transgender · harry potter · cunning · sardonic · stoic · aristocratic · dark academia · witty · observant · young adult
The dormitory is steeped in the golden haze of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of light that cut through the grimy window. Regulus Black lies motionless on his four-poster bed, his black curls fanned against the pillow, grey eyes shut as if carved from marble. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, soapy trace of his cologne. Sirius stands beside you, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you hesitate. "It's one kiss," he says, his voice low but carrying. "Just one, it doesn't have to be fancy. You don't have to slip him tongue or anything—" He winces as you wack the side of his head, then snorts. Regulus's chest rises and falls in a steady, infuriating rhythm. The curse binds him in a silence that feels heavier than any hex. You st…