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hp_tradeoff who likes R/S/R and ties. I apologize if it's not exactly R/S/R. I can write you a different one if you like.
Title: Ties That Bind (Well, THAT was creative. Hehe)
Summary/Subject matter: Regulus has an obsession.
Pairing(s): Sirius/Remus and Regulus
Rating: Probably R, maybe NC-17. I'm bad with ratings.
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It all started with the ties. It was innocent enough at first. As innocent as any hate could be anyway. Regulus hated his big brother. But he didn’t hate Sirius because he’d run away and left him on his own and he didn’t hate Sirius because he refused to talk to him when they met in the halls. He hated Sirius because one night he had seen Sirius grab the end of another boy’s tie and drag him into a passageway they were foolish enough to think only they knew about. They were undoubtedly plotting some other way to spoil the Slytherin Common Room.
After a bit of asking around he learned that the other boy’s name was Remus Lupin.
It became an obsession after a while. He would tug on his own tie in class and try to emulate how it must feel to be pulled around that way. He wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted that way. To be wanted with urgency and a small amount of pride. Pride you knew only you could break through.
He started to ferret them away, the ties. Sometimes Remus or Sirius would leave them untended on grassy knolls as they stripped down to their pants and dared each other to jump into the lake. Sometimes Sirius would leave one untended in the locker room during Quidditch practice and when no one was looking Regulus would sneak in and steal it. Sometimes he’d take another Gryffindor tie with him for good measure so that Sirius didn’t think he was the only target. One time he got daring and followed some second years in through the portrait hole to Gryffindor tower. He started to sneak up the stairs to try the dorms, but at the last minute he lost his nerve and turned back.
After a while it wasn’t good enough to know that he had the ties. He started to carry them around in his pocket. He had one for every day. Sometimes he’d wrap one around his neck under his shirt or use it as a belt when he knew he wouldn’t have to take his robes off around anyone else. It was the one he carried in the bottom of his school bag that finally got him in trouble.
Like the classes before them, the fifth year Slytherins had potions with the fifth year Gryffindors. He had often spent time watching pots boil to think this over. They were clearly the acromantula eggs and manticore tails of the school. You put them together, and things exploded. Regulus was watching a pot boil in this particular class period when his potions partner asked if he might have an extra quill. Regulus, who was deep in thought about the politics of class structure, merely waved his hand and the boy started ruffling through Regulus’ bag. It wasn’t until he heard the choked back cry that Regulus remembered why that would have been a bad idea.
His lab partner was standing over his bag, holding a Gryffindor tie in one hand and a quill in the other. His mouth was bobbing, but he couldn’t squeek anything out. This was just as well, as Regulus didn’t want any attention called to him from Professor Slughorn. Unfortunately, one person had heard the cry, and that person was a Gryffindor.
The commotion started slowly. The Gryffindor whispered to her lab partner about what she’d seen. The lab partner then left their table to run and tell someone else. Eventually no one in the room was listening to Professor Slughorn as he discussed the draught of sleeping death, a phenomenon that greatly peeved him.
“Class!” Professor Slughorn stomped his foot, the heel of his shoe making an impressive sound that echoed around the dungeon. “What is the meaning of all of this?”
The first girl to have seen the tie raised her hand and shot a frightened look in Regulus’ direction. “Professor, it’s him you see, he has ties.”
Professor Slughorn blustered and finally laughed. It was impossible at that moment for him to think that his class had been interrupted by anything as inconsequential as ties or how they related to his lesson.
“Gryffindor ties sir,” she said at last. Regulus made a mental note to get back at her later.
“Gryffindor ties?”
“Yes sir.”
Professor Slughorn walked around the room and stopped behind Regulus’ desk. The potion, which had been on its way to a nice bright turquoise had now stopped somewhere between grey and blue. It started smoking. He steepled his fingers, trying to look menacing.
“Mr. Black, I understand that you are NOT the Mr. Black who currently resides in Gryffindor tower, am I right?”
Regulus nodded.
“And I also understand that you, as a student in Slytherin house, MY HOUSE, should not have any mementoes of Gryffindor paraphernalia on or around your person. Unless of course,” and he winked over at Regulus’ lab partner, “they belong to some attractive girl.”
Regulus nodded again. His stomach fell out.
“Then may I ask, young man, what you’re doing with it?”
Regulus stood there for a moment, still staring into his potion, which had now turned a fatal gloopy brown from not having been stirred. He could lie. They could be girl ties, or a botched Transfiguration experiment. He shook his head, tears of frustration choking him.
“Detention then, Mr. Black. And five points from Slytherin house. I want you to meet me in my office right as supper begins. With any luck, you’ll be able to finish in time to get something to eat before curfew.” Professor Slughorn turned on his heel to march back across the room and Regulus slowly cleared his things and left.
Regulus spent the rest of the day finding all of the ties he’d hidden away in his dormitory. He turned over the pillows and lifted up his mattress, disillusioned the ones hanging from curtain rods and transfigured the ones he’d turned into towels. It took him some time to get the Slytherin crest off of one of them, but it finally came out with just enough time to make it to Professor Slughorn’s office, fighting against the flow of students headed up to the Great Hall for dinner.
Professor Slughorn met him at the door but didn’t let him in.
“Young man, I don’t know what you were playing at, but you’re punishment is to go up to the Gryffindor tower and replace every last tie. I’m sure the other students will punish you more than I ever could. Good luck getting through the portrait.” With that Professor Slughorn stepped out of his office and locked the door behind him, and then he headed off to dinner.
Regulus stared for a minute at his head of house’s receding back. It couldn’t be this easy. Not at all. He started for Gryffindor Tower at a run.
He knew the password from the last time he’d followed people in, but the fat lady looked skeptical about admitting him. Finally he brandished the ties for her to see.
“I see, the thief,” she sniffed, and swung open so that he could crawl through.
The Common Room was empty, and a fire crackled away in the grate. He hadn’t stopped to look at anything before, but it really did seem remarkably comfortable in here compared to the dungeons. He wondered if maybe it wasn’t just the carpet that made the difference.
Working up his resolve he padded across the room towards the stair case which he knew led to the boy’s dormitories. He headed instinctively for the door at the top of the tower, but stopped outside of the second one to the top when he heard a noise.
It wasn’t a noise so much as it was hysterical laughter. He reached out for the doorknob, and when he was sure it wasn’t going to bite him or start yelling, he grasped it and silently pushed the door open just wide enough to look through. The laughter rang out again and there were two boys playing on one of the beds, one laying on his back and mostly naked and the other kneeling him over him and wearing little more.
“You know,” Remus said, pulling his arm against its restraint, “if James finds you using his ties for this he’ll hex your ears off.”
“Which is why we won’t tell him my Moony. Besides, I can’t help it, all my ties have gone missing.” Sirius was bent over the bed working at a gold and red tie around Remus’ ankle.
“Gone missing?” Remus said. “More like you lost them.”
“I haven’t lost anything. Didn’t you hear the gossip from the fifth years? One of the Slytherin boys had one in Potions class today. I’ll bet he’s made off with more than that one too.”
“Sirius, you probably should have taken my pants off before you tied my legs down. I did hear that anyway, but really, why would it be true? And I’m sure Slughorn would have thrown a proper fit if he’d found something like that out.”
“Bugger,” muttered Sirius, who pulled his wand off the bedside dresser and made Remus’ pants vanish. “Better? Besides, I heard Slughorn gave the greasy git detention. I would say it was Snivellus, as I’m sure he’s absolutely mad about you and your poofiness.” He climbed back up Remus’ side and lay down next to him. He started planting kisses on Remus’ neck and mumbling right through them. “But it was fifth year potions, so alas. Are you good and comfortable Mr. Moony? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“You can get your knee out of my stomach, you bony nance.” Sirius grinned and moved his knee down so that it ghosted over Remus’ half erect penis. Remus struggled up to kiss him and it seemed that the missing ties, friends at dinner, and the possibility of interruption, disappeared completely.
Regulus remained in the doorway, unsure of what to think. He hadn’t ever seen his brother kiss the other boy, just pull him around. He had seen their gang around school, the Marauders. Everyone knew they were close, so before he had just written this off as another part of their relationship. Sirius was obviously the bossy one, as always, and Remus was the smart one, who fixed all the messes. This though, was quite another type of closeness all together.
Sirius was straddling Remus now, leaning over him. He held his face just out of Remus’ reach so that to kiss him Remus had to stretch the knot on the tie around his left wrist so that there was more slack. While this obviously displayed Sirius’ overbearing personality, this showed Regulus none of Remus’ cunning or ability to fix things. In fact, he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of not fixing it. Sirius produced a fifth tie which he was teasing Remus’ penis with, pulling it back and forth across it as he sat on Remus’ thighs and started to stroke his own cock. They were staring each other down and Remus looked a great deal like he was going to eat Sirius if he ever got free. Maybe, he would have.
At that point though, one of the ties slipped from Regulus’ hand. It fell to the ground, the small end lying just within the room, having slipped through the crack in the doorway. Regulus froze. Remus and Sirius froze as well.
Sirius grabbed his wand faster than Regulus could turn away. “Petrificus Totalus!” he cried, and Regulus fell over flat onto his back on the landing above the stairway. He realized, to put things bluntly, that he was fucked.
It seemed to take the two forever to come and see who it was. Perhaps they finished, all he knew was that when next he saw them they were fully clothed and Sirius was holding three ties in the air over Regulus’ head.
“I never, in a million Centaur lifetimes, would have thought it was my sneaky little brother who snuck away the ties.”
Remus cleared his throat. “Sneaked away,” he corrected. “This must be his punishment though, having to return them.” He bent over Regulus and picked up some more of the ties and inspected one. “So this is where that went. I just assumed that a house elf had mixed it up with someone else’s.”
Sirius glowered down at Regulus, who was cowering on the inside, even if he couldn’t show it outwardly. “You know,” he said slowly, rubbing his chin. “If he likes these so much, maybe we should let him keep them.”
“What?” said Remus, who had just dropped the one he’d identified as his over Regulus’ face.
“I think we should let him keep them,” said Sirius simply.
“Oh, no. I know that look Sirius Black and you most certainly should not even entertain such thoughts. He’s your own brother for Godric’s sake.”
Regulus Black had never loved a half-blood so much in his life. If he got out of this with his vocal chords intact, he’d thank him in every language he knew, and then learn some others for good measure. It would insure at least, that all the training his mother had put him through hadn’t gone to waste.
“Yeah, he is,” said Sirius. He bent over and grabbed Regulus under the shoulders. “Come on and help me carry him yeah? He’s a heavy bugger. Oh, and don’t forget the ties.”
When the Gryffindor students returned from dinner they were met by what might have been the oddest sight of their years at school. Regulus Black had been tied to the banister on the top landing with Gryffindor ties. There was also one gagging his mouth and one tied around his head that gave him the look of a lost, drunken pirate.
Remus and Sirius never told anyone how he had been placed there and in return Regulus never told anyone what he’d seen in the dormitory that night. He didn’t steal ties anymore, but every once in a while he still tugged on his own in a particularly boring class. Now it mostly reminded him of what it was like to be bound. He thought that somewhere in Hogwarts, there had to be someone who would appreciate that sort of thing. And when he found them, he knew exactly who to go to for advice.
alazysod (AKA emerald_123) for the hp_tradeoff who likes R/S/R and ties. I apologize if it's not exactly R/S/R. I can write you a different one if you like. Title: Ties That Bind (Well, THAT was creative. Hehe)
Summary/Subject matter: Regulus has an obsession.
Pairing(s): Sirius/Remus and Regulus
Rating: Probably R, maybe NC-17. I'm bad with ratings.
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It all started with the ties. It was innocent enough at first. As innocent as any hate could be anyway. Regulus hated his big brother. But he didn’t hate Sirius because he’d run away and left him on his own and he didn’t hate Sirius because he refused to talk to him when they met in the halls. He hated Sirius because one night he had seen Sirius grab the end of another boy’s tie and drag him into a passageway they were foolish enough to think only they knew about. They were undoubtedly plotting some other way to spoil the Slytherin Common Room.
After a bit of asking around he learned that the other boy’s name was Remus Lupin.
It became an obsession after a while. He would tug on his own tie in class and try to emulate how it must feel to be pulled around that way. He wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted that way. To be wanted with urgency and a small amount of pride. Pride you knew only you could break through.
He started to ferret them away, the ties. Sometimes Remus or Sirius would leave them untended on grassy knolls as they stripped down to their pants and dared each other to jump into the lake. Sometimes Sirius would leave one untended in the locker room during Quidditch practice and when no one was looking Regulus would sneak in and steal it. Sometimes he’d take another Gryffindor tie with him for good measure so that Sirius didn’t think he was the only target. One time he got daring and followed some second years in through the portrait hole to Gryffindor tower. He started to sneak up the stairs to try the dorms, but at the last minute he lost his nerve and turned back.
After a while it wasn’t good enough to know that he had the ties. He started to carry them around in his pocket. He had one for every day. Sometimes he’d wrap one around his neck under his shirt or use it as a belt when he knew he wouldn’t have to take his robes off around anyone else. It was the one he carried in the bottom of his school bag that finally got him in trouble.
Like the classes before them, the fifth year Slytherins had potions with the fifth year Gryffindors. He had often spent time watching pots boil to think this over. They were clearly the acromantula eggs and manticore tails of the school. You put them together, and things exploded. Regulus was watching a pot boil in this particular class period when his potions partner asked if he might have an extra quill. Regulus, who was deep in thought about the politics of class structure, merely waved his hand and the boy started ruffling through Regulus’ bag. It wasn’t until he heard the choked back cry that Regulus remembered why that would have been a bad idea.
His lab partner was standing over his bag, holding a Gryffindor tie in one hand and a quill in the other. His mouth was bobbing, but he couldn’t squeek anything out. This was just as well, as Regulus didn’t want any attention called to him from Professor Slughorn. Unfortunately, one person had heard the cry, and that person was a Gryffindor.
The commotion started slowly. The Gryffindor whispered to her lab partner about what she’d seen. The lab partner then left their table to run and tell someone else. Eventually no one in the room was listening to Professor Slughorn as he discussed the draught of sleeping death, a phenomenon that greatly peeved him.
“Class!” Professor Slughorn stomped his foot, the heel of his shoe making an impressive sound that echoed around the dungeon. “What is the meaning of all of this?”
The first girl to have seen the tie raised her hand and shot a frightened look in Regulus’ direction. “Professor, it’s him you see, he has ties.”
Professor Slughorn blustered and finally laughed. It was impossible at that moment for him to think that his class had been interrupted by anything as inconsequential as ties or how they related to his lesson.
“Gryffindor ties sir,” she said at last. Regulus made a mental note to get back at her later.
“Gryffindor ties?”
“Yes sir.”
Professor Slughorn walked around the room and stopped behind Regulus’ desk. The potion, which had been on its way to a nice bright turquoise had now stopped somewhere between grey and blue. It started smoking. He steepled his fingers, trying to look menacing.
“Mr. Black, I understand that you are NOT the Mr. Black who currently resides in Gryffindor tower, am I right?”
Regulus nodded.
“And I also understand that you, as a student in Slytherin house, MY HOUSE, should not have any mementoes of Gryffindor paraphernalia on or around your person. Unless of course,” and he winked over at Regulus’ lab partner, “they belong to some attractive girl.”
Regulus nodded again. His stomach fell out.
“Then may I ask, young man, what you’re doing with it?”
Regulus stood there for a moment, still staring into his potion, which had now turned a fatal gloopy brown from not having been stirred. He could lie. They could be girl ties, or a botched Transfiguration experiment. He shook his head, tears of frustration choking him.
“Detention then, Mr. Black. And five points from Slytherin house. I want you to meet me in my office right as supper begins. With any luck, you’ll be able to finish in time to get something to eat before curfew.” Professor Slughorn turned on his heel to march back across the room and Regulus slowly cleared his things and left.
Regulus spent the rest of the day finding all of the ties he’d hidden away in his dormitory. He turned over the pillows and lifted up his mattress, disillusioned the ones hanging from curtain rods and transfigured the ones he’d turned into towels. It took him some time to get the Slytherin crest off of one of them, but it finally came out with just enough time to make it to Professor Slughorn’s office, fighting against the flow of students headed up to the Great Hall for dinner.
Professor Slughorn met him at the door but didn’t let him in.
“Young man, I don’t know what you were playing at, but you’re punishment is to go up to the Gryffindor tower and replace every last tie. I’m sure the other students will punish you more than I ever could. Good luck getting through the portrait.” With that Professor Slughorn stepped out of his office and locked the door behind him, and then he headed off to dinner.
Regulus stared for a minute at his head of house’s receding back. It couldn’t be this easy. Not at all. He started for Gryffindor Tower at a run.
He knew the password from the last time he’d followed people in, but the fat lady looked skeptical about admitting him. Finally he brandished the ties for her to see.
“I see, the thief,” she sniffed, and swung open so that he could crawl through.
The Common Room was empty, and a fire crackled away in the grate. He hadn’t stopped to look at anything before, but it really did seem remarkably comfortable in here compared to the dungeons. He wondered if maybe it wasn’t just the carpet that made the difference.
Working up his resolve he padded across the room towards the stair case which he knew led to the boy’s dormitories. He headed instinctively for the door at the top of the tower, but stopped outside of the second one to the top when he heard a noise.
It wasn’t a noise so much as it was hysterical laughter. He reached out for the doorknob, and when he was sure it wasn’t going to bite him or start yelling, he grasped it and silently pushed the door open just wide enough to look through. The laughter rang out again and there were two boys playing on one of the beds, one laying on his back and mostly naked and the other kneeling him over him and wearing little more.
“You know,” Remus said, pulling his arm against its restraint, “if James finds you using his ties for this he’ll hex your ears off.”
“Which is why we won’t tell him my Moony. Besides, I can’t help it, all my ties have gone missing.” Sirius was bent over the bed working at a gold and red tie around Remus’ ankle.
“Gone missing?” Remus said. “More like you lost them.”
“I haven’t lost anything. Didn’t you hear the gossip from the fifth years? One of the Slytherin boys had one in Potions class today. I’ll bet he’s made off with more than that one too.”
“Sirius, you probably should have taken my pants off before you tied my legs down. I did hear that anyway, but really, why would it be true? And I’m sure Slughorn would have thrown a proper fit if he’d found something like that out.”
“Bugger,” muttered Sirius, who pulled his wand off the bedside dresser and made Remus’ pants vanish. “Better? Besides, I heard Slughorn gave the greasy git detention. I would say it was Snivellus, as I’m sure he’s absolutely mad about you and your poofiness.” He climbed back up Remus’ side and lay down next to him. He started planting kisses on Remus’ neck and mumbling right through them. “But it was fifth year potions, so alas. Are you good and comfortable Mr. Moony? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“You can get your knee out of my stomach, you bony nance.” Sirius grinned and moved his knee down so that it ghosted over Remus’ half erect penis. Remus struggled up to kiss him and it seemed that the missing ties, friends at dinner, and the possibility of interruption, disappeared completely.
Regulus remained in the doorway, unsure of what to think. He hadn’t ever seen his brother kiss the other boy, just pull him around. He had seen their gang around school, the Marauders. Everyone knew they were close, so before he had just written this off as another part of their relationship. Sirius was obviously the bossy one, as always, and Remus was the smart one, who fixed all the messes. This though, was quite another type of closeness all together.
Sirius was straddling Remus now, leaning over him. He held his face just out of Remus’ reach so that to kiss him Remus had to stretch the knot on the tie around his left wrist so that there was more slack. While this obviously displayed Sirius’ overbearing personality, this showed Regulus none of Remus’ cunning or ability to fix things. In fact, he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure out of not fixing it. Sirius produced a fifth tie which he was teasing Remus’ penis with, pulling it back and forth across it as he sat on Remus’ thighs and started to stroke his own cock. They were staring each other down and Remus looked a great deal like he was going to eat Sirius if he ever got free. Maybe, he would have.
At that point though, one of the ties slipped from Regulus’ hand. It fell to the ground, the small end lying just within the room, having slipped through the crack in the doorway. Regulus froze. Remus and Sirius froze as well.
Sirius grabbed his wand faster than Regulus could turn away. “Petrificus Totalus!” he cried, and Regulus fell over flat onto his back on the landing above the stairway. He realized, to put things bluntly, that he was fucked.
It seemed to take the two forever to come and see who it was. Perhaps they finished, all he knew was that when next he saw them they were fully clothed and Sirius was holding three ties in the air over Regulus’ head.
“I never, in a million Centaur lifetimes, would have thought it was my sneaky little brother who snuck away the ties.”
Remus cleared his throat. “Sneaked away,” he corrected. “This must be his punishment though, having to return them.” He bent over Regulus and picked up some more of the ties and inspected one. “So this is where that went. I just assumed that a house elf had mixed it up with someone else’s.”
Sirius glowered down at Regulus, who was cowering on the inside, even if he couldn’t show it outwardly. “You know,” he said slowly, rubbing his chin. “If he likes these so much, maybe we should let him keep them.”
“What?” said Remus, who had just dropped the one he’d identified as his over Regulus’ face.
“I think we should let him keep them,” said Sirius simply.
“Oh, no. I know that look Sirius Black and you most certainly should not even entertain such thoughts. He’s your own brother for Godric’s sake.”
Regulus Black had never loved a half-blood so much in his life. If he got out of this with his vocal chords intact, he’d thank him in every language he knew, and then learn some others for good measure. It would insure at least, that all the training his mother had put him through hadn’t gone to waste.
“Yeah, he is,” said Sirius. He bent over and grabbed Regulus under the shoulders. “Come on and help me carry him yeah? He’s a heavy bugger. Oh, and don’t forget the ties.”
When the Gryffindor students returned from dinner they were met by what might have been the oddest sight of their years at school. Regulus Black had been tied to the banister on the top landing with Gryffindor ties. There was also one gagging his mouth and one tied around his head that gave him the look of a lost, drunken pirate.
Remus and Sirius never told anyone how he had been placed there and in return Regulus never told anyone what he’d seen in the dormitory that night. He didn’t steal ties anymore, but every once in a while he still tugged on his own in a particularly boring class. Now it mostly reminded him of what it was like to be bound. He thought that somewhere in Hogwarts, there had to be someone who would appreciate that sort of thing. And when he found them, he knew exactly who to go to for advice.
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Date: 2005-07-31 02:43 pm (UTC)Regulus Black had never loved a half-blood so much in his life.
Yeah, I'm sure. *is thinking naughty thoughts*
One little thing (since I am Moony, after all) - sneaked is actually the proper way of saying it, not snuck, so you should change those. :)
I'm off until Monday night. I'll read your other fic then. *snogs*
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:54 pm (UTC)*snogs back*
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Date: 2005-07-31 03:05 pm (UTC)*ties you up*
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