#dorlene x reader

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Hater? I hardly know her

Barbies: Dorlene x you (more so Marlene and you dating and Dorcas lusting from afar)

Word: 1.6k

Summary: Dorcas hates you and your girlfriend but is it actually hatred or just misspelled horniness

Warnings: YOU WEAR A SKIRT AND GREEN LACE UNDERWEAR no genital or gendered pronouns or words used though, you flash a crowd and shake ass, Marlene is Marlene, Dorcas is pissed you guys are so hot, you and Marlene are very comfy with pda, tabletop dancing, broom closet shenanigans, I sleepy I think that's it, definitely not inspired by Lunch by Billie I don't even know where you would get that idea from you're crazy you're acting crazy rn

Dorcas hated you. And your stupid girlfriend, Marlene. At first, she just thought you were both pretty and then she realized how fucking annoying you both were. Was it truly necessary for Marlene to flirt with her during quidditch practice? Did you really have to wink at her every time you made eye contact? Not to mention the fact that you two were so far down each other’s throats all the time she was shocked either of you knew it was day. She hated that you were both so attractive and knew it. You both needed the strongest serving of humbling she has ever prescribed. Dorcas decided that’s exactly what she would do, humble y’all bitch asses.

Every time Marlene flirted, Dorcas insulted her. As harsh as she could. She snarled at you every time you looked at her. However, this seemed to backfire. Her rudeness seemed to make you both like her more. Marlene was even more flirtatious and you tried multiple times to start a conversation with her. She hated the both of you with a strong passion.

You and Marlene picked up on her bad vibes. You both just assumed that you had done something wrong. Your attempts to rectify the problem only seemed to make it worse. Marlene wasn’t a quitter. She decided you all would become friends or more if it was the last thing she did.

With the latest quidditch win under the Slytherin’s belt, Dorcas was excited for the following party. Barty had triple her excitement, he loved parties. The crowd gave him attention, unlike his father, and booze. Barty also liked kissing his boyfriend in the dim lighting. Evan enjoyed parties in the way someone might enjoy baking; it’s nice every once in a while, gets tiresome if frequent, and you get a treat at the end. While he didn’t get a cookie at the end of every party he did get an extra cuddily Barty. Pandora enjoyed them less. They were quite loud and she preferred to stare out the giant glass wall to watch the fish. If Pandora’s enjoyment of parties was in the basement then Regulus’ enjoyment of parties was in hell. He hated them. Too loud, too many people, too much B.O., terrible music, and stupid people became stupider with alcohol. Normally within the first hour Regulus and Pandora had snuck off to the Black Lake, party be damned.

Dorcas was enjoying her time at their party, glad her hard work in practice paid off. She danced with Evan and Barty. There was a massive grin across her face. Until she heard cheers on the other side of the room. Not an odd thing, usually means someone did a fancy trick with their dancing or someone fell, but something about these cheers made her uneasy. Dorcas scanned the crowd, snagging on the two heads over the others. You and fucking Marlene. Dorcas was a hater through and through. As a verified hater, she knows if you want to do it right you have to see your victims’ highest point so you can bully them as it happens.

Dorcas left Barty and Evan, weeding through the crowd. Eventually, she was standing right up against the coffee table you and your girlfriend were dancing on. It was sickening how good you both looked. People shouldn’t be more attractive just because they were standing on a piece of furniture. Marlene was standing behind you, her hands traveling more than they should in such a public space. Your arms were stretched over Marlene’s shoulders, your back pressed to her chest with your head thrown back. One of Marlene’s hands was resting just under your belly button while the other was on the side of your neck. Marlene’s head was turned to your neck. All the while both your hips were moving with the beat.

Your position reminded Dorcas of a vampire and their lover who is also into biting. She snarled at the thought of you both enjoying this. As if she sensed her hatred, Marlene's eyes shot open, meeting Dorcas’ immediately. Dorcas clenched her jaw and tilted her head up. Dorcas saw a flash of Marlene’s grin pressed to your neck before she pulled back. You pulled away from each other, somehow dancing apart was more attractive than together. Dorcas didn’t think much while watching the both of you prance on top of your lofty 16-inch tall coffee table. Well not much other than ‘fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou’.

With the new song, you both seemed to regain your lust for one another, meeting each other in the middle of the table. Your hands were grabbing and pulling each other, hitching the hems of clothing up just an inch. Dorcas wasn’t sure which one of you she hated more. Marlene with her band shirt and tight leather shorts. Or you with your stupid short skirt, and shirt that was very shirty. Dorcas was losing her vocabulary that’s how bad your dancing was, defentily wasn’t Marlene’s ass peaking out the bottom of her shorts.

Before Dorcas’ mind could catch each of your movements you were bending over right in front of her. Marlene flicked your skirt up, though it was already very revealing. Marlene leaned foreward and rested her elbows on your back before dropping one hand to sit in front of one elbow while her other hand held up her face. Marlene made a bored face while she shook back and forth from your hip movements. Dorcas wanted to be better than the boys cheering and screaming behind her but your ass was fully in her face. She glanced, not stared, fine she glanced for a long time. Dorcas commited the image to her memory.

You had on green lacey underwear. It made her eye twitch. Even worse, it was a little difficult to see with all the shaking but she noticed a slightly faded hickey to the left, and on the right side avoiding the hem of your underwear was her jersey number. Drawn around it were tiny little hearts that looked eerily similar to the ones she saw Marlene doodle on her page.

Unfortuentually Fortuneally, it ended quickly. Marlene stood up. She slapped your ass. Dorcas noticed how for a split second she squeezed it. You took this less as an offense and more as a signal, standing up and spinning around. You glanced down at Dorcas, winking at her before pulling Marlene in to you. You must've gotten bored with dancing because you jumped off the table. You helped Marlene get off the table before you both dissapeared into the crowd.

Dorcas returned to where she left Barty and Evan, finding them making out next to a wall. Dorcas gripped the back of Barty’s shirt, pulling him back. Barty whined. Dorcas sighed, slipping between the two of them.

“I just got flashed.” Evan groaned.

“Someone I know?” Evan asked. Dorcas shook her head.

“It unfortunately was a little hot.” She muttered, hoping it got drowned out by the music. Barty sloppily patted her shoulder in sympathy.

“The worst kind of flashing,” Barty said, a little too loud in Dorcas’ ear.

With the party slowly dragging on, she started to notice the lack of you and Marlene. Dorcas wanted to judge you vocally to your face how could she do that with you not here? She assumed you both left, maybe flashing a whole crowd was enough for one night. Dorcas watched in disappointment as a rowdy student flung a glass vase at the wall. She sighed as she left the commonroom to get a dustpan, already envisioning someone weilding a shard as a weapon. Dorcas swung the broom closet door open. She froze when she saw you and Marlene.

Marlene had your back pressed against the wall. Her lipstick was smeared across your mouth and neck. Dorcas glanced down. Marlene’s hand was shoved down your green underwear, the fabric bunching around Marelene’s wrist. Dorcas let out a deep sigh, ignoring you both staring at her. She reached around Marlene pulling out the broom and dustpan.

“You can join.” you whispered. Dorcas paused, slowly flickering her eyes to you. She thought about it more than she should’ve. A quiet moment passed before she quickly spoke up.

“Ew, no.”

“You sure? We can go to not a broom closet.” Marlene offered, her hand slowly slipping up to your belly button. Dorcas stared at you both.

“Are you guys serious?” She made a snarl but the more she thought of her jersey number on your right ass cheek and Marlene’s hands traveling on her body the more she started to lose her strength.

“Deadly.”

“No, I’m Marlene.” You smacked Marlene’s shoulder. Dorcas shivered at Marlene’s bad joke.

“You’re absolutely insane if you think I’d ever sleep with you dickheads, I do have a few standards.” Dorcas said, rolling her eyes. Marlene grinned at her. You stared at her with those stupid convincing puppy eyes.

“Would you join if we said pretty please with sugar on top?” Marlene asked. Dorcas reached out and bonked her on the head with the dustpan.

“Pretty please with sugar on top?” You flashed Dorcas your pretty smile that made her give you the answers to a test months ago. Dorcas stared up at the ceiling letting out the groanest groan of all time before meeting eyes with you both again.

“I’ll consider it.” Marlene quickly raised her hand for a high five, your skirt falling back down. You shook your head. Marlene switched hands, and you happily high-fived her.

”Hey Cassy, why did you-“ Barty paused as his head popped over the edge of the door. He looked between you three. You awkwardly waved. Dorcas patted his shoulder, handing him the broom and dustpan.

“We’ll talk. Soon.” Dorcas said, winking at you on her way out the door. She shut it behind herself, pushing Barty back towards the commonroom. Dorcas most definitely did not hear Marlene squeal as she left and she was most definitely not cut out for the hating business.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

july 2nd - prompt: lies - @dorlenemicroficprompts - 170 words - warnings: homophobia, internalised homophobia 

All lies, Marlene thought as she lay back in her bed. 

Liars, that’s all they were. 

Disowned.

She scoffed at the word as though her own father hadn’t spat it in her face a few hours earlier. 

“We’ll always love you-” 

Liar. 

“-accept you regardless.”

Liar, liar, liar, lies, she thought. 

“But now that you’re one of them nasty queers-” 

I suppose that is what I am. 

“-leave this house.” 

“Gladly,” Marlene hat shot back, grabbing Dorcas’ hand to drag her out with her. 

But now? 

Now, Marlene had left her girlfriend alone to cool off by herself, one of her rock records playing in the background.

Her parents’ words felt like a forced sip from the goblet of self loathing. 

She knew it was wrong. It had felt wrong from the beginning, but Dorcas’ touch and love was her liquor and Marlene was the alcoholic, addicted to the taste, stuck like a fly in a spider’s web.

But how could their love be a lie when it felt so good?

[dearggntlereader]

I reread this once every few weeks and it gets better each time

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒; 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄

a/n: long awaited smut for @just-a-smol-spoon !! (also i’m on a fucking roll rn)

pairing: dorcas x reader x marlene (dorlene x reader)

summary: dorcas and marlene walk in on reader fucking herself.

wc: 1.2k (1211)

warning(s): scissoring, grinding, use of pet names, fingering, oral sex, smut, praising, and degrading!!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!!

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you were laid on the comfort of your bed, back pressing against the headboard. your hands worked their way down from the valley of your breast, miraculously finding their way to your clit. your eyes closed in relaxation, basking in pleasure as your hands circled your clit slowly. your core spasmed, feeling the need to be heard and taken care of. you heard their calls, your hand worked faster, focusing on your sweet spots. your nail hit your clit right where you needed it, your breathing intended as the knot in your stomach began twisting faster and faster. it was begging for release and you were there to comply.

that is until the door swung open and you saw a mop of curly dirty blonde hair and a dark skinned girl. both looking at you, their eyes boring into you.

the blonde laughed at the pathetic sight of you, “wow! y/n, you naughty minx. just wait until dor—“

“pup, shut your pretty mouth for a moment.” said dorcas, pressing her index finger to marlene's lips. she took long strides to your bare body, her eyes analyzing it. “go on, don’t keep us waiting.” she perked, an eyebrow raising and she took a seat right next to the bed. marlene got the hint and scurried next to dorcas, they both watched you with content, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you guided your hand back to your clit. slowly you started rubbing, breathy gasps leaving your lips. dorcas hand gripped onto your forearm, helping you find your g spot. “is it right there, doll?” she cooed, her other hand caressing your naked thigh. “yes, ma’am,” you confirmed, eyes rolling back.

marlene's lips began traveling from your thighs to stomach, you shivered at the warmth. your abdomen going up and down slowly as you inhaled and exhaled, deeply.

dorcas put her hands off of you and restrained your hands to the head board, “this’ll teach you a lesson, baby.”

marlene and dorcas then got off of you and stared at each other, their eyes pooling with lust. following, their lips crashed upon each other, teeth clashing, and they removed their clothes sensually. it was torture watching the two, while being restrained. your core aches for friction, but got nothing but air.

their hands roaming each other’s bodies, soft moans executing from the both of them. marlene whimpered as dorcas bit on her bottom lip and all you could do was lay there like a pathetic bitch.

“please mommy, wanna feel good!” you whined and it was directed towards marlene. slowly she pulled away from dorcas with a smirk lacing her lips.

“i’m sorry princess, but haven’t you felt good enough already? being a greedy brat and pleasuring yourself as your mommies went out to get stuff for you.”

it is true, marlene and dorcas went out to get new lingerie for their baby to try on.

“i promise i won’t do it again!” you cried, hips bucking up to nothingness.

instead of a response back, dorcas pulled marlenes chin in, their lips met again.

you were utterly hopeless, every second, minute, moment felt like torture watching them.

marlene and dorcas had pulled away for a moment and started murmuring to each other. they were fully aware that your attention was on them, and that’s exactly what they wanted.

—

you laid with nothingness, breathing enhancing as you watched marlenes and dorcas’s hips clash upon each other, heads being thrown back from pleasure. your thighs pressed up against each other, they were clenched. arousal dripping from your cunt. you wanted to touch yourself so bad, but the restraints obviously held you back. you took a deep breath, eyes closing. you couldn’t bare this sensation anymore, you needed a good fuck and right now.

a small cry left your lips, making dorcas’s head snap towards you. “what’s wrong baby?”

“i-i wanna feel good too, ‘m sorry that i pleasured myself. i won’t ever do it again, ‘m so sorry, mommy. didn’t mean to make you angry.” you sobbed,

her movement against the blondes hip had took a halt. her brows creased, a small frown formed on her lips.

“princess,” she started.

“y’didn’t make me mad, i just— let me make it up to you, i’ll—“

“we’ll,”marlene corrected.

“yes, we’ll make you feel so good you won’t even remember your name, only ours. now quiet down and be our pretty pillow princess, yeah?”

you nodded your head in response.

marlene and dorcas departed, stalking to you. “look at this pussy, so needy and wet.”

“and only f’the both of you,” you smiled, with doe eyes. marlene had a glint in her eyes— starvation, she was craving you. she wanted to be in between the legs of her pretty pet. she wasted no time getting to you, her mouth immediately latching onto your pussy. you sobbed, letting out cries of ecstasy. just her mouth on your clit brought you into delirium, eyes instantly rolling back. your body stirred, more specifically your hips. they jerked with each lap of her tongue. dorcas’ index and middle finger began tweaking your nipples, rolling them, tweaking and playing with them. this only ignited another flame to your core, setting it to fire. your arousal now trickled down your thighs, and was displayed on the blonde's face, coating her lips. your body trembled as she grounded it into the bed, she devoured you whole.

dorcas’ hands snaked around you, taking a halt to play with your bottom lip, then her thumb sunk into them. you sucked on her thumb the moment it went in, she brought a hand up to brush over your hair, gently caressing you.

“you pretty little thing, so spoiled.”

you nodded your head in agreement, you were so deep into your high; you couldn’t comprehend a thing. you were robbed of your desire, now that it has finally found its way back to you— you’re not sure if you could handle it.

“‘s all you can take, doll face?” dorcas cooed, removing her thumb from her dumb baby’s mouth.

“yes,” you whimpered.

“but we just started, butterfly? don’t y’wanna have fun?”

“i do, mommy.”

“then shut the fuck up and stop complaining,” marlene barked, lifting her head up from beneath your thighs.

“no words like that mar, you know it makes y/n/n sad!” dorcas scolded, pouting down at you.

“sorry i guess,” she rolled her eyes, going back to her meal— you.

once her tongue dove back into your cunt, you let out a scream of ecstasy.

“now that’s more like it, princess.”

their was an agonizing pitt in your stomach, pleading for release. it needed it, wanted it, it yearned for release.

“‘m gonna cum— please ma’am can i cum?” you begged of marlene.

you felt her smirk against your pussy, “go ahead, make another mess on m’face.” she mumbled, riveting her tongue into you even harder.

you complied, biting your lower lip. the pitt in your stomach only burned brighter as you released— so overstimulated that you squirted onto her tongue, she swallowed.

“s’good pretty girl!” dorcas praised you.

that’s when you noticed the wet patch on your back, dorcas was so fucking wet.

“m-mommy?”

“yes, love?”

“can we help you?”

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[vampbloodbunny2]

Girls Remus

🤝

,, it's that time of the month"

[crescenthistory]

e.9 w/ regulus pls, i'm on my knees 😭

this is technically a steamy prompt, but gosh this grew real sugary sweet really fast lmao. hope you enjoy the drabble, love<3

Prompt: E.9 "Use your words, sweetheart"

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: implied smut (mdni), not proofread, loads of cursing, talks of sex, background dorlene and rosekiller, established relationship, slight implied d/s dynamic where reader is d, regulus is a Quidditch Player™ but also easy to fluster, marlene is not a quidditch player in this (blasphemy, i know), gn!reader

Note: i could make a part 2 with actual smut, but this is what came to me rn

Perhaps your favourite part of your boyfriend is how multifaceted he is.

Because when you first met him, in all his moody brooding, repressed emotions, dry sarcasm and school-orientation, you never could have imagined how fervent Regulus Black could get about quidditch. The same Regulus who rolled his eyes painfully hard at his brother and friends's jock habits, as he referred to them as, the same Regulus who polished his Head Boy pin multiple times a day. Somehow, it was the same Regulus you saw run into a slam-hug with Barty on the field once they landed, with wild eyes and tousled hair after catching the snitch that just barely secured Slytherin’s victory against Gryffindor.

“Bloody fucking yes!” You could hear the boys’ exclamations clutter against each other in the air as they hollered their celebrations. 

A wide grin was glued onto your lips as you cheered and clapped with the crowds surrounding you in the stands. Marlene’s voice was bursting your eardrums as she cheered specifically only for Dorcas while grumbling over Gryffindor’s defeat ��� a complicated day for the blonde.

On the field, Regulus turned from his friends to scour through the stands before his eyes found yours and somehow he smiled wider. Your heart soared every time you saw his carefully crafted mask slip to reveal true enjoyment. His smile grew cheeky as he blew you a kiss with a flourish you knew he would never let fly so publicly had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Breaking from Slytherin’s passionate celebrations, Regulus Black is taking the opportunity to show his wonderful partner some love.” Pandora’s soft voice booms through the amplification spell as she wraps up her commentary for the game. You grow bashful in your cheering, especially when Marlene elbows you with her wolfish grin, but you don’t cease your clapping – and you don’t break eye contact with Regulus as he walks backwards towards the locker rooms, only tearing away when he has to.

The team are some of the last people to enter the Slytherin common room for the rager that always follows matches with Gryffindor. This time, it was put together by a few fifth years who seemed to consider them their personal heroes – you had overseen some of the decorations just to ensure there were no pictures of Evan with hearts drawn around them, lest Barty get murderous in his partying. 

They were a sight as they walked in with their wet hair from showering and still that crackling atmosphere of sheer joy and perhaps a twinge of earned arrogance.

Dorcas is the one who announces their entrance. “We won, bitches!”

The room erupts into cheers as Marlene runs to lift her girl up, twirling her around as they giggle through kisses. You would have smiled at them in admiration for longer, had your own attention not been reserved for a certain set of black curls.

Regulus is at the very back of the group, just behind Evan who had Barty all but draped over his shoulders, a small smile seemingly etched onto his lips. You were torn between petrifying his face so it could never move from that beautiful expression, and hiding it from the world with an array of kisses. You had a feeling he was partial towards the latter. 

“Nice of you to finally show up at your own party, love,” you say cheekily, as he greets you with a murmured amour before pulling you into his arms for a tight hug.

He smells like his soap and cologne, having cleaned himself up as attentively as he always did. Maybe someday you could convince him to sit in the sweat for a bit, reeling in the victory.

“The hero who caught the snitch.” Your voice is low and teasing, only really intended for Regulus as your arms around his neck.

Barty is never one to miss something though, head picking up from his huddle with a maniacal grin. “Hells yeah,” he yells, cutting through the lively chatter of the room. “Reggie, our hero!”

Everyone erupts into cheers, hoots and whistles – definitely not for the last time of the evening – as Regulus bashfully hides his face in your neck, still not broken away from your embrace. You giggle into his ear, clearly pleased with the teasing attention he receives, to which he pinches your side. When you yelp and swat at him, he comes out of his hiding with a smile that he finally presses to yours.

His kiss receives some more hollers, but they are nothing but murmurs to you as his soft lips mould to your own. You deepen the kiss, trying to get impossibly closer as your blood warms. You’re sure he can feel it emanate through your clothes pressed to his or your palms in his hair.

“Hi,” he whispers when you pull back, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Hi there, seeker. Ready to go celebrate your acts of valour?”

His eyes remain trained on your lips as you speak, which only makes your smile more teasing. He doesn’t answer you right away, holding you close by the small of your back as the party picks up around you. 

“Or did you have something else in mind, player?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

He realises you have read him like the books you bond over, and gives you a few rapid pecks to make up for it. “You know me too well,” he laughs.

“I think I know you the perfect amount.”

“Then you know the only one I want to celebrate with right now is you.” Regulus’s eyes are a beautiful mix of dark and soft as he stare at you, adrenaline seemingly ebbing out of him as he just melts into you and his prescribed lovesickness.

“Silly boy,” you whisper against his lips before giving him a slow, open-mouthed kiss where you tug his bottom lips between your own. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean,” he all but whines back between kisses as you move to his upper lip. 

“Hm, maybe.” He recognises the glint in your eyes as you pull back to look at him. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

Almost all softness seep from his face as it takes on a hungry quality that his reserved for only when you use that tone.

“Minx,” is all he whispers before his hands slide to find yours, squeezing them as he begins to pull you through the crowd.

“Oi, Black!” Dorcas yells as she sees your figures sneak your way between people with apparent haste. “The fuck you think you’re goin’?” Just from her voice you know Dorcas has had a drink, as her accent has thickened. 

Before either of you can respond, Evan drags her down by the elbow to the sofa he’s sprawled across as he drawls, “They’re going to celebrate dearest Dorc.”

A spat ensues between the two at the use of her least favourite nickname. Regulus has the decency to grow slightly pinkish at that, but his hold on you remains close and you can all but feel his jitters through his touch.

Barty looks at you two upside down from where he lays balancing on top of the sofa. “You nasty fucking pigs,” he grins. “Enjoy yourselves heartily, but get your butts down here to have fun with us too when the adrenaline wears off.”

You snort as Regulus only grows more red. You give Barty a wink as you begin leading the way, dragging your boy dumbly behind you. “We will, Junior, don’t you worry.”

“Bye, Treasure!” Barty calls behind you as you run up the stairs towards the boys dormitory. Regulus’s hand is hot in yours and your stomach tingles in anticipation – but more importantly, your heart aches with pride and love for your hero seeker.

[theking-mustdie]

loving something so wholeheartedly that you get absorbed into its very being is so essential to my life force

[siriustaylorsversion]

when every fic is smut...

[rosabeetroot]

It’s so hard to find a marauders character to crush on I love them all but I simply can’t break up the thousands of ships: jegulily, Jily, jegulus, wolfstar, dorelen, nobleflower.

there’s so many how do we come up with them but keep up the good work

[neonlight2]

Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

[novvabee]

A rival band!marauders au 

Remus, Sirius, and James are all in a band together. James on drums because that just makes sense, Sirius on guitar, and Remus on bass. The name of their band is obviously The Marauders. And I think they would be a mix of like the arctic monkeys, early chase atlantic, and a little bit of the neighborhood.

Then there is the girls group made up of reader, Mary, Lily and Marlene. I need a good name for them but I feel like they would be more pop and girlie. I think like Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Chappell Roan. Reader is the lead singer, Mary is guitar, Lily is bass, and Marlene is drums.

And then there is like an indy/underground group made up of Regulus, Evan, and Barty. Reggie is singer and guitar, Barty is bass, and Evan is drums. I feel like they would be called something like The Snakes or something similar.

Now, all three bands have beef with each other, not only because they are from the same town fighting for fame, but for other reasons as well. James and Lily used to be a thing. Sirius and Regulus have a sibling rivalry. Marlene is in love with Dorcas, who is “The Snakes” (or whatever I decide the name for their band is) manager. Regulus is lowkey jealous and resentful of Lily because of James and vice versa. And I feel like there should be drama with the Reader like she is dating a famous actor (Guilderoy Lockheart or Lucius Malfoy) and there's a ton of drama and he cheats or whatever and then she ends up with like Sirius or Remus or James or like why choose.

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

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Would have given up on my fic a month ago, but instead thanks to so many nice and encouraging comments I’ve just hit over 30,000 words.

That is the longest fic I have written and it’s still going.

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Comments mean the absolute world to writers such as me and my friend, they are so sweet and leave me literally jumping off the fucking walls, I’m sure my friend would agree.

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[sasagehoes]

MOONAGE DAYDREAM

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈;; 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐈?⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

⭒˚☽ ✴︎˚｡⋆;;As you walk thes streets of Diagon Alley you feel the presence of a certain...someone(s) follow you around while shopping. Is this the start of a great friendship...a band perhaps?

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a/n: This takes place on the events before, during and after the wizarding war, this series is part of a series, which will tackle more of the events in the golden trio era, the reader is hispanic but i couldnt care less if you're not, this is for everyone! [translations will be given]. English is not my first language so i apologise for any grammar mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

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CW: foul language is all I can think of.. let me know if i missed something!

“So you're telling me you three and another guy are part of some club..named the marauders?” you asked, munching on a biscuit whilst sitting on the living room floor.

“It's not a club per say but uh yeah!” James answered, you nodded slowly, still confused “And you just cause mischief around the school?”you asked bewildered, “It's basically our motto” Remus spoke.

“You guys must be hated by half the school then” you laugh, and Sirius only chuckled.”Kind of the complete opposite, but the Slytherins dislike us the most” his face had a very smuggish smirk, making you want to throw another magazine at his hair.

“What house do you guys think I'd be in?” you asked them with an arched brow, to be fully honest you didn't know yourself that well so you like when people expressed their first impressions of you.

They all thought about it for a second but Remus was the first to answer .”I haven't seen you in that many situations to determine that yet” he said after a long hum, you only nodded and looked at the other two “Obviously you're Gryffindor, only the best are there” James said with a stupid wink, in exchange you gave him an unamused face “Either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor for sure” said Sirius after analyzing you briefly. From what he's seen, you were pretty reserved and definitely studious enough to learn from an old blood magic transcript, not to say bold as hell for actually moving forward with casting one of the spells in said transcript. 

Remus on the other hand didn't want to make any assumptions from what he's seen so far, you could be as much as a loose canon as Sirius and James combined, or you could be as calm as Peter. After all it's only been a day and a half since the four of you had met.

“Y porque a la gente no le cae bien los Slytherins?” You ask James genuinely curious and he only scoffed “No son todos, but hell can some of them be absolute assholes” {Why do people not like Slytherin’s?}. {It's not all of them}

“Most of them are pretentious assholes, come from wealth, and are blood puritans” Sirius added, clearly having caught at least something of the conversation. His hatred for people who followed in his parents footsteps seeped through his very pores and his friends noticed.``But again, not all of them are like that, some of them are just snarky, none of the other shit” he added.

“If I land in any other house that's not Gryffindor, am I allowed to talk and hang out with you guys?” you ask in a worrisome tone. Remus only laughed “Yeah dove, it's not like we are all supposed to only socialize with people from our houses, we have a friend, Dorcas, she hangs around some Slytherins a lot, nothin’ wrong with that”

“Well, that's great!, got scared for a second”

The door to the house opened and Monty and Euphemia walked in, bags in hand

“We’re back kids, and sweetie we got you some stuff for your stay, just some essentials” Euphemia said. “Thank You so much, for everything” you say now standing, “Don't mention it, para eso esta la familia” {That’s what family is for} . James sighed and repeated the word ‘para’ to demonstrate how to roll the R better to his mum, “Deja a tu pobre madre quieta, she's trying” {leave your poor mother alone}. You laughed and Effy just shook her head and laughed as she walked to the pantry. “Don't make fun of your mother James, ese es mi trabajo” {That’s my job}, Monty shot a wink at all of you, and neither could resist the urge to burst out laughing. “What did he say” a confused Remus asked, looking at Sirius, he only shrugged “Don't look at me, i only know french”

As the night fell, Monty cooked dinner for everyone in the home while the three of you helped Remus pack to go back home in two days. “I don't know why you don't come with us to the station on wednesday,” complained the raven haired boy, throwing himself dramatically on the pile of freshly folded clothes, “Because, i would like to spend some time with my parents before i have to go, could be that dont ya’ think, coc oen?” {dickhead}

“Don't get all Welsh on me sweetheart, i'm not into that like Caroline” Sirius said with a mocking tone, earning him a shoe to the face.

“You shagged Caroline?!” whisper shouted James

“What?! Who said anything about shagging, we just snogged!” replied Remus in the same tone

“If by snog you mean almost eat eachothers faces off then yes, just snogged” Sirius added with a teasing smirk

You watched the whole ordeal go down asking to yourself “What the fuck does shagging and snogging mean?” sadly your thoughts seemed to have gotten out of said.. thoughts.

James looked at you trying to not laugh, and answered “Coger y besuquearse” {fucking and making out]}

you just deadpanned and started laughing. “You brits are weird” 

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and re folding half of the clothes Sirius had messed up, and the delicious food Monty had prepared.

 the following day Monty decided it was time to go shopping for school essentials, and gods were you blessed as soon as you left the room, Sirius had worn a leather jacket with band pins on the front and some small handmade patches on the back, he truly did look like those muggle rockstars, especially with the hair. Remus wore a jumper with a very funky pattern in red and yellow and some washdown jeans. Where the hell did James find friends this good looking?

Your outfit consisted of Effy’s clothes, a simple red shirt and a pair of blue flared jeans, and some old boots she had in your size stowed away in her closet.

Once everyone was downstairs, a ‘plan’ was set if you were being honest it felt unnecessary  how you all needed a plan to just go buy school supplies. How wrong you were

“Ok, so you three only need this semester's herbs and books and Y/n needs that and the rest of the essentials” Euphemia said, making a mental note of everything needed and how much time it could take

You leaned in to whisper in Sirius’s ear 

“Why do we need a plan, we are just going shopping, no?” your question made him scoff,

“Diagon alley gets really full after New Years, Ils deviennent tous fous” he answered

Before you could get a translation to what the hell he said, Monty interrupted

“I'm sure none of you get sick while apparating right?” oh how you hated apparating.

You shook your head nonetheless and so did the boys. “Well, that settles it, off we go”

Euphemia took you first, once you held her arm the world around you warped into a blob of mass and so did your body followed by Euphemia’s. In less than a minute you found yourself in the famous Diagon Alley, now you understood why you needed a plan to shop.

“Sirius wasn't playing when he said this place got busy after new years” you say not really to anyone, admiring the bustling streets. Effy just laughed “I'll be back soon so don't move an inch,alright dear?” you nodded and she left. Not much after Monty showed up with Remus which looked dazed, clearly not taking the apparating trip that well.

“You alright Rem?” you ask, a hand on his shoulder, not really registering the nickname you had given him.

“Yeah love, i'm fine” he coughed violently just after saying that, “If you say so buddy” you 

Hit his back to alleviate him from the coughing.

“That happens when you smoke to your heart's content, Moons” a voice spoke from behind you, turning to see who it was, your eyes met with her. She had red hair, fair skin and a face littered with freckles. She was really beautiful. Like the paintings from the Renaissance era your mom had hanging in the manor when you were little.

As you opened your mouth to answer, the Potters showed up with Sirius and James in tow.

“I rarely smoke Lils please” he smiled, walking up to hug her, returning the action she noticed you standing there.

“I'm so sorry I didn't see you, are you a friend of Remus?” she asked politely with a smile 

James instantly lit up when he spotted the red head and went to hug her tightly “How have you been Lilypad” he asked as he pulled away from the hug 

As that exchanged unfolded Sirius hooked an arm around your shoulder

“This is a common occurrence, he’s been head over heels for her since our first year” you giggled not having seen James like this since his crush on a girl called Elnora in first grade

Llily said hello to Monty and Effy and turned to you once again “Im Lily Evans, nice to meet you” her hand extended to greet you, you shook her hand and introduced yourself “Oh the Rouge family, i think James mentioned you to us back in our second year if i'm not mistaken” she stated. You really hadn't grown used to being called from the Rouge family after so long and to say that it bothered you was an understatement, but she couldn't have known. “I'm surprised he even mentioned me, we had not talked in years” your laugh was as natural as it could have been, but for some reason, Sirius hand, which you had forgotten was still on your shoulder squeezed it reassuringly. 

“How could I not? You are like one of my favorite people on the planet” James said with a cheeky smile, at that Lily’s smile dropped just a smidge making you feel like his feelings were not unreciprocated. 

“It was nice seeing you Miss Evans, yet we do need to get going, you could join us if you want” Monty said and Lily smiled. “Thankyou for the offer Monty but i already found everything i needed, my parents are waiting for me at the train station”

“If that's the case, see you around then dear” 

She hugged everyone and said her goodbyes, and as she was leaving a bright “Nice meeting you!” was directed your way.

James was sulking as she walked away and you couldn't help to copy the grin Remus had on his face 

“I knew we should've left earlier” James spoke all sulky, Sirius just palmed his back “Better luck next time you poor sod”

Who knew attending a wizarding school was going to be so fucking expensive? The first stop in Effy’s spotless shopping plan was Madam Malkin’s. Just the price of three robes purchased there made you shiver, how could that be 50 galeons?..outrageous! Yet Effy swore they would last until you graduated.

You both met back with Monty and the others in the Apothecary, once entering the place you almost gagged, the smell was wretched, no surprise there though, they did sold things for potions afterall, some herbs and some vials of premade start up potions all added to the price of 30 galleons, which wasn't that bad knowing it was for all four of you, Remus had tried to pay with his own money but the Potters wouldn’t take no for an answer. As the lot of you were in the register paying, you looked behind you and saw a head of blonde hair quickly hide behind a shelf of pre made potions, you brushed it off as some curious kid but it was still odd to say the least

The third establishment was the Magical Menagerie, the display window had cats and owls in cages, once you entered the lady at the desk greeted both you and Mrs Potter, they started talking about something along the lines of how the upcoming war has been delaying shipments and all that, looking around you felt just as you did at the Apothecary, watched. You looked outside through the display window, and you saw her again, a blonde girl not much older than you, if not younger, staring right back at you before instantly running away. 

What the hell was her problem?

“...dear are you listening?” Effy asked, “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention.” You reply embarrassed  “I was asking if you'd like a cat, an owl, or a rat” she spoke slowly.

You took a look around the pets available and there was an owl that intrigued you, it was pitch black the eyes almost camouflaging with the rest of its complexion if it wasn't for the dark red hue that they possessed, it was truly beautiful..until you saw the price tag, there was no way that feathered thing cost 70 galleons!

“Dearest, if you like that one, i'll get it for you, it's not that much money” she said with a reassuring smile you only looked at her as if she had a monkey hanging from her face “Im grateful truly, but i'm not making you pay that much for an owl Effy” you whisper shouted 

“Don't tell me what to do with my money young lady, we’ll get you that bird” her hands were on her hips and smirk decorated her face “But-” “No buts! Its final” you deflated at her answer and she could only laugh, once the bird was paid for and in its cage you thanked her with a hug

“You don't have to thank me sweetheart, if i couldn't buy you this, i wouldn't have offered, now lets run along we still have a couple of stores left to visit”

You exited the building, owl in hand and Sirius commented how off putting it looked, to you it was beautiful, even the most scary beings can come to be alluring. “What are you naming your owl?” asked James, trying really hard to not look at its piercing eyes. “Circe” you said admiring your new companion's beauty.

As you walked through the streets the sights only got more interesting, the moving shops, the awesome displays, it was all so magical, never in a million years did you think you would be able to experience this.

The walk to the next store was a rather long one, being located almost at the end of the alley, Flourish and Blotts, the adults decided to leave you all to your own devices, big mistake since the second they were gone, Sirius and James ran up to get quidditch supplies while Remus went after them, saying they won't take too long.

You decided to make good use of your time and entered the bookshop and went straight to the 5th year section, grabbing the books you saw on your list on the way. As you walked through the halls trying to find a book about potions. That's when you saw her again. 

Pandora was browsing through a book about seeing abilities when you approached her. “May I ask why are you following me?” She nearly jumped, “I'm sorry who are you?” she knew you had caught her staring at the Menagerie but tried her best to alleviate your suspicions, to no avail.

Your eyes only narrowed, “Don’t play dumb,this is the third time I've seen you, in a row. What do you want” your voice became more stern. She sighed, “My name is Pandora Rosier, my intentions were never to make you feel any type of discomfort, i was simply curious, seeing a new face and all” she had placed her book back to its corresponding place and extended her hand to greet you “Well, miss Rosier, next time you could just come up to me, i don't bite” you laughed and she smiled brightly back at you. She seemed harmless enough to let your guard down.

The bell on the door rang and you knew that was your friends. “Hope to see you again soon” you waved at her and left in a hurry. “Oh believe me, you will,” she said barely above a whisper,  going back to get a different book.

“There you are, Panda, did you find all the books you needed? Barty is waiting for us at Knockturn Alley, that bastard finally got off his ass” a blonde boy said as he held his new books in hand

“Yes brother i found everything i needed from here don't worry” she said, now gazing outside the window, looking at the marauders chatting with you

“Panda, you sound so dreary when you speak that way” Evan said with a weird look on his face, she just laughed it off and walked out the store with him.

Once the twins found themselves in the sketchiest place in Diagon Alley, they went into Burgin’s shop and sat to wait for they’re friends,not long after, the bells rang and they ran to the door.

“Regulus!, so glad you managed to make it!” The girl hugged him tightly and he reciprocated rather stiffly “Glad to know you're alright Pandora” he replied, his thoughts somewhere else entirely. She knew what he had probably gone through all those days locked away in summer at his house, afterall the eyes are the windows to the soul,as she liked to say. And his were bleak and dull, just like the ones of a porcelain doll, whose only purpose is to be on a shelf, to be displayed.

“Where’s the degenerate, you call your beloved?” Regulus asked Evan, peeking his head to the side. Evan only rolled his eyes “No fucking clue, he did say to meet him here, I assume you also got his flamboyant invitation” he mocked, moving his hands very dramatically up in the air.

Just as if he was summoned, he arrived, “Sorry to keep you all waiting, i know you all crave my attention” Barty’s voice boomed through the store, he ruffled Regulus’s hair and hugged Pandora only to throw himself onto Evan making him yelp “Get the fuck off me Crouch!” the blonde yelled, hitting the others back while Pandora and Regulus laughed in the back. “You know you love me Rosie” Barty said in a sultry voice and just as he got up from him, Evan looked straight into his eyes “ Go to hell” and kissed the other's forehead. Barty’s face dropped for a second before a big smirk overwrote his features and the bickering began once again.

Regulus could only sigh, “Do you know if ‘Cas is coming?” he asked Pandora, she sat down and answered “You really think her parents would let her come all the way here? And be seen with us? Not a chance in hell.” 

“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you all” Panda clasped her hands together, making Barty and Evan stop their bickering to pay attention “She’s here” her voice was bright and joyous

“Who is here? - Pandora dont start with this shit again” Evan rolled his eyes. “Be kind asshat” Regulus spat out, “Who’s here?” he asked her. “Our rouge star dear Reggie” Evan only groaned “She's been spouting this nonsense since the summer started” he said annoyed 

“Don't disregard my visions Evan, I know what I saw!” she exclaimed

He never disregarded what his sister saw in her visions, but this last one was insane. Hogwarts never gets any exchange students, especially not in their 5th year!

“I'm just saying! It's outrageous” he continued, his arms up in the air defensively.

Barty groaned, “What vision ‘Dora?” 

“I saw a star, she was lost but found her way to us, you know the constellation that we are a part of?”

“you mean the one we made up in our 2nd year…for shits and giggles?” Barty asked once more

“Yes! That exact one!” Pandora almost jumped in glee, she loved when people got her obscure visions, no matter how complicated they were. And her friends got the job done..most of the time at least.

“What makes you so sure it's her?” Regulus popped in to ask

“I'm so glad you asked dear Reg” she stopped and thought for a hard second and nothing

“No reason then?” Evan said

“Intuition!” Said Pandora, exasperated.

“Guess we'll have to find out then” said Barty as he clasped his hands before continuing “Where is this rogue star of ours?” Pandora’s smile extended from ear to ear. They left the store and went around the alley once more in search of their new wondering star in Pandora's vision

“Please tell me we are almost done, my feet are aching” you whined, the list still had so many more things that were not crossed out and you were growing agitated

Having recognized your voice Pandora almost ran up to the location of said voice, yet Evan stopped her, grabbing her by the arm

“Panda, you will spook her, let's just stare from afar” he said and Regulus scoffed

“Yes, cause that’s totally not worse than going up to talk to the poor sod”

They all followed Evans' idea and hid behind a wall to observe you.

“We are almost done dear, just two more stores, mainly for herbs the apothecary ran out of” Effy said with an empathetic smile.

“Alright then..” you let out a long sigh but quickly felt a very familiar feeling..a Rosier type of feeling, just now more intense than earlier. Your head snapped to the wall the four creeps where staring from. Almost all of them flinched except one who just offered a shit eating grin.

“I'm gonna check something over there really quick Effy” you say still staring at them, she just hummed in approval and off you were. They stayed in their place awaiting the confrontation

“Amazing plan Rosie” said Barty 

“Shut the fuck up Bartemius”

“I see you brought friends with you this time Rosier, what the hell do you guys want i don't like getting stalked” you looked down at them,  the look in your eyes not kind in the slightless

“No reason” said Regulus, stoic as ever

You took a deep breath “Then stop it, or i will dissect you all, be normal and introduce yourselves or something,”

“You'll have to earn that, treasure” Barty added only agitating you more, “Don't test me you piece of shit” you say pointing at him with your finger, he only looks at it, then back to your eyes,and lets out a cackle, tilting his head to the side he says, “Where’s your wand at sweet cheeks” 

You crouch down to reach his level, “Don't need a wand to end up in Azkaban, princess ” you answer back with as much vermin in your words as his. “Make sure this is the first and last time i find you guys stalking me” and with that you turn on your heel and leave to go back with James and the others

“Pandora strikes again, she's our star” Evan says with a sigh. “I told you didnt I?” a proud Panda said, looking at her brother with an arrogant smile.

 “Id let her dissect me any day she wants” Barty says, enthralled not by your body as it walked away from them, but by the insults you spouted earlier

“Watch what you say you wanker, or that star is dying before she even sets foot in those corridors” Evan says, hitting him in the back of his head. With that Bartys’ hands instantly cradled the blondes face “You can dissect me and so much more Rosie”

“You guys are making me sick” said a very annoyed Regulus followed by a “They sure are something” by the blonde seer.

You finally reach Your friends back at the center of the Alley, your face in a frown, who the hell do they think they are?! Seriously, one thing is being curious, Another is being outright disrespectful and creepy.

“You alright there?” James asked as he saw your face scrunched up in something on the edge of disgust. “Yeah I'm good Jamie, where to next?” 

“Well dear, you have everything now except a very important thing” Monty added “Your wand, the shop is just around the corner, you can go in. We’ll wait outside for you” you cocked your head in confusion “Are you guys not allowed in?” you ask. Effy just smiled “We are dear, but this is usually a very personal moment, we just want you to live the experience, but if you want any of us to go, we can” 

“It's ok no worries, just wondering, what should i ask for” this was so confusing. “Just trust your gut, and either way the old man will help you with the wand picking” Remus said with his arms crossed, you nodded and left for the store

You walked into Olivanders and instantly saa hundreds of boxes with countless numerations at the bottom, all of them cluttered in dust clad shelves, so much dust made your eyes itched.

“Exchange student I assume?” a voice called out from behind the wooden counter, “How'd you know?” you ask, skeptical. He chuckled and grabbed a key to open some drawer in the desk, “I remember every face i've sold to, and the wand that left with them, i've never seen you, nor a wand leave with you in tow” 

He walked closer to you to examine your features and for a moment you saw his eyes widened

“You look just like your father,” He said just above a whisper,before trailing off. This man was either a fraud or a nutcase you thought to yourself. Your father never stepped foot in England, he always said he hated the climate.

“Sure buddy” you say, moving away from his gaze to look at the wands. “I see, you've never had a wand, let me see what i can find” he left to go look for a wand in a shelf hidden away at the back, when he came back he had three boxes with him.

“Try this one” he said as he handed you a wand with a violet hue, it smelled of lavender and felt silky to the touch. You held it awkwardly by the handle, not really used to a wand. Flicking the wand up only caused for the lights to shatter, making the man hide his head under his arms “Sorry..” you say ashamed

“No need..lets just put that away now” he replied, taking the wand from your hands and putting it in his respective box, this happened with two more wands, one was gray with a transcript engraved on its handle, and the other had vines carved onto its sides. By the end of it all, the store looked like it was wrecked by a hurricane. He thought for a while and went to the back once again without a word. You stayed there wondering if wand magic just wasn't for you.

“I didnt think id be giving this one away just yet, but this one might just be your match” He said as he emerged from the back of his store with a wand in his hand, the wand was black yet the handle had some carvings that almost resembles fish scales, and in between the incisions a reddish hue could be seen

“I'm sure he'd love to let you have it” his smile was kind yet sadness was strong in his voice. You flicked the wand and nothing catastrophic happened, making you and him smile. “That settles it, it's yours!” 

“How much would it be?” you are worried about how big of a dent this would  make on the Potters pocket. “Ronan would haunt me if i made you spend a single penny, just take good care of it” He spoke with a calm tone and a smile, before you could ask any questions a boy walked into the store with his mother, interrupting the two of you. “Duty calls, good luck” with that he was gone.

You left the store, wand in hand and went up to your friends “Guess who has a wand now!” you say showing the wand to them, they all laugh and James claps. “How much was it dear?” Monty asked, you shrugged “The man said that some dude named Ronan would haunt him if he charged him” Monty’s eyes widened at the mention of that name “I gotta say, that guy is a nutcase, he said i look just like my father..that man has never set foot in England” you scoffed. “Let me see that wand” Monty said almost in an instant, rushing up to you and inspecting the object.

His breath hitched in his throat as he kept looking at it, Euphemia  knew something was wrong with her husband, he rarely behaved like this, yet she couldn't pin down what it was. That was until she got closer and saw the wand up close. “Is it broken?” Sirius asked, as confused as the rest of you. “No!, no just admiring the amazing craftsmanship” Effy said hitting Monty slightly as a way to snap him out of his trance

“It's really pretty, can't wait to learn how to use it properly” You smiled brightly, the brightest he's seen you smile since you were a child.

How he wished both of them could see how happy you were now.

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“Ouch!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” 

“It didn’t actually hurt.” 

Dorcas rolled her eyes. She was currently sitting behind Marlene, brushing her girlfriend’s hair. She had begged Dorcas earlier to help her dye her hair and give her red highlights. 

“At least sit still if you want me to help you,” Dorcas muttered teasingly. 

“Can’t, I have to mix this stuff.” Marlene replied, shaking the bottle with hair dye.

“I have no idea what I’m doing, though.” 

“How about you just read what it says?”

“Nope.” 

Dorcas laughed and shook her head as Marlene handed her the bottle with the hair dye. She separated some strands of hair before squeezing dye into her hand.

“You sure this is the right colour, love? Looks like curry or something.” 

“Yes,” Marlene whined impatiently. 

“C’mon, get on with it.” 

Dorcas rolled her eyes jokingly and started coating the strands of hair with hair dye. 

“The things I do for you,” she muttered as she did the last one. “And now we wait.” 

Marlene let out a happy squeal and turned around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips. 

“Thank you, baby.”

[or-we-could-take-a-walk-together]

Happy birthday to the boy who didn’t know how to swim AKA Regulus Arcturus Black.

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I saw that you wanted to write the girlies into your fics more often, so I wanted to make a request 8) Can I request a reader x Regulus where reader is crushing BAD on Reggie, and the girlies take it upon themselves to try and do a little matchmaking? I love your work, and your recent Barty fic was AMAZING btw!!!

the girlies<333 oh how i love them and their silly little adventures, thank you for giving me an excuse to write them babes! and for being soso sweet omg you're an angel

Summary: Dorcas has had it with two of her best friends walking on eggshells around each other to avoid their feelings. So, she puts her best meddlers on the case to end it once and for all, and make the idiots kiss.

Words: 5.7k (i am unwell)

Warnings: not proofread, mutual pining believed to be unrequited love, use of y/n, slytherin!fem!reader, background girlies, rosekiller and dorlene, teasing, awkwardness, language, confessions of love, really cliche but makes up for it in sweetness?

Note: who wouldn't be down bad crying at the gym for reggie?

Though you believed being humble was virtuous, you did pride yourself with being a particularly kind person.

Most people in the castle got over well with you, and you had been able to float in and out of all the major friend groups in your year. The self-declared Marauders often ran to hide with you when chased by a consequence in one form or another, and the Hufflepuff quidditch team seemingly adopted you after you cheered them up after their first loss of the season. With all the pressures of Hogwarts and the lives you were soon to embark on afterwards, it was the least you could do to spread some joy, and perhaps receive a bit in return.

At the end of the day, you always came back to your friend group, though – a heap of entangled limbs and snickering, usually found in the same trusted corner of the Slytherin common room. Barty was always in some way or another physically on top of Evan, rarely conventional cuddling positions, while Pandora sat cross-legged on the floor by them, preferably braiding someone’s hair. Dorcas would sit on the table or lounge chair, waving her arms emphatically, often hitting either you or her girlfriend Marlene – the one Gryffindor you all collectively accepted – square in the face, multiple times throughout the night.

Oh, how you loved them.

And if their cheers every time you returned to them from your little friendship tours, as Barty called them, were anything to go by – they loved you too.

Then, there was Regulus Black.

The victim of whatever positions Evan and Barty felt like sitting in, as he always sat at the other end of the sofa they inhabited. The calm and collected of the bunch, except for when Dorcas or Barty said something particularly outlandish he just had to argue with. The multitasker, always with a book in hand, whether for personal enjoyment or study-related, somehow devouring them while catching every word around him. The wittiest one, well-timed remarks hitting people – usually Barty – square in the chest.

The object of all your desires.

Because while you were a kind person, and arguably well-liked, Regulus was the one person you never managed to get quite close to. You were in the same little circle of friends, sure, and had been having friendly conversation and banter for the past 7 years. In theory, you know each other like the backs of your hands, but in practice you had never been alone in a room with him for more than a few minutes before he runs off.

It hurt you once upon a time, wondering what was wrong with you to make him seemingly be repelled from you like oil from water. Over the years though, you realised that is just kind of how Regulus operates. There is some reason behind all the mechanics, but they are not for others to know, just him to sulk over, and you have to accept what you’re given until he’s ready to offer more. Though you tried not to dwell on the fact that it was only you he seemed to avoid to that extent. You had to leave it to him to figure it out, you had decided.

You could live with that, but distance unfortunately made your heart grow fonder. Painfully so.

Regulus Black with his gorgeous black curls that have been so soft to the touch every time you have been close to it during your late nights around the fireplace. Regulus Black with his flowy white shirts and silver rings, gleaming in the glow of Hogwarts’s many candles. Regulus Black with his stupidly beautiful laugh whenever one of his friends could withdraw a real one from him, as if fished from the depths of his chest. Regulus Black with his striking grey eyes that you could get lost in, and have embarrassingly so, many a time. Regulus Black with his–

“Y/N would you quit pining for just a second and listen to me!” Dorcas’s exasperated voice cut through your musings, as you looked up at her with a non quizzical hum, only causing her to groan louder.

You were laying on your bed, almost ready for the night, while Dorcas apparently had tried to get through to you from her own bed mere metres from yours. Your best friend was sat on her bedside, hands on her knees as she looked just about ready to tackle you. Lovingly, of course.

“How’d you know I was even thinking about that?” you challenge, but there is no real fight in you as Dorcas’s gaze has already levelled you.

“You think about much else?”

“Rude.”

“Ruder to call him ‘that’. Put some respect on Reggie’s name.” You rolled your eyes, and had to fight the urge to shush her.

“Oh, don’t worry, he can’t hear us all the way from the boys’ dormitories.” 7 years of friendship had taught her almost too much about you.

“Would you stop trying to read my mind?” You climbed over in her bed to give her the attention she so craved. “It’s a bit intense.”

Dorcas flopped down on her back, sighing at nothing in particular. “You love that I know you so well. And someone ought to read your mind, if you’re not going to speak it.”

“Maybe some things are better left unsaid,” you teased her, but she kept giving you a narrow stare.

“I simply refuse to believe that.”

“Hey, where’s Marls?” you ask, not necessarily because you missed the blonde and pink haired menace you had come to view as a sister. Mostly just to shift the topic at hand. “Wasn't she supposed to stay the night?”

“Yeah, but she’s running an errand for me.”

“An errand?” You quirked a brow at her, looking over at a clock you kept by your bedside. “12 minutes before curfew?”

“Yes,” Dorcas said, giving you a duh look. Stupid you.

As if on cue, Marlene all but kicked down your door with a grin plastered on her face. “How ya doin’ ladies? I brought friends.” In behind her came Pandora and Lily, smiling a bit more softly, though there was a mischievous glint in Lily’s eyes that could only be a poor habit picked up from a certain Gryffindor bunch.

You gave enthusiastic greetings in return, happy to see your friends, but your brow still furrowed at the unexpected guests. A quick glance at Dorcas, whose lips curled into a grin so innocent that it immediately raised suspicions, only deepened your confusion.

“What’s this about?” you asked, voice laced with curiosity but also a growing sense of foreboding. A roomful of your closest friends this late at night – this had all the hallmarks of an ambush.

“Oh, nothing,” Dorcas said, too casually. She was still sprawled on her back, her eyes half-closed, but you didn’t miss the smirk playing on her lips. “We just thought it would be super fun to have a little... chat.”

Pandora was already situated on the floor right in front of you, humming some unfamiliar tune as she twisted her locs absentmindedly, while Lily leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smile dancing across her face. Marlene, never one for subtlety, was practically bouncing on the spot, barely containing her excitement.

“A chat?” You narrowed your eyes at them, already sensing that you were the centre of whatever this was. “That everyone knows about beforehand except me? I think that's called an intervention.”

Marlene’s grin widened. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“Hey!” You threw a pillow at her, which she easily dodged, cackling. “Okay, seriously girls. What’s going on?”

Lily stepped forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “We’ve been talking. Well, more like observing.”

“Observing what exactly?” you asked, a sinking feeling creeping into your stomach. You knew these girls, and you knew when they were up to something.

“More like observing who,” Marlene interjected with a wink, as she casually threw herself onto Dorcas’s bed beside you, almost kicking her girlfriend in the face.

Pandora hummed softly, eyes now trained on her chipping purple nailpolish. “It’s just… you’ve been staring at Regulus like a lovesick puppy for years, and he’s been acting all distant and broody in response. Now that we're in our final year, the harmony should be set right before we all leave.”

You sat up straighter. “I have not–”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N.” Dorcas finally sat up, folding her legs beneath her. “You practically melt every time he so much as glances your way, and we’ve all seen the way you fawn over his hair like it’s spun silk. It’s borderline painful.”

Your face flushed, but you tried to play it off with a wave of your hand. “I don’t fawn.”

“You do,” Lily said, with the smallest hint of a smirk. “And Regulus? Merlin, that boy has been pining for you for too long. If you're a lovesick puppy, he's a kicked street dog.”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. “Wait– what?”

Marlene clapped her hands together in delight, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. “Oh, darling, it’s so obvious. He’s completely smitten. Why do you think he’s always avoiding you? The boy’s terrified he’ll do something stupid like… I don’t know, confess his undying love for you in front of everyone.”

You blinked, completely taken aback. You expected them to give you a get it together speech, not... whatever this is.

“But– but, what, no, he’s always so cold around me. I thought–”

“That’s because he’s a socially inept idiot when it comes to feelings,” Dorcas interjected with a shrug, never one to sugarcoat it, though her voice softened when she took in your confused face. “Look, Regulus has spent his whole life trying to remain in control, but when he's around you he can't. So, if he can’t figure out how to act, he just… doesn’t.”

Lily nodded. “He’s not used to wanting something as much as he wants you.”

"Oh, he would not be happy knowing you're psychoanalysing him like this," you mumbled, mind whirling, to which Marlene and Dorcas just cackled.

Humour at the expense of their friend – what could be better?

You struggled to process this new information. You had left your relationship with Regulus to fate, an open invitation for friendship without pursuing anything more than that. As long as you could admire him from afar, you figured it was enough. The thought that he might have felt the same, but not know how to go about it felt foreign to you. It seemed impossible, and yet, when you thought back, the signs were there. The way his eyes lingered on you just a bit too long when he thought you weren't looking. The way his laughter – rare and beautiful – sounded a little softer, a little more genuine, when you were around. The way he physically ran away from you when you got too close, always some handy excuse ready...

You had chalked it up to his aloofness, to his enigmatic nature. A large part of you, fragile and uncertain, still wanted to.

“I don’t know…” you started, still hesitant. “What if you’re wrong?”

Pandora smiled softly at you, her eyes gentle but firm. “We’re not wrong, Y/N. The stars told me as much. But if your heart needs proof, we’re going to help you get it.”

Your gaze snapped to her, as blood rushed through your head. “Help me… how?”

“That’s the best part!” Marlene all but squealed, bouncing up from the bed and throwing her arm around you. “We’re going to play matchmaker!”

You stared at them, wide-eyed. “What? No! You’re not– no meddling! You’ll make things worse.”

Dorcas just gave you a knowing look, leaning back on her hands. “How can we make things worse if there is nothing at fuck all going on between you right now because you can't get your heads out of your asses?"

"We're friends, Dorcas!"

She sighed, as if you were a child, but gave you a soft look. You think she was trying to be reassuring. "We’re not going to make things worse. We’re going to force you two to face each other, and maybe then you’ll finally stop dancing around your feelings.”

“I don’t–”

“Too late, darling,” Marlene interrupted, her grin wicked. “Plans are already in motion.”

Lily smirked. “We’ve got it all figured out.”

You were about to protest again when Pandora placed a soft hand on your shoulder. “Trust us,” she said, her voice a soothing balm against the rising anxiety in your chest. “This is going to work.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. There was no stopping them, you knew that much. Once this group had an idea in their heads, there was no turning back. Still, the thought of whatever they had planned made your stomach twist in both excitement and dread.

Marlene clapped her hands together once more. “Right, first things first. Tomorrow, we’re going to get you two alone.”

“And then what?”

Dorcas’s grin widened. “Then, you’re going to talk to him.”

"Talk?" you repeated, your voice squeaking slightly.

"Yep," Lily said with a satisfied nod. "Just talk."

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard in my life. Scratch that, not even really a plan. Just the worst I've ever heard."

"You're lashing out 'cause you're scared." Marlene said in a fake-hurt voice, wiping invisible tears from her eyes as Dorcas shoved her.

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning with a hundred different emotions.

“Don’t worry, love," Lily almost cooed at you. "We’ll make sure everything goes perfectly.”

"How?"

"We'll see where the day takes us."

Your eyes flitted between the four of them, realising then that there was no getting out of this, and that you were not sure any of you even knew what this was yet.

You let out a groan as you flopped ceremoniously down on the bed, hiding your face in your eyes.

All girls cheered as they knew that was your sound of defeat, and thus their green flag to go crazy.

The next day, your nerves were buzzing like a poorly-executed Cheering Charm gone wrong. The plan – their plan – was apparently in full swing, and you had absolutely no control over it. In fact, your only plan was to somehow avoid being alone with Regulus Black at all costs.

Despite Dorcas's little lecture to you this morning about just ripping the fucking bandaid off love, gosh, you were entirely not on board anymore. Not that you ever were.

You had tried pleading with them again at breakfast, but they had brushed you off with reassuring pats and sly grins, as if your rising panic was nothing but a trivial detail. And so, here you were, pacing in the common room while the rest of the girls casually lounged, casting side glances at you and whispering like they weren’t blatantly scheming.

“Stop fussing, would you,” Marlene drawled, draped across one of the armchairs, looking far too pleased with herself. “We’ve got it all handled.”

“You’ve got nothing handled,” you hissed, feeling the dread creep up your spine. “You’re going to ruin everything. I mean, what if he freaks out? Or worse – what if he laughs at me?”

Lily, who was lounging with a book in her lap, raised an eyebrow over the top of it. “Y/N, Regulus Black doesn’t laugh at anything that isn’t Junior falling down the stairs. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, and even if he does freak out,” Dorcas added, casually tossing an apple in the air, “it’s because he’s an emotionally stunted mess, not because he doesn’t like you.”

Your face burned. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

“Trust us, Y/N. We wouldn’t be doing this if we weren’t sure," Marlene groans. "He likes you, okay? He’s just too much of a brooding, melodramatic git to do anything about it.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Pandora, ever the quiet voice of reason, gave you a soft smile. “It’ll be okay. Just be honest. You might be surprised by what he says.”

For half a second you dwelled on the fact that Pandora was the one everyone went to as their little therapist, and maybe her reassurance is not just speculation, as with the other girls.

You didn't allow that second to drag out, lest your head explode.

The sincerity in her voice almost made you believe them, though. Yet the idea of being locked in a room with Regulus, of all people, and forced to confront the swirling mess of emotions you had been harbouring for years? That was terrifying.

“I don’t know,” you said, backing toward the door in a desperate attempt to flee. “Maybe we should just–"

Dorcas was quicker than she looked. She slid in front of the exit, blocking your escape route with a triumphant grin. “Nope. You’re staying put.”

Before you could make a break for it, Marlene hopped to her feet, suddenly all business. “Right. It’s time. Pandora, Lily, you ready?”

“Ready,” they both said in unison, as if this were a Quidditch match and not the absolute destruction of your sanity.

“Wait– what’s happening?” you asked, voice rising with panic.

“We’re just going to have a little chat with Regulus,” Lily said with a wink, standing up and smoothing her skirt. “Should only take a minute.”

You watched in horror as the three of them sauntered out of the common room, leaving you in a state of rising dread. Dorcas remained blocking the door, arms crossed and a gleam of determination in her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, trying one last desperate appeal to her better nature.

“Oh, I really think I do,” she replied with a grin. “Now, be a good sport. You’ll thank me later.”

Dorcas with her quidditch strength, picked you up and carried you to your dormitory despite your many loud protests. She practically shoved you inside, landing awkwardly on the floor, heart pounding in your chest.

“Just… read something and try to relax,” Dorcas called over her shoulder, slamming the door shut behind you. “We’ll handle everything.”

“Dorcas!” you yelped, but she was already gone.

You groaned, pushing yourself up off the floor and onto one of the beds, grabbing a random book from the bedside table in a futile attempt to calm your racing thoughts. It didn’t help.

Not even five minutes later, you heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by hushed whispers that made your stomach drop.

“Marlene, what are you up to?” you muttered to yourself, sinking lower into the bed. You barely had time to brace yourself before Marlene’s voice echoed from the hallway, far too chipper for the situation.

“Oh, Reggie!” she called out in a sing-song voice that was dripping with false innocence. "I think I saw the creature run in here!"

Your heart immediately stuttered in your chest. No, no, no–

“In behind this... closed door?” came Regulus’s unmistakable voice, low and suspicious. There was always something about his tone, that subtle roughness to his otherwise smooth words, that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Ugh, yes, please go fetch it,” Lily chimed in, her tone too casual to be convincing.

There was a beat of silence, and you could practically feel Regulus’s confusion through the door. “In the girls’s dormitory?” His voice was flat, unimpressed. "Can't you guys?"

"No, you're the one who got an Outstanding in Care of Magical Creatures. Please."

They couldn't be serious. What a master plan.

“It's important, Reg,” Pandora added, ever so softly, but with an edge of persistence that could sway anyone who wasn’t keen on questioning her.

There was another pause, and you held your breath. You could picture Regulus now – his sharp, silver eyes narrowing, a flicker of doubt crossing his face, his brain probably piecing together that whatever this was, it wasn’t something he should agree to. Not even Regulus is immune to charm and coercion from his friends though –and he probably couldn’t fathom the idea of Marlene calling for his help if it weren’t truly necessary – and you clearly heard his reluctant sigh through the door.

“Fine,” he muttered, footsteps nearing the door.

You had just enough time to consider how humiliating it would be to try and throw yourself out the window, but alas, Hogwarts windows didn’t accommodate such escapes.

The door creaked open, and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, looking like the very embodiment of a storm in human form, all brooding energy and understated elegance. His black curls were slightly dishevelled, his usual pristine appearance marred just enough by the casual looseness of his shirt collar, which somehow made him look even more effortlessly intimidating.

He looked around the room, eyes landing on you and widening slightly.

"Oh, hey Y/N, have you seen–"

Before you could answer or before he could even finish his sentence – slam. The door shut behind him with a loud click, the lock snapping into place.

Regulus’s head whipped around, his hand immediately going to the doorknob, shaking it lightly. “What the bloody hell?”

You watched in horror as the unmistakable sounds of footsteps retreated down the hallway, followed by Marlene’s faint, gleeful laughter.

“I’ll kill her,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone.

Regulus sighed deeply, his hand dropping from the door. He turned back to you, jaw tight, a muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth. "That makes two of us," he said, having clearly heard you across the room that felt increasingly smaller.

You laughed lowly, but couldn't quite meet his eyes.

“So… I’m assuming this beast was part of some master plan.”

You nodded, feeling your face heat up. “Yeah, pretty much.”

There was a heavy silence between you, the kind that felt both unbearably awkward and strangely charged. Regulus stayed by the door, leaning against it as though contemplating whether he could somehow break through it with sheer willpower. You, meanwhile, sat on the bed with your heart pounding in your chest like it was trying to escape the mess your friends had created.

Regulus’s eyes flicked to you, his expression guarded but curious. “You don’t… know what this is about, do you?”

You tried to swallow past the sudden lump in your throat, your fingers gripping the edge of the book like it might anchor you to reality. “I have a guess.”

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest in that way that made him look even more imposing. “And?”

“And,” you echoed, your voice faltering under the weight of what you were about to say, “they seem to think that locking us in a room together is the perfect opportunity for us to, uh… talk.”

Regulus let out a humourless chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned his back fully against the door. “Talk. Of course. That sounds exactly like something Marlene would come up with.”

There was a pause, and his gaze, which had flickered away momentarily, settled on you again. You could swear his eyes softened ever so slightly as they swept over you – taking in the awkward way you sat on the bed, your hands still gripping the book like it was a lifeline. You noticed the way his shoulders, usually squared with tension, seemed to relax just a fraction, as though being here, with you, wasn’t as unbearable as you had feared.

He cleared his throat, clearly struggling to find something to say. “So… what were you reading?”

“Oh, uh…” You squinted at the title, stifling a laughter as you realised what it was. “It’s, um… Hogwarts, A History.”

Regulus’s lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Really? You’re reading that?”

Your face heated even more, and you quickly abandoned the book, tossing it to the side. “Okay, no. I was trying to look busy while panicking over the fact that I was about to be locked in a room with you.”

"You knew?"

"I got a small warning after I was thrown in here."

"By Dorcas or Marlene?" he asked, amusement gleaming in his eyes because he knew you meant it literally.

"Dorcas."

He hummed in approval before his brows furrowed, as if registering your whole conversation, and he took a step closer, his usual guarded exterior slipping just a bit. “Why would that make you panic?”

The one question you didn’t have a safe answer for. You could feel your heart racing again, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something soft and searching in his gaze, that made it impossible to retreat.

You swallowed hard. “Because… I don't know. You’re Regulus Black.”

The words came out in a rush, like they explained everything, and to you, they did. Regulus, though, just stared at you, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice low but noticeably not cold. “Why would my family matter?”

You laughed nervously, standing up from the bed as if that might help calm the chaotic swirl of emotions in your chest. “Not your family. You. Regulus. You’re just... you. You’re smart and brilliant and intimidatingly beautiful and–” You stopped yourself, suddenly horrified by the direction your rant was going. “And it just didn’t seem like you’d ever want to be stuck in a room with me.”

Regulus blinked, his posture stiffening as if your words had physically hit him. For a moment, the usual cool facade he wore cracked, revealing something vulnerable beneath.

“You think I don’t want to be around you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an edge of disbelief in it.

You looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. “I mean, yeah. You always seem so distant when I’m around. Like you can’t wait to get away.”

Regulus was silent for a moment, the air between you growing thick with tension. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter. “That’s not because I don’t want to be around you.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised by the raw honesty in his voice.

He stepped closer, his movements slower, more deliberate, like he was unsure of what he was doing for the first time in his life. “I… avoid you because I don’t know how to be around you without making a fool of myself.”

You blinked, completely thrown by his confession. “What?”

Regulus exhaled a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with himself. “I’m not good at this – at feelings. At talking, like the girls wanted. You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle. So, I do the only thing I know how to do. I keep my distance.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, a mix of disbelief and hope rising in your throat. “Regulus…”

He met your gaze, and for the first time in the years you had known him, you felt as if you actually saw him in his eyes. The real him.

“I’ve liked you for longer than I care to admit,” he said, his voice low and steady now. “And it scares the hell out of me.”

You felt your breath catch, his words sinking into your chest and settling there, warm and heavy. It was as if the entire world had shifted in that moment, the tension between you now a living, breathing thing, pulsing with the weight of everything left unsaid.

"L– liked me?"

Regulus couldn't do anything but nod.

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, stepping closer until you were just a breath away from him. You could see the way his chest rose and fell, his eyes flickering down to your lips for the briefest second before he caught himself, jaw tightening.

“Regulus,” you whispered, the world narrowing to just the space between you. “I’ve liked you too. For so long.”

His breath hitched ever so slightly, eyes wild.

He didn’t respond with words – he didn’t have to. In one swift motion, he closed the remaining gap between you, his hands gently cupping your face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was tentative, as if both of you were still testing the waters of something too fragile to fully comprehend. Regulus’s hands, cool but steady, cradled your face with a gentleness that sent shivers down your spine. The rest of the world faded away – your racing thoughts, your anxieties, the locked door behind you – none of it mattered in that moment.

It was just him. It had always been him.

As the kiss deepened, Regulus’s usual restraint seemed to dissolve, replaced by something raw and urgent. His fingers curled against your skin, one hand suddenly on the small of your back, drawing you closer until there was barely any space left between you. You felt his heart beating against your chest, fast and unsteady, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.

It was everything you had imagined, everything you needed.

You melted into him, lips, body and soul, before you pulled away breathless. The room felt impossibly still around you.

You were both standing there, eyes wide, inches apart, as if neither of you could quite believe what had just happened. Regulus’s lips were still parted, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips and back again, as though he was trying to memorise everything about this moment.

"Do you mean it?" he murmured. You felt his lips brush yours as he spoke.

You didn't need to ask what he meant. Instead you whispered a passionate yes before kissing him again, lingering against him. You could feel him begin to smile against you.

"This is not what I expected to come out of this," you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

Regulus let out a breathless chuckle, one that sounded almost surprised, like he couldn’t quite believe it either. “I can't say I did either.” He paused, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “But I’m not complaining.”

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no uncertainty hanging between you. Just you and Regulus, and the quiet realisation that maybe, just maybe, all those years of longing and misunderstanding had led you exactly where you were meant to be.

You were about to say something – something witty, maybe, to break the tension – but then–

BANG!

The door flew open, slamming against the wall with such force that both you and Regulus jumped apart, your heads whipping toward the entrance just in time to see Marlene, Lily, Dorcas, and Pandora tumble inside, practically tripping over each other in their mad dash to get through the door.

“There they are!” Marlene shouted, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She pointed dramatically at the two of you, looking like she had just witnessed the Quidditch World Cup. “I told you it would work!”

Lily snorted, pushing past Marlene and raising an eyebrow as she glanced between you and Regulus, both still slightly dishevelled and very much caught in the act. “Honestly, Marlene, you could have given them a few more minutes.”

You groaned, heat rushing to your face as you buried it in your hands. “Were you all just waiting outside the entire time?”

Pandora gave you an apologetic smile, but there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. It made her look all the more like Evan. “We were just… keeping an eye on things.”

Regulus, who had taken a deliberate step back when the door burst open, gravitated slightly more towards you again as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you lot talked me into this.” For all intents and purposes he looked exasperated – but his lips twitched in amusement.

“Oh, don’t act like you hated it,” Dorcas teased. “You’re welcome for the facilitation by the way.”

“Facilitation?” Regulus repeated, his voice dry as he glanced around the room full of over-enthusiastic matchmakers. “That’s one word for it.”

Marlene was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I have no words for how pleased I am with myself right now.”

"Evidently." You and Dorcas chorused at the same time, causing you both to giggle, though you tried to stifle it.

“You’re all completely insufferable," you said through an ever-growing smile.

“And yet,” Marlene drawled, throwing an arm around Dorcas’s shoulders, “you love us anyway.”

Regulus caught your eye, and despite the absurdity of the situation and the embarrassment of being ambushed by your meddlesome friends, you couldn’t help but laugh. His lips quirked up in that rare, almost-hidden smile he reserved for moments like this.

“Alright, alright,” Lily said, clapping her hands together as if trying to herd a group of first-years. “Now that this mission is accomplished –” she shot a pointed look at you and Regulus, “– we should probably leave them alone.”

Marlene looked like she was about to protest, but Pandora nudged her toward the door. “Give them some space.”

As they filed out, Marlene shot you one last wink over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I expect all the juicy details later.”

You groaned again, shaking your head as they finally disappeared down the hallway, their laughter echoing faintly behind them. When the door closed with a soft thud, the room seemed impossibly quiet again, save for the soft crackle of the fire in the corner.

You turned back to Regulus, who was watching you with a look that was both amused and affectionate, his usual mask of indifference nowhere to be found. He stepped closer to you, arms circling around your waist.

"Your friends are idiots," he said with no real malice in his tone.

"Yeah, but so are we."

In privacy with you, Regulus's smile widened in a way that made your stomach flip, as he leaned in for another kiss.

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