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green-ville · 9 months ago

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Regrets

pt 2

Synopsis: When Sirius Black came to her and asked her to watch over his godson, she didn’t think it would end up like this.

A Triwizard Tournament. The strongest, bravest, most courageous. Three willing participants to take on challenges larger than life and only one would be the victor of eternal glory. People had died in this challenge. Only an idiot would put their name in it.

When Sirina’s name is called, it was the last thing she expected.

When Harry’s name was called, the fourth wizard in a tournament of three, she knew her Uncle Sirius was right.

Someone was trying to kill him. And from the fact that she didn’t put her name in the Goblet of Fire, someone was clearly trying to kill her as well.

Family meant everything to her. Sirina refused to let Harry Potter die, and she’d take every risk to keep him alive.

In three days’ time, her first letter came. It was 10:20 pm and she was looking to go to sleep but excitement at getting a letter woke her all the way up. And then the contents of the letter? She never would’ve been able to fall asleep.

Two tickets dropped as she opened it. When she read them, her eyes widened.

“MANDY!” Siri screamed, leaving her room, throwing open Mandy’s door, and attacking her on her bed. Mandy shouted, thrown awake at her intrusion. Siri gripped her shoulders, euphoria at toxic levels. “WE’RE GOING TO THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!”

“IS THAT LIKE THE SUPERBOWL?!”

“FUCK YEAH IT IS!”

And then Mandy was ecstatic with her.

The issue? It was the next day. AKA, today London time.

The solution? Partaking in activities that some might consider outside of the bounds of legality.

But the sooner they got there the sooner they could pregame, and the easier it would be to show Mandy everything.

“Okay! Get dressed, I’ll work on getting us there – remember, we need to be forgettable. If they find out you’re a no-maj –“

“I’ll say I’m a squid.”

“Perfect. Get ready!”

“Then get off of me!”

Siri rushed out again, now in a frenzy as she got herself dressed, did her makeup, did her hair in braids, and then picked the object she would be using to travel there.

She chose a lamp she had been meaning to get rid of. She didn’t like it and didn’t care if it broke. Now, portkeys were a tricky thing and easy to mess up. Messing up meant making a mess of your body. And for clarifications sake, that meant you’d be in several different continents all at once, and the only vacation that would entail is a vacation from breathing.

So Siri took her time, using what she learned in reading about them and finally testing it out.

When she was done, Mandy was excitedly leaving the bathroom, all ready for a day of fun.

“Is that it?”

Siri grinned. “Hopefully.”

“Is this one of those dangerous things I shouldn’t ask questions about so I don’t get scared?”

“You know me so well.”

“I’m so excited! My first time seeing a match! Oh I can’t wait.”

“Okay, so in one minute,” she checked her pocket watch. “We grab onto the lamp. It’ll feel really weird. Don’t let go, you will die painfully. Let go when I say to, and then try to start walking, okay?”

Mandy had paled at the death part. “Oh God.”

“It’ll be fine – 5, 4 – “

“I’m scared – “

“2 – 1 - grab it!”

They both snatched it at the same time, and then the world was spinning. The ground was swept out beneath her and her living room blurred away.

“Oh my God!!”

“Isn’t it fun?!” Siri screamed at her, feeling the thrill just like she was in a Quidditch game.

“I’m gonna be sick!”

“HOLD IT!”

“I’M NEVER TRUSTING YOU AGAIN!”

“LET GO!”

“YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN- AHHH!”

Siri let go, Mandy following right after. Even though she had the knowledge on how to land more comfortably, it was still disorienting. The world going from a thousand miles per hour to slowing down like she had just sped run a hangover. She tried to walk, then started laughing as she watched Mandy slam into the grassy ground. The groan and wince was immediate and Siri laughed as she set down in a squat, still rough on the landing but a lot gentler than Mandy.

“Dude, I told you to walk.”

“You tell me a lot of things. Mandy, you’re gonna have fun. Mandy, trust me, I’d never cause you harm. Mandy, I want what’s best for you. There’s a rock in my back, Siri. I feel like I just got Narcan.”

“Stop your whining – “

Thud!

“Bloody hell.”

She turned as she helped Mandy up, eyes landing on six teens that just crash landed five feet away.

“Bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?” An older man said as he walked down the open air, a completely controlled decent as he joined the teens. There was another older man that matched the gingers of the group.

“They sound British,” Mandy whispered.

“Your observational skills are unparalleled. . .oh he’s cute.”

Another teen, but older than the ones that had been on the ground. Wavy light brown hair, a dimpled grin as he helped up one of the boys. . .

“Is that Harry Potter?” Mandy asked, eyes wide.

Siri blinked. “How did you know that?”

“I read all your newspapers like they’re the Bible. It’s so interesting.”

“Well stop looking, that’s suspicious. C’mon, we’ll take my broom and check things out first, get the lay of the land.”

She swung her leg over the broom, prepared for Mandy to follow. Mandy didn’t.

She giggled, waving to one of the ginger boys. A taller one that winked right back.

“Mandy!” Flirting already? They had been here for two minutes!

“I’m sorry,” she giggled again, cheeks rosy. She turned away, smiling from ear to ear as she followed suit and got on the broom, hands on Siri’s waist. “And you thought the other one was cute, can’t blame me for not being a coward and acting.”

“Oh, I’m the coward?” She twisted her head back, grin wicked. “Hold tight Mandy. Try not to scream this time.”

“Oh don’t Siri – AHHH!”

Mandy screamed as they took off, leaving the ground and entering the air low enough to be considered dangerous. They soared right above tents and vendors, swerved narrowly to avoid other dangerous flyers, and dove between the tents when there was a large enough opening. Mandy tightened up, scared about touching the ground and eating dirt if they fell. Siri brushed her fingers across the ground as they zipped right back up, fingers stained green.

“You’re having too much fun!”

“I’ve been flying since I was 5, trust me!”

“I do trust you, you like to show off!”

That was true. Siri did like attention. She had gotten injured from that.

They flew across the entire field, assessing the goodies and what to hit up first. This was Mandy’s fourth time in the wizarding world, but her first time getting to see a game. They had to accomplish a lot.

So they started with caffeine. It was close to midnight in U.S. time, but the start of the day here. They were going to be pulling an all nightery.

They found coffee stands. It was Irish Coffee so it was spiked. It provided them with energy and a buzz that was only enhanced by the exciting and loud environment.

They went shopping next of course. Mandy loved shopping and Siri liked having someone that picked out clothes for her. Siri stayed in the clothes she had worn for the day (crop tank top, skirt), but Mandy switched into clothes supporting Bulgaria. The red color scheme fit her better than green. It would’ve clashed with her red hair and made her look like a pimento olive.

They got their faces painted and then they found a vendor with beer. Naturally they partook.

At midday they finally had to sit down to eat something. They shared four appetizers, wanting to try it all. It was as they were eating at a picnic table that they were joined, two of the teenagers from before having the courage to sit beside them.

They were identical twins with an identical air of mischief.

“Enjoying the day ladies?”

Mandy’s cheeks reddened. She nodded, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Don’t watch Quidditch much?”

“No, but I’m considering starting.”

“It’s loads of fun, even better to play it,” the other twin said. “We’re beaters at Hogwarts. Pretty dangerous, but we’ve managed to keep our good looks.”

Siri grinned, one brow raising. “You’re very brave for that. I’ve watched a lot of Quidditch. I can’t even imagine how scared you must be going out there.”

Mandy gave her a discrete look. Siri barely contained her smile.

“Scared? Never. The thrill makes it all the worthwhile. What’d’you say to a game later? All friendly, just a bit of fun?”

Mandy shook her head immediately. “Oh no, I can’t do heights. I nearly passed out with Siri before.”

Siri considered backing down, but maybe this would get her an opening with Potter. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt anyone by messing up.”

One of the twins put his arm around her. “Don’t you worry luv, we’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

They scheduled the game for 3 pm, which allowed them to see the sites more. They parted so the Weasley twins could go and collect more for the game.

They shopped more, they drank even more, and by the time 3 came around, they were heading towards the agreed upon spot.

“Are you sure? This could go badly,” Mandy said, antisly playing with her shirt.

Siri, four beers and one Irish Coffee in, had no fear. “It’ll be chill. I’ll take it easy on them.”

“Are you sure Harry will even – “

“Hey Black!”

Siri turned to her name and found the Weasley twins headed her way, a group of players right behind them. “You ready for this?” George? called, grinning from ear to ear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I sure do hope no one gets hurt.”

Mandy snorted. “Laying it on thicker than a snicker.”

“We’ll keep the game clean,” Fred? promised, nudging her with his arm.

“So you’ve never played before?” The cute brunet from before asked, tone gentle, stormy eyes captivating.

“Well, I have, but nothing quite like this,” she carefully alluded the truth so she could have the benefit of saying ‘I didn’t lie’.

“You can be on my team then,” he offered, smiling warmly, making her heart flutter. “I’m the seeker, I’ll stick by you as much as I can to make sure you’re good.”

A frog had miraculously lodged itself in her throat. Her face warmed and she looked away, shocked by the sudden wash of intense feelings. “Oh wow, okay.”

Mandy grabbed her hand, dragging her up ahead as they got closer to the goal posts. “Dude, he’s a tall glass of water.”

“I think I need one,” she said, fanning her face. “I have fallen off my broom before, but never because of a cute player.”

“Hey Black! We’re going over the rules!” Fred? called, waving her over.

She jogged over, joining the group and leaning her broom against her hip so she could tie her hair back. Her crop top raised higher and three people glanced in that direction. She pretended to not notice it.

George went over the rules and the teams were split. Against the Weasley twins wishes, Siri ended up with Cedric.

“It’s only fair, if three girls were on one team there would be no chance for you guys,” Siri joked, winking at the ginger sister, Ginny? and an Angelina?

Angelina grinned. “I like you. May the best girl win,” she encouraged, reaching out her hand. Siri took it, feeling like she had just made her first friend since meeting Mandy. “The best of luck,” Siri returned, shaking her hand, meaning it. She shook Ginny’s hand too, wishing her good luck.

They split up to talk strategy.

Siri leaned on her broom; hip cocked as Cedric took charge. The sight was incredibly distracting.

“The Weasley twins are notoriously difficult, we’ll need to be cautious,” he explained, “Felix, you’re keeper, Axel and Rick, I know you’re chasers but I’ll need one of you to be beater- “

“I can do it.”

Cedric paused, everyone turning to look at her.

“I played softball since I was a kid. I think I can manage.”

“That’s. . .” Cedric hesitated. “That’s a hard position, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Can I try it and if it doesn’t go well, we can switch?”

Cedric still hesitated.

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

“We’ll watch out for her too,” Axel offered. “You know we’re rubbish at being beaters anyway. Let her try and if we need, we switch.”

“One of you always has to be near her, got it?” Cedric ordered. “She gets hit and you’re off the team.”

Siri didn’t know if she felt protected or babied, or both.

She made her point clear though when the game began and the balls were released.

Oh she feigned ignorance at first, too scared to make an aggressive move. Then Fred, the other teams beater, tried to knock Cedric off his broom with a hard hit.

He did a stationary 360, broom not wavering as he spun like a cycle in the washer. The ball would’ve missed him completely, but then Siri appeared and swung at the ball so hard it hit the opposites team keeper, Oliver Wood. He puffed out a breath, sent through the goal, and that opened the opportunity for Axel to zip forward and score them their first point.

“YEAH!” Siri shouted, shoving her bat into the air. “That’s what I’m talking about, keep it up!”

Cedric blinked at her, right beside her. “You said you’ve never played before?”

“I never said that.”

“But you – “

“Eyes on the prize Diggory, Potter better not win.”

She shot off, chasing after Axel who was about to get whacked with the bludger. “AXEL DUCK!”

He ducked and she was right there to whack it away again. This time she aimed for Fred, who had hit it in his direction. He evaded, mischievous air suffocating.

“George, I think she lied to us!”

“No, I don’t lie!” She assured, sticking beside Felix, protecting him as they went towards the goals together. “You just didn’t ask the right questions! Slow down!” She hissed to Rick, who glanced to her, and trusted her.

Siri zipped forward, heading straight for Oliver. He blinked, caught off guard by her tactic, and exclaimed “woah!” as he moved out of the way just before she crashed into him. She swerved so she didn’t hit the goal and Felix fired with a clear shot, scoring them the next point.

“LET’S GO!” Axel cheered, high fiving Rick. “NICE GOING BLACK!”

“Where did you find her?” Oliver called, scowling at Fred.

“She said – “

“She tricked us!” George exclaimed, elated at the realization.

“You’re both daft! Get on her!” Oliver ordered.

Siri grinned, cackling madly.

The game was, perhaps, the most fun she’s ever had playing Quidditch. Of course she loved playing at school, with high stakes, with high adrenaline, with so much energy coursing through the field it was palpable. But this? Playing with people she met that day? People that were willingly talking to her?

People that she felt actually liked her?

Siri had never had so much fun.

And it didn’t matter that they lost. They carried the points for the entire came, scoring more and more and then –

“Harry’s got it!”

Siri’s attention was stolen. She spotted Potter a distance away with his fist raised in the air. He was grinning proudly, and Cedric stopped the chase just beside him, slowly clapping for him.

Potter spotted her, and his eyes widened. “DUC – “

“SIRI!”

She tried to duck. The bludger ducked with her and nailed her right in the side of her ribs. She was shoved right off her broom and then gravity took hold as she descended.

On the bright side, this time she didn’t crash into the ground. She was actually caught before, which was good because the pain was immediate and if she had crashed landed too, she would’ve been knocked out cold.

Potter had a fast broom, the second last model from the looks of it. He had grabbed her hand and managed to yank her behind him.

They landed and she braced her ribs, going to the ground for stability.

“You good Black?”

“Thriving Potter,” she winced. “Nice game, you’re a good seeker.”

He kneeled in front of her, looking at her side. “It’s bruising. . .it may be broken.”

“Yeah I concur.”

The other players and watchers rushed towards them, Mandy sliding right beside her with a wild gaze.

“Siri, you good? Why didn’t you duck?!”

“I did duck,” she winced, “It followed.”

“Now I know why coach always yells at you,” Mandy sighed, peaking beneath her crop top. “It’s broken. Nothing you can do but deep breaths, ice, and pain relievers.”

“The bone can be mended,” Cedric corrected. “We just need a healer.”

Mandy quieted, her nurse mode dying as she remembered, yes, magic existed.

“I’ll take you to one. My dad and I are right beside one, it’s not that far away,” Cedric offered.

Siri glanced to Mandy. Mandy shook her head. “I’ll be right here, go get that fixed. You don’t take care of yourself already, the last thing you need is to get a pneumonia.”

Siri scowled. “I manage just fine.”

“Look at your ribs hon.”

Mandy stood, offering her hand. “C’mon now, before the game starts! We should’ve left to grab our seats twenty minutes ago anyway!”

Siri allowed herself to be pulled up, wincing again from her ribs. “It doesn’t start for an hour anyway,” she said, reaching for her discarded broom.

“I think maybe I should fly you,” Cedric offered, coming between her and the broom. “Just in case.”

Just in case.

“I’m fine, really – “

“I agree,” Mandy encouraged, pushing Siri forward. “She might fall and exacerbate the issue. Good thinking Cedric.”

Cedric smiled at her. Siri scowled, thinking of a dozen and a half curses.

And yet she got on his broom behind him, avoiding making any contact with him to avoid any further comments.

“You ready?”

“Yep.”

“Hold on tight.”

She had no intention of holding onto him. He sped forward and she nearly fell off despite being braced for the speed. Holding onto him was unintentional, but she could’ve sworn he chuckled after she grabbed him.

The healer was, thankfully, still in her tent. She saw the injury, said it would be a minute, and retired deep into her tent to collect the item she needed.

That left her and Cedric alone, again.

“How long have you played?” He asked her, hands in his pockets.

“Uh. . .5 years now? But I played softball before that, which definitely helped.”

“And that’s a muggle sport?”

“What’s a muggle?”

“Non magical person?”

“Oh! We call them no-maj's. Yeah, it’s a muggle sport.”

“Did you grow up in the muggle world?”

“Well, kinda? I went to no-maj's boarding school when I was a kid. How bout you?”

“Homeschooled. When did you find out you were a witch?”

The healer came back with a potion. “Drink up, should be healed within the hour. The bruise will remain, only time can heal that.”

Siri looked at it, lips curling at the thick liquid. “Doesn’t come with a chaser, does it?”

Cedric laughed. The healer raised a brow. “Is that how this started? A few drinks and a game of Quidditch. Children,” she shook her head, displeased. “Children, never know their own limits. Drink it, please! While we still have time to get to the game.”

“Cheers,” Siri said, braced herself, and drank. It was the worst thing she had ever drank. If earth came in the form of chunky smoothie, this would be it.

At one point she gagged, thinking she was going to throw it up.

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s not that bad.”

She finished it, stomach churning. “I have regrets,” she said, face twisted into a sour expression as she handed over the empty glass.

“You’re fine, out with you now,” the healer said, ushering them out.

They got back on the broom, this time Siri putting her hand on Cedric before he knocked her off the broom. “Pro tip, don’t break your ribs. Drink isn’t good.”

“Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

She flushed. “We uh, we have to get to the game. I have to get back to Mandy – “

“One quick drink? We grab and go.”

She couldn’t say no.

They got in line and it flew by. Then they had their drinks, butterbeer (whatever that was), and were flying again.

“So, why do they call you Black?”

“We go by last names at school,” she explained, sipping her drink. “I go to Ilvermorny.”

“That would explain the accent.”

“Yeah, I live in the U.S.,” basically. She didn’t have any intent of living in the UK, until her Uncle appeared, of course. “But I’ve known Mandy forever.”

“So she gets Siri privileges?”

“That she does.”

“What do I have to do to get those privileges?”

She flushed again, sipping her beer to postpone a response and maybe get some more confidence. “Uh. . .well uh. . .honestly, only my friends call me Siri, which brings the total to one. Everyone else just calls me Black.”

“In that case, you can consider me your friend. My friends call me Ced or Cedric, feel free to call me yours.”

She went all red and didn’t even get the chance to respond because then they were there, and Mandy was rushing to her.

“What’s the verdict?” She asked.

“It’s terminal,” Siri responded. “They had to cut it off.”

The Weasley twins grinned. “You’re alright in our book Black. We’ll even forgive you for that deceit.”

“In my defense,” she said, “you’re the ones that wanted an ego boost. Oh, oh no!” she collapsed into Mandy’s side. “Quidditch is so dangerous!” Cedric smiled, and then started to laugh as she continued. “People get injured all the time! We’ve maintained our good looks though.”

Mandy started to laugh, resting the back of her hand on her forehead. “Oh Siri, I could’ve died. Please, tell me how brave I am?”

“The bravest. My hero!”

“Alright alright, before our ego’s get too bruised,” George laughed, nudging her again. “Can’t blame me for making a move.”

“No, I was very impressed. Normally I scare people off.”

Mandy snorted. “Nearly scared me off when we first moved in together. We had known each other since boarding school and then we decide to move in together and she tells me – “

“The game starts in thirty minutes!” Siri exclaimed, looking at her watch. Simultaneously bringing attention to the important news and stopping Mandy from exposing the fact that she knew Siri was a witch. “Shit, we gotta go!”

“Where’re your seats?” Cedric called. “Maybe we’re close by?”

“I have no idea!”

“How can you not know?!”

“I struggle with the basic english dialect.”

“She’s dyslexic,” Mandy explained, getting on the broom behind her. “We’re on the top row.”

“We’re the same!” The twins exclaimed together. “See you then Black, Mandy.”

“See you then!”

The game? Fantastic. Phenomenal. Siri had always hated being benched. She hated that she was missing the action and she wanted to be in the game instead of watching it from afar and getting angry with terrible plays. But this? This was inspirational at the very least. The plays. The screaming. The energy?

Siri had never felt so alive.

Her voice had never gone so hoarse so quick, either.

“LET’S GOO!”

“FOUL! FUCKING FOUL YOU DUMBASS!”

“I’VE MET BLIND PEOPLE WITH BETTER EYESIGHT THAN YOU!” That one was Mandy. She was yelling at a referee.

“I question how you care for patients,” Siri said.

“I’m a fucking angel,” Mandy assured, drinking her beer. “NOW SHOW SOME ENERGY! GAME’S NOT DONE YET!”

Siri joined in the screaming.

By the time the Irish won (Bulgaria got the snitch, Ireland had more points in the end), both Mandy and her voices were hoarse, and they were thoroughly buzzed.

They collapsed on their seats as people mass exited. It was a silent agreement to wait for the crowds to dissipate because they had a long way to go down.

“This may have been the best day of my life,” Mandy said, leaning her head against Siri’s shoulder.

Siri smiled. “It was so great. And hey, I can breathe almost normally again.”

“I can’t believe you let that ball hit you. It was so obviously coming at you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry miss perfect. Next time I’ll just have 40/40 vision.”

“Am I asking for too much?”

Siri snorted.

“So what happens now?” Mandy asked. “You moving here?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “He’s a good kid. I. . .In Sirius’ letter he said the paperwork was already filed. I’ve been transferred.”

“So you are moving?”

“I don’t have to. I can travel back and forth.”

“It’s not legal, Siri. One of these days you’re gonna get caught doing something you’re not supposed to. I don’t want to see that.”

She rested her head on Mandy’s. “I’ll be careful.”

“You always so that, and then you never are.”

“I promise. We have to grow old together and talk crap about our husbands one day. How will I do that if I die young?”

“You could get pregnant young. I want to be an Aunt.”

“Uh, no. I’m not my mom.”

Mandy’s entire personality quieted. “How old was she?” She whispered.

“23.”

“And. . .your dad?”

“18.”

“Jeez.”

“Yeah.”

Siri remembered bits of her. She had been five when she died. She remembered sad eyes, lifeless hair, a quiet house. Siri didn’t remember feeling neglected, not until she moved in with the Argents, but she did remember feeling alone. Always with her mother but incredibly alone.

When her mother died, life didn’t change that much.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Mandy assured, holding her hand. “We’re family, you have my back and I have yours.”

Siri smiled, hiding the sadness that she felt. “Without a doubt.”

Slowly they began to make their way down, the crowds now cleared enough for it to not be chaotic. Mandy continued to talk to her, recounting the plays and everything, speaking like a real witch that had grown up in the magical world. Siri responded as appropriate, but her head was far away.

He had died young. She had died young. Maybe she was destined for the same thing? Maybe she never would get that family that she wanted.

The thought haunted her as they made their way all the way down to the bottom.

Going up had been the hard part. At least going down was easier.

When they got outside the energy returned and Siri forgot about her haunting memories. Her debilitating thoughts. She started to truly laugh and joke again as she walked through the stands with Mandy, thoroughly exhausted from pulling an unintentional all-nighter, and yet not wanting the day to end.

Until the screaming started.

At first it blended in. She didn’t differentiate that screaming from ‘ah, Ireland won, yeah!’ or ‘ah it was a rubbish game!’

Until Mandy stopped, holding her wrist in a suddenly cold grip. “Siri. . .that doesn’t sound right.”

She sobered up in an instant, all side effects of beer gone. She listened in and then she heard it. Her blood ran icy. “Get out.”

“What?” Mandy was pale as paper.

“You need to leave. Run the opposite way!”

“What about you?! I can’t leave you!”

“I have to make sure Potter’s okay! You go, promise me you’ll run and won’t stop!” Siri exclaimed, more screams of absolute, unfiltered terror piercing the night. She grabbed Mandy’s shoulders tight. “Mandy you run okay? Promise me!”

“I promise, but Siri – “

Siri took off. “GO!” She screamed, shoving into the crowd and running like she was a track star and not an asthmatic.

She ran against the grain, forcing her to shove into people. Any other day she would’ve felt bad, but she had a foggy memory of how to get to Potter, and she needed to work with what she had. Getting distracted by the crowds was not part of that plan.

Her side, the one that got hit with the bludger, started to throb, radiating across her entire left side. She braced it, getting winded and wishing she had grabbed her inhaler. Mandy had her purse though.

She was rammed into on that same side which made everything even better. She nearly ate dirt, managing to catch her footing last second and keep rushing forward in a stumble. She turned at a clothing vendor, and then she found them.

No, not Potter. Not Weasley either – any of the 20 something there were.

Deatheaters.

A problem in UK, not really in the U.S.

A prominent problem now as several of them walked forward, confidence stinking up the area. They were chanting, some casting spells that lit tents on fires, others casting spells that raised people in the air, torturing them.

Siri was frozen in place, horror striking her immobile.

And once again she didn’t think. How could she? These people were being hurt by the cruelest of cruel.

Her dad had regrets.

Siri would have no such thing.

So she did it without thinking.

The spell for water was something she learned in her first year. It blew out of her wand like a Yellowstone geyser, washing the area in its powerful wash. It drenched everything in site and she demanded more, more, even more. Until she couldn’t see the fire in a fifty-foot radius. Until the Deatheaters were soaked. Until every captive they had raised off the ground to torture them was dropped, disappearing in the tents. Until she had all their attention, and the crowd around her had dissipated.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size,” she snarled at them, anger burning just like that fire had.

“Your sacrifice is as insignificant as you are,” one said, whipping out a spell wordlessly.

She knew how to do that as well.

She whipped it right back to the person beside them, and returned fire. The others fired at her now, realizing she wasn’t going to go down quickly, and this was exactly what she took extra classes for.

Her father had died in war. Her mother died after, haunted by what she lost. Her Uncle, the one that raised her, had fought in the war and lived. He was never the same. And her new Uncle, who she never thought she’d meet? His scars were as prominent as his tattoos.

Siri had learned defense magic very early on. Her legal guardian had signed up all his children to take them.

Like she said. He may not have loved her, but he gave her what she needed.

The spells that were sent her way were either cast aside or sent to someone else. Hopefully they were stupid enough to let it hit, most deflected. She started bringing in help, sending tents flying at them with the simple ‘wingardium leviosa!’ spell she knew like the back of her hand. She cast out more water to distract them, then used her free hand to bring over another tent to ram into them.

Then she got hit with a spell she couldn’t deflect.

She stilled, shock turning her entire body to ice.

No more spells were cast her way. No more were needed.

This one sliced her open. Several cuts formed on her body and her shaking hand slowly raised to her neck, pressing against the severed skin as she fell to her knees, and then hit the ground entirely.

There was no mind numbing pain. It was more shock. This couldn’t be happening, how could she be dying, what type of spell could this even be. . .

Blood soaked her clothes.

Dark spots consumed her vision.

The last thing she saw before she passed out was dark eyes. Darker than ink. They hovered above her, and a deep voice whispered a spell that circulated in her mind as unconsciousness claimed her.

Waking up wasn’t something she expected to do. Whether she was grateful or not, only time would tell.

Sitting up wasn’t a good decision but she never made those anyway, why start now.

The world around her, which had once been so violently vibrant with life and uncontainable happiness, was now dark and grim, deprived of any semblance of its past.

Her entire body hurt. She saw why when she looked down. Blood turned her crop top and skirt crunchy. It was dried which was the good thing, it had come from her which was the bad thing. The slices that had previously littered her skin were gone, but not entirely. Almost entirely healed, in its places crusted scabs. Like whoever had been healing her had to leave before completing the job.

The bruise that took up a majority of her left ribs bloomed proudly beneath the dried blood.

The fact that she had almost died kept her calm. Deadly calm, really.

She stood, finding her wand and gripping it tight. The world was silent for as far as she could see. She cast a tracking spell, letting it guide her. She crept through the ash consumed campsite, nothing but a future graveyard from the looks of it.

Her head was empty, she was fueled by a need for movement.

A need to not think about what could’ve just happened if a stranger hadn’t arrived. . .hadn’t known the spell to use. . .hadn’t had an ounce of goodness in his heart to save her.

She couldn’t think about it, so she didn’t.

Then when she found Harry Potter, her Uncle’s godson, face down on the ground, she didn’t think again either. She grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to shelter where they could conceal themselves against a barely standing tent. She didn’t know why but she wrapped herself around him, holding him tight to her with her wand at the ready. Like she could protect him if she just held him and willed there to be no attackers.

And she could honestly not remember how long she sat there in the cold, entire body aching, holding the chosen one. Waiting for death to find them but never arriving.

Harry Potter woke first.

It was slow, he started to move, his eyes opened, and she put her hand on his mouth to quiet him.

“Be quiet,” she whispered to him. “I don’t know who’s around.”

He tightened like a snake around its prey, and twisted back to see who it was. He didn’t know her based off her voice, but he did remember her face. Even in the dark night she could see how his eyes widened. His pupils were blown so wide the green nearly vanished from existence.

“Black. . .”

She put a finger against her lips, shaking her head.

He quieted down, scooting out from her hold to sit beside her.

And that was where they stayed for another indiscernible amount of time.

She would’ve preferred to remain just like that. Naturally someone came. They heard his voice from a short distance away and curiosity was provoked. If Siri hadn’t done something Potter would have. She motioned for him to stay put, and peaked around the flap of the tent they hid behind. What she saw she didn’t like.

Harry rested a hand on her, having not listened to her, and watched the scene for himself. His head was right above hers.

A Deatheater, this one electing to not wear a mask like the others. His face was out for the world to see, but that didn’t matter because the crowds were all gone. He cast a spell she didn’t know into the sky, and her dark gaze reflected the green monstrosity that overtook the clouds.

That. . .that she did know.

“The dark mark,” she didn’t mean to say it. Shock slipped it out.

“AH!”

Her eyes widened, Harry not knowing how to exclaim in pain covertly and his volume drawing the attention of the Deatheater.

His line of sight snapped to them right away, and he walked forward. Siri shoved Potter back with an elbow to the gut, raising her wand and snapping out a spell the second it came to mind.

“Harry!” A boy exclaimed, and hopefully it wasn’t a Deatheater by the use of his name in a non-aggressive manner. She really couldn’t split her attention right now.

The man deflected it like it was nothing, began his own spell, and then she was being attacked from behind.

“STUPIFY!”

“Ah!” She was grabbed and shoved to the ground, a body covering her as red spells shot overhead, threatening to knock her out if she hadn’t been moved.

She snatched her wand and threw up a shield, the foggy white particles acting as a barricade and stopping the spell from reaching them. “Go!” She snapped at Potter. “Get out now!”

“Not without you!” He said it like it was the easiest thing ever. Like he didn’t have to think to not abandon her.

Another wave of spells rammed into her barrier and she held her wrist, steeling her grip and reinforcing her spell.

“STOP! STOP! THAT’S MY SON! THAT’S. MY. SON.” The ginger haired dad from before rushed forward and the spells stopped.

The three others came to a stand, Siri more hesitant to take hers.

“Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you alright?”

“I think I’ve been better.”

“We came back for Harry.”

“Which of you casted it?!” One man exclaimed. “You’ve been caught at the scene of the crime!”

“Barty, they’re just kids!”

“What crime?” Potter asked, lost.

He was kept from an answer, another man coming forward. He was the tallest of the group and he commanded attention. His personality was defined by silver. Silver accessories, silver hair, a silver wand. She would have recognized him anywhere. His tan skin was the same as her own.

She was surprised he recognized her.

“Barty,” he said, voice soft and controlling. “They did not do it.”

“You speak for them, Argent? Where you there? You can say this for certain?” He rushed out, the man clearly paranoid.

Argent looked down at him. “My adopted daughter is one of them. Be careful of accusing her, I don’t take it lightly.”

Everyone looked to Hermione. Siri moved forward and did something she hadn’t done since she was 6.

She came right up to her Uncle, telling him she needed a hug by resting her head against his chest. Her arms stayed at her side, but he wrapped his arms around her, his own shock at her actions deafening. He smelled like a home that had never been hers. The nostalgia worked to calm her down anyway.

“Sirina. . .are you okay?”

The nostalgia went one on one with ‘are you okay’ and lost.

She laughed, knowing that hysteria was ten feet away and coming in hot. “Yeah, yeah, definitely fine.”

“Were you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, water sliding down her dirty cheeks. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what came over me.” She stepped back, wiping her eyes and making a mess of the dirt on her face and the dried blood on her hand. “There was a man over there. He cast the dark mark. He was young, no older than thirty. He ran away.”

“Gentlemen, with me.”

The man named Barty stole most of the men away. Her Uncle and Mr. Weasley lingered. Her Uncle didn’t stop looking at her, spotting all the blood on her with the faint glow of his wand.

“Sirina. . .” He said again, brows drawn together in concern. He faltered on what to say next.

“I’m sorry sir, I have to go find my friend. We. . .we got split up. I’ll. . .I’m gonna head out. . .”

Sirina left, ignoring her name being called, plagued by the memories of getting cut open. She could still hear herself choking on her own blood.

#sirius black #harry potter #regulus black #regulus black daughter #cedric diggory x oc #hermione granger #ron weasley #george weasley #fred weasley

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craw-dacious · 1 year ago

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Thats the art of getting by, by sarewolf

Again, new to marauders. This fic 3 that I’ve read. Feel free to shoot me recs, currently looking for ~100,000 word fic with a good angst balance and no major character death.

Summary: Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter one

I already like the opening quote. Can tell the writing is going to be good.

God the angst is already great

He’s only 24 wild

I kind of forgot just how much he lost that night, like all of his closest friends were dead. Even in canon, with no world star this probably sucks the worst for Lupin.

Okay I’m actually crying already

I’ve been wanting a babyfic since the first one I read

This is such a hard thing to do, parenting is hard without the trauma and sob storying

Chapter two

I wonder how they are going to reincorporate Sirius

And I’m concerned about Harry’s quietness, I feel like that’s not consistent with who he grows up to be

Hoping for some baby Ron and harry content eventually

I never give Kudos until the end of the fic, this is incredible and I absolutely adore it already

Literally crying from how sad Remus is Jesus

Chapter three

YES love old lady gossip

Neris is so cute delicious

Plus Harry is opening up a lot, so far very happy chapter!

So gay bruh

HARRY BEING SAD TOO IS KILLING ME JUST A BABY FR

This is actually fucking INFURIATING him being like “Sirius never loved us” like BRO I know you’re being LIED TO but I CANNOT HANDLE IT TOO SAD

Chapter four

Now I need to be a depressed widow with a three year old son who loves me

Like I think just having a child would patch my soul

This is actually the cutest thing ever love love love

I think me and remus lupin are the same person

Like gay traumatized werewolf = teenaged girl

“Oh the memories, oh the love” SO ME

YES RON AND HARRY BEST FRIENDS IM GONNA SOB

Damn he’s in love with Sirius fr fr

Can tell this is a shift, so gonna do a small recap

Wonderful characterization

Remus kind of being forced to push forward is great narratively, a little concerned about how it will work with pacing

They write Harry very well, not annoying as children can often be in fic

Chapter five

This is what I wanted, you see James and Lily in harry and remus is just thoughtful and reflective enough to show the audience the importance of this its just MWAH

Oh my god

Baby trauma. He’s so cute and being such a little bitch

Literally so sad, like remus is such a better parent than the Dursleys could ever be but him knowing what harry had makes it sad

If I have to read “angry fucks” again im gonna lose it, say sex please, at least sometimes

YES HE’S FREEEE

Chapter six

God this sucks, like I know they aren’t truly in danger but the emotional turmoil goes crazy

3 chapters till we get Sirius saying it now

Cannot understate how much remus’s pining and distraught connects to me

Like I can tell they were in love but SO TOXIC which, again, is teenage girl core

Not to diminish the relationship, I think the way teenage girls evaluate breakups and romance is like peak human condition and is incredibly poignant amidst the issues of war and death and loss.

YES FUCK YES HELL YEAH INNOCENT INNOCENT INNOCENTTTTTT FUCK PETER HATE THAT SON OF A BITCH

Chapter seven

UGH I know I said fuck Peter but this still sucks ass

When do I get to see Sirius. Ik I said 3 chapters but I didn’t mean it

Damn Petes evil as fuck

The justice in him being DECLARED innocent is so beautiful. I wish that could’ve happened in the books, he died being known as a shitty, terrible human being

Chapter eight

Ok skip this shit and jump to the gay sex I do not want a flashback rn I need TEARS

Jk obviously its important and builds suspense, well written two with good symbolism

Fuck fuck fuck fuck just kiss please I need them to kiss please

Like I actually cannot watch them be fucking roommates ill vomit

Sobbing sobbing sobbing “I hope not” Jesus fucking christ let me suck the authors dick I love this sm

Chapter nine

Just taking in the idea that both Sirius and Harry see each other as a replacement for James in the books, that is such a beautiful like concept with such horrible influences on how they treat each other and I really want to see how its reconciled here, if its relevant at all

Harry with his two dads that barely speak to each other

I do need reconciliation but making sure the weight of tragedy is like there also seems important

But also, please, just fuck already

Chapter ten

Ok remus time to put your big boy pants on and apologize

Like actually nothing will fix itself until you say sorry man

“He’s pack” BRUH harry

Pls having to tell everyone you’re living with this famous not-criminal is so funny I actually am losing it

Pls just be nice to each other for once bruh

Yay!! Nice!!

They’re so like fucked up its messy brother

Chapter eleven

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA KMS

The dog plushie, the memory album, literally everything god I love Christmas

Omfg. Sweater. Sobbing.

AND HITTING ME WITH ANGST AT THE END. This is such a good joy-depression balance

Like its SO SO SAD like irrevocably depressing and filled with grief but also like LIFE and CHILDHOOD and JOY and bruuuhh

Chapter twelve

evil

Chapter fourteen

Basically skipped twelve and thirteen

Jesus Christ

That was gay sex fs

The dementors kiss scene was fucking heart breaking, like devastatingly sad but obviously Peter deserved it

Actually idk, soullessness is so horrific

Then THE KISS and the SEX and everything it was so raw and good and Jesus fucking christ

I want to have sex with eric again bruh

Just so sad, and so happy at the end with the talk of learning to live with it and just UGH amazing I love it

Literally cannot think of a critique atm, im sure ill have some at the end though

FULL RECAP

Yes I know I skipped 16 and 17 and I'm sorry.

Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH. I will say I wish there was more to the plot than “everyone is sad and trying to not be anymore”While that is a completely reasonable story, it does make it a little boring. But because this fic is fairly short it works out alright. My only true criticism is going to be on the pacing. I am not sure at all when Harry and Remus were introduced to each other, or how far after that Sirius came into their lives. I also think Harry and Sirius’ connection, while amazing, was a bit unrealistic at the beginning. For a child with this much past to IMMEDIATELY latch onto someone like this is kinda wild, but it works for the story so no big deal honestly. I think characterizations were good, not great. However, this is a situation we haven’t seen marauders in and I’m not super familiar with how marauders are usually characterized outside of reading the books and watching movies, so I’d reevaluate characterization stuff once im more engrossed in the fandom.

This is something I just thought about while adding tags, having moody in this fic was nice. He's a character I'd like to see more out of what I've read so far in marauders

9/10, truly loved this one

#fanfiction #wolfstar #harry potter #fic rec #fic #post war #post azkaban sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #alastor moody #baby harry

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 years ago

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Bella & Susan

CW: Domestic Violence & Toxic Masculinity.

I have a lots of plans for The Black Sisters in my Muggle AU. Bellatrix had always been bisexual in my mind. Let me know if you want to know more about this story.

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Bellatrix’s dream was to be someone important. Ever since she was little, she detested princesses that were stupid enough to be damsels in distress. She didn’t play to be the princess, or the mom, or the kind teacher, like her sisters. She liked being a Queen of a distant kingdom, a warrior, a powerful witch. And a business girl. Just like her father.

Princesses were stupid in Bella’s mind. She wanted to be something more. Never wait to be rescued by a prince. Rescue herself.

Bellatrix loved to hear how Cygnus talked about his business. Bella admired how her father had everything under control, he was a ruler and everyone was at his feet. Cygnus didn’t need anyone else to make decisions. He was the one to make them for himself. Cygnus was the boss. The President of the Company, well kind of replacing Grandpa Pollux because he was sick. But Cygnus was the Heir.

And Bella wanted to be next. She wanted to own everything. Not because of the money, Bella knew that she would be rich either way. But because he wanted to be the boss. She wanted to be the one to make decisions and have everyone at her feet.

But the precious Heir was now her cousin Sirius. Just because he was a boy and Bella was a girl. It wasn’t fair. Sirius was barely thirteen. He was a beast, immature, and disobedient. Bella was sure his balls hadn’t even grown yet.

Bella knew everything about the Company. She had always been there, listening to her father, pendant of the meetings and the business. She knew what her Uncle Orion did. What her Uncle Alphard did. She knew about their discussions, the investments, future projects, who owned shares and who had more shares.

Sirius didn’t want or deserve to be the Heir. Bella wanted it more than anything.

So Bellatrix had a plan. She was gonna work with her father, side by side, learn about everything and be good enough to prove to her family and the rest of the shake holders she could rule The Black Empire. Even better than any of the assholes that had done it before. Bella had to break the tradition. It was 2009. Those wankers couldn’t be sexist still.

Bellatrix never planned to meet Susan though. She never expected Susan to fill up her brain and become everything, even more important than her central dream, and so fast.

Susan Runcorn was Cygnus' assistant. Pretty girl. Shorter. Amber eyes and blond curls. But not pretty like Bellatrix was. The first time she saw her, Bellatrix didn’t even pay her attention. “Good afternoon, Miss Black” she had said, and Bella hadn’t even answered.

But Bella noticed Susan when she heard her crying in the bathroom. Bellatrix knew it was her because of the horrible shoes she used to wear. So she knocked into the stall.

“I know you are in there”

There were a few sniffs and then the sound of the toilet flushing. And then Susan came out. She pretended to smile but her eyes were red and puffy. Bellatrix was not stupid.

“Miss Black, good afternoon” Susan said with a soft smile and walked to the basin.

“Does my father treat you so badly that you are crying?”

Susan looked down embarrassed.

“Your father is nice to me, Miss Black”

“Then what happened?”

Andromeda was the kind one who would’ve comforted Susan even though she was a stranger. Saying dumb things like: “Everything will be okay”. But Bella was allergic to those kinds of affective words.

Susan was silent for a while.

“No offense, Miss Black but those are personal matters”

When Susan pulled her sleeve up to wash her hands, Bellatrix saw some bruises. But then she looked away.

“Whatever. We are not even friends” she spat as she walked inside a stall and closed the door.

That was the beginning of everything.

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Cygnus had prepared a little desk for Bellatrix just outside his office. Bella didn’t have to keep a schedule, she was just there to help her father with stuff. Bellatrix knew Cygnus didn’t take her seriously. He had accepted to have Bella around the office only to shut her up.

And now Bellatrix had to sit next to Susan everyday. A few meters away, actually. And Bellatrix got annoyed about the way Susan was. So delicate and nice. She was worse than Andy. At least Andy had some personality.

“Good afternoon, Miss Black” Susan always said when Bellatrix arrived after her morning classes at Uni.

Bellatrix never answered. But this time she stopped in front of her father’s door.

“If I don’t say hello to you, you’re gonna cry?”

Bellatrix only said that because Susan still followed with her eyes and smiled at her. Even if Bella didn’t answer her greetings.

Susan looked away sadly. So Bellatrix knocked and opened the door.

“Hi Daddy!”

It was like that for over a month. Bella went to Uni and hung out with her friends and Andy. They’d been having lots of fun going to The Leaky Cauldron. A cafeteria near their faculty, because they discovered Ted Tonks worked there and Bella loved messing up with him.

But most of the time Bellatrix was in the Office. She had assisted meetings and she was thinking of a plan for the new Black Empire’s project. Cygnus had the perfect idea for a new mall at the center of the city. But there were a few old houses that didn’t want to sell.

Bellatrix stayed at the office until late because she was hung up by the work she was doing. But so was Susan.

“Susan, I need the bloody report by tomorrow. Do you understand?” Cygnus had said before leaving.

“Yes, sir”

And then he had turned to Bella.

“And you go home, darling… My sweet girl is gonna be tired”

“Can I go with you, daddy?”

“I actually have a business dinner. Tell your mother I’ll be home late”

That’s what Bella wanted in the future. To be the one in business dinners. Not the stupid wife waiting home.

Cygnus started walking but then he stopped, grabbing something from his pocket.

“Why don’t you drive my car home, sweetheart?” Cygnus smiled, giving Bella the keys.

“Really?” It was odd for Bellatrix's father. He loved his Porsche more than anything.

“I am driving with your Uncle, love” Cygnus nodded “Plus, I trust you. Let’s give the driving lessons some use”

Bellatrix squealed, and got up from her seat to hug and kiss her father.

“Thank you, Daddy! I love you!”

“Love you too” Cygnus smiled. Then he walked away “Don’t stay until too late, Bella”

Bella noticed Susan had been staring at her.

“What are you looking at?”

Susan looked away “I wasn’t”

Susan sighed and got to work. Bella couldn’t just leave if she wanted to. But she didn’t.

It was an hour later and none of them had finished what they had been doing. It was pure silence, and the sound of the keyboard and mouse.

Bella, when I u comin home?

Andromeda texted.

Soon

Bella answered.

U’re taking this job 2 seriously

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. Andromeda was too soft sometimes. Probably waiting to marry someone. But not Bella. She was gonna work hard for this.

Bella decided to make herself a coffee. She didn’t ask if Susan wanted one. She didn’t care. Besides, the girl was too concentrated to notice anything.

By the time Bella returned with her coffee, she heard screams.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT, SUSAN! WE ARE LEAVING NOW! PICK UP YOUR THINGS, COME ON! COME ON NOW!”

Bellatrix took a peek from behind the wall. It was Albert Runcorn. Bella had known that man since forever. He was Cygnus’ friend. The Head of Finance in The Company. And Susan’s husband. Even if he was too old to be her husband. He was around her father’s age.

“Okay, okay, Albert” Susan was saying calmly as she picked up her things “Just be patient”

“COME ON! ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED? YOU’RE TAKING AGES!”

Susan didn’t respond to that.

“I told you I hate when you stay longer than necessary. What is it? Do you want to suck your boss’ dick?”

Bellatrix had had enough.

“Is everything okay?” Bellatrix came out of her hiding.

Runcorn was surprised to see her. He was a bit pale even. Susan was embarrassed and she was still picking up her things as quickly as she could.

Runcorn gave her a smile. His expression totally changed. He was the smiley nice man that sometimes Bella had seen at home. Not the monster that had screamed.

“Bellatrix!” he sneered. “What a surprise to see you here. I heard you are now working with your father”

Bellatrix simply looked at him “Mr. Runcorn”

“I haven’t seen you since your sweet sixteen party” Runcorn smirked “What a nice evening, ha?” then his eyes traveled through Bella’s body “It seems like you’ve grown”

Bellatrix was used to boys at Uni and her male friends to stare at her body all the time. But this was disgusting.

“And it seems like you’re in a hurry, Mr. Runcorn”

Runcorn snorted nervously.

“Oh yes. I actually am. Susan and I made dinner reservations and I don’t want to be late”

Susan was static. She seemed so tense and scared by this conversation.

“Are you ready, darling?” Runcorn added, now with a sweet and tender tone. So different from how he had spoken before.

Susan was going to answer but Bellatrix was faster.

“Actually, Mr. Runcorn. Susan cannot leave” she walked and placed herself in front of Susan, facing her husband. And how angry that man looked. He clenched his teeth.

“And why is that?” Runcorn asked, trying to be polite. But Bella was enjoying his face. It looked like he was having a shit.

“Susan” Bella turned to her. She was so pale “Daddy asked you to finish that report, didn’t he? He instructed you not to leave before finishing it. Have you finished it yet?”

Bellatrix was trying to tell Susan to follow her lead. But Susan was too scared to do anything.

“Amm… No” But she wasn’t as dumb as Bella had thought.

Bella turned to Runcorn again, she smiled.

“Sorry, Mr. Runcorn” she said, sounding as innocent as she could. She was an expert at acting innocent. She did that all the time with her father “Daddy is gonna get so angry without that report”

Runcorn looked like he ate something in a bad state.

“What am I supposed to do, wait for her?” Runcorn asked “We were having dinner with my parents, weren’t we darling?”

Bellatrix couldn’t believe that the man's parents were still alive. How old was he?

“We had plans, Miss Black” Susan’s answer was barely a whisper.

“I promise you I will make sure your wife finishes quickly” Bella said “And I will personally take her to the restaurant. How about that?”

Runcorn was hesitant. He was containing himself. He probably wanted to yell at Bellatrix. That’s why Bella loved power so much. She was untouchable.

“Or… I can call Daddy and…”

“Fine! I guess I will go ahead first” Runcorn smiled. Bless the power. “And I will scold Cygnus for filling my wife with too much work”

He said as a joke so Bellatrix chuckled fakely.

“See you later, darling” Runcorn added, looking at Susan in a hateful way. Then he smiled at Bellatrix “It was nice seeing you again, Bellatrix. I hope we can meet again around the office”

“Surely” Bella faked a smile.

Runcorn walked away and when he was gone, Susan let out the air she was holding. Bellatrix looked at her. She looked so pale and worried.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Miss Black”

“You should thank me” Bella snapped “I took that wanker off you for a while”

Susan shook her head.

“Does he always speak to you like that?”

“Albert was just angry, rightfully. His parents don’t like waiting and we had a compromise with them”

“Is Albert your second boss? Or your husband?” Bella joked.

Susan sighed.

“I should better go”

Bellatrix wanted to slap that girl into her senses. Why was she so submissive? It was so fucking annoying.

“Have you finished the report?”

“Yes”

“I want to read it” Bella said, taking a seat in Susan’s desk “You’ll be able to leave only when I say it is perfect”

Susan seemed frustrated but she didn’t protest. No wonder people stepped over her. She didn’t even defend herself. When Susan leaned in to turn on the computer, Bella could smell her sweet perfume. It had a nice smell. Those kinds of smells you couldn’t get enough of.

Bellatrix didn’t know why she cared about that.

“You might want to take a seat” she said “I believe will take a long time”

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The report was perfect but Bellatrix tried to find every single detail to correct. Only because she wanted to take her time. And because she wanted to see how long it would take for Susan to lose her mind.

Susan’s phone rang and rang on her purse. It was surely that wanker. The fifth time it rang, Susan picked it up because she couldn’t take it anymore.But Bellatrix took it before she could answer. And she turned it off.

“Miss Black…”

“We are working”

Not even then Susan protested. It was incredible. Bellatrix would’ve killed someone at this point. Susan had to have a breaking point. She couldn’t be this dossil. It seemed like she wanted to cry. But Bellatrix was not going to comfort her. She needed to be stronger.

Bellatrix drove Susan home an hour later, because by now, dinner had been over. Susan was silent on the ride. She had been playing with her sweater sleeves only to hide the fact she was trembling.

All of it confirmed what Bellatrix had been suspecting. Albert Runcorn was an abusive man. But yet Bellatrix had met Runcorn and he was her daddy’s friend. Maybe she was imagining all of it.

Bellatrix groaned after a while.

“You’re the worst company, Susan. You know that?”

“I’m just tired”

“I bet you had more fun than what you would’ve had with Mr. and Mrs. Runcorn” Bella answered “So don’t protest”

“They don’t like me already, worse now that I stood them up”

Everything Susan said sounded as if she wanted to cry. Bellatrix rolled her eyes.

“Now Daddy is going to be happy with you because I made that report so much better”

Susan didn’t answer.

“Or maybe I will become Daddy’s assistant and he is gonna fire you”

“I don’t intend to compete with you, Miss. Black”

“I was joking” Bella snapped “You need to learn when I joke. Especially if we are gonna work together”

“Okay” Susan nodded.

Bellatrix groaned. And Susan looked at her confused.

They arrived at Runcorns’ house a bit later. It was big but nothing like The Black’s mansion.

“Thank you for driving me home” Susan said.

But she didn’t come out of the car, not yet. Susan was staring at the house. Specifically at the last window with the lights on. Bellatrix felt something weird then. Maybe it was pity or worry or something like that. And she hated that.

“Are you gonna get out of my car? Or are you spending the night here?”

Susan blinked, and nodded.

“Good night, Miss Black” she said as she opened the door.

Bellatrix saw Runcorn getting out of the house then. He didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, he smiled and waved at Bellatrix.

“Thank you for bringing her home, Bellatrix!” he yelled.

Bellatrix waved back. Then she saw how Mr. Runcorn hugged his wife welcoming her and he gave her a kiss on the lips. Susan was still tense despite the nice welcome.

Then Runcorn grabbed her arm and dragged her inside. Susan gave Bellatrix a last look before Runcorn closed the door. The way Susan looked at her, gave Bellatrix shivers down her spine. It was as if she was asking her for help. Eyes of pure fear.

Bellatrix felt a weird sensation. She felt cold shivers, and her heart started beating fast. Bellatrix felt really cold, and her hands began shaking involuntarily.

Everything was silent inside her car. So silent it was unbearable. So she rolled down the window, and she heard the sounds of the empty street and dogs barking in the distance. But she also heard something else. Distant screaming and crying. And maybe the sound of something dropping to the floor.

Bellatrix wasn’t sure. Maybe she was imagining all of it. Everything sounded so distant and muffled. But when Bella closed her eyes, she saw flashes of images. It was Runcorn and he was hitting Susan, knocking her into the floor.

“PLEASE!” she begged and she cried.

“SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING BITCH” he hit her again.

Runcorn was now on top of her, choking her with his belt.

And suddenly the noises became louder and Bellatrix could hear Susan screaming for help and Runcorn insulting her and telling her to shut up. Plus hits and punches and kicks.

Bellatrix began breathing fast and her eyes filled with tears. She was getting out of air. And she was shaking. So she turned up the volume of the radio, trying to drown everything else. But somehow the screams were getting louder in her head.

“SHUT UP!” Bella screamed, covering her ears.

Then everything calmed down and all Bella could hear was the loud music. She opened her eyes, catching up her breath. And she turned off the radio. Everything was silent. Just a few barks and the sound of the night. No screams, no crying, no hits. Nothing.

Bellatrix was becoming mental. There was nothing she could do for Susan. Besides, she wasn’t sure. There was nothing she could do. Susan was a complete stranger to her. It was none of her business.

Then why did she feel guilty? It was all stupid. She was probably tired and needed to go home. She needed to focus on her dream and nothing else. Bellatrix needed to get the hell out of there. So she turned on the engine and drove away.

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“Are you going to work today?” Andromeda asked as they got out of class the next morning. She seemed in a good mood today “God, it sounds weird. I can’t believe you are voluntarily working in an office”

“What should I be doing then?”

Andromeda shrugged “Anything else”

“Like what? Writing poems?” Bellatrix thought Andromeda’s hobby was stupid “Or working in a coffee shop, like Tonks?”

“What do you have against him? He is just doing his job”

“I am tired and sick of men. All of them are trash”

Bellatrix was thinking specifically of Runcorn.

Andy sighed “What? Something happened with Rodolphus again?” she said, fixing her eyes on the group of boys nearby. Rodolphus was laughing at something Gerand was saying. Gerald was a pig. All of them were stupid.

“I thought you finally got over him when you started dating Danny”

“I am over Rodolphus, I am over Danny and every single man on this planet. That includes Tonks. Especially him”

Andromeda didn’t answer. Then she smiled.

“We do know stupid boys” she said “Malfoy…”

Bella snorted and rolled her eyes.

“Oh God, don’t tell Cissy”

“Malfoy, Mckinnon, Tonks, Rod, Rab, Seth….Gerald!” Bella pretended to puke.

Andromeda giggled “And maybe not all of them are bad?”

Bellatrix was reminded for a second of Susan. Andromeda could be a wanker’s victim, couldn’t she? Bella shook that horrible thought of her brain.

“Come to work with me?” Bella asked, putting an arm around her sister’s shoulder.

Andromeda made a face.

“Or maybe we can do something more fun?”

“I promise it will be fun” Bella grinned “We can flirt with the accountant boys…” she snorted “They are all horrible nerds, and they always drool when I pass by”

Andromeda chuckled.

“And we can bother Daddy and Uncle Alphard” Bella added, making a pout “Uncle Alphard is fun”

Andromeda smiled.

“The coffee and sandwiches are good in the cafeteria” Bella continued “And then we can annoy Daddy until he give us the credit card to go shopping”

“So we are basically going to the office and don’t work at all”

Bella smirked and kissed her sister’s cheek.

“Perks of being owners of the whole thing. We can do whatever we want”

Andromeda laughed.

“Come on, Andy! We haven’t been together in weeks…” Bella begged “Or do you prefer to be with them?” She looked at the group of boys again. Now Gerald was doing an obscene gesture while the others laughed.

“Fine, I’ll go with you”

Bella cheered and kissed Andromeda’s head this time.

As they walked away, Bella heard Rodolphus yelling:

“Hey Andromeda! Andromeda!”

“Don’t answer and just keep walking” Bella said.

Andromeda laughed but obeyed.

In the past Bella would’ve been freaking jealous and angry that Rod was calling for her sister and not her. She would’ve gone crazy out of jealousy. She would’ve felt so insecure. And she would’ve done the impossible to gain Rodolphus' attention. But she actually didn’t care anymore. She was actually curious. Why was Rodolphus so interested in Andromeda?

Bella asked this to her sister on their way to the office.

“I don’t know” Andromeda smiled embarrassed “We are kind of friends now?”

Bella raised an eyebrow.

“Andy!”

Andromeda blushed.

“We had a conversation the other day at the party…”

“What party?”

“Gerald’s. At Gerald’s garage?”

Bella smiled “A conversation?”

“He was drunk”

“You’re blushing Andromeda Black!”

“I am not!” She was.

Bellatrix laughed.

“Rodolphus is the love of your life… I couldn’t do that to you”

Bellatrix thought so for seven years of her life. She had fancied him since they were eleven. But not anymore. She had been so stupid to suffer for a boy like that. Rodolphus never saw her as more than a friend.

“I wouldn’t care if you fancy him, Andy”

“I don’t fancy him!” Andromeda protested.

Bella smiled “I am so over him” she said “And I actually dig the cute couple you will make”

“Shut up!”

Bella laughed.

“Good afternoon, Miss Black”

And then she stopped laughing. Bella and Andy had arrived at their father’s office. Right outside. Bellatrix had been distracted by all the conversation with Andy that she had forgotten for a while about Susan.

Now she was right there. Bellatrix immediately noticed the bags under her eyes, how her eyes were swollen for how much she had cried, she looked tired. And she was wearing a scarf around her neck. The flashes of images came back again for a second.

“Good afternoon” Andromeda answered because Bellatrix had frozen.

Susan smiled at her.

“Isn’t it too hot to be wearing a scarf, Andy?” Bellatrix said.

Susan looked down embarrassed.

Andromeda looked between them.

“I guess but…”

“Susan! Is Daddy in?” Bella asked.

“Yes… but I don’t think he…”

“Okay. thank you!”

Bellatrix didn’t knock this time, she just opened the door. Cygnus was on the phone.

“Yeah I know… I know… Don’t tell me what I know, Fuller!”

When he noticed his daughters he smiled.

“You know what? We’ll talk later. My girls are here…” he said “My daughters, Fuller. Who fucking else?”

Then he hang up.

“Daddy!”

“Bella!... And wow Andy! What a surprise, baby” Cygnus smiled as he approached to kiss his daughters’ cheeks “Don’t tell me you’re interested in the family business as well”

“I am just here to visit, Daddy”

“Good good” Cygnus smiled “Susan!” he yelled and the girl appeared at his door “Get me a coffee please”

“Right, sir”

“Girls, do you want anything?”

“I would like a coffee as well” Bella snapped, without even looking at Susan.

“Maybe tea is fine” Andy added “Thank you”

“Right away…” Susan gave Bella a scared look before closing the door.

“Susan seems a bit shaky today” Cygnus tutted while he took a seat, once Susan had gone.

Bellatrix felt a knot on her throat. Bella and her sister took a seat as well. In front of their father.

“I preferred Nancy” Bellatrix said “She was more…How do I say it, bold?”

“Bella, please” Andy protested, of course she did “I find her a nice girl”

Bella pouted “Why did you end up with her, Daddy? She is Runcorn’s wife. She shouldn’t be working with you”

The real reason Bellatrix was mentioning this was because she was curious. Okay, she was really curious. Bella was just a bit nosy, that was all.

Cygnus chuckled.

“The Runcorns are one of the office scandals” he said as if he was a girl telling a gossip to her friend.

Bellatrix leaned in.

“Why?”

Cygnus smirked “After Albert got divorced from his ex wife after 10 years…He started going out with this girl… She was his assistant at the time. And could’ve been his daughter. Everyone was shocked! Surely Albert had gone mental. But he ended up marrying her. And according to the Company policies, husband and wife cannot work together…” Cygnus tutted “And because I am a good soul as I am, I ended up making her my assistant instead of firing her. I needed someone after Nancy retired”

“Has he had problems with his other wife?”

Maybe he was abusive with her. Maybe she put up with ten years of that. Poor woman. And now it was Susan’s turn.

Cygnus shrugged “I have no idea. Albert doesn’t talk about that. He is still embarrassed for marrying his assistant”

“Why are you so interested in this?” Andromeda asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her sister.

Before Bella could answer, Susan came in with the tray of coffees.

“Thank you, Susan” Cygnus said, making eyes at his daughters.

Susan was placing the tray carefully on the desk. Bellatrix was staring at every move she made. When she extended her arms, her sleeves rolled up and Bellatrix saw a mark. As if someone had grabbed and squeezed her wrist so hard it hurt her.

Bellatrix’s eyes laid on that bruise. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t know or care if Andy or her father had noticed. She didn’t look away. When Susan noticed Bella was staring, she pulled her hands away but dropped everything to the floor.

“For God’s Sake!” Cygnus exclaimed, now getting angry.

Andromeda was cleaning her skirt because some of the coffee had splattered over her.

“I’m so ….I’m so sorry…” Susan immediately kneeled to pick up everything “I am so clumsy”

“Jesus, fucking Christ, Susan!” Cygnus groaned “What is wrong with you today? You’re being extra stupid”

Cygnus was Susan’s boss. But Bella was reminded of the way Runcorn treated her. And she hated that.

“Daddy” It was Andromeda who protested.

Bellatrix sighed, when her body reacted again.

“I’ll help you out” Bellatrix said as she kneeled down to help Susan.

Andromeda did it as well without hesitation.

“Girls…” Cygnus protested “What are you doing?...FUCKING HELL”

None of them answered. They kept helping. As they did so Bellatrix noticed Susan was evidently shaking. It was so evident Andromeda noticed as well. And she was looking at the girl with pity.

Luckily the phone rang and Cygnus was distracted.

“Oh yeah, Rafael! Hello! How have you been?”

“It’s okay… Daddy is not gonna scold you” Andromeda whispered gently. Bellatrix noticed Susan was not even paying attention. She looked like she wanted to cry. Again. And Bellatrix’s heart ached “He just explodes but then he calms down. You must know him by now…”

If Andromeda continued like this, Susan was surely going to cry in front of everyone. Bella needed to stop this.

She picked up the tray with the broken pieces.

“Okay, let’s go” she ordered “See how I have to pick up your mess?”

“Bella…” Andy protested.

“Come on! Stand up!”

Susan did so quickly and she tried to get the tray out of Bella’s hands. But Bella didn’t let her.

“I’ll take this. Otherwise you’re gonna drop it again”

Cygnus was too busy laughing with the person he was speaking to, luckily.

Susan sighed and walked to the door. Bella followed her.

“I’ll help you” Andromeda said.

“No!” Bella stopped her “You wait here, it won’t take long”

“Bella…” Andy said now, whispering in Bella’s ear “Please be nice to her. She seems sad about something”

Bellatrix didn’t want to think about it. So she just walked away following Susan to the coffee bar.

When they arrived, there was no one else. Bellatrix dropped the tray without care. And then she turned to face Susan. Susan was looking down and hugging herself. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Bellatrix approached without saying a word, and before Susan could protest, she took the scarf off her. Susan’s neck was red, clearly a mark that someone had choked her. Bellatrix would’ve gasped right there, but she was too shocked to do anything. All she could do was swallow.

“What did he do to you?” Bella’s voice broke. It rarely happened.

“It…It is not what you think…”

“Why are you defending that asshole?” Bellatrix raised her voice. She didn’t care.

But Susan looked carefully around.

“I tripped in the shower this morning… I am very clumsy sometimes…”

“You think I am stupid?!”

Susan started silently crying. And that made Bellatrix even more furious.

“You have to do something! That fucking asshole is abusing you! Call the police or something!”

Susan shook her head.

“Come on, Susan! You cannot be this stupid!”

That made Susan cry harder. She began sobbing and her shoulders were shaking. Bellatrix felt a knot on her throat as well.

Bellatrix wasn’t a hugger. But when she saw her sisters sad, Bella loved hugging them and squeezing hard to make them know how much she cared. How she would take care of them. When someone hurt her sisters, Bella wanted to hurt whoever made them cry. And make sure no one would touch them again.

Somehow Bellatrix got that same feeling with Susan right now. Even though she was not her sister or someone she cared about. But Bella kind of felt she was the only one who knew about her suffering, about her fucking abusive husband. So Bella had to do something. She had to protect her.

Bellatrix pulled Susan for a hug. Kind of the same way she had done with her sisters. But it felt different. Bella’s chest was warming up. And her body got a weird electricity.

Susan sobbed a few times on Bella’s shoulder. She felt so fragile and tiny in her arms. Bellatrix felt a sense of protectiveness over her. Then a rush of adrenaline came over her. Bella’s heart started beating fast. And she didn’t know what got over her. Bellatrix grabbed Susan’s chin making her face her. Her eyes looked glowy. Her lips were wet and parted and so desirable. Her cheeks were slightly red. Bellatrix wanted to kiss her. And when Bellatrix wanted something, she got it. Bella wasn’t shy with those kinds of things. So Bella just went for it. She kissed Susan on the lips.

It felt different from all the boys Bella had kissed before. Men were usually the ones taking the lead and getting into it. Men were full of disgusting desire. They were too fast and raw. But not Susan. Her lips just moved delicately, allowing Bella to do what she wanted. Bellatrix’s lips grabbed, moved and licked Susan’s. All Bella felt was pleasure each time Susan let her continue, and opened her mouth slowly, so Bella could slide her tongue slowly.

When it was getting better, when Bellatrix could feel goosebumps, that’s when Susan decided to pull away. She left Bellatrix wanting more.

Susan covered her mouth, embarrassed for what she had done. But Bellatrix admired the way she had left her. It seemed like she had liked it. And Bella loved that.

But now Susan was scared. So she ran away as fast as she could.

Bellatrix was confused. She had never kissed a girl before. She had been sure she was only into men. But fuck…This was better than anything Bella had experienced. Bellatrix wasn’t sure of her sexuality, what she felt for Susan, or what would happen between them. All Bellatrix knew was one thing: She wanted to kiss Susan again. And again, and again. She wanted to melt into her lips. And Bella was gonna do it. No matter how much it will take her.

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Susan filled Bellatrix’s brain so quickly. Bella couldn’t stop thinking about her and all the things that made her pretty. Like her shy eyes and the way they were always looking down. Like her rosy and dry lips which Bella wanted to stain and wet with her strong lipstick colors. Her soft curls were always perfectly combed. Her hips, her breasts, her skinny legs, even her horrible shoes.

Susan avoided Bella as much as she could. But Bellatrix wasn’t subtle on the way she stared at her with desire. The way it was obvious Susan wanted her back was so delicious for Bella. Susan licked her lips, and crossed her legs, and she got so blushy and red. She swallowed pretty often. That made Bella smile and want her more.

But Bellatrix was ignoring Susan as well. Mainly because she wanted to see how much Susan actually wanted her. She wanted to see how Susan slowly suffered with the desire to be kissed again. And Bellatrix was doing an excellent job at ignoring her completely while also fucking her with her eyes.

Everything was so exciting. Bella had never felt this way by anyone. Bellatrix woke up every morning and she fixed herself up: makeup, hair, perfume, sexy blouses that exposed her curves, tiny skirts, tight trousers, heels. Even if Bella had all of the male’s eyes on her, even if they stared and whistled, and desired her. None of it mattered because Bella dressed up only for one person. And even if Susan denied it and tried to hide it, Bella could notice her eyes flickered towards her all the time.

And now, even if Bella had been invited to her first meeting, it was impossible to concentrate if Susan was right there. Serving everyone coffee.

Cygnus and Orion were discussing again, and Bellatrix found out they didn’t only discuss at family dinners but in the office as well. But Bellatrix was concentrating on looking at the asshole in front of her. Albert Runcorn.

That wanker noticed Bellatrix was staring and he gave her a nasty look, a mischievous smirk, and a wink. Bellatrix didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or vomit all over him. That wanker kept looking at Bella’s breasts, right in front of his wife. And right in front of Bella’s dad.

But Bellatrix wasn’t someone to be intimidated. She maintained her gaze in a defiant way. She was gonna show that tosser what she was capable of. She was going to steal his wife away from him.

So when Susan went by her seat, Bellatrix grabbed her arm, still looking at Runcorn in the eye. His stupid smile disappeared from his face.

Bellatrix pulled her in to whisper in her ear. Nobody noticed. They were too focused on the fight between Cygnus and Orion. Except for Runcorn. He was very pendant of what Bellatrix was doing.

“I want to see you later in the bathroom” Bella whispered.

Susan shook her head, and gave a worried glance at her husband.

“If you don’t agree now, I will yell right here and now what your husband does to you” Bella whispered again.

Susan seemed pale. But she nodded after she swallowed. Bellatrix smirked confidently. She looked into Runcorn’s eyes then. Runcorn seemed nervous now. Bellatrix was satisfied with that. That asshole was going down.

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“You came” Bellatrix smiled as soon as Susan crossed the bathroom’s door after the meeting.

“Only to clarify things, Miss Black…”

Bellatrix slowly approached either way, taking her time, looking at Susan upside down, admiring how pretty she was.

“I understand things happened so fast the other day, and you misunderstood everything about Albert and me” Susan continued, Bella was closer “We had a fight and things got out of control….”

Bellatrix was now too close, she cornered Susang against the door.

“I am in love with Albert… I have much care for you, Miss Black…”

Bellatrix leaned her hand against the door, over Susan’s shoulder. Now she was cornered. And Bellatrix’s body was on fire, full of desire for her.

“You care for me?”

Susan shook her head “You’re not understanding what I want to say…”

Bellatrix chuckled.

“You drive me crazy”, Bella said looking at Susan’s rosy lips “I want to kiss you again”

“Miss Black…”

“I want to do more than kissing you…”

Bellatrix leaned closer and Susan closed her eyes. She was trembling but her lips parted for Bella.

“I know you want me to kiss you as well”

“I am married”

“With the devil himself” Bella said, then she smirked “But I am a little naughty angel that is going to take to take you to heaven”

Susan swallowed in response. Bellatrix saw it as a green light to kiss her again. At first Susan resisted, but seconds later she gave in, and she opened her mouth again. Bellatrix kissed her passionately. Bella was having the most delicious and sweet water and she was so thirsty. Each time wanting more. Her body pressed against Susan’s. And Susan’s curves and Susan’s warmth set Bella’s body on fire. She wanted to taste more. She wanted friction.

If Susan didn’t stop her, Bellatrix was going to go wild. She was capable of anything right now. Bellatrix quickly pulled Susan’s hips against her own, and she started kissing her neck.

Susan was leaning her body closer and closer, and she sighed with Bella’s kisses on her neck. Bella was licking and sucking Susan’s sweet perfume.

“Mi-i-i.iss… Bla-a-a-ack…” Susan sighed, her voice trembling “This is… ah… this is wrong…”

If it was wrong then why did it feel so good? Bellatrix felt she was reaching heaven.

Suddenly someone tried to force on the door, but since Susan was against it, they couldn’t open it. So they knocked.

Bellatrix forced herself to stop, only to lock the door.

“Who is in there?” a woman yelled from outside.

Susan seemed scared, and Bella could see her chest going up and down, trying to catch her breath. Bella could feel her heart beating fast. Her heart was the same.

“Shh shh…” Bella covered Susan’s mouth “There are other bathrooms in other floors” she whispered.

The woman outside knocked again.

“Fucking hell”

When they heard the woman’s heels walking away, Bella uncovered Susan’s mouth and she chuckled.

But Susan didn’t seem happy.

“This is not right” she said “We should stop immediately”

“Mmm…”

Bellatrix ignored her because she kissed Susan again this time softly. She kissed her lips, and her chin, and her neck again.

“You are my boss’s daughter” Susan said, worriedly “You’re a Black… And I am married. We are both women… It is.. wrong…”

Bellatrix stopped kissing her and she rolled her eyes. She was right. It was inconvenient for both of them. They shouldn’t be doing this. But Bella didn’t want to bloody marry her, she just wanted to kiss her and touch her.

“Let’s not think about that” Bella said “You want me too, right? You like kissing me?”

Susan hesitated for a second. But then she nodded. Bella was pleased.

“Outside we can be those things…” Bella continued “Me? A Black, the owner of everything, your boss’s daughter… You? Runcorn’s wife, my dad’s assistant…a nobody…” then Bella stroked her hair gently “But right now, in here, we can be anything we want and do whatever we want…”

“But Miss. Black…”

Bella tutted “Don’t call me that… Just call me Bella”

“Bella…” Susan whispered.

The way Susan said her name turned Bellatrix on.

“Yeah…” Bella kissed her again “Just like that” another kiss “Right now, we are just Susan and Bella…”

Susan thought about it.

“Susan and Bella…”

“Yeah…”

“I’ve never done something like this” Susan confessed.

Bella smiled “Me neither” she said “But we just have follow our instinct”

“Our instinct…”

Bellatrix touched her cheek.

“I am gonna treat you good, the way that asshole had never done… The way you deserve”

Susan sighed.

“Say my name again…”

“Bella…”

“Good”

Bellatrix smirked. And she kissed Susan again. Then Bella dared to unbutton her trousers and slide her hand inside. When Susan gasped, Bella felt a rush of pleasure.

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That’s how Bellatrix started a secret relationship with Susan. Everything was mainly sexual. Susan let Bellatrix discover many things and ways to feel pleasure. Something that Bella had never done with anyone. With boys everything was basic. But being with a woman was different. It was better. And everything was even more exciting since they were keeping it a secret from everyone else.

It was impossible to concentrate if Susan was just a few meters away, looking so hot, obviously wanting Bella as well. Susan seemed so innocent but she actually wasn’t. She loved everything Bella did to her.

Of course, they had their cute tender moments as well. Like that time Bella told her daddy she needed Susan for diligence outside the office. And they ended up going out for some ice-cream. And walking around the park, under the sun.

“I feel guilty, Bella”

Susan had gotten used to calling her Bella. She was actually more comfortable around Bellatrix. She had told her things about her past, about Runcorn, about many things she had missed. Susan didn’t have any friends at school. She went to an all girls school, none of them liked her because she was too shy. She never partied, drank. smoked, nothing. When she graduated, she got a scholarship for a local Uni and easily got an internship at The Black Empire. Runcorn had been her first lover, her first kiss, her first time. But Bella was sure she had given her her first orgasm.

“Do you ever feel guilty?”

“You feel guilty about everything” Bella spat.

Susan couldn’t see she was rolling her eyes because she was wearing shades.

“I am basically cheating Albert”

“He deserved it”

Susan looked down embarrassed.

“Sometimes I feel guilty about what we do” Susan added “My parents taught me all those things are wrong. Sex is only allowed when it is with your husband and only to procreate”

“Jesus!” Bella exclaimed with her mouth full of ice cream. She raised an eyebrow. No wonder Susan was like that.

“Didn’t your parents teach you that?”

Bella smirked “Yes, but I didn’t listen. They think I am still a virgin”

Susan blinked, then she looked away “I wonder what Mr. Black would say about our encounters”

Bella snorted “He will never know”

“What about Albert?”

“You can tell him you prefer girls and get a divorce”

Susan blushed everytime Bella said stuff like that and that made her adorable. She looked away.

“If you are so innocent, then why did you marry him?”

Bella still didn’t understand why Susan could stand up with a man like that.

“He was your boss and married to another woman”

“He divorced her”

“Recently divorced. Probably because of you”

Susan looked guilty.

“Albert was nice to me” she explained “We had chats, and he told me his problems, and he made me laugh… I’ve never had a friend before… And it felt as if I had one…” Susan sighed. When she said things like that, Bella’s heart ached. “And then one night, he offered to take me home and he kissed me before I got out of the car. …” Bellatrix thought about it and got immediately jealous. “ I thought it was love, because that’s what people do when they are in love. And then the next few days he promised me he was leaving his wife. So one day, he came all happy with the divorce papers. I remember he carried me and spinned me around, saying he was finally going to be with me… He didn’t care who was watching anymore. ..he was so romantic and gentle then. We went on our first date…” Susan’s eyes filled with tears “I was happy because he was happy…He was my best friend and I thought it was love…”

“I am your best friend now!” Bella snapped “You are gonna tell me everything, okay?”

Susan looked at her. Bellatrix looked away, embarrassed of what she had said.

“I am gonna help you, Susan” she added “We are gonna get rid of that wanker. I am not gonna let him hurt you again”

“I am scared of him hurting you” Susan blushed when she said it.

Maybe Bella cared about this girl more than she showed. Bella’s chest burned. But she tried to ignore it.

Bella smiled “He won’t be able to hurt me. I'm untouchable”

But that didn’t mean Bellatrix wasn’t afraid of that man. Runcorn had a particular way of talking to Bella that sent shivers down her spine. Susan and her had been careful, very careful to not be caught. But Bellatrix wasn’t sure if he actually knew something.

Months had gone by and Bellatrix was scared of how close she was getting with Susan. And how Susan seemed more and more comfortable around Bella. It was as if the shy, naive, submissive girl Bella had known had been left in the past. Susan was changing. Susan was getting a bit bolder. And she seemed happy and confident whatsoever. Bellatrix hated how much she was liking this new Susan. And all the many things she made her feel.

That afternoon, they were laying on Bella’s bed, naked under the covers, after having sex. And this time, Bella felt something more than pleasure. It had been softer, they took their time for kisses and tender touches. And this time, Bella wasn’t in a rush to get dressed and leave. She was getting warm, sleepy and very comfortable. She let Susan stare into her eyes. And Bellatrix stared back.

“I pictured your bedroom differently” Susan snorted.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Not so pink and girly”

Bellatrix chuckled.

“Are you sure there is no one home?”

“Dad is at the office. Mum is on a trip with her friends… My sister Cissy is in a boarding school…And Andy…”

Bellatrix had found out a few days back what Andromeda had been doing. Bella and Andy used to be inseparable. But now they barely spoke to each other. They’d both been keeping secrets relationships. Bella with Susan. And Andy with the asshole of Tonks.

Bellatrix hated many people but Edward Tonks was on top of that list. As well as Runcorn. Bella couldn’t place why she hated him so much. Maybe it was the fact that he so common and unrefined. Maybe it was because he did everything to spoil her and her friends’ fun at school. Maybe it was because he and his little group thought they were better than everyone. She hated how Tonks defy her, even if she did the impossible to put him down and humiliate him.

But she hated him more now because he had Andromeda now. Tonks had manipulated her into being someone else. Andromeda was distant from their friend group. Andromeda had been complaining about everything they did, how much money they spent, what they did for fun. Andromeda had been lying to everyone, specially Rod, who had a thing for her and had the hope she felt the same. And she’d been lying to Bella. Her twin sister. The person she was supposed to love the most in this world. All of it to snog that wanker for a couple of hours. She was a traitor.

“Andromeda is…” Susan said, and Bella got out her trance.

“I don’t know” She didn’t want to talk about it “The point is that only the maid is here and she doesn’t dare to come in my room”

Susan sighed and nodded, she sat up and grabbed something from Bella’s night stand. A picture. It was a picture of Bella, Andy and Cissy when they were younger. All of them happy to be together. They were not only sisters but best friends. And now each one of them had taken their path. Bella felt nauseous.

“You were really pretty” Susan commented, looking at the picture “You still are”

Bella gave her a sift smile.

“I remember I thought about it the first time I saw you” Susan said “I was years ago. You and your sisters were visiting your father and the whole office was talking about you. So I was curious as well. The Black girls… And then when I saw you, I remember I couldn’t look away. Your sisters are pretty too, but you are…” she sighed “So much more…”

Bellatrix interrupted her with a kiss.And she put that picture away. Plenty of people had called her pretty. But this time it mattered the most. She actually felt overwhelmed and there was that weird feeling again. How her chest burned and how she felt goosebumps, and how her tummy twisted.

Bella know what it meant. She wasn’t stupid. But she couldn’t.

Once they were done kissing, Susan laid her head on Bella’s chest. And Bellatrix was afraid she would hear how much her heart was beating.

“I think I am finally leaving Albert” she whispered.

Bella didn’t answer.

“I realized he doesn’t love me” Susan continued, and Bella felt a knot on her throat “He doesn’t treat me like you do, Bella. I feel amazing when I am with you”

Oh no…Please no…

Susan was silent for a second and then she added.

“I think I love you”

Bellatrix closed her eyes. Ever since she found out about her sister and Tonks, Bella realized many things. Even if Susan was so much better than Tonks. And Susan never tricked Bella like Tonks had done with Andy, Bellatrix was still doing the same stupid shit as Andromeda.

Bellatrix thought about what would happen, what would actually happen if she were to date Susan. As for real. Her parents would never accept it. Not only because she was another woman, but because she was married to one of their friends. She thought about what the office would say, another scandal to gossip about. Even the press would eat the story up. And Runcorn, he wouldn’t give up so easily. That man still left bruises around Susan’s body.

Bellatrix imagined being stupid enough to fight for love. Leave everything behind for this girl. Her parents, her sisters, her friends, her place in the Family, her richness and the fine life she had, and most importantly her dream. Bella had left it aside, too so blind and too stupid to focus only on Susan.

Bellatrix didn’t want to leave anything or anyone behind. Not for someone. Not for love.

Andromeda was stupid enough to do so. She was already neglecting her family, her friends, her true self, just to be with him. Andromeda had it all. It could be easy for her. She could have Rodolphus, or stay the fuck alone. But no, she preferred him. She had put that wanker before everything else. How stupid could she be?

And to think Bellatrix would do the same for Susan, seemed absurd. So Bellatrix couldn’t love her. She had to drown those feelings down.

So Bella didn’t respond.

“Maybe we can tell everyone and see how it goes”

“They’ll never accept it”

“Then we will run away…”

Bellatrix pushed Susan away and stood up. She needed to get the hell out of there. She needed some air desperately. She got dressed.

“Bella…” Susan insisted “I’ve never felt this way before…”

No answer.

“I want to fight for you” Susan added “Do you feel the same?”

Bella turned to see her once he put her t-shirt on.

“You’re not allowed to involve feelings in this, Susan”

Susan scooped closer.

“I know you feel the same”

“No”

If Susan got closer, Bella didn’t know what she was capable of. Maybe giving into this whatever it was. And she couldn’t. So Bellatrix walked to fix her hair on the mirror.

“Bella…”

“You’re getting confused” Bella snapped “I feel sorry for you Susan. You have been treated like shit by your parents, school mates, co-workers and even your husband. Just because I am nice to you it doesn’t mean anything”

Bella couldn’t look at Susan’s expression because she made herself busy with her makeup.

“You thought I loved you?” Bella snorted “It is called lust. The only thing I feel for you is the need to fuck you”

“I don’t believe you”

“Not my problem, darling”

Bellatrix’s heart was aching. Her lips were protesting to kiss Susan’s and take everything she was saying away. But Bellatrix was no fool. Not like Andromeda, She was on time to stop it, to end with these feelings.

“But Bella…” Susan’s crying voice returned, suddenly she was her vulnerable self again “I …I love you…”

Bellatrix sighed, and she turned furiously.

“What do you want from me?” she asked “You want to get divorced so we can be a cute lesbian couple and live happily ever after together?”

All of it sounded ridiculous. Susan needed to go down to earth. So as Andromeda.

“You want me to drop everything behind and run away with you?” Bella continued. She was being cruel “You might have a shitty life, honey. And I would understand if you want to leave the tosser of Runcorn. But my life is perfect. So don’t involve me into this”

Susan’s eyes filled with tears, and Bellatrix was reminded of how weak Susan actually was. Bella was making a good decision now. Even if it hurt.

“I was willing to continue with this as long as it was purely sexual” Bella added “But I think we should stop this now. Before it gets worse”

Susan sighed, she wiped her tears and got dressed very quickly.

“You are right…maybe this should’ve never begun” she whispered as she grabbed her horrible shoes.

Don’t let her go! A voice said inside of Bellatrix’s brain. But she just watched her put on her shoes, and put on her jacket. And Bella didn’t do anything.

Susan grabbed her purse at last. She was gonna leave but she stopped to add something.

“You know, Bella, you are not actually cruel and you’re not actually heartless” she said “You have a big heart…”

Susan’s voice broke. Bella swallowed her tears.

“You are kind, you are gentle, and you care too deeply about the people you love… And that’s beautiful of you…” she added “Shame you cover that side of you up”

Bellatrix didn’t answer. She just pretended not to care.

Susan began crying as she ran away and slammed the door behind her. The minute she was gone, Bellatrix’s eyes filled with tears. She wondered how life would be without Susan’s lips, without touching her skin, without her softness, without her innocence and her vulnerability. And Bella felt really cold.

Bellatrix sobbed a few times, but then she stopped. She wiped her tears off and recomposed herself. Bella was strong; she didn’t need Susan, or any of this. She had to focus on her dream again. Nothing was going to hurt anymore once she was powerful and rich. The owner and queen of everything.

And also, Bella needed to think of a way to get Edward Tonks away from her sister. And she was capable of anything to succeed. And bloody Malfoy was next. Cissy didn’t deserve him. Bella was going to get her sisters back.

#the black sisters #muggle au #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #susan runcorn #albert runcorn #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #ted tonks #tedromeda #rodolphus lestrange #bisexual bellatrix black #wlw

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thedvilsinthedetails · 9 months ago

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Oh ok I see I’ve offended you sorry abt that I want to start with the fact that yes I was inspired to write this because of ur post

but it’s not all about ur post, (e.g. ik you didn’t say at any point that it turned him into a beta male [although if u check some of the comments or reblogs there were some like that but obviously you can’t be held accountable for what people say in reblogs to your post])

this is a more generalised statement towards a lot of toxic things that are said in the fandom specifically surrounding Sirius’ character and depiction with feminine traits (hence why I decided against writing this in a reblog because I did expand on a bunch of stuff that you didn’t say)

Also

I’m not saying that you intended all ur points that way because I am convinced you didn’t intend it like that but certain things you said did come across as problematic to me and I’m not gonna refrain from referencing them:

“Sure, he is kind of flamboyant and has long hair "for a man" but he is still a man”

This comes across as sexist to me because you are suggesting that there are in fact distinct ways in which men and women should behave/look/generally be which IS in fact playing into stereotypical gender roles

“I have seen so much art where his hair is a*s level length and his face and body and everything so effiminate.”

Why can a man not have ass level hair? What’s wrong with that? Please elaborate as to how this is turning him into a woman because I guarantee that beneath all the reasons you might come up with is that men have traditionally shorter hair and women have traditionally longer hair which is, you guessed it…playing into stereotypical gender roles

“What is wrong with making men look like men?”

(Sorry I realise this is out of order I’m going back and forth between tabs here bc I DONT want to base any of this off memory alone because I DONT want to accuse you of things you didn’t do/say)

again please explain to me how in your mind when you strip this down to its core it is not sexist.

It’s not gay erasure for a man in a mlm relationship to have feminine like features

and i know this is something a lot of people have struggled with because of stereotypes of gay men being feminine but please could you think about WHY those connotations are so negative? Maybe it’s because in most people’s minds ‘feminine’ isn’t just feminine it is also soft and weak and incapable and less intelligent because that’s the gender stereotypes pushed on women all the time

The reason people originally (and still currently) love Sirius being portrayed as feminine is because Sirius is not a weak character. At all. Sirius is bold and strong and capable and intelligent. And a lot of people love the fact that he IS all those things AND ALSO potrays a lot of feminine traits because it’s not playing into those stereotypes it’s breaking them.

which is also why I personally and probably lots of other people too, love all HC of Sirius’ gender but especially when he is in fact cis male and also confidently and proudly displaying a love for feminine traits/fashion because it is breaking the gender roles

••• now maybe I’ve misunderstood what you meant still, and if so that’s fine but please keep in mind that in this post I have replied directly to quotes from your post so maybe yes I misinterpreted them I’m not saying I didn’t but I hope this at least showed you the way the post could have been (pretty easily because it was interpreted this way by a lot of people) taken.

you blame this on my reading or understanding skills but maybe consider that in fact the way you conveyed your message was unclear

also again I’m sorry if I upset you and I’m not looking to start an argument [perfectly up for a conversation though :) ] but I do stand by everything I’ve said so far.

[also sorry you mentioned ‘i wouldve thought that me making a discaimer at the end about transphobia would be enough but ig not.’ …I saw that and that’s why I never in my previous post mentioned transphobia or transfem or genderfluid Sirius (?). Maybe you saw this from a reblog that mentioned that but I didn’t say that, if it came across that way I’m sorry, could u point out what made you think I said that sorry?]

Also sorry if this (this post specifically not my prev one) came across as aggressive or argumentative. If it did I don’t mean it that way I’m just pretty tired and out of it rn lol it’s a bit too long and a bit rambling but I hope it made sense. Have a nice day :)

Ok heyyyyy um so this is something that I think is really important and needed to be raised.

so I just saw a post that complained about the fandom making Sirius ‘too feminine’ as in clothes/hair length/personality or whatever

I was tempted to reblog it directly but I’m not looking to start an argument [if u start one tho I will reply tho im not pretending to be a saint here u guys]

but I feel like it’s high time for a reminder

clothing ≠ gender

makeup ≠ gender

hair length ≠ gender

behaviour/personality ≠ gender

body type [bc they said a lot of artists draw his body as more feminine type like thinner or whatever - which also ISNT EVEN MORE FEMININE BC WDYM U THINK THAT THIN IS WOMAN AND MUSCULAR IS MAN ???????!!!!!!!] ≠ gender

also. making a character more feminine in style does NOT make them weak or make their personality pathetic and if you think that you are SEXIST!!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS SEXIST

Im sick of people pretending it isn’t

no bitch we’re not making Sirius a weak little beta because he wears lipstick and makeup.

fuck off.

#marauders #dead gay wizards #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #sirius black #the marauders #the marauders era #wolfstar #sirius being sirius #sirius orion black

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anordinarymuse · 3 years ago

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Dude, get out part 1 and 2, were absolutely AMAZING 👏👏👏👏. I can't wait for the 3rd part.

i did not know people would like it this much-

get out III.

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary : part 3 to get out

Warnings : angst; allusions to sex; toxic; manipulativeness(?); unedited

Word Count : ~800

A/N : i love writing angst sm and idk whyyyy

get out I.

get out II.

the masterlist.

request here.

“Where is Sirius anyway?” You asked as you laid in between Peter and James, Remus was catching up on the homework he’d missed while…sick? You weren’t exactly sure why he’d been gone, but after all these years you were used to it.

“Not sure,” James shrugged. “He hasn’t really been around a lot lately, though.”

Peter rummaged through one of the cabinets in the dresser beside him before pulling out a map and saying, “Looks like he’s- looks like he’s with…Marlene…”

“Oh.”

“He’s my best mate and all, but-“ James paused, concentrating long on hard on his cuticles. “But what he did to you, Y/N, was…was wrong.”

“I’m with James on this one too,” Remus said from his desk.

“You guys think so?” You said innocently, fluttering your lashes, grabbing the opportunity right in front you. “I wasn’t sure since, like you said, Sirius is your best mate.”

“Just because we’re friends with him doesn’t mean we condone everything he does,” Remus said with a frown, turning around in his chair to face you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, biting your bottom lip as you sunk lower in the bed.

“Y/N, don’t worry about him,” Peter said lightly as he placed the map back in the nightstands

“Maybe I just need a-“ you eyed the three boys cautiously before continuing to speak. “A distraction.”

The room went dead silent before anybody spoke. You could hear the pounding of your heart in your head, but you swallowed waiting for the boys’ reactions.

“The- the three of us?” James spoke first.

“Why not?” You asked with a carefully crafted smirk, playing with the buttons of your uniform blouse.

You watched as the three boys looked at each other for a good second before deciding on what to do next.

Then it all happened like a blur.

All three boys were beside you, touching, kissing, doing.

Your blouse was shrugged off and somewhere on the floor. Your body vibrated as hands traveled all over your skin.

Slowly, it began to feel, nice.

Slowly, it turned into the perfect distraction.

And then just like before it all shattered.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Sirius screamed as he stepped foot into the room.

Remus and James’ touches instantly disappeared. By the time you looked up it was almost as if they’d never been beside you. However, the mountains of hickies scattered over your skin said otherwise.

“Sirius…?“ Peter mumbled, still caught in the daze. “Fuck, Sirius.” And then he too quickly jumped off the bed.

“I- Why-“ you stuttered as the three boys who has previously been all over you suddenly crowded together, their direction being the door.

“We’re- we’re gonna go-“ Peter let out under his breath, being the first to run and the other two followed.

You watched as the door slammed shut, not by Remus who’d been the last to leave, but by Sirius. Sirius then ragingly threw off his leather jacket, making you flinch.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, playing innocently.

“Fucking my friends??!!!”

“You make it seem like you didn’t do the same thing,” you snapped, jumping up from the mattress, standing very defensively with Sirius towering over you.

Sirius’ eyes widened at your comment, but because he’s Sirius Black, he easily kept his ground, sorta.

“That’s different,” he retorted, mildly flustered. “It’s- it’s not the same and-“

“You’re right it is different, because you cheated on me. At least I had the decency to wait until you were out of the way.”

“Fuck you,” he spat, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed.

“Believe me, I know you want to,” you hummed, realizing you were still half dressed as you played with your bra string.

You watched with your heart leaping out of your chest as Sirius surveyed your attire, gaze following every curve.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before speaking coherent sentences. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I am. Can we just- or like-“

Somehow he’d managed to hold you shoulder without you shrugging him off. Somehow he was seconds away from your lips with slapping him away. Somehow he had gotten so close without being stopped.

“Sirius, I-“ you mumbled. Everything was telling you no, but he was telling you yes.

But you knew better. At least, now you did.

“Sirius, I can’t,” you hated how cheesy it sounded but it left your lips and once it’d been said it couldn’t be unsaid. “You chose her, and now I have to choose me.”

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in-my-feels-probably · 3 years ago

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Hi don’t know if you remember but I’ve requested something before and I absolutely loved it❤️ anyways I was wondering if you could write a Regulus Black x reader again lol inspired by Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery. Please💙

Line Without a Hook

Request: Hi don’t know if you remember me but I’ve requested something before and I absolutely loved it. Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Regulus Black x reader inspired by Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery. Please

Hi! I love this song so I was excited to write this for you, sorry it took me so long to respond. I’ve been writing a lot of angsty imagines recently that were really dramatic, and that’s partially because that’s how is see Regulus’s character, there’s a lot of angst potential for him and Sirius because of that, which is fun to write. But I thought it would be nice to write a more fluffy and lovey imagine for him, so I hope that’s ok with you. We’re gonna ignore the more toxic breakup parts of the song and interpret the lyrics as something more happy for this imagine because Regulus deserves it. I incorporated them some, but they’re just for backstory.

(Warnings: a little angsty, insecurities, quick mention of sex, let me know if i missed anything)

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Yours and Regulus’s relationship had been on rocky grounds before. You both were very spirited and tempered people, and getting into fights was easier than not. It wasn’t the most healthy of relationships at times, but you made it work, growing together rather than apart. Regulus often said that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, a welcome distraction to his everyday life. He’d swear to protect you from it, like he couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt and it being his fault. Recently, your relationship was at a high, every day a pleasant one.

“I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me, when we're alone. You can hold my hand if no one's home.”

He truly loved you, more than he’d ever loved anything in his entire life. He made sure every day that you were on good terms, that you were happy with him. For him, your relationship was never about anything physical, he didn’t care about sex or having you for your body. You were the most precious thing to him, and as far as he was concerned, you gracing him with your presence every day was more than enough. He was never ashamed to be seen with you, and flaunted you whenever he got the chance, proud of the fact that he got to be the one to see you when you were alone together.

“I broke all my bones that day I found you, crying at the lake. Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back, I swear that I would pull you from the tide.”

He could be very sweet when he wanted to, but his words could also sting. He could be absolutely devastating with his insults, ripping into you in the heat of anger, and then immediately regretting it after when he simmered down. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.

You remembered after a particularly nasty fight, at the lowest of your relationship, he found you down by the Black Lake. You were huddled on the bank, knees curled into your chest, tears streaming down your face. You heard his footsteps approaching, and you could tell it was him, but you didn’t turn around.

His heart broke at the sight. Later that night, when he’d eventually convinced you to forgive him after profusely apologizing, he made you a promise, one he really did try his best to keep.

“I’d rather break all the bones in my body than break your heart, Y/N,” he’d say. “Please don’t ever let me do that to you, talk to me instead, don’t run off.”

You nodded, holding him tight. You knew he was under immense stress with worries about his family, his relationship with Sirius, and his parents growing allegiance with the Dark Lord. You knew it was an internal battle for him to find the courage to do the right thing, and that when he snapped at you, he didn't really mean it. After that night, things started looking up.

“...there is a tiny dancer watching over me, he's singing, ‘she's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy.’ He's singing, ‘she's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook.’"

Sometimes he could get insecure. He thought lowly of himself, despite you telling him every day that there was nothing about him you’d change, that you loved him just the way he was. Over the years, you have conversation after conversation, trying to convince him that he was enough. And over time he really did start to believe it. He occasionally still had doubts. You were a safe haven for him, and he was so afraid of losing you.

He’d watch you when you fell asleep in his bed, seeing how calm you looked near him. He valued you so much and thought so highly of you, probably an unhealthy amount. ‘I’m just me,’ he’d think, as if that wasn’t good enough.

You caught him staring one night, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “Stop thinking, Reg. I know you, I know that face. You’re working yourself up over nothing. I love you, and there’s nothing you can do to get me to change my mind. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not. Now lay down.”

He’d smiled softly looking down at you, leaning his face into your hand. He had brought a hand up to pull yours away from his face, pressing a kiss to your open palm. You giggled at the sensation, and his smile grew. He curled into your side, getting comfortable.

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you. I need you here to stay.”

Today, you only had a class in the morning, and you spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening taking some time to yourself, relaxing. Regulus, on the other hand, had a very busy schedule and day, trudging through it, counting down the minutes till he could come and see you, sure that you’d be able to melt all his troubles away.

You had been sitting outside in the courtyard on a blanket, reading and enjoying the nice weather, knowing autumn was coming and that it was going to get nasty outside. You heard a huff behind you, and turned to see Regulus, shoulders slumped.

“Hi, my love, did you–oh!” He dropped all his belongings onto the blanket, dropping down and dramatically plopping his head into your lap. You put down your book, smiling fondly at him as you ran your fingers through his curls. He sighed contently at the feeling, shutting his eyes.

“Did you have a good day?”

You could feel him nod his head. “It was tiring, but I’m better now,” he said, smirking up at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m being serious!” He laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You looked at him a moment, before leaning down and pressing your forehead against his. “And you won’t have to. I’m not going anywhere, not until you ask me to.”

“Never,” he responded quickly. “I am far too in love with you…and a little codependent, but that’s the small price to pay for you. I think I’m getting a pretty good deal.”

You hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too.” He laced his free hand with yours, and you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company until the sun set.

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is kind of short, I hope that’s ok and you liked it.

#wattpad #harry potter #harry potter imagines #marauders #marauders imagine #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years ago

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You're a Snupin fan, right? Could you kindly recommend me some fanfics? I've never read Snupin in my whole life and I'd like to dive into the ship as smoothly as possible. Also I'd like some fics with Lupin acting maturely and generally admitting his past mistakes (I've never liked him much and his treatment of Snape was mostly the reason why I kept avoiding Snupin).

You're a Snupin fan, right?

Might as well ask me if I love Snape. XD

YOU’VE NEVER READ SNUPIN BEFORE? Omgg you’re really missing out, 99% of Snupin fics are 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

And pretty much all Snupin fics aside from the toxic hate sex ones have Remus act mature and be genuinely regretful of his past mistakes (rather than just pretending to be like in canon), so you don’t have to worry.

I made a post recommending my fave fanfics of ships (not Snupin specifically), so you can just skip to the Snupin section. Plus, there are other ships (mostly SnOTPs) so if you like any of the ships you can also read the fics I recommended.

But there’s another Snupin fanfic I didn’t include in that post (I haven’t started reading it at that time), it’s called The Heir to the House of Prince by A_LoveUnlaced, elph13. It’s a NottPott fic, has Sirius bashing, has Snupin as a side pairing, and Snape is Harry’s biological father. I’m currently in chapter 20 and haven’t gotten to Snupin yet—hell not even NottPott yet, it seems the author loves slowburn (not complaining tho, slowburn is perfection)—but the author’s brilliant writing and Snape and Remus’s interactions makes me certain it’s gonna be one of the best Snupin fics ever. That’s putting aside the fact that it’s the 2nd most popular Snupin fanfic in AO3 (the 1st being Lily’s Boy—a fanfic I recommended in the post I linked).

If you need any more Snupin fics, you can always come to me! Have a nice day!

#snupin #ao3 fics #fan fic recommendations #fanfic #fanfiction #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #also

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kohanayaki · 3 years ago

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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 4

Snape looks back on your days at Hogwarts, how your friendship came to be, and how it came to end.

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 4 .:Budding Feelings and the Beginning of the End:.

Severus Snape had made a lot of mistakes in his life, and seeing you again after all these years was forcing him to relive every single one of them.

He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, shrouded in the darkness and grim silence of his empty house. He never thought he'd see you again, and certainly not under these circumstances. When he'd laid his eyes on you in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld place he couldn't believe it. He, much like the rest of the Order (except for Molly, apparently) assumed you wouldn't be at these meetings any longer. After James and Lily were murdered and Sirius was thrown into Azkaban, you'd left London and headed to New York under the Ministry's alliance with MACUSA, hoping to help bridge the gap between muggle-borns and purebloods in America. He knew you had been back to meet Harry a handful of times, but he also knew that being in this city brought up painful memories for you, so he was as stunned as anyone else to see you standing there in the doorway, greeting them as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

He could see that traveling had been good for you. He'd heard through the Hogwarts circuit that you were back on auror duty across the world, taking special assignments from Dumbledore and the Minister for Magic himself. You seemed like you were doing better, but when you turned to smile at him he could see the hesitation and the sadness that brewed behind your eyes, likely his doing.

He desperately wanted things to go back to what they were before—

Before he'd ruined it. . .

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“Alright students,” Professor Slughorn said as everyone finished filing inside the room, “today we're going to be pairing off into new partners for the upcoming project.”

Groans and nervous chatter flooded the sound space immediately, no one very thrilled with having to work with someone new out of their control. You cast a glance over to Lily who looked equally displeased. You liked being her partner, you both excelled at the subject and worked really well together.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Slughorn said, waving the complaints off, “However, I am going to be giving you the luxury of choosing your own partners this time, but everyone—”

The energy in the room instantly shifted, everyone shoving around people to get to their friends.

“—keep in mind, if I see any slacking off or trouble brewing in these new partnerships I will not hesitate to rearrange them!”

Slughorns's words were completely lost among the commotion as people paired off before you could even get your bearings. Snape stalled as he stared at you from across the room; Lily had already been dragged away by Mary, and his brain was trying to work out how to ask you to be his partner.

Suddenly an arm was slung over your shoulder and you turned towards the new presence in surprise. You looked up to see Evan Rosier, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and his Slytherin tie loose around his neck.

Oh, sod it, Snape cursed internally. He was too late.

“Wanna partner up?” Rosier asked, a crooked grin gracing his chiseled features, “It'd be my honor to have the smartest Potions partner in class, not to mention the most attractive.”

You rolled your eyes at the praise. Evan was your friend, and he was nice to look at, but if he thought that you would be willing to do all the work for the both of you in exchange for some cheap compliments, then he had another thing coming. You locked eyes with Snape from across the room

“It would be your honor,” you smirked up at Rosier, “but I already have a partner, sorry.”

It took Snape a few seconds to realize what you were doing, but once he snapped out of it he made his way towards you. You almost chuckled at how robotic he looked as he did, clearly shocked.

Rosier looked between the two of you and rolled his eyes.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart,” he said, letting you go and pushing you lightly in Snape's direction, “but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He sent a wink your way that left Snape's blood inexplicably boiling,

“Thanks for that,” you grinned, “and just so you know, I would have chosen you even if he didn't come up to me, so don't get all pouty about it, okay?”

Severus just looked at you blankly. Even after four years it was frightening how well you were able to read him; for a moment he was scared that he'd accidentally projected his thoughts to you, but he wasn't anywhere near that level of legillemency yet. He wanted to say something that had some semblance of gratitude but settled on:

“Whatever.”

To which you just laughed and dragged him to your now shared desk.

You really were something else.

“Now then,” Professor Slughorn addressed the room, “today we will be beginning the new unit on toxic concoctions, starting with the Draught of Living Death. If you would all turn to page ten of your books, we will get started presently.”

You turned open your book and Severus did the same. As he did, you noticed that nearly every page was covered in small notes littering the margins, with some of the instructions circled, crossed out, or modified. You were hardly surprised, Snape had been pouring over this book since last year when he'd stolen it from a fifth year Slytherin who'd been speaking poorly of you (that last part you were unaware of).

You turned your attention to the directions, reaching over to preheat the burner so your cauldron would be hot enough by the time you began. However, as soon as you lit the flame with the tip of your wand, your cauldron shot up into the air, hitting the ceiling with a loud BANG! before crashing down back onto your table, breaking several of the glass instruments that were settled there.

Your face burned embarrassment as everyone in the room turned to look at you in shock.

“Snape, (L/n),” Slughorn said, surprised, “whatever happened?”

“I. . .” you began, not knowing what to say, “I don't know, I'm sorry, Professor.”

“Quite all right,” he said uncertainly, restoring your table and equipment with a wave of his wand, “just be sure whatever that was doesn't happen again.”

“Of course,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the snickering around you. If you noticed the way that it stopped as soon as Snape sent a deathly glare at the culprits, you didn't show it. You reached down to grab your cauldron, noticing that the bottom was dusted in some sort of orange powder. As you turned it over, a note fell out of it.

You're welcome, (L/n). Sorry I couldn't be there for the fireworks~

J.P.

“That sneaky little, ugh,” you crumpled the note, growling in frustration.

“What is it?” Severus asked, peering over your shoulder to glance at the paper. However, as soon as you tried to show it to him it vanished in your hands in a wisp of glowing embers. You turned to look at Severus who was still staring at you expectantly.

“It was Potter,” you rolled your eyes.

Anger flashed in Severus' eyes before confusion replaced it momentarily.

“But that was your cauldron, not mine. Why would Potter want to mess with you?”

And now the anger was back again. Snape was used to Potter’s crew targeting him; bullying and suffering through minor hexes had become an everyday occurrence, but when he imagined them doing anything to you it was enough to make him see red.

“Ah, well. . .” you trailed off, deciding that telling him you'd yelled at the group of Gryffindors: 'if you jerks want to have a go at Severus you're gonna have to get through me first!' was a bad idea.

“I sort of, maybe, kind of. . . started it?” you said. Severus raised a brow at you. “Look, Potter was asking for it, okay? It was about time someone messed with him for a change. And besides, it was hilarious, even Lily got a kick out of watching that broom hit him in the head.”

Severus chuckled at that, a hint of pride welling in his chest at yours and Lily's shared distaste for the Potter boy.

“But that was the last straw,” you declared, grabbing a Sopophorus bean from the bowl in front of you and a knife to cut it as per the instructions, “I'm sick and tired of him acting like he's better than everyone else,” you said, stabbing down with your knife for emphasis. The Sopophorus bean jumped as you did, sliding out from under your blade and skidding across your cutting board. You huffed as you grabbed it again, placing it back down and holding it in place. “And he walks around with that little posse of his like he runs this school!” You brought your knife down again, moving your fingers at the last second, but the bean still managed to slip away, trying to bounce back into the bowl.

“This means war!” you seethed, grabbing the runaway legume again, now at your wit's end, and crushing it in your fist. It stopped jumping as the beet-red juice of the plant dripped down your arm, and Severus looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, that's one way to do it,” he said.

“Shove off,” you said playfully, throwing the bean in his direction. He dodged it easily, his smile growing.

“No, really,” he said, almost more to himself than you as he scribbled out the word 'cut' and replaced it with 'crush' in his notebook, “you might be better at this than you let on.”

You blushed at the unexpected compliment, backhanded as it was.

“Excuse you, I happen to be fantastic at Potions,” you said, grabbing another bean and avoiding his gaze.

“Right, that's why your cauldron exploded.”

“That was sabotage,” you shot back.

“I was talking about last week,” Severus said cheekily, taking in your flustered expression.

You both went back to your ingredients, eventually discovering that crushing the beans with the flat of a knife was the best way to extract the juice without them jumping. You watched Severus out of the corner of your eye as he measured out the African Sea water, adding it gradually as he stirred the mixture counter-clockwise. The elixir turned a bright blue color, shimmering as if light were being reflected off of it. He continued on with the formula, snapping off a few fluxweed sprigs before adding them and lowering the heat with his wand, hardly looking at the instructions at all.

You wondered where this newfound confidence had come from. Severus was usually so rigid and withdrawn, but right now he looked more at ease than you had ever seen him. A spark was present in his eyes as he worked that you rarely ever saw, and it made you smile despite yourself.

The rest of your potion making process went on without a hitch, and you silently applauded yourself as you watched the other students around you struggle to get their concoctions together. Even Lily seemed to be having trouble, though Mary wasn't really helping other than offering moral support.

You turned back to focus on your own potion, stirring it with the ladle and mesmerized by the way it began to turn a deep plum color. Meanwhile, Severus was cleaning up your shared station, looking over at the brew. His brows furrowed as he examined it.

“Just stir it a bit more,” he said, coming up behind you and placing his hand on top of yours, “the color is still off.”

Your face burned at the unexpected contact; Snape certainly wasn't a touchy person, so the act caught you completely off guard, though you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. Severus nearly jumped backwards, absolutely mortified when he realized what he was doing. It was him micromanaging more than anything; he was so focused on getting the potion right he didn't even notice he was moving his own body as he gave you the instruction.

“Sorry,” he said, feeling quite possibly the lamest he'd ever felt in his life.

“It's okay,” you said, biting the inside of your lip nervously and continuing to stir like he said. Your light response allowed Snape to relax, his shoulders lowering a full three inches. He'd been certain you would have reacted to his mistake with disgust or repulsion, but you didn't. What did that mean? You were utterly confusing. Despite how well you could read him, Severus was unable to get a read on you at all. If he had been, he would have noticed the tiny smile on your face as you stirred, silently wishing his hand were back on yours.

You and Snape stood at attention as Slughorn peered down at your potion, looking mildly impressed. He reached into his robes, procuring an oak leaf from who knows where, and dropped it into your cauldron. The leaf floated on top of the liquid for just a moment before its edges began to burn. It furled from the unseen heat, folding in on itself and disappearing into the inky depths of the liquid. Slughorn's expression lit up, his impression no longer mild.

“Merlin's beard, it's perfect!” he exclaimed, “in all my years I've never seen a pair recreate this potion exactly as you two have done today.”

You beamed at the praise, your smile only widening as you saw your emotions mirrored in Severus' face, albeit more subtly.

Over the course of your fourth year, you and Snape continued to excel in Potions, receiving much praise from Professor Slughorn and a lot of glares from your fellow students. However, there was something else that continued that year, and that was your increasing interactions with James Potter.

“I just don't get why you even bother with him,” Snape had said to you one day while you were in Potions. Your prank war with James was at its peak, and you were sidetracked that day in class coming up with new ideas to get back at him.

“It's a full on battle now, Sev,” you said, “I can't back down! Now, for my next one I was thinking something along the lines of a callback to one of his earlier stunts. Maybe get him back for tampering with my cauldron at the beginning the year.”

“(Y/n)—”

“I've got a few friends in Gryffindor, and apparently he talks about his prank plans way too loudly in the common room, so I have a head start on this one. They mentioned something about my shampoo—“

“(Y/n),” Severus stressed, finally catching your attention. You looked up at him, embarrassed at you rambling. “Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, “he's just baiting you. You know that.”

“It keeps them from doing anything that targets you, right?” you questioned back.

Severus didn't know what to say at that. It was true, ever since you had declared war on James, he and his stupid friends hadn't really bothered with him at all. Were you doing this for him? He didn't know what to do with the thought.

You were, of course, but you thought it better not to mention that in the last few months this had been going on, you'd also begun to find the rivalry and banter between you and James fun.

“Gather 'round students, gather 'round!” Slughorn beckoned the class over, disrupting your train of thought and putting an end to your conversation, “now, would anyone like to identify the potion in this cauldron here?” He gestured to a shockingly pink liquid that seemed to swirl on its own. Plum and periwinkle smoke wafted through the air above it in delicate spirals.

“That's Amortentia,” Lily said, “it's a love potion that's supposed to smell different to everyone depending on what scents attract them.”

“Right you are, Miss Evans,” Slughorn said proudly, “would you like to tell us what you smell?”

“Cinnamon,” she started slowly, “warm spices, butterbeer, sandalwood. . .” her cheeks reddened significantly, as if she'd made some sort of realization. “Th-that's all.” You stared at her quizzically but she just shook her head. You'd have to ask her about this later. . .

“(L/n),” Slughorn said, “would you be so kind as to do the same?”

“Sure,” you said, stepping up to the cauldron. It was captivating, almost drawing you in physically. “Wild lavender,” you said, smiling, your mother had a garden full of them when you were growing up, “rain when it hits the pavement, and old leather books.” Scents you wouldn't realize until much later all correlated with a certain person.

“Very different scents for very different people,” Professor Slughorn said, “thank you for demonstrating, you two. Now, we will not be brewing this potion today for obvious reasons. It is incredibly dangerous, capable of creating not true love, but unhinged obsession. What we will be doing, however, is studying its effects. . .”

“Strongest love potion in the world, huh?” Evan suddenly appeared at your side, “funny, I could have sworn it smelled just like you, although you wouldn't need a potion to reign me in~”

“Put a sock in it, Rosier,” you said, shoving him away playfully.

“Aw, come on, just one date wouldn't hurt,” he said, “I'm pulling out all my best lines here!”

“That's the best you've got?”

“Ouch.”

Snape couldn't help but glare at the Slytherin boy, not liking how close he was to you. Nice as he seemed, Snape knew how he could really be. He didn't think you'd be such good friends with Rosier if you knew he was knee deep in the dark arts as soon as the sun set on the castle. Then again, Severus wasn't one to talk.

Over the course of the year he noticed that you only grew closer to James, something that bothered him immensely. He was grateful that you had gotten his bullying to stop, but he hated that the way you had gone about it was to turn Potter into a friend. . .

“Merlin, he keeps looking over at you, Lils,” you said.

Lily and Severus looked over to where James sat with Sirius, Remus, and Peter in their corner table as usual. Somehow they always managed to be at The Three Broomsticks at the exact same time as your trio, almost as if they knew you were there. James Potter was, in fact, looking towards your table, until your friends not-so-discreetly turned to look at him and he diverted his gaze elsewhere.

“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes as you took another sip of your butterbeer.

Lily looked between you and James' table for a moment before turning back to you.

“Actually, (Y/n), he's staring at you.”

You looked at her like she'd grown a second head but then began to laugh.

“Is he? Jeeze, what a creep,” you said, but with affection in your voice that wasn't missed by Severus, “it's probably because I saved his ass the other day and he's still reeling from it.”

“Oh,” she said, a hint of what you swore was relief in her tone until she realized what you said, “Wait, you what?”

“Sirius and I were talking in the forest and we got ambushed by Malfoy's motley crew,” you said, “and Potter showed up because of course he did. It was just a little duel, no big deal.”

“What?!” Lily said, concern written all over her face, “they fancy the dark arts, (Y/n), you could have been hurt!”

Severus stared into his drink, unable to look at either of you.

“I'm fine, Lils,” you insisted, “and trust me, I don't think Malfoy's going to be bothering anyone anymore. Just show him a picture of a squid and he'll probably screech like a banshee.”

Lily laughed along with you, partially in confusion, until the first part of your statement hit her with a slight delay.

“Hold on, you were in the forest with Black? And did you just call him Sirius?” she asked, her teasing making your face flush.

“We just. . . figured some stuff out. . . It was nothing like what you're thinking, so drop it,” you grumbled, taking another drink to hide your embarrassed face.

“Whatever you say, (Y/n),” Lily sang, taking a sip of her own drink.

Severus felt jealousy bubble up in him like a disease. He cast his gaze upwards, his eyes locking momentarily with James'. His arch rival rose a cocky brow at him, his gaze unmistakably shifting to you and Lily before staring Snape down again. Severus took a sharp breath to steel himself, that feeling in the pit of his stomach never really going away.

That was the beginning of the end.

Read chapter 5 here!

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st0nesnglitter · 4 years ago

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okay so i see ur requests are open 👀... and i am absolutely obsessed w ur writing like ur so talented dude... maybe a lil smoking w sirius blurb? it could be w the ashtray idea or like just having a ciggie w him... totally up to u + if u don't wanna do it or don't have time or whatever like pls don't worry like it's all chill <3 - 🦕

OKAY OKAY this is gonna be a lil based on mine and @quindolyn ’s discussions about Remus and Sirius where Rem is not okay with you smoking so you have to beg Si

Platonic!reader, orrrrr is it 😳

With the help of the map you and Sirius had escaped to the courtyard as the sun started to set. In his hand he held a small, blue package and he had put a cigarette between his lips.

”C’mere love” he mumbled around it as he looked for a lighter.

You shuffled closer for heat as the wind started to pick up and he lifted his lighter to his cig. A delicious sigh left him as he felt the smoke go down his throat and fill his lungs. He let his head fall back as he exhaled and a puff of white smoke left his pink lips. Your eyes wandered over his impossibly beautiful side profile as he took another drag. Straight nose, sharp jaw and sparkling eyes looking over at you with a mischevious smile.

”Remmy is going to kill me for this y’know” he chuckled softly and you took a small drag from his cigarette, not as used to the smoke you didn’t inhale it down to your lungs and just let it stay in your mouth for a while.

”He won’t know” you smiled back as you exhaled and you shivered sligthly, ”it’s just too bad we gotta sneak out in the cold”.

Sirius smiled softly as he trapped the cig in between his lips before wrapping a long arm around you. You leaned into the touch and moved his jacket to get more shelter. You propped your head up against his chest to look at him as he kept letting out smoke from his mouth.

”You’re gorgeous” you muttered as he looked over to withering flowers and the corner tugged up ever so slighlty before his arrogant persona took over and he kept a straight face.

”I know” he answered quietly and kept his focus on the nicotine flowing to his brain and out to his fingertips. But his arm around you tightened and he went to discard the cig.

”Want one last drag?”

You nodded and parted your lips slighlty to take it in, but instead he brought it to his own again. Your eyes knitted together and you were about to ask him what he was doing as he bent his head down. Sirius was a few centimeter from you, lips as close as possible without touching as he exhaled. As the puff left him you inhaled and the toxic smoke tasted better than ever. Instinctively you closed your eyes as you felt it burn in your throat before you exhaled a weak cloud.

When you opened your eyes again Sirius had returned to his full height and had snapped to make the butt of the cigarette disappear.

”Gotta get back now, there’s school tomorrow” he said with a tone you usually use with a child.

Back in the dorm you tried to be as quiet as possible when you crawled back into bed. Sleeping in the Marauders dorm meant that you didn’t have to be with your, quite frankly, annoying roomates and you got to share beds with very attractive men. You slid in next to Si and he got closer than usual, a hand coming up to pat down your hair. He mumbled an excuse about the wind messing it up before his actions slowef down but his hand stayed put.

”You guys stink!”

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londonbelow · 3 years ago

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Ruin Me

Mad Max x Zara oneshot

“You’ve really been getting on my damn nerves, you know that?”

I rolled my eyes defiantly, smirking at him as he drove the car. I sat in the back seat again, wearing another dress that was much too small for me, per Elijah’s request, and Mad Max was irritated with my Sirius XM station choice.

2000’s Pop.

“Too high, can’t come dooowwwnnnn…” I sang along with Britney Spears, giving a little shimmy in the leather seat of the black sedan.

Max’s eyes shifted up to look at me in the rear view mirror and I laughed when I saw them narrow, but then felt my skin heat up as they flickered down over my wiggling, dancing body.

“Would you shut up?” He grumbled, flexing his fingers against the steering wheel.

“You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under…” I continued to sing, giving a hair flip, getting very into the performance, mostly because I knew it was irritating Max.

He mumbled something under his breath, his eyes flickering to eye me through the mirror again and I grinned brightly when I heard it.

“What was that?” I asked, raising my eyebrows, “Did you just threaten to spank me?!”

“The punishment fits the crime.” He mumbled again, making a turn and letting his eyes continue to look back at me as he did so.

“You’ve been so crabby all fucking night.” I snapped at him, “Why don’t you loosen up? You need to get laid or something?”

I was only kidding, but Mad Max didn’t reply. He pressed his lips together and shifted slightly in his seat. I leaned forward, quirking an eyebrow as I watched his throat work to swallow harshly.

“Max…” I said slowly, watching his eyes flicker to look at me in the rear view mirror, “You need to get laid, don’t you? What’s the matter? Can’t find any women with that glorious, warm, welcoming personality of yours?”

“Can’t find any women because I’m too busy babysitting your bratty ass.” He replied and I smiled, tilting my head to the side as I admired him.

Mad Max was very good looking. He was tall and muscular and that scar down his face made him just terrifying enough to thrill me. I licked my dry lips and saw his eyes follow the movement, and then I smiled as I adjusted my body in my seat, moving at a snail’s pace so he wouldn’t miss a second of my legs gliding open and then shut again as I turned them.

“Do. Not. Start.” He ordered me, making me giggle softly.

“Okay. I won’t.” I said, clearing my throat and spreading my arms out across the backseat, crossing my legs and meeting his stare again.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, but I could feel the tension rising between us. I’d felt it for a long time, but neither one of us had acted on it. I think we were both scared that we wouldn’t be able to return to our normal friendship if we crossed that line.

It was getting out of hand, though - we both wanted it and it was so obvious. I don’t know what it was about tonight, but I was suddenly very sick of pretending like this wasn’t gonna happen between us.

Apparently - so was Mad Max.

“Open them.” His voice was gruff and low and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin at the sound of his words.

I leaned back further, my lips curving up slowly as I uncrossed my legs, keeping them shut tightly as I made eye contact with him in the rear view mirror again.

“Beg me.” I said, watching his fingers tighten around the steering wheel again, his knuckles going white from the grip.

“I don’t beg.” He replied, scoffing, “I know you’re used to getting your bratty little way with other men, but I’m not them. You either listen… or…”

My eyes narrowed at him, “Or what?”

Mad Max raised one eyebrow at me before the car was swerving over to the right, screeching to a loud stop on the side of the street. My heart jumped out of my chest when he moved out of the car swiftly, slamming the door shut so harshly that the entire car shook. Excitement flooded through me as I watched his form storm over to my car door, ripping it open forcibly.

A gasp managed to escape my mouth, lips parting to speak, but Max had my face clenched between his leather glove covered fingers. I searched his eyes, noticing the beautiful blue shade of them. My eyes trailed down along his scar, the angry pink color of it deforming half his face, but god… he really was so fucking sexy, the scar only added to the rugged handsomeness of him.

“You’ll be the only one begging tonight.” He muttered to me, and then his harsh lips were against mine, kissing me passionately.

He kissed me roughly, desperately, like he hadn’t been kissed in years and was putting every ounce of desire into this kiss to make up for it. He pushed me back into the car further, the door slamming behind him as one of his hands gripped onto my bare thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh.

I gripped onto his face, moaning into his mouth as he turned us, flipping me so I was straddling his lap, my dress riding up around my hips as he did so. I couldn’t remember the last time a man was strong enough to manhandle me like that and the way he controlled my body made my pussy clench up in anticipation of what he would do next.

His tongue was warm and he tasted sweet, like a piece of cherry candy. His facial hair burned against my skin in the best way as he pulled his mouth off of mine, trailing it down over my jaw and along the side of my neck.

“Fuck…” I whispered, my eyes rolling back as I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my skin, all of my inhibitions gone and replaced by pure lust.

“You’re a fucking tease…” He growled against my skin, letting out his own moan when I rolled my hips in his lap, “Aren’t you?”

“I am.” I whispered back, panting heavily as I gripped onto his chin, pulling his mouth back up to mine. I smiled as I held him there, meeting his eyes, “What are you gonna do about it?”

He looked down at my mouth, so close to his, his tongue sneaking out to swipe gently across my bottom lip right before he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you stupid, so you spend the rest of this car ride struck silent.”

“That’s one way to shut me up.” I mumbled before his lips were on mine again, his tongue pressing between my lips and finding mine, massaging against it sensually as his hands gripped onto each of my thighs.

The leather of his gloves against my skin was a new feeling that I was rather enjoying, but I wanted his hands, I wanted his skin, his calloused fingers against my softest parts. I reached down and began to tug the gloves off him, dropping them to the ground carelessly and sighing into his mouth when I felt those large hands move back onto my skin.

I ran my fingertips down over the scar on his face and his teeth came down on my bottom lip when I did so, which I took as a warning. I moved my hands back to grip onto his neck, each of my thumbs pressing to the front, applying a little pressure.

I pushed his face back from mine by his neck, forcing his head back against the headrest of the seat, rolling my hips down into his lap as I did so.

“Ask me if you can fuck me.” I ordered him, letting out a soft hiss as my wet pussy pressed into the bulge in his pants.

He was painfully hard beneath me, so much so that I knew it had been a long time since a woman touched him like this. I bet that I could make him cum just by grinding down into his lap. I would have liked to test that theory, but I was equally as desperate and hungry for him, I needed to feel his cock inside of me.

“Why ask? I know I can.” He spat back, “Why don’t you ask if you can fuck me?”

“One of us has to submit.” I snapped at him, tightening my grip around his neck as I continued to grind down against him.

“It won’t be me.” He snapped back, his fingers moving up over my hips, under my dress so he could touch the top of my panties.

I let out a soft gasp when he ran one finger along the side of them, moving it down along the elastic until he could push the fabric aside and then press his fingers inside of me. I gasped loudly at the first feel of them, grazing over my wet slit and then sliding into me, so gentle at first that it made me ache for more.

His free arm moved to wrap around my waist tightly, holding me still as he began to thrust his fingers up into me. They were so big and rough and the feeling of them against my soft, wet pussy was enough to make me know: I was going to submit.

“You feel so good.” Mad Max murmured to me, “God, you’re dripping wet for me… you want me to fuck you? Say it… beg me.”

I was so fucking weak.

“I hate you. Fuck me. Fuck… fuck me.” I gasped out, unable to control it when he began to rub his thumb over my clit in harsh circles.

“Is that a piercing I feel? You are fucking dirty.” He whispered against my chest, his lips and tongue tracing patterns along the supple skin of my breasts, “Keep begging me, dirty girl.”

I pressed my lips together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but he curled his fingers inside of me and picked up the speed as his lips worked down over my chest. I dropped my shoulders so that the straps of my dress would slip down easily, exposing my breasts to him and sighing when he immediately ran his tongue along one of my nipples, giving it a gentle tug with his teeth. He blew on it gently and it hardened under the air, making me shiver.

“Please…” I whined, wiggling against his hand, needing him to move faster and harder, “Max…”

“What, Z?” He asked, “What do you want?”

“You.” I whispered, opening my eyes to meet his, watching him soften slightly at those words, “I want you to fuck me. Here. Now.”

Max pulled my lips back down to his and kissed me deeply, pulling his fingers out of me so he could unbutton his pants, just enough to free his hard cock. He whipped a condom out of his pocket and I hiked my dress up over my hips further as he rolled the condom onto himself.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and my hip with the other, guiding my pussy down onto him, both of us letting out loud moans at the feeling. I shut my eyes and leaned my forehead against his, letting my body adjust to his admirable size. I felt a soft kiss against my lips and opened my eyes to meet his, beginning to roll my hips forward, feeling his cock slide in and out of me smoothly as I did so.

Our eyes stayed locked as we fucked, his hands tight on my hips and helping to guide me as I rode his cock, my lips parting in ecstasy at how full and stretched I was feeling. He wiggled down until his hips were flattened out more, the angle of this making his cock press harshly into my g-spot every time I lowered myself onto him.

“C’mere…” He murmured against my lips, licking his quickly before he kissed me again, so soft and passionate that it made me tighten up.

I was not used to softness, but he seemed to melt underneath me, like he couldn’t even pretend to be hard with me riding him and panting against his mouth. As if he could read my mind, like he knew that I didn’t want this to be soft or gentle, he suddenly grabbed onto my wrists and restrained them behind my back tightly, his arms locking around my waist in the movement so he could hold me still.

“Such a good girl…” He moaned out, “Fuck, you’re taking my cock so good…”

My eyes rolled back into my head at his words, my body jerking with every harsh thrust that he pressed up into my body. The fact that we were both fully dressed made it ten times hotter for me and I loved that he was wearing an all black suit.

I smiled and let out a half-laugh/half-moan as he started to fuck me even harder, taking out all of his aggression on me, making me feel like I was being split in half.

“You have driven me crazy since the fucking second I met you…” Max grunted out as we fucked, “You annoying, bratty, horrible fucking tease…”

His lips pressed all over my bare chest, suckling at the most sensitive spots, following up his gentle sucking with harsh bites. I gasped at every bite, but I loved it, I fucking loved it - he could rip me open and tear me apart and I would say thank you as long as his cock stayed inside of me.

“I can’t stand you.” I whispered, feeling his hands tighten around my wrists harshly when I said those words.

He pulled back from my chest and looked up at me with a sinister smirk and my forehead fell against his, his dirty blonde cropped hair tickling my skin when I did so.

“Tell me you hate me.” He whispered, a moan escaping his throat when I started to fuck him harder and faster.

“I fucking hate you.” I snapped at him and he instantly released my wrists, which allowed me to reach up and grasp onto his face harshly.

My fingers touched his scar and I watched him wince when I did so, like he wasn’t used to it. I squeezed his cheeks together until his lips parted and I leaned over him, spitting slowly into his mouth. His eyebrows raised as it happened, but his tongue snaked out slightly to catch all of the spit. I knew he would be into nasty shit like this. I brought my lips down onto his as soon as I finished spitting, easily slipping my tongue into his mouth to taste that cherry flavor again.

Mad Max growled, his fingers clenching harshly into my thighs for a moment before he wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped us over. I pushed my legs up and put them on top of his shoulders, needing to feel him in me from this angle. He wrapped one hand around my throat and I heard myself gasp, because his hand was so large that it nearly went all the way around.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

“Ohh, yeah? Because you’re just that good, right?” I teased him, laughing, feeling his fingers tighten around my throat.

“Because I’m going to fuck you senseless and pretend it never happened.” He muttered, moving in and out of me at a slow pace, his eyes darkening down toward me, “And you’re going to think about me fucking you every time a boy touches you after this.”

“In your fucking dreams.” I snapped at him.

Mad Max smiled and then began to fuck me harshly, the angle of his body sending the thrusts straight to my g-spot. I cried out loudly, unable to stop myself from it, slapping my hand over my mouth to try and keep myself quiet. He ripped my hand off my mouth as soon as I did so.

“Louder.” He groaned, a smirk on his lips as my eyes slid open to look at him, “Fucking louder.”

One of my hands locked around the back of his neck, wishing he had longer hair for me to grip onto, moving down to grasp the back of his suit jacket instead. A hot, searing pain - the best kind of pain - was gliding through my cunt with every thrust he pressed into me, his hands grasping my thighs. I couldn’t stop closing my eyes and moaning, louder and louder, not wanting to give into his requests, but I was a slave to his strokes.

“You like the way my cock feels in you?” He whispered to me, bringing his mouth down to mine, licking at my lips, “Do you feel me stretching you open, Zara?”

Our eyes met and I nodded deliriously, desperately, not caring that I was giving into him any longer because I didn’t want him to stop.

“You feel so good, like fucking heaven, can’t believe you’re real…” His lips whispered against my neck, kissing it gently and then biting it. Never all soft, always had to be hard.

“Shut the fuck up.” I ordered him, feeling him chuckle against my neck, shaking his head.

I cried out loudly as he picked up the pace even more, his cock slamming into me, his hips pounding against the back of my thighs. He moaned lowly, continuing his assault, moving my legs off his shoulders so I would wrap them around his waist tightly.

“Fuck, fuck!” I gasped out, “Max, I’m-...”

“Cum for me.” He ordered me, “Cum now, Zara.”

I had never cum on command before, not that I could remember, but as soon as the order left his mouth, it was happening. My cunt clenched around him over and over again, my fingers reaching up for him desperately, trying to grab onto any part of him. He knocked my hands off his body and locked my wrists together, pressing them against my chest as he continued to thrust into me, extending my orgasm further.

His moans were loud and uncontrolled as he came, his hands so tight around my wrists that I winced at the feeling, trying to get out from under his grip, but it was impossible. He let out a heavy sigh as he finished, his thrusts slowing to a stop, fingers loosening around my wrists. I stared up at him, watching him pant heavily over me for a moment, his eyes opening to find mine.

We stared at one another for a long, silent moment, the only sound coming from our desperate puffs of breath, trying to slow both of our heartbeats. I lifted one hand, slowly, unsure of what he would do, but I couldn’t stop myself. My palm pressed to the side of his face, my thumb caressing the part of his scar that met his mouth, my other fingers gliding over his eyebrow.

Mad Max let me touch his scar. He didn’t move as I did so, he only stared down at me in silence. He didn’t nuzzle into my hand, he didn’t soften at my touch - he just let me do it, as if he were a display at the store. I swallowed harshly, starting to pull my hand off him, dropping it to my chest, our eyes staying locked as he pulled back from me, reaching down to hold the condom in place as he slid out of me.

I watched him zip his pants back up, tie off the condom, watched him reach down for his leather gloves on the floor in front of my feet. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t soothe me, he didn’t make any effort to pretend that this was more than what it was - a one time only, hard, meaningless fuck. I pushed down the awkwardness and the shame that was creeping over me, wondering if he felt like this was a mistake.

Mad Max opened the car door and slipped out of the backseat, straightening himself out and sliding his gloves back on. I waited for him to slam the door in my face. I was sure that it was coming.

But instead he bent back down and grabbed my face between his leather-clad fingers, pulling my mouth against his, kissing me harshly. I kissed him back eagerly, but just as I was about to wrap my arms around him so I could deepen and prolong the kiss, he pulled away from me, and he shut the door.

Sliding back into the driver’s seat, he was silent. I took a moment to clean myself up, straight my dress out and try to regain my composure.

Mad Max turned the radio back on. His eyes flickered up to find mine in the rear view mirror. I watched his cheeks twitch, and despite only being able to see the top half of his face, I knew that he was smiling as he stared at me.

“Do. Not. Start.” He growled.

I smiled brightly at him, raising my eyebrows and beginning to dance in my seat, just like I did before he fucked me. The song that was playing was now the Backstreet Boys and I opened my big mouth, crooning along to the song, watching Mad Max’s eyes brighten toward me as I did so.

“Tell me why, ain’t nothing but a heartache…”

He scoffed loudly and pulled away from the side of the road, starting to drive away, as if nothing happened, as if it was just another night of him driving me around for Elijah.

As if I couldn’t still feel the ache of him between my thighs. As if I couldn’t still feel the burn of his stubble along my cheeks and my jaw and my chest. As if I couldn’t still taste his cherry flavored tongue, licking at mine as if he wanted to drink me up. I realized quickly that I hated that it was over. It was rough and hard and fast and I wished that it was longer, wished that he would pull over and fuck me senseless every time he had to drive me somewhere. I wondered if I could annoy him enough to make him do it again, and that’s when I realized… he was right. I was ruined.

“You’re insufferable.” He mumbled, blue eyes flickering up to look at me once again.

I caught his eye and gave him a sinister smile.

And you’ve ruined me, Mad Max.

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