Two extended drabbles.
I've been having a drabblefest on my journal, and since two of the requests were for Sirius/Regulus, I thought I'd share them here as well.
Author Shaggydogstail
Pairings Sirius/Regulus only
RatingPG for the first, R for the second
Disclaimer Not mine, no profit.
Originally written for liseuse, the prompt was Sirius/Regulus and 101 ways to make someone fall off their broomstick. PG-rated.
Regulus knew that, whatever their parents might say, Sirius was better than him at most things. Sirius was stronger, cleverer, better looking, and more popular. But there was one thing Regulus could do better: he could fly.
Sure, Sirius was a fair flyer, good enough to make Beater on the house team before he was given a life-time ban for persistant foul play. But it was Regulus who flew with grace, swooping through the air like a swift. Regulus could outfly Sirius any day of the week, and they both knew it. Regulus' joy at his own superiority was only heightened by his knowledge of Sirius' jealously and frustration at being outdone by his baby brother.
Sirius had tried hexing both his brother and his broom, attempted to use threats, magic and psychological warfare to knock Regulus off his broom, but to no avail. Regulus just soared higher, faster, freer than ever.
Of course, Sirius found his weak spot eventually. Sirius noticed that when Regulus watched him as they flew around the gardens of their uncle's country estate, there was a look on his face that was neither triumphant nor competitive.
Sirius flew close to Regulus, until they travelled through the air shoulder to shoulder. He looked straight at Regulus, stroking the handle of his broomstick suggestively, and licked his lips.
Regulus whimpered, and fell.
~*~
Originally written for schwarbrille. Prompt was Sirius/Regulus and 101 ways to infuriate their mother. R-rated.
When they were small, it had been easy to find petty acts of rebellion that brought the two boys closer together in the face of maternal spite. The juice cup 'accidentally' split, the co-operative house-elf cajoled into sneaking biscuits from the kitchen, the joint schemes and temper tantrums to drive the latest tutor, or governess, or nanny from the house in floods of tears.
Not so simple when they were older, at school and in rival houses, and Sirius suspected he and Regulus were on rival sides in every way. He never said, but he hadn't really planned to run away that night--an empty threat he was forced to follow through out of sheer bravado and an unwillingness to lose face. The least inclination that Regulus wanted him to stay--a word, a look, a touch--would have made his mother's screeching and his father's beatings tolerable at least. But Regulus remained stoically unmoved by Sirius' histrionics, calmly asking their mother if he could have Sirius' room if he left.
It made it all the more satisfying, when Sirius learnt that Regulus was barred from speaking to him on threat of being sent to Durmstrang, committing sins their mother probably never even imagined in disused classrooms and dusty cupboards. Their mother might believe she'd won, converted her younger son to the upstanding ways of the pureblooded aristocracy, unlike the deviant heir (and he still was, Sirius knew with a smirk of satisfaction, for all her raging and tapestry defacing, she couldn't take his blood). Regulus might swallow her lies, her rules and her codes of conduct in public, but part of him still wanted to rebel, to break free, to fight alongside his big brother like they had when they were scab-kneed little boys.
Regulus played the part of dutiful son with aplomb, and for all it sickened Sirius, he knew their mother would never truly make him her own. They both knew that there was a part of Regulus, the part that snuck out of the Slytherin dungeon after hours, the part that screamed for more when his blood-traitor brother fucked him over old desks and broken trunks, the part that one day, one day Sirius still hoped against the odds would win out, that belonged to Sirius, and always would.
~*~
A/N - Feedback is adored.
Author Shaggydogstail
Pairings Sirius/Regulus only
RatingPG for the first, R for the second
Disclaimer Not mine, no profit.
Originally written for liseuse, the prompt was Sirius/Regulus and 101 ways to make someone fall off their broomstick. PG-rated.
Regulus knew that, whatever their parents might say, Sirius was better than him at most things. Sirius was stronger, cleverer, better looking, and more popular. But there was one thing Regulus could do better: he could fly.
Sure, Sirius was a fair flyer, good enough to make Beater on the house team before he was given a life-time ban for persistant foul play. But it was Regulus who flew with grace, swooping through the air like a swift. Regulus could outfly Sirius any day of the week, and they both knew it. Regulus' joy at his own superiority was only heightened by his knowledge of Sirius' jealously and frustration at being outdone by his baby brother.
Sirius had tried hexing both his brother and his broom, attempted to use threats, magic and psychological warfare to knock Regulus off his broom, but to no avail. Regulus just soared higher, faster, freer than ever.
Of course, Sirius found his weak spot eventually. Sirius noticed that when Regulus watched him as they flew around the gardens of their uncle's country estate, there was a look on his face that was neither triumphant nor competitive.
Sirius flew close to Regulus, until they travelled through the air shoulder to shoulder. He looked straight at Regulus, stroking the handle of his broomstick suggestively, and licked his lips.
Regulus whimpered, and fell.
~*~
Originally written for schwarbrille. Prompt was Sirius/Regulus and 101 ways to infuriate their mother. R-rated.
When they were small, it had been easy to find petty acts of rebellion that brought the two boys closer together in the face of maternal spite. The juice cup 'accidentally' split, the co-operative house-elf cajoled into sneaking biscuits from the kitchen, the joint schemes and temper tantrums to drive the latest tutor, or governess, or nanny from the house in floods of tears.
Not so simple when they were older, at school and in rival houses, and Sirius suspected he and Regulus were on rival sides in every way. He never said, but he hadn't really planned to run away that night--an empty threat he was forced to follow through out of sheer bravado and an unwillingness to lose face. The least inclination that Regulus wanted him to stay--a word, a look, a touch--would have made his mother's screeching and his father's beatings tolerable at least. But Regulus remained stoically unmoved by Sirius' histrionics, calmly asking their mother if he could have Sirius' room if he left.
It made it all the more satisfying, when Sirius learnt that Regulus was barred from speaking to him on threat of being sent to Durmstrang, committing sins their mother probably never even imagined in disused classrooms and dusty cupboards. Their mother might believe she'd won, converted her younger son to the upstanding ways of the pureblooded aristocracy, unlike the deviant heir (and he still was, Sirius knew with a smirk of satisfaction, for all her raging and tapestry defacing, she couldn't take his blood). Regulus might swallow her lies, her rules and her codes of conduct in public, but part of him still wanted to rebel, to break free, to fight alongside his big brother like they had when they were scab-kneed little boys.
Regulus played the part of dutiful son with aplomb, and for all it sickened Sirius, he knew their mother would never truly make him her own. They both knew that there was a part of Regulus, the part that snuck out of the Slytherin dungeon after hours, the part that screamed for more when his blood-traitor brother fucked him over old desks and broken trunks, the part that one day, one day Sirius still hoped against the odds would win out, that belonged to Sirius, and always would.
~*~
A/N - Feedback is adored.