed to check in.” Remus kissed the side of James’ head. James knew it drove Sirius crazy whenever Remus was even slightly more affectionate with James than he was to Sirius. “You know Remus, if you're jealous, Sirius and I can get Reggie to take a pic of how we all nap on this couch. That would go viral in seconds, especially when Sirius refuses to wear a shir-” James was cut off by Remus tackling James and tickling him. “Ah-! Siri help! I’m being attacked!” James couldn't help the giggling. He loved his roommates more than anything. This was the best timeline, he was sure of it. Two loving roommates who happened to be his absolute best friends. He couldn't ask for anything more. Within the hour the 4 of them were settled on the couch. Regulus in the armchair by himself, and Remus, Sirius, and James practically on top of each other on the main couch. Sirius tucked comfortably between James and Remus. Remus was getting up last seasons games against the Islanders so they could prepare for their matchup next week. “You guys cannot possibly be comfy like that. You know theres two other couches in just this room that any of you could be on.” James and Sirius only laughed in response. Remus chimed up “Trust me, Reg. With the amount of attention these two need its in my best interest to let them be.” Remus FONDLY kissed sirius’ head. Naturally, Sirius couldn't hide the blush on his face. James and Remus didn't see, but Regulus 100% did. He shot daggers towards his brother who was clearly smirking. “Got it, of course. Don't let me interrupt your platonic cuddling. Or sorry what is the press calling it these days your Queer platonic life partners?” “Hey hey whoa, thats just the two of them. You don't see me plastered across twitter.” Remus quickly rebutted. “Yeah only because you aren't on the team.” Regulus snarked back, “Whatever, just put the game on and be normal.” James and Sirius started making comments about ‘what even really is normalcy’ which Remus and Reg ignored as the game started. They all locked in within seconds remembering they did actually have to study for the game next week. “Reg, Moody’s putting you on the 4th line with Weasley and Lockheart.” Reg nodded along. “You know he's bringing you up this early to be an enforcer yeah?” Regulus only rolled his eyes. “Crazy, I spent 4 years in college, best enforcer college hockey has ever seen. And here I was thinking the Rangers wanted me for my defense abilities.” He continued not even giving Sirius a chance to rebuttle that bit of sarcasm. “Im going to fight Crouch next week.” Regulus didn't even take his eyes off the tv for a second as he spoke. On the tv, there was legendary enforcer Barty Crouch Jr. beating the absolute shit out of one of the guys the Rangers didn't keep from last season. “Hey whoa Reg-” James started. “Regulus-” Remus spoke at the same time. Only to be overpowered by Sirius “Are you fucking insane? Crouch is a fucking mad man. He will destroy your shit and wont even think twice about it. You are not having your first NHL fight with fucking Barty Crouch. Absolutely not.” “Ive already spoken to Moody, and he agrees with me.” All three boys on the couch turned in disbelief to Regulus. “No way, Moody agreed??” “He brought me on for a reason. The team is weak. No one is scared to play the fucking New York Rangers. You’re all a bunch of softies. You check someone James, and apologize. Moody wants the world to see that if you guys get fucked with, there will be hell to pay.”Sirius wanted to say something. He knew James was absolutely dying to speak up as well. Sirius had a fear that this was going to happen. Sure, Regulus had made one hell of a name for himself in college. He was a top scorer, but also an insane Enforcer. No one expected him to be after all. He may be tall, but he's lanky and lacks traditional ‘looks’ of an enforcer. But people quickly learned that it didn't matter, and Regulus was definitely someone to watch out for. He hated that his brother was going to most definitely make his NHL debut, and surely get a game misconduct immediately. He hated the politics of it all. Big dramatic fight just to prove a point, and get Barty Crouch thrown out of the game at the same time. It made sense, of course it did. Sirius just wished it wasn't his little brother. “Fine.” Sirius finally relented. “Barty Crouch better watch his back, here comes Reggie!” The 3 boys laughed while naturally Regulus stayed stoic, far too locked into the fight on the screen. James made fun of Regulus as he took literal notes on the fight. Sirius decided he would trust Reggie, and trust his coaches judgement. Maybe to win it all they really did need Reg. Sirius couldn't help the jolt of excitement he felt. Next week they’d play the Islanders, reggie would fight Barty Crouch, and the Rangers would get their first win of the season. He couldn't help feel like this was their season.
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Chapter 2: September Preseason Games
NY Post: “New York vs New York! Hockey Preseason is here.”
Good Morning Sports fans. Today we are gearing up for a big game tomorrow right here in New York City! Our very own New York Rangers will be playing the New York Islanders in the first preseason game of the season. While no, technically speaking pre-season games do not count towards anything real. This is going to be our first chance to check out new talent, as well as see if Coach Moody made any big lineup changes from last season.
Things to watch for tomorrow:
Regulus Black? Will he play? Our reporters are leaning towards a big yes on this one. They’ve been watching practices the last week and have only been impressed so far. It's looking like Regulus will be acting as an enforcer on the team, as we expected based on his collegiate performance. Which leads us to our next point.
Will Regulus Black fight in tomorrow’s game? Likely yes. It's looking to be between two options for a fight. The most likely option, as well as the safest choice is Matt Martin. He’s still fighting regularly, and rarely will turn down a challenge. But at only 2 inches taller than Black and almost 15 years older- Black stands a good chance to make a solid win there. His other option, which most of our reporters say will not happen, would be of course a fight with Barty Crouch Jr. Dropping gloves with Crouch, while beneficial if he won, could potentially end Black's career. We’ve seen it done before. Making your NHL debut and immediately trying to take down the strongest player in the league with a history of dangerous but clean fighting? Not the smartest move.
Last but not least, James Potter! He ended last season with more points than anyone in the league. Big thanks to his line mate Sirius Black. With his impressive playmaking skills as well as his notoriety for being the first openly gay NHL player, fans are of course wondering if the two will still be on line one together.
We will check back in tomorrow! Be sure to follow our beat reporters for live coverage on Twitter tomorrow during the game!
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It wasn't that Regulus cared about whatever the newspaper had to say. He didn't care about the newspaper when it had to do with him. But he just about had it with the fucking New York Post brining his brothers sexuality into every.single.article. Didn't they get bored of the same exact news story!? A gay man in New York City is not exactly news assholes. But unfortunately, the fact that it was still news an entire year later, made it really fucking hard to be a gay man in NYC who also happened to be a gay NHL player. And he wasn't just talking about his brother. College was different, easy almost. It was easy being the best player on the team. If Regulus wanted to be left alone? He was. If he wanted to take someone home from a party? He did. No one was paying any attention to the fact that he was only bringing men home, and since he had a rule to never sleep with anyone twice it was hardly talk of the town since there was never any drama to deal with. He’d been back living with Sirius (and his roommates who Sirius is clearly 100% in love with but hasn’t realized it yet? Idiot.) for only about a week and in that amount of time, its been blatantly clear how fucking homophobic NYC sports media is. Also how different these fans are to college fans. Regulus went out to get a bagel a few days ago and was photographed and judged on his bagel choice??? A plain bagel is a PERFECTLY acceptable bagel. People on twitter were still complaining. Regulus could only roll his eyes. He made his way down into the living room where he could see only the top of Sirius’s head. Which surely meant he was laying on top of one of his ‘very platonic of course’ roommates. Which felt like the incorrect word also, but whatever. “Oi, no practice today right?” Sirius raised his head up, beaming at the younger boy. Regulus wanted to roll his eyes, but unfortunately he did really enjoy his brother. His absolute idiot of a brother. Of course, he would never tell his brother how much he did enjoy him. Remus appeared from under Sirius, naturally. “Regulus, do you need me to make your calendar too? I already do Siri and James’ so really, no trouble.” Remus said sweetly with just a hint of condescension, that regulus could only respect truly. “Thanks for the offer asshole, but the last thing I need is you social media freaks having access to my calendar.” He and Remus had a really nice repertoire worked out between them. They were both complete dicks to each other, which always appalled James and Sirius. Which the two of them just laughed at during their nightly ice cream meetings. Sirius and James slept like the dead, but he and Remus found they shared not only their insomnia, but their love of mint chocolate chip ice cream. So whenever they couldn't sleep, they appeared in the kitchen with some kind of truce. Regulus wasn't sure of the rules exactly. But it was nice. He wasn't lying a week ago when he said he liked Remus best. “Reggie! Leave Remus alone. He’s trying to be nice. You know in my calendar he adds hearts under every Thursday because he knows it's my favourite day of the week.” Regulus shot Remus a pointed look that could only mean really Remus? Obvious much? “I’m sure he does, Sirius. Enjoy your cuddling or whatever you two are getting up to. Keep it PG will you?” Remus only sputtered in response while Sirius yelled back “I will not keep it PG! Sorry! We’re having full sex right here on the couch, Jamie! Reg is being gross and wants to watch Remus and I-” “Oh my god how did I move into the worst fucking apartment in all of-” “Regulus Arcturus Black! I am appalled at you! That’s your brother for christ’s sake!” James entered, strutting as usual, with far too much confidence. Definitely far too much confidence for a man who clearly used absolutely no hair product. At least Sirius cared about the important things in life. “You are all my nightmare!” Regulus shouted back, but somehow let James lead him onto the couch where he now sat in between James and Sirius. “Oh no, no way. I’ll stay, but I am not sitting in between you two.” Regulus quickly got up and moved across the room to the armchair where he curled up with his favourite blanket that they all, very politely, left there for him. Sirius and James only laughed as they settled back into a position that Regulus could only describe as desperate. Sirius was honest to god draped across the laps of both Remus and James. Remus with one hand playing with Sirius’ hair and the other behind James over his shoulder, James with both his hands on Sirius’ thighs. Regulus was almost starting to believe that their whole platonic bit was a prank? People weren't just simply this comfortable with others. They just existed like this, near 24/7. Regulus had yet to walk into any of their rooms and not find another of them in there. Their codependency should be studied, he thought. Regulus rolled his eyes yet again, slightly worried that the amount of eye rolling this apartment was having him do was dangerous to his eyesight. “So Reg- still planning to fight Crouch? Did you see the post this morning? They think you’re gonna fight Martin.” James asked earnestly, still seeming to piss Regulus off though. “Martin? He’s basically geriatric. I’m challenging Crouch. Up to him if he fights me or not. Moody wants to do it the proper way, gloves off and all that.” Regulus wasn't too pleased with that, he much preferred to fight as an act of defense for his team. Or if someone touched his goalie. He had only been there a week but already had a soft spot for Prewett that he was sure would lead to a fight eventually. “It’s definitely the safer choice, Reggie. By the books and all that. Plus if Crouch backs down, people will think he’s scared to fight you.” Sirius chimed in, still laying across Remus. Or, he called him Moony sometimes. Still unsure of how that nickname came to be. All 3 of them had nicknames for each other, they used them on the team as well, but it didn’t exactly seem like any of the nicknames originated on the ice. “Yeah, He won’t back down. I’m sure of it.” Regulus wasn't sure of it, he couldn't be without talking to Crouch himself. But enforcers all shared a common goal, and usually a common mindset. Crouch was known as the best enforcer in the league, if the news is talking about a potential fight of course he would want in. “Just, be careful, yeah?” James, to his credit, really sounded scared. He would have to make a point to show the poor kid some of his fights. He wasn't some star forward sniper like James. He was trained to fight on the ice. Remus smartly kept his mouth shut. But he’s sure he will get an earful later when they’d inevitably meet in the kitchen. “Fuck off, Potter.” Remus only laughed, while Sirius started cooing over Potter’s seemingly hurt feelings. Their nights were comfortable. Sometimes Regulus snuck out, trying to find a small cute bar far enough away from MSG that he was hopeful no hockey fans would be at. He had found a comfy spot down in the west village where the bartenders seemed to like him. He thought about leaving, but with the game tomorrow he couldn't rationalize making that choice tonight. He also got a lot more invested in his lovely household when Remus spoke up after an hour or so of some stupid Netflix show about kids or monsters? Regulus wasn't sure. “Oh, I'm not working the game tomorrow night by the way. Lils is on coverage.” Sirius and James both sat up straight, seemingly alarmed by this news. “Oh please, no one’s dead. He just wants to actually see a game for once.” Regulus chimed in on Remus’ behalf. Regulus had potentially set Remus up with one of his college buddies, Henry. “Yeah, and Remus does see the games. With us. Behind the bench? Moony, it’s our first game!” Sirius was whining and Regulus couldn't help hold back a laugh as this all unfolded. Was he a good person? Up for debate. “Yeah, Moons, it’s bad luck if you're not there.” Even James was pouting. “I-um-”He saw Remus look to Regulus for support.”I have a date.” Sirius and James immediately shut up. James’ mouth dropped in surprise, while Sirius looked almost on the verge of tears. This was too good, Regulus couldn't help but think. All 3 of these idiots were so gone for each other? How did none of them know?? “Regulus set me up with-”“Reggie!? Reggie you- why would, Reggie!” Sirius was sputtering, unable to form a complete sentence. “Moony you don't date! You’ve not dated in, well forever! You don't date random people! What if Regulus set you up with a murderer. You want to be murdered at our first game of the season??” “First of all, it's a pre-season game. It does not count. Second of all, his name is Henry and he is not a murderer. Reg introduced us on facetime a few days ago.” “He’s hot too. Thought about taking him for myself, but you see he’s the clingy type. I just knew him and Lupin would hit it off. Surely you want your friend to be happy?” Regulus looked at Sirius and James with an eyebrow raised. Almost waiting for either of them to make another remark. “Okay, yeah.” James was the first to speak up, after an incredibly uncomfortable silence. “Happy for you, Moony. We’ll have to uh, just catch you after the game then.” “We are going to maybe head over to his place after? It’s near MSG, and he doesn't have roommates, so it seemed like an easier plan.” Sirius just simply got up and left. Regulus thought he heard a door slam. James stood quickly after “His stomach hurt, he told me earlier. Probably just needed to use the bathroom. We’ll be right back.” Potter practically ran off after Sirius. Remus collapsed his head into his hands. “Reg that was fucking awful. You knew they’d react like that, didn't you.” “Yeah and you’d know too if you used half of your brain. Those two are Jealous, Rem.” “I know.” So Remus did know. That was at least a positive. That one of the three had figured it all out. “They are just possessive. They always have been, especially since the accident. They like our friend group the way it is, it's never really worked out when any of us have had a partner.” Alright, just kidding. He was just as dumb as the others. “And we haven't considered why that is? Actually you know what, I am not doing this. Don't be obtuse, Lupin. Maybe think about why you feel sick to your fucking stomach hurting tweedle dee and tweddle dumb’s feelings, huh?” Regulus left the room leaving Lupin alone to think. Regulus was almost hoping his date tomorrow went well so maybe all of this drama would stop. Lupin just laid on the couch, curled up as best he could without his hip hurting, and tried not to think about his two best friends upstairs clearly mad at him for no reason. * James found Sirius in his closet. James’ closet, to be clear. “Siri? Pads?” Sirius poked his head out and pulled James down with him. James re-situated them so Sirius was in his lap. “You left in quite a hurry down there, hm?” James ran his fingers through Sirius’ hair. He was sure he felt the same as Sirius, although he always did have a stronger flair for dramatics than James did. “I don’t want new people around. Plus you know this random college kid isn’t good enough for Moony.” James couldn't help but agree with that too. There was a strong protectiveness that James and Sirius both felt for Remus. When the three first played together freshman year in college it was like something clicked. They were soulmates on the ice. It was the first game of the season and James was center, only on line 3. But he was there with Remus and Sirius as his wingers. They had been unstoppable in practice. Like the three of them could read each other's mind. Only, 3 minutes and 18 seconds into the game, Remus was checked into the boards and taken out. It was no normal check either. The kid, Mulciber, was thrown from the game, suspended for the season and fined the maximum allowed. But they still let the asshole play. He was currently down playing in the AHL for the Kraken, so they wouldn't play against him luckily. But James thought about that hit daily. Remus didn't even have the puck, it was completely illegal and targeted. Remus was already drafted to the Canucks at that point, and James was sure it was Jealousy. Remus was the talk of the NHL, the first round pick everyone wanted. It was a career ending hit. His pelvis and leg were completely broken, and worst of all, while he was down another skater couldn't stop in time. It all happened so fast, and by the time that James or Sirius made it over to Remus, his face was gashed, blood everywhere. James knew Sirius also had nightmares about that too still. “He’s our person, yeah? We need to trust him. No one stopped you when you dated Fabian last year.” “James. You threatened to run him over with your car.” James waved him off quickly. “My point is that we need to trust each other. I trust Remus, do you?” “Of course I do!” “Then we let him make his choices. If he starts dating them, so be it.” James wasn't sure why that sounded so dirty in his mouth. James knew he had issues. He did not react well when Sirius started dating Fabian, he will admit. But in his defense Sirius threw a week-long tantrum when James slept over Lily’s for the first time. It had just been the three of them for so long, he was sure that they all had some anxieties about adding new people into their friend group. Why change what works so well?? “Fine, yeah, whatever. I’m happy for him.” Sirius mumbled, clearly lying. “It’s not me you need to tell. Remus looked like you kicked his puppy when you ran off. He wants your approval too, you know?” Sirius grumbled but only leaned further into James. Tucking his face into his neck. Leaving tiny bites. He wasn't sure why Sirius always did that, but he didn't mind it. Their closeness was never an issue for James. He kind of liked seeing little bite marks the other would leave. Some proof their friendship was real, and tangible. Something none of the other guys on the team would get to have with Sirius. Sirius also clearly had an oral fixation, always chewing obnoxiously on his mouth guard. Biting at his own fingers. Chewing on straws. Honestly James’ neck was the safest option. He was happy to oblige. “I know…” Sirius mumbled. “Five more minutes and then I’ll go talk to him.” “Okay, you can keep being a little vampire for a few minutes then.” James laughed. “Laugh it up, prongs. You know you like it.” He bit down harder than usual and James let out a small sound, he hadn't ever made before. James stilled underneath Sirius for a moment. “On second thought, I’ll go talk to him now.” Sirius looked even more spooked than he had earlier, running off almost immediately. James, on the other hand, now sat alone panicking in his closet (ironic that). He just moaned, with his best friend on top of him. What the fuck was that?? Sirius probably didn't notice. James now, thinking about it, wasn't even sure if he even made a sound. No biggie. They’d wake up tomorrow, play the game, win, and nothing would change. Except maybe Moony would be gone. Only for the night but it would still feel like forever, he was sure. James got up to wash his face off before bed and glanced in the mirror. His neck was covered in small hickeys, more than he ever had before. He reached a hand up to run his fingers over them and felt his pants get tighter. Oh no. Oh no no. Absolutely not. He was not getting hard thinking about Sirius?? No way. He just liked neck kisses. His wires were surely getting crossed. It was the act, not the person combined with the act. A memory quickly surfaced of him and Lily in bed, him gently asking her not to kiss at his neck because he didn't like it when she did that. He pushed that thought away quickly. Sirius was just different. It didn't mean anything. This changed nothing. This was a stressful night, before a stressful day tomorrow. They’d wake up and everything would be the same. James was sure of it.
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NY Post: “Regulus Black making his NHL Debut TONIGHT.”
Good morning! We here at the Post are ready for tonight’s game. We have Regulus Black making his NHL debut right here at Madison Square Garden. Rumors are still flying on if he will fight Crouch, Martin, or potentially no one. Although, that seems unlikely at this moment. Latest reports are showing Regulus joining line 4 with wingers Arthur Weasley and Gilderoy Lockheart. Last season Lockheart was one of the lowest scoring forwards, we are hoping to see him step up this year hopefully with the help of R.Black. In the meantime, we will be watching to see if the rest of the lines can hold up. After last season when the Rangers won the Presidents trophy everyone thought they’d take it all the way home to win the Stanley Cup. But of course, we had a disappointing season end in the final round of the playoffs. We are looking to hopefully see the top line deliver just as well if not better than last season. The rangers will be looking to Frank Longbottom, their captain, for leadership as well as some more points this season. Sirius Black and James Potter definitely made up for Longbottom’s lackluster season. We wouldn't be surprised if they pull him off line one at some point this season.
Stay tuned tonight at 7pm for live tweeting through the game!
Sirius woke up early, as usual, in Remus’ bed. Which was also fairly usual if Sirius was being honest with himself. He could probably count on one hand the number of times he slept in his own bed in the last month. Although more often than not he was in James’ bed. After he and James spoke last night he went to apologize to Moony. He knew he was overreacting but he did at least try and explain to Remus that it wasnt that he was dating, that he was free to date whoever he wanted. Sirius just found himself really scared of a new environment. What he did not want to think about is whatever made James freak out last night. He and James were solid. More solid than he had ever been with anyone in his life. When he felt James stiffen underneath him last night, he panicked and did what he did best- run. It was such a strange feeling to feel James like that. He was usually so pliable and comfortable when Sirius was in his lap. He asked Remus about it and of course, being the voice of reason, he said it was likely nerves. If he was being honest that made a lot of sense. Even Sirius who prided himself in not really feeling the stage fright of it all anymore, was worried for tonight's game. Not even for the actual game per se. But he knew that his little brother was going to be fighting the hardest player in the league. Barty Crouch Jr may only be 2 years older than James and Sirius, but he had fought more guys than any enforcer since the 80’s. He wasnt fucking around, that was clear. Sirius rolled over in bed, not surprised that Remus was already gone. He was an unfortunate early riser. Likely from his early hockey days. He and James used to have to get up that early too, but they quickly adjusted to their NHL schedule which usually permitted later lay ins due to the nighttime games. The game tonight was at 7pm which meant he realistically didn't have to get up until noon. houseMATES Sirius: MOONY where are u :( Remus: Couch. Coffee. Sirius: Come back to bed??Remus: Tempting, but no. Perhaps you’d like to get up? It’s 9:30 already. Sirius: :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( Remus: James? Go cuddle Sirius will you? James: siri u can come in here im not moving Sirius had a quick moment of panic. For what reason, he still wasn't sure. Something was different with him and James. He couldnt put his finger on what it was. Things just… felt different. Sirius also knew that whatever it was, it was his fault. He always did this. He took things too far. He mis-read situations. He took advantage of people. And now James was likely mad at him, although not mad enough to not invite him into his room. Sirius got up quickly, throwing a shirt on. He never wore a shirt in bed, he absolutely hated how it felt combined with a blanket, but it seemed like the correct option at this moment. Sirius ran to brush his teeth before knocking politely on James’ door. “What the hell- Siri I know you aren't knocking on my door??” Why the hell did Sirius knock on his door? He never once in his life has knocked before going into James’ room. Trust, there were times that he definitely should have knocked. But either way- knocking was not their normal. “Sorry- sorry. Half asleep still I suppose.” Sirius climbed into bed next to James who opened one eye to stare at Sirius scrutinizingly. “You’re wearing a shirt.” James said it like it was a true accusation. “No, I’m not.” Nice one Sirius. “Yes you are, you knocked on my door and you are wearing a shirt. Fuck- fuck.” James sat up in bed quickly and leaned against his headboard. “What happened Siri- I should have gone after you last night, I am sorry I didn't… but something happened right?” James, to his credit, looked absolutely terrified. “Yes, yeah. Shit. It’s my fault, I know. Well I don't exactly know. But I know I made you uncomfortable. I felt you tense up. Like you didn't want to be around me, so um I just ran.” Sirius stared at James for a few moments as James seemed to be trying to come up with a response. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, clearly unsure what to say. “James?” Sirius tried again before finally just being quiet while James worked through whatever he wanted to actually say. James was panicking. Yes, James Potter was panicking. In his own bed. Watching his best friend of the last 20 years stare at him terrified. He had options here, he did. He was not expecting Sirius to confront him about anything. Usually if something weird happened they’d let it simmer and then ignore it. Why was this different? James wanted to whine and beg Sirius to let it go. He could lie. He could say it was nothing, and he didn't even notice he tensed up. He could say it was stress. He could say he was upset about Remus dating someone and that was affecting his emotions. He could say literally anything. So imagine James’ surprise when he instead said- “I made a sound. I made like a sex sound, Sirius.” James immediately wanted to drop dead. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole, preferably as soon as possible. Sirius stared at James with just a very confused expression. “What are you talking about? In the closet?” Sirius looked like he genuinely had no idea what James was talking about. Sirius scrambled up so he was on his knees directly in front of James, in between his legs. “I’m saying you tensed up. Like I overstepped…” James sighed heavily. “And I’m saying that I overstepped. Didn't you hear me?” James snapped slightly. Annoyed that Sirius was really going to take this way farther than it needed to. “Wha- James. You were just sitting there. What are you talking about. I’m the one who had my mouth all over you, I can still see the marks you know.” Sirius eyed James, already shirtless, and remembering the smattering of bruises he knew he had there. “I shouldn't have really bit you. I know you don't mind usually, but clearly I took it too far. So, I am apologizing, James. Now you say ‘it’s okay sirius’ like usual and we move on and I don't do that again, yeah?” James froze again. This was another one of those moments where James had a lot of options on what he could say. He could say ‘of course Sirius. We’re good!’. He could say ‘yeah bud no worries, let’s nap until we need to wake up’. So instead, imagine James’ surprise when he says “What if I don't want you to stop doing that.” James felt his face heat up quickly. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe just a simple blush. Something shifted. He felt it. Something monumental was shifting and James was scared. Sirius’ face and entire demeanor changed so quickly James looked around desperately seeking an exit. “James.” Sirius said dangerously. Like he was giving a warning. “I think I need you to be more clear.” Sirius,to his credit, did not take his eyes off James for a second. James decided there was really no turning back now. He didn't exactly understand what was happening, but he was letting his feelings lead this one. Usually not his best move, but it was all he had at the moment. “I liked it. I don't want you to stop.” Sirius crawled up James’ lap so he was honest to god straddling him. “Like this?” He bit down again, with the same amount of force he used the night before. Leading to, yet another, sound- a moan, released against James’ will. “Oh holy shit.” Sirius tensed up this time. But did not make a move to go anywhere. James was set to panic again until he felt something new. Sirius was hard. Sirius was on his lap and he was hard. James was hard. James had Sirius in his lap and he was hard. Sirius was making him hard. Sirius. Sirius who was staring at him wide eyed, but with a new look in his eyes. One James had seen before but not directed at him. Hunger. “Oh fucking hell” James, without taking a single second to worry about the consequences of his very stupid actions, laid one hand on Sirius’ back to pull him closer. While the other hand quickly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in until their lips were touching. No, not touching, devouring. James had been kissed before, of course he had. But in this moment it was like everything he had ever known about his life was a lie. Like everything was leading up to this single moment in which Sirius Black had hands in his hair tugging him closer, fucking moaning into his mouth. It was a complete desperate mess of teeth and tongues, absolutely no finesse. Just what could only be explained as years of unresolved something. Like they were born to be here, tangled in each other. Sirius was an absolute vision, grinding on top of James setting every single part of him aflame. Time seemed to somehow still and speed by and before either of them even considered pulling away both their phones were going off. houseMATES Remus: It’s noon. Are you guys ready to head out soon? Sirius was still, his forehead pressed against James’. “Who is it?” Sirius managed to breathe out, still clearly recovering. “Moony- its uh noon.” “Noon!? What the fuck, it was just barely 9:30-” Sirius and James just stared at each other for another minute before cracking up. The two idiots held each other as they laughed and laughed. “So we’re dumb, yeah?” “The literal dumbest. Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 I think Reg called us.” James pulled Sirius in again to kiss him quickly on the lips. Considering for a moment. “Yeah, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” “Of course it’s you.” Sirius pretended to be mock annoyed at his newfound discovery that it’s been James all along that he has had feelings for. “Oh please, you’re glad it’s me.” James smirked, pulling a lock of Sirius’ hair. “Yeah, James I am.” He leaned forward to kiss James again. “Oh we’re gonna have fun with this right?? How should we tell the team? Should we just start making out in the locker room? Oh! Or what about at the end of the game?? We will win, obviously, and then shock the world with a kiss! Or-” James laughed lightly, still keeping his hands on Sirius’ waist, not quite ready to let go of this newfound discovery. “Anything you want Siri. I literally don’t care. The whole world already thinks we’re together.” The two, seemingly unable to stop themselves, once again started making out. They didn't even take a second to notice the door swing open and Regulus walk in. “Oh what the actual fuck. Do you two really think this is fucking normal??! You are clearly in love with each other, fucking christ.” The two exchanged a smirk before turning to Regulus with a mock shocked face. “Oh my goodness! You’re right, Reggie! Jamesie baby, how did we go this long without realizing!” Sirius spoke with a mock dramatic effect, but as he did the bit he realized the words were not necessarily false. How did they manage to ignore this for years? “Siri my love! We have just been complete idiots! Thankfully Reggie was here to clear things up” James kept the same over the top dramatic tone, which only caused Reggie to roll his eyes. “You two are dumb. I’m telling Remus.” Regulus said before turning to leave. Sirius and James scrambled up at the same time running to the door to pull Regulus back in. “No no no!” “Reg- wait!” Regulus let himself be pulled back in the room with one eyebrow raised. “Hm? You don’t want to let your other friend know that you two finally figured half your shit out?” James and Sirius only looked at each other, unable to figure out why that was unsettling to them. “Just let us tell him, yeah?” “Yeah please, Reg?”“Whatever.” Regulus turned and walked out of the room, seemingly without a care in the world. James and Sirius could only laugh again, before actually getting ready to head out for the game. * His NHL Debut was tonight. Regulus Black was going to be making his NHL Debut tonight, on the New York Rangers, playing with his brother. Regulus couldn't resist the feeling of giddiness that washed over him. Everything he never let himself dream. Even just last year it was looking like he would be sent to an AHL team for a while before this would happen. Yet here he was. He was sitting in the locker room listening to his captain Longbottom, whom Regulus couldn't help having a deep respect for, give them a hype up before warms ups. He watched from across the locker room where his brother and James were huddled up close at their cubbies. Kissing obnoxiously and tying each other's skates. James’ hands wander too far up Sirius’ legs. Because of course they do.“Oi Potter, hands to yourself. That's my brother.” Regulus was mostly kidding considering he had already witnessed much worse. But he couldn't help adding to the ‘locker talk’ all the other boys seemed to have down already. “Not like you didn't see worse earlier, that's what you get for not knocking!” Sirius immediately replied back, sticking his tongue out at Regulus. The rest of the locker room cheered and hollered. Clearly none of them actually cared if something was truly going on between James and Sirius. It made him feel a certain type of way. A team this supportive was a pipe dream, and the fact that his brother had this, the fact that he had this, was incredible. As they were getting ready to head out, Moody pulled him aside and went over the game plan again. Regulus knew this part inside and out. He was not new to challenging other players for a variety of reasons. He wanted Regulus to challenge Crouch during warmups. Which would set the rest of the tone for the game, everyone would know that they were one step away from a fight breaking out. If Crouch accepted. Regulus was first out onto the ice before warm-ups for the age-old tradition of making your ‘rookie lap’. Which Regulus has thought was stupid since he even knew what it was. It was just skating around in a circle shooting a bunch of pucks at an empty net before anyone else came on the ice. Could be therapeutic he always assumed, if an entire audience wasn't there watching your every move. Regulus had been playing Hockey his entire life. He had played on one of the best collegiate teams in the country. He was still not prepared for the absolute madness that erupted when he skated on for his Rookie lap. The whole audience screamed his name, people had made posters, it was so unlike anything he could have imagined. He couldn't help smirk as he skated around, shooting pucks like it was all he had ever known. Before he knew it the rest of the players began skating out. He saw Sirius and James from his side skate out, and as he skated around the edge he saw him. Barty Crouch Jr. He had been studying him for months, Regulus figured he would know him anywhere. Regulus pretended like he hadn't just accidentally crashed into the boards while he was busy staring, but of course the asshole came skating out holding his helmet still. Like he was just in no rush at all for warm ups. Like he was too good for it. It wasn't until he saw Crouch looking around before catching his eye on something near Regulus, smirking, and sitting down on the ice near the centerline. He started stretching looking up directly at Regulus across the ice. His eyes were insane. Completely batshit. Barty Crouch Jr looked like he wanted to completely obliterate him. The challenge in his eyes sent him immediately skating to centerline to stretch directly across from where Crouch sat. “Well, well, well, if it isn't Baby Black in the flesh. We’re destined to fight tonight I hear” His voice sounded like poison. Like it would sink into Regulus and burn him from within. There was something so unsettling about him. Regulus was intrigued.“Don’t fucking call me that, Crouch.” He saw the other man run his tongue across his bottom lip before pausing a few moments too long before replying. “Alright just Baby, then? Didn’t think that’d work for you but guess I don't know you at all. Care to change that, baby?” Regulus had a moment earlier in the day where he worried about fighting this man. Where he worried that he spent so much time watching him fight it would feel like fighting a celebrity. Someone he respected. Or someone he had respected. Until now. Crouch was a fucking asshole, he should have guessed that a man who built his career on beating the shit out of other men would be an asshole. He didn't want to unpack what that said about him. An issue for another day when he decided to finally seek therapy. “Oh fuck you. So, are we fighting or not?” Regulus kept his face even and tried not to let this asshole get to him already. He needed to keep a clear head if he had any hope of beating him. “Oh, you already knew we were fighting. This is simply a formality hm? Anyways I figure I'll trip one of your little roommates and it’ll set you off and then we will go? Give the press a perfect little story.” “How do you know my roommates, what the fuck Barty?” “Oh baby, first name basis already?? There’s hope for you yet.” and then he fucking winked. He was so infuriating. Regulus, possibly for the first time, was actually excited to beat someone up. Usually it felt like a job, a terrible task, a job necessity. But this felt cosmic. Like he was put on this earth to punch Barty Crouch Jr. “Anyways, what would piss you off more? If I tripped Sirius? Or- oh! High sticking Potter? Bruising his pretty little face, hm? A bit of blood would suit his skin tone so nicely don't you think?” Regulus only stared back. Regulus stood up from his stretching position, Barty following immediately. The two of them standing about 12 inches apart, hovering over the centerline. “Touch either of them, and it’s your fucking funeral.” “Well if you don't choose, I'll decide myself.” He started skating away. “It’s been Such a pleasure, Baby.” Crouch made a mocking kissy face at Regulus. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?” Regulus knew he looked absolutely feral. He would be lucky if he didn't kill the guy when they fought. Barty seemed to study him for a moment. “Hm, I think watching your face bleed will be simply beautiful. My most favourite canvas perhaps.” Barty just winked before skating off. Regulus was pissed. More pissed off than he could remember being. He fucking knew Barty had done this on purpose. Maybe this was his bit? He learned what would really get under his opponents skin. Regulus had to agree it would make for good tv. Regulus skated over to the bench and right to Moody. “Fights set. No timeline. He’s targeting Sirius or James.” Regulus said the last part quietly, guiltily almost. But Moody only nodded, like he had already expected that. “If he hurts either of-” but luckily Moody cut him off. “Listen, kid. It’s not normal to be on a NHL team with your brother and your best friend.” Regulus started to speak up that James Potter was most definitely not his best friend but Moody continued. “You’re an enforcer. He’s an enforcer. He will try whatever he can to set you off now that you’ve agreed to fight. I’ll brief Black and Potter. You just make sure you do your fucking job and keep your head in this game. You win this fight. Do you hear me??” Regulus couldn't imagine losing. Watching Barty fucking Crouch standing over him smirking, simply felt like a nightmare to him. No, he wanted Barty down on the ice. Bleeding from a hit that Regulus threw. He would prove himself to the fans, and prove himself to fucking Barty Crouch.“Yes Coach. I hear you. I’ll win.” And Regulus would.
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Chapter 4: September Preseason Fight 1Regulus wasn't nervous. Or, well he wouldn't be if he continued telling himself that. He wasn’t sure what the issue was really. He had never gotten nervous before a fight before. He, admittedly, loved the rush of it all. He couldn't exactly put his finger on what he liked about fighting. Perhaps the control of it all? Using his hands alone to assert himself. Maybe he liked the pain. Maybe he enjoyed the blood. Barty could only describe his current emotion as elated. Or, well he would be once he finally got to fight Regulus Black. He never got nervous before fights. Admittedly, he loved the rush of it all. He knew exactly what he loved about it. He loved using his hands alone to hurt someone. He liked seeing streaks of red fly off of someone and land on the crisp white ice. Imagery that only poets could dream of. The intimacy of your fist meeting your opponents face, tearing it open, bruising the delicate skin. Barty lived for it. Regulus Black would be his greatest conquest. He watched every fight Regulus Black has ever been in. He knew he wanted to fight Black from the first time he saw him bleed. Regulus was beautiful, his pale skin and black hair contrasting so nicely with his bright red blood. Barty was only a man after all, how could he resist?? **Regulus watched Barty skate off the ice to get ready for the top of the game. He needed to lock in, and not be distracted by a certain brown haired psychopath. Barty watched Regulus skate off the ice to get ready for the top of the game. Oh he was locked in, completely distracted by the idea of making a gorgeous black haired man bleed at his hands. What a beautiful life this was. **The game started shortly after, opening ceremonies going off without a hitch. He wasn’t on the starting lineup so Regulus got to stay put on the bench through all the dramatics, and a frustratingly off-key choir singing the national anthem. He couldn't help himself, sneaking side eye looks at his new rival every few moments. What did surprise him, at least at first, was that Barty had not taken his eyes off of Regulus even once. He had the craziest look in his eyes, and it was a look Regulus had seen before. He always thought that the look Barty gave his opponents before fighting was verging on flirtatious, like he was getting off on the fight or something ridiculous. Obviously, Regulus knew that was not what was happening. He still couldn't resist looking over and making sure Barty was still watching him. There was something almost comforting about maintaining the man's undivided attention. When the game started, Regulus forced himself to tear his eyes off Barty in exchange for watching James and Sirius. Coach had given them a warning that Barty was likely going to be targeting them. The game plan was that if Barty did try anything- Frank would skate off immediately starting a shift change and giving Regulus the chance to get onto the ice legally before he would retaliate. Fighting legally in hockey was all about the loopholes. The rules in place were ancient and had been unchanged basically since the 80’s. Regulus just had to remember to make eye contact and drop gloves together before pouncing. By Regulus’ first shift he was feeling on top of the world. It was his first NHL game, he was likely going to have a decent fight, and he was doing it all on one of the best teams out there. Nothing and no one could bring him down, he was fairly sure of it. He skated back to the bench, not a terrible shift, but he had some decent offensive chances he made the most of. He felt something shift the next moment, Barty was skating across the ice. Regulus couldn’t miss him if he tried. He was heading right towards Sirius. He heard James turn and shout “Frank!- go” to which Frank followed immediately. They all knew that (more than likely) Barty was not going after Sirius to harm him, but simply to piss off Regulus. Him going after James would annoy Regulus for sure, but Sirius? That was the target that Barty was sure would rile him up. Frank hit the bench seconds later and before Frank could even get the words. “Reg its all you” out, Regulus was skating across the ice. Barty had Sirius pressed against the boards, a completely wicked look in his eyes. Sirius was shouting at him, James a few feet away looking absolutely pissed. Regulus could take a guess that James was exercising all of his self control to not step in. They all agreed, the team would let Barty bait whoever he wanted, and Regulus would deal with it. “Jeez, baby. Took you long enough, thought I was going to have to fight Potter over there for a second.” Barty was spitting at him as Regulus had him grabbed by the jack of his Jersey ripping him off Sirius. He vaguely heard the whistle blow as James and Sirius backed up enough that they wouldn't be in the way. “Fuck you, Crouch. So are we doing this?” Regulus was skating around Barty, keeping eye contact, he threw his gloves off one at a time waiting for Barty to do the same. “Damn, demoted to last name again? Oh, we are doing this all right. I’ve been waiting for you.” Barty’s smile turned absolutely enchanting- what the fuck. Disturbing! Disturbing was the actual word Regulus was thinking of. Calling someone about to punch you ‘enchanting’ felt like something he was not ready to unpack. Barty threw his gloves off and had hands on Regulus before he could blink. Shit. He knew Barty was fast and brutal. But being on the other side of this man's wrath was intense. Barty got the first punch in, and Regulus knew it split skin. Hitting the top of his cheek bone right under his eye. He was punching with the purpose of causing damage. His helmet flew off, clattering somewhere across the ice. Most fighters, even Barty most of the time, wouldn't start with the face. He was doing this on purpose. “Oh fuck. Just like I thought.” Barty was murmuring, hitting the same spot on Regulus’ face that he just hit, splitting skin further. Regulus couldn't help but shout in pain, he knew with both their helmets off now he had mere seconds left in this fight before they were ripped off each other. He retaliated with a matching punch, if he was going to bleed there was no way he was letting Barty off unscathed. The second his fist hit Barty’s face, he laughed. Barty threw his head back and laughed? Regulus was caught so off guard he barely was able to wrap his head around that before Barty had two hands in his jersey, half ripping it off. Regulus grabbed at Barty’s jersey as well, getting it over his head, the rest of it came off easily. It was rare, not unheard of, but fairly rare for a player to actually get another's jersey off in a fight. What the hell was this man playing at? Once his jersey was off, which Regulus was now realizing was an intentional act of distraction. Because Barty had now grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the ice. Regulus knew his head was going down first. He was for sure getting a concussion out of this. What a fucking disappointment that this fight would- and he felt a hand under his head right before he landed. The hand left as soon as it broke the fall of his head hitting the ice. Barty was laughing still, as if this was the most fun he had ever had in his life. He was on top of Regulus straddling him as he got one more punch in to Regulus’ nose. The sound Barty made was, unfortunately, not unbecoming. The refs had hands on Barty immediately, James and Sirius not far behind. As they were about to pull him off, Barty leaned down to his ear. “My new favourite drug, I think.” Barty said before the refs were able to drag him off. Regulus was, basically, fine. Sitting on the ice staring as the Refs fought a now seemingly truly pissed off Barty. Barty made eye contact with Regulus, bringing his hand covered in Regulus’ blood to his lips and ran his tongue over it. He was licking his blood off his hands?! Regulus widened his eyes. Vaguely he heard them both being kicked out of the game. Apparently the fight was considered ‘unprompted’ on Regulus’ part. Barty was called for unsportsmanlike conduct, so he likely said some shit as the refs pulled him away. Regulus was being escorted off the ice, while the entire crowd screamed and cheered his name. He could get used to this. “Reg! Fuck- Reggie are you okay??” Sirius was skating after him, catching up right before he headed back to the locker room. “I’m fine Sirius, go fucking win.” Regulus let himself be escorted back to the medical area of their locker room. Luckily he didn't need stitches, and some medical glue managed to hold the cut on his face together. His nose wasn’t broken, thankfully. They did a quick concussion test. The doctor was going on about his head hitting the ice. He didn’t realize that no one else saw Barty cushion his fall. In fairness, it was insane. Why did Barty do that? Regulus quickly changed out of his kit, and into a more sensible shorts and team t-shirt. He wasn’t sure if he would be called for any press at the end of the game. He hoped not, but he knew the fight would be talked about. Once the team doctor left to head back onto the ice Regulus had the room to himself. He grabbed one of the iPads and pulled up the fight. He loved studying fights and was curious to see what this one looked like from the other side. Honestly, they looked hot. They were keeping insane eye contact, anyone watching from the outside likely would just assume they were concentrating. But Regulus knew better, he knew how Barty fought. Genuinely angry, like he could take down the entire world with his fists. He looked to Regulus like he was the world. It was terrifying, being on the opposite side of that much power and tension. He was fucked. Barty would want to fight him again, and he wasn’t sure he would be able to get out as unscathed as he did this time. Barty was out for blood, his blood, that much was sure. Still watching the video, Barty had a look about him as he laughed. A man genuinely deriving pleasure from Reg screaming out in pain. Regulus shivered. Hands suddenly covered his eyes from behind. Panicking he dropped the ipad, the sounds of them grunting and fighting still playing through the ipad speakers. Lips were against his ear in a second “Now Baby, if you wanted a replay you could have come found me.” Regulus took the split second to regain his composure before grabbing Barty’s wrists and throwing him off. Turning around to face him, Barty looked a fucking mess. His eye already turning black and blue. His cut still dripping blood down his face. “Did your team doctor not look at that?” Regulus asked softly. Barty seemed to ignore him, his eyes focused on the cut on Regulus’ own face. “Aiming at the same spot I hit so we would have matching bruises is quite…poetic… don't you think, baby?” Regulus was seconds away from shying away. Barty’s gaze on him was intoxicating. Unfocused, with his guard down, Barty had a hand on Regulus’ neck. Before Regulus could even blink he was pressed up against the door. “What the fuck- Crouch let me go.” “I don't like that. Use my real name.” Barty’s tone had changed, he wasn't growling, but he was mad. He looked like he was mad about something else, he was watching him carefully. “Use my real name when I hurt you.” Regulus, confused, opened his mouth to respond but before he had the chance Barty had a hand on his face over the cut. He ran his finger over the glue. Regulus hissed at the pain, which only seemed to egg Barty on further. With his thumb right under the cut he dug into Regulus’ face and pulled down as hard as he could until the cut ripped open again, tearing right through the glue. Regulus couldn't help the gasp of pain he let out. “Crouch- what, what the fuck.” His brain was short circuiting. His face was throbbing in pain, Barty still had his hands on the cut, tugging it apart. “Fuck- stop! What the fuck is wrong with you??” “I said to use my name when I hurt you. I don’t think I’ll ask again.” Barty was quiet, but not a soft quiet. A loud quiet, a quiet that seemed to buzz around electrifying the entire room. “Fuck. You.” Regulus managed to spit out, as Barty’s hand tightened on his neck. Barty raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “Hm.” Barty seemed to consider for a moment, but like hell was he going to give into this asshole. Regulus, admittedly, enjoyed feeling another man's hand on his throat. In the right situations. This particular situation was perhaps getting slightly out of hand as Barty’s hand was only getting tighter, cutting off more and more of his air. Regulus knew he was sputtering, unable to help himself as he tried desperately to suck in air. Barty was close to him, close enough that their lips were almost touching. Regulus could barely make out the feel of Barty’s breath against his lips, he was trying to concentrate but his mind was starting to float. Just as Regulus was about to give in and say his name just to get a second back to clear his head of the cloud that was filling in- it all went black. “Reg?!”“Regulus!”“Reggie?? What’s wrong with him??”“Maybe he fell asleep?” Regulus opened his eyes to the entire team standing over him. Sirius, James, and Frank kneeling on the floor around him. Regulus was laid out on the floor, propped up against his own cubby. “Sorry-” Regulus coughed a bit, his throat feeling raw. “Must have fallen asleep.” He faked a light laugh as the rest of the guys laughed along. James and Sirius did not seem convinced, but he would talk to them later. He shot a glance at them hoping that it delivered the message of ‘later please’. “Lucky for you- slept right through the press. Games over, we obviously won.” Sirius chimed in excitedly. Helping Regulus stand up. “Good thing they were able to just glue that cut. Looked nasty, we really thought you were going for stitches.” Regulus had a short moment of panic as he remembered Barty tearing back open the cut, completely ruining the glue that was there. But if Sirius was talking about the glue….his own hand went up to feel the cut and sure enough. There it was, completely glued up again. What the fuck. “You look a bit out of it, Reg. James? You ready to go?” James, who had already grabbed his own and Regulus’ bags, was halfway to the door. “Yeah, I already told Coach we were heading out.” Regulus let himself be lead out the door. Honestly he was mostly feeling fine with the exception of his head still spinning a bit, and the pain on his cheek feeling doubled since it was ripped open and then apparently glued back together while he was passed out. He should tell someone, he knew this. He should, of course, tell someone. A player on the other team broke into their locker room, assaulted him until he passed out, and then left him on the floor. A small, sick part of Regulus couldn't help but think somewhere in the back of his mind he glued my cut back up. He wasn't sure why that thought was causing his stomach to flutter. The same flutter he felt when Barty tackled him to the ice, but broke his fall protecting his head. He absolutely should not be flattered by this. He should be angry. He should be mad. He should walk back to Moody’s office and demand Crouch be reprimanded. Instead, he let himself be led home. James and Sirius sat up front as Regulus rode in the back, still mostly checked out. “What the fuck happened, Reg. You don’t fall asleep on the floor of the locker room. I know you fainted.” “You don't know anything, Sirius.” Regulus deflected quickly, knowing he wasn't fooling anyone. “Regulus I am not joking around, what happened? If you don’t tell me then I am turning this car around and taking you right to the hospital.” Well that wasn't ideal. Regulus knew Sirius wasn’t bluffing either. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Can you just trust me that I am fine?” The last thing he needed was for James or Sirius to find out what really happened and either tell Coach, or worse, retaliate themselves. One punch from Barty would have James out for an entire month. “Reg- I really can’t. Hockey injuries are no joke, especially head ones.”“Look I’ll talk to Remus. He can then decide if i'm okay or not, yeah?” James and Sirius looked back and forth at each other, communicating in their weird silent way. “Thats a great idea actually. He should come home tonight anyways.” Sirius seemed suddenly 100% okay with this idea, which threw Regulus off for just a split second before realizing that of course he would like this idea. Because Remus would know Regulus was hurt, he would leave his date and come home immediately. “Of course that’s why you two are fine with this. Are we really not going to discuss why you two cant go 30 minutes without your precious moon or whatever?” “Its Moony. Moony. I’ll have you know that we did discuss it last night. He knows that James and I just don't want another person around all the time. We like our friend group the way it is.” “Yeah friend group. Is that why you guys were on top of each other making out in bed this morning? Very friendly.” Sirius only scoffed but James finally spoke up. “Yes, well Sirius and I are romantically together. Now I didn't know I’d have to explain this to you but when two people love each other very much-”“So it was a prank!? The whole ‘we aren't romantic were so super platonic blah blah blah’ what the fuck kind of prank is that, you two really are stupid.” “It wasn’t a prank Reg. It just uh, took us a bit to realize everything.”“Thats worse, you realize that’s so much worse?? You sleep in the same bed, sit on top of each other, and have never been able to live or work apart from each other- and you just today realized you like each other romantically???” They had enough sense to at least look like maybe they are realizing how actually insane they have been. “Doesn't matter. Jamie’s my best friend. Now he’s still my best friend but we get to f-”“Nope. You’re still my brother. Gross.” Regulus rolled his eyes and left the car, basically stomping up to his room. Grateful to leave behind Sirius and James who would be getting up to god knows what.
remus lupin: I was informed you fainted and refuse to talk to your brother or James?
regulus black: i was informed you’d be coming home to discuss. James and Sirius practically threw a party. sorry to ruin your date with henry.
remus lupin: We did not hit it off. I was planning to drop him off and come home anyway.
regulus black: i’ll be in my room.
Regulus immediately dropped his shit and stripped quickly. He usually liked to shower at the rink but with all the drama with him ‘fainting’ he just wanted to let Sirius and James take him home. He was grateful to them for getting him out, Sirius knew that attention like that could easily send him spiraling. He could talk a lot of shit about his brother, but at the end of the day he really was a good fucking big brother. Incredibly hard to be annoyed with. At least for the long term. He took a look at himself once he was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. He really did look bad. He usually looked a mess after a fight but this was not a normal fight. His entire left side of his face was black and blue and slightly swollen. The cut under his eye looked nasty, glued up luckily, but Regulus knew the truth about that as well. He had a few small bruises across his chest and shoulders, just from being jostled around likely. The bruises he was going to have a very hard time explaining was the very clear hand mark wrapping beautifully around his neck. He immediately shut that thought down. It was not beautiful- he was choked- and not the sexy fun kind. (so why did it feel so good?) shutting more of his inner thoughts down again he sat back on his bed. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain any of this to Remus. He would have to swear him to secrecy. He picked up his clothes off the floor to place into the hamper and a paper fell from his pocket. He was confused for only a moment before realizing who it must be from. fuck. “Baby, thank you for today.
I was right about you. I can’t wait to break you.
its Barty by the way xx”
It was in a weirdly elegant handwriting, his number scribbled across the bottom. He crumpled it up and threw it across the room in a quick rage. How dare this man think he has ANY hold on him?? He came into his locker room to attack him and then leaves him with a fucking note? His phone number?? Barty Fucking Crouch was sick. and Regulus Black would absolutely not be interacting with him anymore.
Coach: Great Job tonight. Wonderful NHL debut. We play the Isles again next week. You’ll fight again, clear?
Regulus Black 77: Yes Sir, Crystal. I look forward to it.
fuck.
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NY POST: Islanders vs Rangers. Crouch vs Black. What a night!
We kicked off the preseason last night with our first preseason game of the year. New York Rangers took the W with the score coming in at a whopping 5-2. Our first glimpse at the lines in action was a surprisingly happy event. Sirius Black and James Potter (who got a hat trick) together are unstoppable. We at the post can't think of another NHL line that produces as well as theirs. Even though Frank Longbottom, the teams captain and first line winger opposite Black, did well- he is not keeping up with Black and Potter. This could prove to be an issue for the future, but for now we are just happy to see Black and Potter scoring as much as they are. At the conclusion of the game Potter and Black seemed to share a rather passionate kiss, despite the claims that they simply are platonic best friends.
An unsurprising occurrence last night was the much awaited Barty Crouch/Regulus Black fight. We saw Crouch and Black chatting during warmups, which was our signal that the fight would be indeed happening. We did not expect Regulus Black to hold his own in a fight of that caliber. Most enforcers won't consider fighting Crouch anymore, while Black walked right into it fully aware. If we have to say a winner/loser of the fight- Crouch clearly had the upper hand, taking Black down with an incredible ease and ending the fight atop him. Both players got themselves a game misconduct. Neither player has been fined or suspended for any further games, though. The fight was agreed upon, and for the most part, legal up until helmets came off.
In the preseason we will play the Islanders two more times. We are curious to see if Crouch and Black will continue their rivalry and fight again, or if the teams are sufficiently aware that the other enforcer is not to be messed with.
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When Remus had gotten home the night before he had immediately gone to Regulus’ room. Apparently, Regulus had fainted and promptly made a deal with James and Sirius that he would only discuss the happenings with him. This did not make a lot of sense to Remus if he was being honest. It sounded like a fairly straightforward situation?? Kid gets the shit beat out of him. Kid is overwhelmed. Kid is alone in the locker room, clearly reeling over a bad fight. Kid faints. Perhaps the black and white outlook of it all wasn’t good for Remus. He had gotten in trouble in the past for seeing things so clearly one way or the other. When he made his way into Reg’s room- he was passed out. Sleeping this time, not fainted. At least Remus hoped. He made the executive decision to stay with him, waking him every 2 hours just on the very slight chance that the doctors were wrong and he was concussed. One peculiar thing that Remus did find in Reg’s room was a paper crumpled by the bed. Remus wouldn't exactly call himself nosy- but in Regulus’ completely pristine room, the note was out of place. He picked it up and read it before he could think twice about the moral aspect of reading someone else’s notes. “Baby, thank you for today.
I was right about you. I can’t wait to break you.
its Barty by the way xx”
Oh what the fucking hell. Remus looked back and forth between the letter and the sleeping Regulus. What the hell are you doing Reg. Remus tried his best to get some sleep, but between waking Reg and trying to interpret the weirdest letter he had ever seen, he maybe got an hour. The next morning Remus went downstairs to grab the post like he did every morning, but still made his way back to Regulus’ room to make sure he woke up. So maybe Remus was a bit paranoid about Hockey accidents, you couldn't exactly blame him for that one. Remus noticed that Regulus was perhaps a bit too still, and eventually saw Reg open one eye quickly before shutting it again. “I know you’re up, care to explain this? I know you saw it in my hand so you’re now pretending to sleep.” Regulus groaned but moved just slightly so he was properly sat in bed. He looked awful, well and truly awful. Half of his face looked like it had the shit beaten out of it, which I guess made sense since that is exactly what happened.“If I said it wasn't what it looks like would you believe me?” Remus thought about that for a moment. “I would consider it, if whatever you tell me next doesn't sound like a lie.” “Crouch left me that note. In my pocket.” Remus raised an eyebrow, nodding to regulus as if to say ‘Go on?’. “Listen, he said some weird shit to me during the fight and then afterwards he…” Reg paused for too long. Remus was about to chime in but then Regulus started up again, quicker and almost desperate sounding. “Remus, you have to promise me you wont tell Sirius or James any of what I’m about to say. I don’t- do this. I am only considering talking to you because I very genuinely think Sirius wasn't bluffing and will drag my ass to the hospital. Promise me, please.” Now it was Remus’ turn to pause and consider. Surely he knew how big of an ask he was requesting, Remus didn’t lie to Sirius or James. Ever. But on the flip side, if Regulus was this desperate to talk to someone about this, he knew he was the safest option. With James and Sirius both on the team- they were wild cards. If Barty was involved here, shit could get messy on the ice if James and Sirius knew anything untoward was happening. “Fine, I promise. On the condition of there being no actual risk to you here. Sirius would never forgive me.” “Fine, I accept your condition. Crouch wanted to fight me, made some comments about him really enjoying the fight. He followed me back into the locker room and uh-” “He left you what I can only assume is some type of love letter, Reg. I can likely infer what happened in the locker room…?” Remus did not want to believe that Regulus and Crouch were hooking up but it wouldn't exactly be shocking. Remus watched that fight back and there was something going on there. Remus couldn't put his finger on it, but Remus had seen enough hockey fights in his day to know something was going on between the two of them. “No! No. We didn’t- do that. We didn’t do anything.” Remus just waited, letting Regulus control his thoughts. “He um, ripped my cut open again. Like right through the glue. He was trying to get me to say something, and I refused. He, well, choked feels like the wrong word. But uh the next thing I knew I was waking up and James and Sirius were there.” What in the ever loving- “He choked you until you fainted??? Regulus, you are a smart kid. I need you to tell me why you didn’t report that immediately! And what the fuck is this note then??” Remus admittedly was protective over Regulus. This was his best friend's little brother after all. And they’d managed to really bond over the last week. Their ice cream nights were some of Remus’ new favourite times. Regulus was creative, smart, funny even. So excuse him for maybe over reacting slightly to news that Reg got choked out in their locker room. A safe space for athletes. Especially at their home rink. Remus was fuming and he couldn't really hide it. “Fuck- Remus, listen. I had it under control.”“You did? So you let him rip open a glued cut on your face, that he gave you by the way, and then you let him choke you until you fainted. Forgive me for not believing that you had it under control. What the fuck is that note? It has his phone number on it- what was that some weird form of fucking foreplay??” Remus said it incredulously like it was an almost laughable idea. But the new blush on Reg’s cheeks, and the way he is looking down, avoiding Remus’ gaze tells another story. “No. Fucking. Way.” “It wasn’t foreplay. But I didn’t um hate it…?” Remus’ eyes went wide, mouth dropped open, unable to get words out. “I’m not stupid, I know that something is clearly wrong with him. It was a fucked up situation, but I found the note, crumpled it and was going to ignore it.” “So you aren’t going to call him?” “Fuck no. He’s actually insane.” “But you won’t allow me to tell Sirius and James any of this?” “Please, you can’t.” Regulus wasn’t above begging when it suited him. Remus felt slightly like he was being manipulated here, but he didn't really have an option. He promised, and from what it seemed at this exact moment, Reg was right and there was likely any active threat to him. “We don’t keep secrets in this house.” Remus figured he would try once more to get permission to talk to James and Sirius. Hopefully this would be a complete non-issue, but if it wasn’t he wished at least James or Sirius could be aware if it translated into an on-ice issue. Regulus though, only scoffed. “Yeah, sure you don’t. This house may actually have more secrets than I’ve ever held in my entire life.” Regulus’ tone was bitter now, and he was clearly annoyed by Remus trying to bring his brother into this. “We really don’t Reg, there’s a reason we have all been friends for so long.” “Alright, friends yeah. Are you aware that James and Sirius are together? You must be because you don’t keep secrets, yeah?” Remus scrunched his face in confusion. “Yeah it’s morning and they usually sleep in the same bed, I do too sometimes. That isn’t news.” “No. Together together. Fully romantically, making out in bed together.” Remus felt his brain short circuit. There was no way. Sirius and James were two of the biggest loudmouths that he knew. They were his closest friends- he even felt- well he couldn't be sure what he felt. But he felt strongly for them. “Please.” Remus scoffed. “I'd know if they were dating. Romantically or whatever.” Remus tried for a cool calm and collected tone but he was aware it absolutely came across slightly panicked. “Alright sure, so I must have imagined them kissing in bed then. Enjoy your delusion. Now please get out.” “Whatever Reg.” “Why don’t you go join them hm? You all cuddle allll the time, yeah?” Regulus said it like it was a challenge, and Remus was not about to back down. “You know, I think I will. You wanna come with me and I’ll prove it to your little concussed brain?” “Actually, I’d love that.” Regulus hopped out of bed, much too chipper for someone who just had the literal life beaten out of them, but who was he to judge? Remus was placing a lot of trust in Sirius and James, but he always had- and always would. He knew they wouldn’t lie about something this huge. Remus and Regulus quietly walked down the hall. Remus was not sneaking. That needs to be on the record. He was just…walking quietly. He got to James’ room where he assumed the two of them crashed, and he flung the door open. James was making out with Sirius. Sirius was straddling James. Remus could only stare, watching James’ hand intertwine in Sirius’ hair. Sirius moaning into James’ mouth. James noticed first. “Remus! Shit- hey. Come in.” Remus noticed Regulus had already disappeared. He wanted to be mad at Regulus he really did, but how long would the two of them have managed to keep this from him if he hadn’t physically walked in on them. “No, I don’t think I will. Wouldn’t want to interrupt whatever this is.” Remus made a hand motion gesturing around the room. “Moony, moons, hang on.” Sirius was scrambling to get up off of James. Remus was seconds away from reaching the doorknob when a hand closed around his wrist. “How long?” Remus sounded cold, detached. He knew it too. He hated talking to his friends like this, but this was a huge thing to keep from him. “It was literally only yesterday, Remus we just figured all of this out. Please don’t be mad at us.” Sirius was verging on begging. James looked close to tears as he sat cross legged on the bed. Remus looked between the two of them. If it really was only yesterday, could he really be that mad? Hell, yesterday he had been on a date with another man. Remus didn’t think too much about why that fact alone almost felt like he was cheating on them. Remus shook his head. There was no them. They were all friends. Severely codependent, yes. But friends nonetheless.
So why does this hurt so badly??
Remus took a moment and gathered his emotions. He was not going to ruin their trust or friendship over a single incident. Did it feel good? Being left out? Absolutely not. Did he think James and Sirius meant to make him feel bad? Looking at their faces for a single second would alleviate that idea rather quickly. “Don’t lie to me again. Please.” The last word came out desperate, begging almost. “Please.” “Moony, you mean everything to us. We were going to tell you. You were already about to leave for your date when we got our heads out of our asses. Also, to be fair we did kiss after the game. Like a proper kiss.” James was the pragmatic one. No, that's not correct. Remus was the pragmatic one, but between James and Sirius- James was usually the more rational one. “Jamie, You know I love you, but you and Sirius kiss all the time. It wasn’t exactly groundbreaking. Even the post was unconvinced that anything had changed.” Remus considered this entire situation for a moment. He did not enjoy the feelings that started bubbling within him. He thinks he may be slightly jealous, and the thought was making him sick. He loved James and Sirius more than anything, and surely if he felt romantically about either of them he would have realized this years earlier? Yet all Remus could think of was the way that James and Sirius held each other moments earlier. Sirius straddling James, shifting his hips back and forth over James. Remus shook his head slightly trying to remove those insane thoughts from his head. This was dangerous, and completely off limits. He did not feel romantically about anyone, let alone his best friends who apparently were dating now. “We were not going to hide, moony. It really just hadn’t come up yet. Please don’t be mad? Come cuddle with us.” Sirius sat back down on the bed and held his arms out for Remus to join. Remus stayed over by the door, contemplating. “I’m not really tired, I think I’m gonna go for a run. I’ll catch back up with you later.” Remus regretted the words the second they left his mouth. He wasn’t going for a run and they knew it. He couldn’t go for a run even if he wanted to with the shape his hip was in. “For the record, I’m happy for you both. This makes sense.” Remus wasn’t lying. He was truly happy for them, they both clearly had feelings for eachother for a long while. That much was evident to anyone with eyes who came within twenty feet of them. Remus wasn’t sure why he was suddenly feeling like he was going to cry. But he quickly left James’ room, even though he heard James saying something about wanting him to stay. He all but ran back into Regulus’ room. “You’re a dick you know.” Remus sat on the edge of Regulus’ bed, where Reg was back to lounging. “I know. I shouldn’t have told you. I’m… sorry or whatever.” “Wow, a real apology from Regulus Black. I'll have to celebrate this day as a national holiday. Sirius will never believe me.” Reg only just rolled his eyes. “Well?” Regulus started. “What are you going to do about it?” Regulus sat up a bit straighter in bed. “About what??” Remus couldn’t think of a single thing at this moment he could do, save for going and having a smoke and a drink at 8am. “Don’t be dim, Lupin. I’m asking about what you’re going to do about your more than obvious crush on those two idiots down the hall.” Remus’ eyes widened, he started sputtering as if to deny. Because that was what he did in this situation. It's what he has been doing for years. Deny.Deny. Deny. “No, you’re not going to lie to me. Not to me. I already know, you’re not as subtle as you think.” Remus caved immediately. “Well, apparently it’s subtle enough that they didn’t notice.” Regulus, to his credit, didn’t gloat that he was correct. He kept his face surprisingly neutral. “Yes, well. You’ve met them?” Remus couldn’t help laugh. “Yeah, once or twice.” The two of them laughed for a moment. Until Regulus lit up like a christmas tree. Admittedly a weird look for the usually more stoic broody man. “I’ve got a plan. Just trust me, yeah?” Remus just nodded. He wasn’t sure what Reg was up to, and honestly it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like there was actually anything Reg could do or plan to make James or Sirius realize he liked them. God, even admitting that to himself was terrifying. He made a point to tuck these feelings back, deeply, into his head.
God, Remus was so fucked. * Regulus usually would refer to himself as smart. Regulus graduated top of his class, even while staying the top hockey player in his entire division. He even went so far as to double major in creative writing and English lit. Doing two degrees that required quite a lot of time reading and writing, while attending practices, mandatory team parties, and games, he knew he was smart. So why he was sitting here with Barty Crouch’s number in his hand, he was not sure. He was not going to actually text him. Simply, he couldn’t possibly imagine what Barty would even need to say to him??
Yeah I had a great time beating you up ;)
So sorry for the whole choking thing, super an accident.
Remember when I left you on the floor of your locker room?
There was nothing that needed to be said between them. Regulus definitely did not want to talk to Barty Crouch. The man was a menace. Maybe an actual psychopath. What kind of person does even a fraction of what he experienced at Barty’s hands the other day? What kind of person would rip open a cut like that? Without a second thought??
And what kind of person would enjoy that? Hm Regulus?
An equally as sick part of Regulus’ brain considered that. What did this all make him? Perhaps Barty just wanted to fight again? They played the Islanders two more times in preseason. It was admittedly good press. What kind of team player would Regulus be if he didn’t do this? For the team, of course.
Regulus: Leaving your phone number in my pocket’s a bit desperate isn’t it? Couldn’t wait for warmups next week to challenge me to another fight?
Regulus hit send before he could overthink that interaction. He was going to throw his phone across the room so he couldn’t stare at it, suddenly wanting an answer too badly. Before he could even think, his phone buzzed.
BC: No more desperate than you reaching out. That eager for my hands to be on you again?
God. This kid was unashamed. Completely unhinged. Regulus was, unfortunately, intrigued.
Regulus: Not particularly. I seem to recall those hands rendering me a bit useless in the locker room. You know I should report you for that.
BC: Ah, but you won't.
Regulus: And how do you know that?
BC: Because you liked it too much.
Regulus did throw his phone at that point. Was he that easy to read?? What about his face or demeanor while being choked let Barty Crouch know that he was not exactly having a bad time.
BC: Don't have an aneurysm.
BC: Regulus?
BC: Baby?
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Regulus groaned into his pillow before getting up and walk of shaming across the bedroom to pick up his thrown phone. He was going to have to turn it off. Or change his number. Or block him. He could have done any of those things. Instead? He replied.
Regulus: What do you want from me?
BC: How did I know you’d answer to baby. It's impressive how well I can read you already.
Regulus: What.do.you.want.from.me. Last chance to answer before I block you.
BC: I don’t believe you will.
2 minutes (of regulus panicking) later.
BC: Send me a pic?
Regulus nearly choked on nothing. A picture?? What the fuck could he possibly want a picture of???
Regulus: Of what???
BC: My marks of course. Or, well they’re your marks now. Gifts. I know your neck looks lovely with my hand shaped bruises across it.
I want to see.
Regulus: Absolutely not.
BC: You’ll meet me, then.
Regulus: No?????? What is wrong with you?
BC: West Village. Leaky Cauldron. 10pm tonight. See you later Baby Black.
Regulus: Absolutely not.
BC: Don’t be late. And watch your manners this time, hm?
What the fuck. Let him say that one more time. What the fuck. He absolutely would not be meeting Barty Crouch later. But if he didn't, what if he wouldn’t fight him next week? Would Moody be mad at him? He was brought on to be an enforcer. If he can’t even get Barty Crouch to fight him, what good was he? On the other hand, he did promise Remus that he wouldn’t put himself at risk. What real risk could Crouch hold in public? Surely he wouldn’t do anything harmful in public. Fine. Regulus would go and meet him later, and once and for all tell him to leave him alone. * Barty Crouch was meeting Regulus Black tonight. Away from the ice rink. Barty was practically buzzing.Sure, Regulus hadn’t confirmed, but he would show. Barty was certain of it. “It’s 9am mate, why are you staring at your phone like that?” Evan Rosier, Barty’s closest friend, teammate, roommate, and sometimes fuckbuddy, shouted from across the living room. Evan lounging on his favourite couch. When they moved in together the one thing they could not even begin to compromise on was the couches. Barty wanted a huge black leather couch. He needed the couch to be leather. For reasons. Whereas Evan wanted this admittedly comfy sectional with 3 recliners. It was honestly good looking, and fit in well in their penthouse. Evan could usually be found on the recliner closest to the window. “Guess who texted me?” Barty smiled triumphantly. He had of course been updating Evan on the ‘Baby Black Chronicles’. When he admitted to the locker room incident Evan had called him an ‘Unhinged menace’. Which had only encouraged Barty further. Evan had let Barty press him up against the wall, showing him exactly what he did to Regulus. Biting at his lip until he saw the beautiful red trickling down his chin. Barty wasn’t usually particular in who he was sleeping with, fucking, or making bleed. Evan was fun, casual. They both knew exactly how far they could go with the other before crossing boundaries. Barty knew he was lucky to have found Evan. Lucky to live with and be so close with someone who understood his brand of crazy. Someone who let him indulge every now and then. When he was first traded to the Islanders Barty was pissed. Having spent his entire life in DC, getting drafted to the Caps was a dream come true. When they traded him that year to NYC Barty threw one of his more impressive fits. A bit of arson, crashing a car, some minor breaking and entering- nothing too wild. But it did ultimately lead him to Evan. So he was over it. Mostly. “Oh will you leave that kid alone? I seriously don’t get your obsession with him.” “Have you seen him?” Barty replied immediately. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Barty had been attracted to Regulus. He thinks he may have even told Regulus. He didn’t care. He knew Regulus felt the same way. People who weren’t attracted to him didn’t let him act that way. Barty tested the waters, looking for small reactions during the fight. The way that Regulus hit the same spot Barty did. Their now matching facial cuts. Barty was working himself up, even thinking about the previous night, ripping his cut open and watching the blood fall down Regulus’ face. He did that. He caused that beautiful pale skin to contrast the crimson. His blood, the prettiest colour that Barty had ever seen. Of course he wanted more, and he would have it. “Barty- you have to be careful. You’re playing with fire. He can easily have you suspended, if not kicked full off the team.” “He won’t.” “Whatever. But I won’t defend you if he yaps. You can’t do that again, you know. You’re lucky no one checked the cameras and saw you enter the locker room right before their star player was found unconscious.” Barty only shrugged. He didn’t feel bad. He’d do it again. His head replayed the events of the previous night in his head, he remembered watching the life drift out of Regulus. He held the other man as he slowly lost the fight with consciousness. Regulus finally falling limp in his arms, an overwhelming air of calmness over the younger man.Barty glued his face back up before leaving. Barty wanted to make every part of Regulus bruise and bleed. He wanted to heal him, reset him, and then do it again.And Again. And Again. And he would. Barty smirked before rereading his texts with Regulus. Oh yes, he would definitely show up tonight. *“Moony is going to hate us, Jamie.” Sirius cuddled further into James, tucked gently at his side. “We should have told him immediately.” James only nodded. “You’re probably right. But I think that neither of us felt like this was exactly news? I keep thinking about some of the things we’ve done over the last few years and I'm truly shocked we thought anything about this was platonic.” “Yeah Jamie, you did press me up against our front door and kiss me.” Sirius wagged his eyebrows at James. “I did, didn’t I?” James could only laugh. It was all falling into place for James. He had spent so long wondering what was wrong with him. Why no relationship ever felt correct. Sure, he had also thought he was straight his entire life. Sirius made fun of him last night and asked if he was having any ‘Gay Panic’ moments. But he really wasn’t. Being with Sirius felt correct. He couldn’t shake the tiny thought in the back of his head that something was still off, just slightly. Something was missing. Some last puzzle piece that James had yet to find. It was hard to focus on the tiny bit that felt off, and much easier to focus on Sirius’ body pressed against him. It was funny, he thought, he and Sirius had barely changed anything over the last 24 hours. Yet everything felt completely different. Where he was always comfortable with Sirius next to him, on top of him, under him, now there was an underlying heat. James was fighting the urge to flip Sirius on top of him and to feel him grind down on him again. He couldn’t help feel like a teenager. These feelings and thoughts were all so new to him. He had never been with a man before, but he knew Sirius would help him. The new feel of another man's cock against his own, even through pants, was enough to get James hard. No, not any man’s, Sirius’. He wasn’t into just any man. He was into Sirius. “Jamie?” James mumbled a ‘mhm?’ as he ran his fingers through James’ hair. “Are you my boyfriend?” James let out a quick laugh. “I think I’ve been your boyfriend for years, Siri.” James couldn't help himself and within seconds he found himself on top of Sirius. Leaning down to softly kiss his lips. “Jamie” Sirius let out breathlessly. He gripped James’ hips and forced them down so their hips were lined up. Sirius gently ground up letting their, clothed, cocks slide against each other. “Fuck.” James leaned down, unable to help himself and kissed Sirius with all of the eagerness he so desperately craved. He craved Sirius. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted to absolutely devour someone. Maybe he had never felt like this. His body was waiting so he could share this with Sirius alone. Even both in their boxers, the feeling of being on top of Sirius was euphoric. He craved more, he wanted everything. But he didn’t want to rush this. He slowed his hips to a teasing pace. Watching Sirius react to each move he made. “James- Jamie- I” Sirius’ voice was drowned with a moan, after a more aggressive flick of James’ hips. “Christ, do that again.” James obliged. The two of them let this go on for far too long. Slow and teasing hips contrasting their frantic, messy, and desperate kissing. Presenting his neck to Sirius for him to bite and suck and leave his pretty little marks on. “Shit- Sirius- Pads- fucking hell. I’m not going to last if we keep-” “Me neither. Ah James” Sirius whined his name, sounding absolutely debauched. The sound alone was enough to send James over the edge. Loudly finishing, with the sounds let out against Sirius’ mouth. Sirius followed right after, keeping his hips moving until they both couldn’t take anymore. James rolled off Sirius, but kept them so they could face each other. Kissing softly for a few minutes. “We should take these boxers off, James.” Sirius giggled. “Can’t believe you made me come in my pants like a teenager.” He had his lips back on James’ neck. You wouldn’t find James complaining. “Let’s go shower, yeah?” Sirius made a whining noise at having to stop biting at James’ neck. “I think we can find a better purpose for that mouth of yours, yeah?” James smirked before getting up and walking to the bathroom. A wide eyed Sirius scrambling up and running after him.
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Regulus was an idiot. Regulus wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t the dumbest man to walk the planet. Here he was in the middle of west village at 10:15pm about to find Barty Crouch in a bar, waiting for him. Regulus was an idiot. He also decided to lie to his roommates. Telling them he was meeting up with some old college friends in Soho. Thankfully none of them had his location or they’d know he was lying. Regulus was an idiot. It didn’t stop him from turning his phone off, slipping it in his pocket and approaching the Leaky Cauldron. Regulus had likely walked past this bar a thousand times, frequenting bars in this area like Duplex and even Stonewall on occasion. It was in a definitely gay friendly area, which was comforting at least. Regulus was an idiot. He walked inside and took a quick look around. Crouch was smart in picking his location, the bar was low lit and everyone seemed to be minding their own business. The bouncer at the door took his ID and luckily didn’t recognize him, and if he did- he didn’t so much as blink twice. Did Barty Crouch have good taste?? A thought Regulus didn’t want to put too much thought into. He wandered for another minute or so realizing the bar was rather maze-like. Small couches tucked into alcoves, a small main area that was all bar stools and a single unoccupied pool table that Regulus was sure hadn’t been used in years. He approached the bar and ordered a negroni. He got a look for that one, as he almost always did. He asked a bartender once why he always got the eyebrow raise after ordering a Negroni and the bartender simply replied “It’s pretentious. No one really enjoys the taste. They just like ordering it and sounding smart.” Much to Regulus’ dismay, it truly was his favourite drink. So he would suffer the judgy looks every once and while, and he would take his bitter drink and they could pry it from his cold dead hands. “You RAB?” The bartender asked quietly. He was shocked for a moment, his middle name wasn’t private or anything but he had never in his life been referred to like that. “Pretty Black haired boy, cut on your left cheek yeah?” Regulus only nodded, taking his drink quickly. If this was a hockey fan- it was likely the weirdest interaction he’d ever had. The bartender didn’t wait for him to confirm or deny, he couldn’t really argue with the descriptors that were used. He slid over a key to Regulus. “Third door down that hall.” The bartender walked away, starting a new drink before Regulus could even wrap his head around the key presented to him. Alarm bells were going off in his head, but it was too late. He was in too deep now to back out. All Barty would have to do was talk to the bartender to find out that he was here. So Regulus did what any (probably) sane person would do and he grabbed the key and without another second to overthink, he twisted the key into the door. As soon as the door unlocked he was quickly grabbed by his wrist and pulled inside. Regulus briefly noticed himself slammed against the door, which was apparently becoming a trend for him. He tried to look around the room and get a feel for his surroundings but he was immediately overwhelmed with Barty Crouch Jr in front of him. His arm was on the wall next to Regulus’ head, leaving Regulus unfortunately unable to look anywhere else. “You’re late.” Barty was half in shadow, the lighting in the room just barely letting Regulus make out his facial expressions.“No, actually I was perfectly on time. Someone just wasn’t very specific on where I was meant to go when I arrived. A key to a secret room left at the bar? Really? What are you a super villain?” Regulus asked with a slight scoff. “Or maybe a semi-famous hockey player who’s fairly recognizable, but even more recognizable with another hockey player? Maybe one he just beat up on national television?” Regulus felt his mouth make an O shape as he realized that Barty really thought this through. What was Regulus’ plan? To walk into a random bar and just hope no one had ever turned on a TV? “Exactly.”“Why did you ask me here?” Regulus wanted to drown himself. What a stupid fucking thing to say. Barty Crouch was standing in front of him, looking like he wanted to eat him, and Regulus asks ‘why did you ask me here’. “Ask a better question.” Barty was keeping his tone impressively calm, although his piercing eyes told a different story. Regulus’ brain was close to short circuiting. He was usually the one in charge. He took people home. It was always on his terms. Now? These weren’t his games or his rules and he found himself floundering. And unfortunately incredibly turned on. Regulus thought for a moment. He could ask Barty some other question and hope it lined up with whatever game they were playing. But Regulus couldn't take his eyes off the cut across Barty’s cheek. The cut that mirrored his own, glued shut similarly. Regulus made a quick, maybe stupid, decision and flipped them before Barty could react. Barty opened his mouth, seeming to begin to protest but Regulus quickly shot his hand up to circle his neck. Regulus thought Barty would protest but instead he only smirked, choking out a laugh as Regulus tightened his grip. “Fuck you, Crouch.” Regulus made a point to accentuate the word ‘crouch’. He felt the anger from the man in front of him. Regulus wasn’t sure why Barty hated being called Crouch so much. He heard his teammates do it, some of whom he assumed had to be friends with Barty. Regulus let his hand move from Barty’s throat up to the cut across his cheek. He let his thumb hover over it, barely brushing atop it. Without giving himself enough time to rethink his actions he dug his thumb into the cut and tore it down, just like Barty had done to him. Barty, to his credit, only let out a small gasp of pain as the cut on his face was re-opened. Blood pouring down his cheek in neat lines. “Ah, so Baby Black has some bite to him after all.” If anything, Barty seemed more pleased than anything. “Use my real name when I hurt you.” Regulus threw Barty’s own words back at him before sliding his thumb through the blood and across Barty’s bottom lip.Barty only smirked at the callback to their previous encounter. “Reg-u-lus” Barty drawled out slowly, sucking Regulus’ thumb into his mouth.
fuck.
Regulus was being outplayed here. He was confused more than anything, and unfortunately more than a little bit turned on. He wasn’t really sure when this ordeal turned sexual, but it had to be. His finger was in Barty’s mouth, he was fairly sure that went beyond your average on ice rivalry. The more Regulus considered this the more curious he got. “So is this your play? Pick a fight on the ice and use it as foreplay?” Barty only seemed to delight in that sentiment. “Foreplay, huh? Aw baby, you do like me.” Barty’s smirk turned devilish as Regulus revealed far too much simply by one line. He couldn’t help the thin line of blush that erupted atop his cheeks, making his own cut feel that much more exposed. “I’m being serious, Crouch. I’m only here because I don’t understand you. You came into my fucking locker room and choked me out.” Barty only scoffed in reply. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you just followed my directions. I wanted to play nicely.” “Play nicely?? Do you not recall ripping the cut on my face open? Right through the glue??” Barty laughed. A true genuine loud, almost terrifying laugh. “Ah, I see. You don’t think we’re the same. You think you're better. Higher, more mighty? Need I remind you- you came here tonight of your own free will. You jumped at the first chance to make me bleed. You can blame it on revenge or whatever the fuck helps you sleep at night. But I see you Regulus. You and I aren't so different.”And wasn’t that just the problem. Regulus knew all of this, of course. He wasn’t stupid. He got a sick sense of pride watching the blood drip off Barty’s face. He couldn't help admire the beautiful streaks it made, even as bits started to dry. “Don’t be scared, baby. I like it too.” Barty concluded, watching Regulus carefully. Regulus ran his other fingers through the blood on Barty’s face, almost like he was finger painting. Watching his handprint appear in blood across Barty’s neck. Regulus moved without thinking, not sure where these impulses were coming from, but following them nonetheless. He was sure this was Barty’s fault. He had unlocked something in him, Regulus was sure of it. Unlocked a part of him he had tried to bury. It seemed so obvious now though as he stood here, inches from Barty, hand coated in his blood. Regulus considered this part of him must have always existed, why else would he pick a career path where he was paid millions to make people bleed. He liked it. Barty might just be showing him how much. “I- I don’t know why i’m here.” Regulus spoke quietly, carefully. Barty considered Regulus’ words for a moment. He grabbed the hand Regulus had on his throat and ripped it off before taking his own hand and guiding Regulus by the shoulder to the small couch on the corner. “You’re here-” Barty climbed on top of Regulus, a knee on either side of him, straddling the (slightly) smaller man. “Because I intrigue you. The way you intrigued me when I first saw you fight.” “You saw me fight before?” Regulus immediately regret that, because of course Barty had to have done his research. You didn’t plan to fight someone without careful planning. “Mhm. Every one of them.” Barty didn't seem to have any apprehensions about admitting that, though to Regulus somehow that felt like a love confession. Perhaps he was truly sick. “Did you like watching me, Barty?” Regulus heard Barty choke in a quick breath above him, Clearly pleased at Regulus using his first name finally. “Couldn't wait to have your turn?” Barty nodded quickly as he leaned down to kiss at Regulus’ neck.
Oh fuck.
Oh, Regulus was screwed. Truly and utterly screwed. Barty took that moment to bite down on his neck, so hard he was sure blood had been drawn. At this point, Regulus was quite confident that was the point. “I’ve wanted to fight you for years. You don't even know what you look like. Bruised and Bloody, fuck. I’ve wanted to make you bleed for so long.” Barty licked over the new bite in his neck. Regulus could picture what they looked like right now, Barty’s face covered in his own blood, mixing with Regulus’. He felt himself getting harder thinking about it. Regulus wasn't sure when he began getting turned on by the idea of someone making him bleed. About the idea of being hurt. About the idea of being brought to tears, in pain, caused by another. That other being Barty Fucking Crouch. “Barty-” Regulus didn't recognize the tone of his own voice as he whined out Barty’s name. “Tell me what you want, Baby. Tell me what you need.” Barty spoke as he kissed and nipped at Regulus’ neck. “You. I just- you.” Barty pulled back, smirking. “Good.” Barty took a moment to compose himself before leaning back and carefully getting up off of Regulus. “What-” “That’s it for tonight.” Barty spoke with such a finality that Regulus could feel his own blood boiling. How dare- “What the fuck- you just literally-” Barty held up a hand, as if to silence Regulus. He then took another step back towards the couch and pressed his thumb into the bite mark on Regulus’ neck he had made moments earlier. “Shh, baby.” Regulus was fuming, shaking with anger. (and unfortunately more turned on than he had likely ever been). “This isn’t over yet. Just for tonight.” Barty’s face was feral again. It did something to Regulus’ insides that he wasn't quite ready to acknowledge yet. “Oh, fuck you.” Regulus spat.“Mm. Eventually, it will be my pleasure.” Barty retorted quickly, not missing a beat. “For now, you’re going to go home. You’re going to let your pretty face heal up for me. Then, at the next pre-season game, you’re going to fight me again. Once we get kicked out you’ll leave and come to my house.” Regulus wanted to blindly agree for some reason. Nod along to all the insane things that came out of this asshole’s mouth. He was seconds away from nodding when he remembered who the fuck he was. He was Regulus Arcturus Black for fucks sake. “You don't get to tell me what to do. You dont fucking get to drag me around the city to tease me, and then leave me hanging for a week. So fuck you. I’m going to fight you next week, but not because you told me to. You’ll be lucky if I ever even answer your texts again, Crouch.” Regulus let his shoulder bump into Barty’s as he stormed towards the door. “Lovely, just so lovely.” He almost didn't hear Barty mutter quietly under his breath. “Sure, sure. Use this anger against me on the ice. I’ll be waiting.” Barty just winked as he spoke, which was the last thing Regulus saw before slamming the door. Regulus was more mad than he could remember being in a long time. Turned on still from that fucking asshole. He had half a mind to ask his Coach to bench him next game so he couldn't fight even if he wanted to. But he was exactly where Barty wanted him. He realized this was all a fucking game. He wanted to fight Barty again. Barty did this on purpose. He realized in that moment he no longer had a choice in the matter. He would fight Barty. And after? He would go to him. God fucking damn it. ** Sirius was stressed. For the first time in years, so much in his life had fallen into place. So how did so much still feel wrong?? He was on his dream Hockey team, with his best friend. His best friend who was now his boyfriend. His brother was on the same hockey team, living with him again after years of being apart. His other best friend was their Social Media manager. Only something was wrong. He knew that he and James had upset Moony. He thought that they had kept things a secret from him, but they didn't. They had barely figured out anything for themselves by the time Moony caught them together. Sirius was a hockey player, he was more than used to people being mad at him. But Moony??? His Moony? They were always okay. Always. The idea that Moons was here in their home, upset at not only him but at James too was making him sick to his stomach. Sirius turned over in bed to look at James. James was beautiful, he always had been. Sirius felt like a fucking idiot for not realizing his feelings for the other man were anything less than romantic. Only… something was missing. Someone was missing. Sirius was so scared for years to acknowledge that there was anything between him and James. He had wasted so much time. Was he doing the same with Moony? “James- Jamie” Sirius shook James slightly until he rolled over, groaning. “Wha time s’it??” Sirius glanced over at the clock. “3:46am” Sirius replied casually. James rubbed at his eyes but sat up and pulled Sirius into his arms. “What’s wrong then?” James being able to read him so flawlessly had always been a talent of his. Sirius decided he wanted to tread carefully. He opened and closed his mouth a few times without saying anything. He didn't want to say that he maybe also had feelings for Remus when he had just finally gotten James. What if he was offended? If he wanted to end things. “Love? What’s going on?” And god, if James’ tone didn't make Sirius just melt. “It’s Moony.” Sirius managed to get out, not noticing the tears that were rapidly filling his eyes. “What about him?” James spoke so gently and clear, reaching around carefully to wipe the tears from Sirius’ face. “You’re my soulmate, Jamie. You’re my heart, I swear. It’s just that-” James nodded. “It’s just that Moony belongs here too, yeah?” Sirius’ eyes shot up quickly as James spoke. “Yes, fuck, yeah.” Sirius turned so he was seated in James’ lap again. It was becoming one of his favourite spots in the world if he was being honest. “I understand, trust me. I love what we have, I know it’s new, but it really isn't…and Moony has always been with us. I think he’s always been meant to be with us. Like with us.” Of course James was on the same page. Sirius could kiss him. Sirius could kiss him. He had forgotten for a moment. Sirius leaned forward and kissed James quickly on the lips before resting his forehead on his. “What if he doesn't want us?” Sirius whispered. “Then he doesn’t want us.” James spoke as if things were truly that easy. “Then he stays our roommate. He stays our best friend. And you and I work to not feel the way we do about him.” “It won't be simple like that, Jamie. I am in love with you both.” James smiled and kissed Sirius back. “I know, love. Maybe we talk to Moony before we start catastrophizing?” “Ugh you’re always right, Jamie. Fine. Tomorrow we talk to him then?” James nodded. “And for now, we sleep. Come on” James laid back down letting Sirius lay on top of him. James fell back asleep quickly. Sirius could always tell when his breath evened out. Sirius couldn't help stay up. His mind circling with every little thing that could go wrong. Eventually he could barely stay awake and he was plunged into sleep against his will. Tomorrow. They’d talk to Moony tomorrow.
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Regulus was seething by the time he made it home. Fucking God Damn Barty Crouch Jr. Regulus should have known he would be more trouble than he was worth. What was Regulus even thinking by meeting up with him? Regulus wanted to keep going over tonight’s events and continue being pissed off, but he had a meeting with Remus to get to. He said it before and he would say it again. James and Sirius are idiots and Remus deserves better. But he also promised Remus he would help him, and he knew exactly what would drive both his brother and James right into Remus’ arms. Remus was waiting on the couch when Regulus returned. “Do I even want to know where you’ve been?” Remus didn't look up from his tea and newspaper as he spoke. What kind of old ass man reads the newspaper at fucking midnight, Regulus wanted to snap at him. But he had a plan, and a plan that they needed to discuss to put in place. So he kept his snarky comments for another day. “I told you, I went out with some college buddies.” “And I still don’t believe you. Anyways-” Remus placed his ancient texts down and looked up to Regulus, widening his eyes in shock. “Reg- what the fuck-” He was up in seconds walking over to Regulus. “Christ what happened???” It was at that moment that Regulus was lucky to have called a trusted driver and car to pick him up. Because he may or may not have forgotten that Barty bit his neck- until it bled, and he was sure now that he was covered in dried blood. Looking down at his shirt collar only confirmed that. Regulus would most definitely not be admitting to his pants getting a bit tighter at the thought of how the blood got there. Definitely not admitting to that. “Oh, uh. I was mugged?” Remus looked at him bewildered for just a moment, but by the time Remus got close enough to Regulus to see that it was a bite mark, Remus’ concern seemed to be forgotten. “You are so fucking insane. You went and met Crouch! What the hell is wrong with you?” “Fuck you, you know. You aren’t my brother and you aren’t my dad. Can you just be my friend for once?” “He is dangerous, Reg! He is clearly not looking out for your best interest. He does- whatever the hell he managed to do to your neck and then just lets you leave covered in blood? Jesus, you’re both insane.” Remus sighed for a moment taking a second. Regulus stayed quiet and just sat down hoping that whatever Remus was processing wouldn’t take much longer and they could move on to Regulus’ much more interesting plan. “Did you want him to do that, Reg?” Remus asked carefully. “I didn’t not want him to do it.” Regulus paused for a few moments before continuing.Admitting defeat. “I may have given him full consent.” Regulus tried not to show the fact that he did feel just the teensiest bit guilty at lying to Remus about the fact that he was going to be meeting Barty at all. “But listen! It actually works well for my next plan” “Do you think you’re some evil villain? What plan?” Regulus couldn't help laugh at the words that he had spoken just hours ago to Barty. Maybe they were truly the same, as Barty had said. “Picture it. You’re clearly in love with James and Sirius.” Remus went to protest but Regulus stopped him by holding a hand up. “I wasn’t asking. And Sirius and James are clearly in love with you. You saw how jealous they were when they found out you were going on a date with Henry. Now imagine, you’re dating me.” Regulus smirked. “I’m not dating you, though?” Regulus raised an eyebrow as if Remus was being dumb. “Oh. Oh you want to pretend to date me.. and you think they’ll be jealous enough to admit to- well, whatever?” “Oh I know they will be. It’ll be much worse if it’s me. Sirius will lose his mind.” “I’m in.” Remus grinned.Regulus grinned back, the two of them the picture of trouble. They continued to formulate a truly diabolical plan to be enacted first thing in the morning. Regulus was glad for the distraction. He didn’t want to spend his time angry at Barty, and he definitely didn’t want to spend his time wishing he was fucking Barty. Because that would be insane Regulus. You do not want him to fuck you. Regulus wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince at this point. Luckily he and Remus could still go to sleep and wake up like normal, knowing James and his brother wouldn’t be up until 10am at the earliest since it was a game day and they didn’t have mandatory practice. Regulus considered going to the optional practice tomorrow, but he was hardly going to play in tomorrow's game. It was against Boston, and while it was still a pre-season game, the rivalry between them and Boston was intense and Coach had already said he didn't want him fighting until Tuesday’s game. Which meant very little ice time for Regulus. He was not complaining, he was more than happy to rest and use his strength the next night when they played the Isles and he got a second chance at fucking- he meant fighting Barty. When he finally crawled into bed, after taking a much needed shower, he turned on his phone again to be met with 3 unread texts. Remus: should i be worried? Oops. He felt slightly bad that he left Remus on read all night. He typed out a quick reply before opening the next one. BC: *photo attached* BC: what did shakespeare say again? parting is such sweet sorrow? excited for tuesday 😈Regulus hesitantly opened the picture, immediately wishing he hadn’t. Because there was Barty, his hand covered with what he imagined was Regulus’ blood. Two fingers in his mouth. Regulus’ blood on his lips.
Fuuuuuck.
Oh fuck. Regulus was fucked. Destroyed. He didn’t stand a chance against Barty Crouch Jr. He wasn’t sure when hatred turned into this all encompassing attraction. But he was a goner now. He needed Barty like he needed air. If Barty wanted to play with him, he would play right back. He dug through his closet to find his old backpack, looking for something he knew would make Barty crazy. “Aha” He muttered quietly while he pulled out a bag he rarely used anymore with a few toys including knives he had used with partners before. Quickly taking it out of its protective case and running a cloth with isopropyl alcohol over it, he felt the blade against his fingers determining it was still sharp enough to get the job done. Regulus wouldn’t say he was the most educated person in the world when it came to any sort of knife play, but he was certainly not inexperienced. It more than made sense that Barty making him bleed in other ways turned him on just the same. Regulus was just hoping that his instinct on Barty also being into knives was correct. Regulus rolled his sleeve up and laid the knife across his outer arm, on the fleshy part a few inches above his elbow. He sliced slowly and shallowly, just enough to create a line of blood to drip out of it. Regulus grabbed his phone and took a picture of himself in the mirror. Only the half of his body with the cut visible, him biting his lip also barely visible in the corner of the picture. Most of his face and head were cut out of the picture. Barty would have to zoom in to even see the cut clearly. Just enough of a tease. He made sure the blood was dripping down his arm before snapping the picture and preparing a message. Regulus: *Picture attached* Regulus: what is it that shakespeare said? these violent delights have violent ends? Regulus hit send before he could talk himself out of it. Seconds later his phone rang. Regulus smirked as he hit the ‘end call’ button. BC: your address. now. Regulus: see you tuesday ! BC: It's cute that you think i can’t get your address. Regulus: you won't though. wait your turn like a good boy and maybe i’ll decide to see you after the game. BC: oh you’ll see me after the game. Regulus: maybe! BC: you are a fucking brat. has anyone told you that before? Regulus: LOL goodnight crouch Regulus turned his phone off before he could get a reply. He figured he could have at least this one interaction where he managed to keep the upper hand. He threw a bandage over his new cut, not deep enough to have to do any more to it, It was practically closed up already. He managed to go to sleep after a bit of tossing and turning (and definitely not jacking off to the thought of Barty holding a knife against him). ** Remus knew this plan was awful. Now that it was morning he wasn’t even sure if agreeing was the correct response. Was he jealous? Yeah fine. He was. Was the chance of making Sirius and James jealous back a compelling thought? Of course it was. Because Remus was a bad friend, and a bad person. That was how he found himself in the kitchen tangled up with Regulus in his arms. “You do not look convincing, you know.” Regulus whispered quietly into his ear. Remus was trying. Sure, Regulus was attractive. But he was his friend, and he certainly didn’t have romantic feelings for him. “It’s pretend Remus.” Regulus rolled his eyes. “Oh I'm sorry I’m not an actor.” Remus leaned forward and let his lips softly graze Regulus’. “How was that? Hm? Good enough for you?” “You could kiss a relative like that, you idiot. They wouldn't believe that for a second, even with you holding me like this.” Regulus leaned into the embrace a bit more. Remus sighed heavily before letting his hand run through Regulus’ hair. “You do have nice hair, you know.” Remus leaned forward to nip at Regulus’ neck above where Barty bit. “If we were actually hooking up, I'd mark you right here. Erase Barty from your memory entirely.” Remus knew how to seduce someone. That was not the issue here. The issue was that the people he wanted to seduce were not in his arms, but they were coming down the stairs at this moment. Regulus hooked his hand through the front of Remus’ shirt and began kissing him earnestly, just as Sirius and James turned the corner into the kitchen. “Moooonyyyy! Are you awake- what. the. fuck?” Sirius and James both stood frozen at the entrance into the kitchen. Staring blankly at the scene in front of them. “Regulus- you- but Remus when we- you can’t -James!” Sirius was whining now to James, pulling at his arm, begging him to ask the questions that Sirius couldn't get out. It shot a small bit of pride through Remus that maybe Reg was right. Maybe Sirius and James really did have feelings for him. “Do you two mind? We were trying to have a relaxing morning.” Regulus didn't let go of Remus and instead simply went back to kissing him. “No, no no!” Sirius slid forward and grabbed Regulus by the shirt, effectively ripping him off of Remus. “Reggie- he is off limits! Do you hear me, off- what the fuck.” Sirius started pawing at the side of Regulus’ neck. Where Barty bit Regulus, but Sirius didn’t know that. “Oh my god. It’s like all my nightmares are coming true at once. Prongs help.” “Hang on, when did this even start? What the fuck, Moony?” James snapped quickly, but then his angry demeanor fell almost immediately. “Oh god- I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, well, you aren't supposed to be with him!” “Oh? I’m not supposed to? James, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t be with. Who am I supposed to be with then??” “Us! Obviously!” Sirius yelled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re supposed to be with us, moons.” James said softer. Reaching to pull Sirius off of Regulus where he now had him basically in a chokehold. “Anyways, great kiss Lupin. My work here is done. Good luck with your idiots. Au revoir!” Regulus winked before waving and quickly running up the stairs. “Moony? Was this a set up?” James asked softly. “Oh my god, we’re all so stupid even Regulus knew before we did.” “How the hell did my brother convince you to kiss him?” Sirius leaned against the fridge, next to where James was standing. “Well. He said it would make you jealous? Did it?” Remus managed to throw some confidence into his tone. He knew it made them jealous. He was glad it made them jealous. “Yes.” “Yeah.” They both replied instantly. “Good.” Remus replied. “Come here?” He looked to James and then to Sirius holding out a hand for either of them. They both took it and before he knew it he was holding both their hands. With how intimate the three of them had been over the years, this touching was not anything new. Not really. But it felt different. It felt electric. “I’ve never done this before. But if we do this, we do this. I’m not risking our friendship.” “Moony, we want this too. We spoke about it last night, we agreed to talk to you this morning and convince you to date us.” Sirius spoke quickly. “Well, we weren’t going to convince you. If you didn’t want to date us, that is. Romantically.” James said after just as quickly. Remus was marveling at the way that the two of them seemed suddenly nervous. He didn’t want to let his imagination get ahead of him but he couldn’t exactly say he never imagined, or fantasized about this moment. “I want to. Romantically.” Remus replied, letting his eye contact drift between the two of them in front of him. “Rules? Boundaries? Labels?” Remus may not be experienced with any type of multiple partners situation- but he was good in relationships. He craved affection, like he knew his friends did, and he was truly considerate of his partners. He couldn’t enter into anything with these two until he could be 100% sure that they were on the same page. “No other partners. Just us.” Sirius said instantly. “I’m fine with any labels. We’re going to need to sign some papers at work as well. I just texted HR to give them a heads up.” That was something Remus didn’t immediately consider. Work. He knew no one actually at work would care. Plus James and Sirius were already publicly dating. But throwing a third man into the mix may not be received as welcome. “I’m okay with this relationship being private. I know you both are public figures, and I know that you are openly with each other now.” “No way, we are not hiding. I’m not going to pretend to not be obsessed with you at work.” Sirius spoke with such assuredness Remus felt himself blush. “Obsessed, huh?” Remus smirked, beaming with pride. He knew this talk was important but his head was being flooded with terrible, awful, selfish thoughts. He wanted them. He wanted them so badly. He wanted to pull them in and kiss them both until they were all panting and breathless. His mind was swimming with thoughts of them on their knees before him, looking up at him like he was their world. “Oh my god.” Sirius threw his arms up in frustration. “No hiding, no outside partners, everyone sleeps in James’ bed, you’re both my boyfriend. Can we kiss now?” James and Remus both began to laugh as Sirius only pouted. Remus took Sirius’ arm again and pulled him in close. Using his other hand which was already holding James’ to pull him in as well. “Kiss.” Remus commanded them as he held both of them in his arms. James and Sirius looked back and forth between each other and Remus before understanding the instruction. James smiled as he leaned in to kiss Sirius. Remus slid his hands up, tangling each hand in their hair, before pulling them back from each other, eliciting a small whine from Sirius. “So greedy, Pads.” Remus tsk’d before leaning forward to kiss James himself. Sirius once again whined as the other two kissed. Remus could feel the impatience seeping off of Sirius as his whines got louder. “Both of you, upstairs please.” Sirius practically took off up the stairs, as Remus leaned forward to kiss James again quickly. “Moony, you’re going to kill him.” James laughed as he spoke. “A little patience will be good for him.” Remus and James followed Sirius up the stairs, only to find him already in James’ bed and sat directly in the center. James and Remus each crawled up the bed to settle on either side of Sirius. Sirius wasted no time crawling on top of Remus and leaning down to kiss him. “Yeah patience is not Siri’s strong point, huh?” James muttered, crawling in and wrapping himself around Remus. How these two always seemed so sleepy as professional athletes, Remus would never understand. “Hey, I'm right here you know. I can hear you.” Sirius grumbled but still continued kissing Remus desperately. Sirius’ fingers threaded through Remus’ hair softly. “You’re so pretty, Moony.” Remus wasn’t exactly sure what he did to deserve the both of them. He had imagined this for so long but finally being with both of them was eye opening. He could have them now, truly. He could reach out and touch them without a second thought. He could kiss them whenever he pleased. Remus finally, finally felt at peace.