#pandora writes

[pandora15]

Here is a snippet of my fic for @tendonnazine ! Preorders are open until the 25th, check out their blog for more info :)

[fleatomatosauce]

I made an Eltingville fanfic and now I’m forcing you all to stare at it

It’s basically about what happens to Jerry staring a week after This Fan, This Monster. Yummy depression! Hurt/comfort. More chapters coming in around, idk, three days? Stay tuned.

[lost4pandora]

Here's more content for that HTTYD Reader in LU. This one has been proofread, and the reader will be using the term Y/N and they/them pronouns.

I'll be writing for more of this, and with that I'll be needing a name, so the HTTYD Reader series will henceforth be known as the "Sparks and Embers" series. I will be taking inspiration from all of the content up until HTTYD Homecoming, which includes the movie trilogy, the series between the first and second movie, and those fun bits such as Book of Dragons, Gift of the Night Fury, and whatnot. I will also be adding in my own personal headcanons here and there in terms of HTTYD dragon lore because I think they're neat and could use some of the fun stuff.

Some trigger warnings for this fic may include but are not limited to: mild gore, mild to fair descriptions of violence, mentions of a monster in pieces.

Now with that out of the way, I do sincerely hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

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Sparks and Embers

They heard whispers from merchants and travelers about a truly mystifying sight. A warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by two dragons of black and white. Who have been seen cutting down monsters in a flurry of movements, too fast for the witnesses to comprehend. All they remember is the haunting eyes and gleaming fangs of the mask the rider wore before disappearing in either a spark of lightning or a flash of flame.

Honestly, just hearing "warrior" was more than enough to catch the group's attention.

They had recently landed back into the champion's era, as told when he spotted a familiar tower in the distance. After regaining their bearings, they let the Link in question guide them to the nearest settlement, which happened to be the East Akkala Stable. It was there that they had decided to rest for the night, perform an inventory check, tend to wounds, repair damaged clothing or items, and the like.

In the midst of such, they happened to overhear the conversations from the other travelers that came and left. All about the individual who rode on the backs of dragons.

One individual, a hylian merchant, had been speaking to the stablehand about what he saw on the road. He spotted the trio resting along the tops of the Dueling Peaks as the sun began to set below the horizon.

Another traveler, a Rito, had chimed in that on her flight here, she swears that she saw someone walking on the dragon's backs, performing tricks for the fun of it. She remembers that they were hylian, with silver ornaments in their hair and a fluffy fur cloak wrapped around their shoulders. 

Lastly, a pair of children, the stablehand's sons, told the gossiping adults they were saved from monsters by one of the dragons. They said that it was white and sparkly, giggling madly when they mentioned that it sounded like a really big cat.

All these stories had the Chain curious and somewhat suspicious. It was the topic of conversation once they had left the stable the next morning.

"A hylian with a wolf mask accompanied by two dragons," Warriors echoed. "I can't say I've heard that one before."

"Me neither. It seems a bit surreal, doesn't it?" Hyrule replies, looking toward Wild. "You said there were dragons here, do you know who this dragon rider could be?"

The champion shook his head. "Not a clue. The dragons I know are huge and are surrounded by so much elemental magic that no one could even safely approach them."

"You think it's related to our problem?" Legend asks aloud, arching a brow.

"It could be," Wild replies. "But I doubt that it is. You heard those kids, the dragons and their rider saved them. It'd be weird that they'd be willing to cut down their own allies if they were working with the enemy."

Warriors nods at the reason. "Agreed. It has to be something else."

Time finally decides to make his opinion known. "No matter the case, it would be best that we seek this dragon rider out. We will most likely be getting something useful out of it either way."

The rest of the group didn't argue, coming to a consensus on their leader's statement. So they kept trekking onward toward their next destination: Hateno Village.

It was a fairly calm trip from there on out.

You know, up until they were ambushed.

One could call it an unexpected turn of events, though they knew that really it wasn't. It was inconvenient and extremely irritating at that point more than anything, but at least they were somewhat prepared for it. Weapons were drawn, magic was sparking, and everyone in the group had steeled themselves as the enemies came in droves.

When the first monster approached the Link that was closest to it, their sword came down in one sweeping motion. When sharpened steel sliced through soft flesh, a messy stain of black blood coated the blade's edge.

The situation had gone from irritating to bad very quickly.

Upon witnessing the sight of the ebony ichor, each Link had made a silent yet unanimous agreement. Pick a section and focus on your batch of monsters. It was easy enough.

Or it would have been had one not been corralled away from the others, and it had to be the youngest of them too. The sailor in particular could feel himself getting angry about the idea of being cornered, mostly because of how he'd definitely be getting babied by the captain, rancher, and probably even the old man once he rejoined the group later. Alas, he was preoccupied with fighting for his life to really let the anger settle into his bones, so instead he chose to channel it into his next set of attacks.

Swing, dodge, parry, duck, swing, swing, roll.

A familiar set of words that would repeat themselves in Wind's mind in random patterns. A mantra that every hero knew by heart, or would soon come to learn one way or another.

Wind couldn't remember how many monsters he had cut down. His sword was coated in their foul smelling ichor, his heart was racing, and his mouth felt dry. He was tired and the adrenaline pumping through his veins wouldn't last forever. Despite this, he doesn't let up.

He then felt something invisible seizing his lungs, a dreaded feeling. Fear, he deduced. He feels his posture stiffen as he looks around frantically for the cause of it. His head jerks up as a thundering roar rattles the trees around him. He turned his head, his eyes growing wide as a white maned lynel entered his field of vision.

It was safe to assume that the lynel was black blooded as well, and the sailor was in no position to even consider engaging it in battle. The only thing useful he had on him was a single, half empty healing potion that would do very little in this situation. The thought of making a tactical retreat to regroup with the others crosses his mind, but the idea is quickly discarded when he sees that the lynel has spotted him from its place across the field.

He can't outrun it.

It knows that he can't.

So it charges.

Wind thinks he can hear the distant shout of one of the others. He makes an attempt to call for them, opening his mouth to yell—   that's when he hears it. A strange whistling, high pitched and piercing, echoing through the air and in his eardrums. It was unlike anything he's ever heard before, and his mind still riddled with adrenaline shook itself for a possible answer. Although, the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize… that……….

…was it getting louder?

The sound distracts him to the point where he almost forgets about the lynel galloping towards him rapidly. He can feel its heavy footsteps shake the ground as it gets closer and closer. The beast is more than halfway across the field when it happens.

A speeding ball of violet blue fire comes out of nowhere and hits the lion centaur straight in the chest point blank. The impact knocked it to the ground, and he thinks he can see its black blood splatter across the grass. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the monster had sustained an irreparable amount of damage (a polite way of saying that its top half of its body was definitely in pieces).

He feels his namesake blow past him, a blur of white entering his field of vision as it lands just mere feet away from him.

It's big, noticeably bigger than Epona, with a lithe and lean body shape. Its features were surprisingly round and soft from what he could see, and it was coated in white scales that shimmered with blue, purple, and pink undertones. Its wings were noticeably larger in comparison to the rest of its body, and its tail was adorned with fins shaped sort of like fairy wings. It almost looked like it was…

…like it was a dragon.

Its body was crouched in front of him, its back arched into a defensive posture with its wings raised to make itself look bigger. He couldn't see its face, but he could hear it snarl. It was most likely looking at the body of the lynel it had just blasted to hell and back.

He peered over at the lynel's body, or what was left of it really, to see it crumble and dissipate into smokey red embers before fading completely. The dragon relaxes as it folds up its wings, its head raising up and allowing Wind to see two round ears perk as it scans its surroundings, though he could also see that there were also two smaller nubs beneath them. Its gaze soon fell on the young hero, causing it to let out a soft warbling purr.

He wasn't expecting to see such non-threatening features on a mythical creature that had just taken out a lynel in one attack only moments ago. Now that he had a much clearer view of the dragon, it looked less like a dangerous beast of ire and flame and more like a scaly marshmallow that someone had dumped an entire box of glitter on.

Lavender hues eyed him curiously, once hostile slits rounding out to more passive ovals. He could see two separate leather strings decorated with various charms and precious stones hanging around its neck. A black armband with silver ornaments was secured along its upper right arm, the ornament itself shaped like a four pointed star.

It squinted its eyes for a moment, before leaning its head forward to sniff at him from a distance. Wind wasn't sure what to do when it began to approach him, taking slow and careful side steps toward him. It stopped for a moment, and he saw its eyes staring at the blood stained sword in his dominant hand.

He could practically hear the lecture that he would definitely be getting for what he was about to do next, but had since decided that his curiosity of the result outweighed the certainty of consequence. He put his sword down, and took a good few steps away from it.

That seemed to be enough for it to continue its approach. Once it was right in front of him, it lowered its head with its ears flattened against its neck, as if to assure him that it meant no harm. He raised his left hand, the one that wasn't nearly as bloody as the other, and held it out to the dragon.

It tilted its head, sniffed, before leaning forward and rubbing its head against his hand.

Wind couldn't stop the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips, spreading out wider when it began to purr. He pressed the palm of his hand against the top of its head, marveling at the smooth feeling of its scales. He noted that it felt somewhat warm, and that its body was vibrating from the intensity of its purring.

He let out a shout of laughter when it suddenly pressed its whole body toward him, thankfully not on. It curled around him until the front half of its body was on one side and its tail on the other. It rolled onto its back, exposing the pale blue coloring going from its neck all the way down its chest and underbelly. Wind was more than willing to indulge the dragon and give it the pets it desired.

"You're way nicer about being pet than Wolfie is," he comments, scratching the dragon's belly. "You don't even growl or bite either!"

Wind hears the same whistling sound that the dragon had made previously, though this time it was brief and much more calm. He was about to turn to see what it was before he was distracted by a wet and slimy tongue dragging itself across his cheek. His expression morphs into one of disgust as he reaches up to wipe off the dragon's admittedly very sticky and thick saliva with his arm. Though it's clear that he isn't actually that mad about it, judging from the smile that was still present on his face.

"Lux, there you are! Why did you…."

He freezes, standing up straighter at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

"What have I told you about personal space!" He turns to the owner of such. "Shoo, off! Dårlig drage, skam!"

The white dragon, whose name he now knew to be Lux, cooed softly in apology. It rolled back onto its feet, nuzzling Wind's shoulder one last time before darting toward the newcomer with its head ducked down. It cooed and warbled at them once they had dismounted the black dragon they had arrived on.

Wait, black dragon?

His expression changed into one of shock and realization.

The warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by dragons of black and white.

He looked the person over, and sure enough he spotted a wolf mask with its face twisted into a threatening snarl attached to one of their belts. They wore a fur cloak around their shoulders and a pair of dragon fang earrings. From what he can see of their arms, he spotted a myriad of tattoos depicting swirls of dragons painted across their skin.

The black dragon, who was also glaring at Lux trying to suck up to the stranger, was noticeably bigger in size. The ears along its head were much longer and in great numbers. There were shark fin shaped dorsal plates running a line down the length of its spine that became increasingly smaller as it trailed to the end of its long tail. Speaking of, its tail also seemed to have that set of fins on either side, though they were sharper looking than the other dragon's in comparison.

Well, he might be forgiven for petting the dragon now that he's found who the group has been looking for.

Speaking of whom, he saw them looking towards him after scolding the white dragon.

"I'm sorry about Lux, she doesn't exactly understand the concept of respecting people's personal bubbles," they said to him "Did she hurt you at all? I know she likes to lean, but I don't think she realizes that she weighs nearly a ton."

Wind blinks, taking a few moments to register the question before he shakes his head. "No, she saved me actually," he replied with a smile. "It-  uh, she absolutely destroyed that lynel earlier!"

The stranger's brows raised up in surprise, their gaze turning to Lux. "So that's why you suddenly disappeared. If you want to dive into battle, at least tell us first. We can't keep doing this or else I'm going to get gray hairs before I even reach thirty."

Lux rumbled softly, nudging her rider with her nose. She received a pat, which she purred under.

"They're yours?" Wind decided to finally ask, recapturing the rider's attention.

"I guess you could say that," they answered, "They're my family, more like. Sisters that I never had."

So they were both female, he'd have to remember that. "The white one's name is Lux?"

Another nod of confirmation. "Her full name is Faeralux, Lux for short," the stranger then raised a hand to gently stroke their fingers across the black dragon's head. "And this is Rhae, which is short for Rhaeneir."

"Of course, my name is Y/N," they added. "Might I know the name of the boy my overly affectionate Light Fury saved from peril?"

"My name is Link! But I'm going by Wind right now," he answers, biting his tongue on the reason why he's going by the name Wind.

Thankfully Y/N doesn't question it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Wind. Thank you for tolerating Lux's affection, and not attacking her."

It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would attack Lux, yet even if she's a dragon, she doesn't look or act like any he's ever seen. Granted, he only really has Valoo for reference on that front, but his point still stands.

He opens his mouth to ask another question when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Wind?!"

"Sailor, where are you?!!"

The trio of dragons and dragon rider all perk up to the voices. Y/N turns to him and speaks, "Is that your flock?"

Wind nods, and Y/N turns toward Lux. "I'm staying with you from here on out. I don't need you to get any more ideas about diving without saying anything."

The white dragoness coos softly at her rider's decision before leaning down for Y/N to hop on. Yet before they could, Wind interrupts the action.

"Wait!" Y/N turns to look at him questioningly. "Me and my group were looking for you actually, so if you wouldn't mind, could you stay here until they come?"

The black dragon, Rhae, narrows her eyes scrutinizingly at the sailor, causing him to shrink the slightest bit under her gaze. Y/N waves a dismissive hand to get the Night Fury to let up.

"Are they as friendly as you?" the rider asks him. "Because if they're not and are prone to the 'attack first ask questions later' instinct, I don't need them trying to kill me or my dragons."

"I promise they won't, not if I tell them that you're safe," Wind says, gazing at them hopefully. "Please?"

Rhae remains unconvinced, but she sees Y/N's resolve start to bow at the sight of the sailor's look. She grumbles lowly, her expression morphing into a look that said, Are you seriously going to bend that quickly to some random hatchling's pleading eyes??

The Night Fury gave her rider a flat look when the answer was yes, as told by the sigh of resignation Y/N breathed out. 

You're weak, Rhae warbled.

Y/N's only reply was a halfhearted swat in the general direction of Rhae's face, an attempted hit that was nowhere near making contact. It was the rider's way of saying that they didn't need her judgment right now.

"Fine, I'm choosing to trust you on this one. Don't make me regret it," Y/N says, dismissing the little mental talk that they just had with Rhae. The rider turned, to which something shiny was seen in their peripheral vision. "If that sword is yours, best you pick it up so your flock doesn't assume I disarmed and cornered you. Gods know I don't need a repeat of that problem."

Wind nods and goes to retrieve his weapon he dropped in favor of coaxing Lux toward him. Y/N hummed, perking up when they heard the bushes rustle and a mop of blonde hair emerge.

"Wind?" Crystal blue eyes search the area frantically before they land on their target. "Wind!"

The boy, who had just sheathed his sword, called back to the other. "Warriors! Check out who I found!"

The captain's face displayed confusion, brows furrowing as his lips were parted just the slightest amount as he was stopped before he could speak. Wind points to his left, and Warriors follows where it goes and is gobsmacked by what, or rather, who he sees.

Y/N's arms were crossed as they were leaning on Lux, who was currently sitting down. They raised their hand momentarily to wave, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

Lux looked curious about the child's sibling, at least, they smelled like siblings to her.

Rhae was passive, not particularly interested or disinterested, merely there to witness.

It wasn't exactly the strangest ragtag group of individuals the captain has ever seen and believe him, he's seen his fair share. Though he would admit that this one was definitely in the top five.

Now to go tell the others about all of… this.

So much for a peaceful trip.

[pandorapanther]

A Fall From Grace chapter 1

A Fall From Grace (3723 words) by PandoraPanther Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy's), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy's), Y/N (Five Nights at Freddy's) Additional Tags: Angst, Amnesia, Mystery, Comedy Summary: After a nasty fall you find yourself with near total amnesia. You wake up in the Superstar Daycare where you apparently work. Why does everything feel off and wrong? What are these dreams you are having? Oh well, guess the best option is to just fake it till you make it while you work on investigating your own mind.

[dejavuentintaypapel]

Hazme el amor sin prisas, con caricias, en pausa. Hazme el amor como sólo tú sabes hacerlo. Pero luego hazme reír, hazme olvidar porqué lloraba, y bésame como si no hubiera un mañana.

-¿Pandora?

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

Summary:

Coming home after a long day, Himiko cleans up the apartment.

[thingswedontunbox]

[pandorasteapot]

I can't wait for you

Fictober '23 || 6

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders

Relationships: Bellatrix Black / Rita Skeeter

Additional Tags: Forbidden Love, Toxic, A little idk

Wort Count: 1,330

Summary: Bella and Rita have been meeting up secretly for a while. But one conversation changes everything.

[hellinistical]

in which your attempts at teasing him backfire.

tw: not proof-read. afab.reader wc: 1.7k

You step into the room, the faint scent of rubber and sweat hanging in the air. The hum of the ceiling fan is steady, the only sound breaking the silence. The floor is lined with thick black mats, the kind that dulls the impact of each step, each weight dropped. The walls are decorated with posters—motivational quotes, athletes mid-motion, the colors vibrant in contrast to the dim lighting that casts shadows around the room. A large mirror stretches across one wall, reflecting your every move as you glance at your reflection.

The scent of metal greets you next as your gaze shifts to the weights stacked neatly along one side, a collection of dumbbells, kettlebells, and barbells glistening under the faint light. The bench press sits at the center, its leather worn but sturdy. To your left, a treadmill sits untouched, and beyond that, the elliptical machine waits patiently for your attention.

There's a small section by the window with a yoga mat rolled out, soft light filtering through the blinds. A set of resistance bands hangs from a hook nearby, and a jump rope lies coiled by the corner. You can feel the space welcoming you, pushing you to move, to work, to reach your limits. The room is yours, an arena for your body to push against its own boundaries.

And in the middle is your boyfriend, doing pushups. 

You can’t help but watch as Caleb’s muscles ripple with each push-up, his back shifting under the strain. His skin glistens with sweat, the droplets tracing down his back and disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. Every time he lowers himself, the dog tag around his neck swings down, grazing the floor with a soft clink. The sound of his breath, deep and measured, mixed with the occasional grunt, only adds to the moment. There's something about the rhythm of it all that pulls you in.

You shift silently, careful not to make a sound, your steps light on the rubber floor. A small, mischievous smile plays on your lips as you inch closer, his focus completely on his workout. You can’t resist; the moment feels too perfect, too tempting. You sneak up behind him, just as he finishes a push-up, and almost without thinking, you reach out, gently tapping his shoulder, a playful challenge in your eyes.

Caleb looks up, surprise flashing across his face for just a second before his lips curl into a grin. His breath catches slightly as you stand there, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

You tilt your head, feigning innocence as you grin, "Mind if I join you?"

Caleb pauses mid-push-up, his body locking in place. He looks up at you with a smirk, his breath still coming in quick bursts. "Hm? Course you can, princess—oh!" His voice falters slightly as you suddenly hop onto his back, your legs on either side, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders for balance.

The muscles in his back tense under the unexpected weight, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he gives a huff of laughter, his deep voice vibrating through his chest, and you can feel the heat from his body. His dog tag bounces off the floor again, and the slight jingle makes you smile, knowing exactly what you've just done.

"You're cruel," he mutters, pushing himself back into his rhythm, but his tone has a playful edge. He doesn’t skip a beat. As soon as the words hang in the air, Caleb shifts beneath you, the playful grin still plastered on his face. He pushes himself deeper into the movement, each push-up becoming smoother, more controlled. His body doesn't seem to strain under your weight—it almost seems like he's showing off now, making it look easy. You can feel the strength in his muscles, the way his back flexes and shifts with each rep, as though he's daring you to try and throw him off.

His dog tag swings faster, hitting the floor with a soft clink, a rhythm to match his pace. You can feel the heat of his body, the tension of his muscles as he adds more power to each push-up, lifting you up ever so slightly with each press. His breathing is steady, but you sense an almost playful smugness in the way he moves, like he's enjoying proving just how little you weigh in comparison to the challenge he's setting for himself.

You, however, are stuck in a position where you're trying to hold on and not fall off, and there's a growing sense of realization that while this moment feels full of playful defiance, it’s clear—you're nothing to him. He’s doing this effortlessly, with a quiet confidence that makes it impossible to ignore. You smirk, but it’s no longer playful—it’s more of a challenge.

You can feel the space between the two of you in more ways than one. He’s showing off, but you’re beginning to wonder if that’s all this is ever going to be.

Before you can even process what’s happening, Caleb shifts suddenly. With one smooth movement, he flips you off his back and swings you under him, pinning you down gently against the rubber mat beneath you. His hands rest on the floor beside your head as he continues with his push-ups, his arms steady and sure.

You're lying there, completely caught off guard, your breath catching in your throat. Each time he lowers himself, his dog tag swings forward and lands on your chest with a soft clink, the cool metal pressing against your skin. The sound, the sensation—it’s like the world has narrowed down to just the weight of him above you and the steady rhythm of his movements.

And then, Caleb laughs, that low, easy chuckle that makes his chest rumble. It’s teasing, playful, and a little smug. "Told you I could handle it, princess." His voice is light, but there's an edge of amusement in it, knowing how completely he’s caught you off guard.

You can’t help but feel the strange mixture of embarrassment and something else—something that keeps your heart racing, even as he doesn’t stop, his push-ups continuing like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You’re trapped under him now, his dog tag steadily tapping against your chest with each descent.

You roll your eyes, the warmth creeping up your neck as you turn your face away, pretending to be unimpressed. “Yeah—well, whatever,” you mutter, trying to play it off, but inside, something flutters that you can’t quite ignore.

Caleb chuckles again, his breath warm against your ear as he continues his push-ups. And then, as he lowers himself toward you for the next one, he pauses just before the descent—and then he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

The contact is soft but undeniable. You freeze for a moment, your heart racing, caught off guard by the sudden, gentle gesture. His lips linger there, even if just for a second, and then he’s back to his rhythm, continuing his push-ups like nothing happened.

You’re left staring up at him, your cheek tingling from the kiss, your pulse skipping. His laugh follows, still light and teasing. “Had to make sure you were paying attention,” he says, his voice full of amusement.

You bite your lip, trying to hide the surprise. “I’m paying attention,” you respond, though you’re not sure if you mean the push-ups or something else entirely.

His smirk is undeniable, that familiar playful glint in his eyes as he looks down at you, like he knows exactly what’s running through your mind. "Are you?" he teases the question hanging in the air between you two.

Before you can answer—or even process what’s happening—Caleb lowers himself again. This time, instead of just the soft tap of his dog tag, his lips meet yours in a quick, fleeting kiss as he comes down. The pressure of his body so close to yours, the warmth of his lips, it all catches you off guard. Your breath hitches, and for a second, everything else disappears except that kiss, leaving you both suspended in the moment.

He pulls back just as swiftly as he came, the smile on his lips widening as he finishes his push-up, still managing to keep his rhythm. “Just makin’ sure,” he says, that playful smirk still lingering.

Your heart is pounding, and you’re left staring up at him, not sure what to say next. You’ve never really known how to respond to him when he acts like this—all teasing. 

You blink up at him, still trying to steady your breath, but his presence is too overwhelming. Caleb’s smile widens, that familiar, teasing grin stretching across his face. "Just makin' sure," he repeats, his voice light and almost smug, as if he knows exactly how flustered you are.

The way he leans over you, his body so close, makes everything feel a little bit heavier, a little bit more intense. His dog tag swings again, brushing against your chest with each push-up. You can feel the weight of the moment, the quiet challenge he’s setting for you, and the playful way he keeps pushing the boundaries, making sure you’re paying attention, making sure you’re still here with him.

His eyes glint down at you, the smirk never leaving his lips. “You alright down there, princess?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s already enjoying every second of this little game.

You quickly gather yourself, trying to shake off the heat spreading through your cheeks. "I—yeah. Yeah, I’m fine," you say, your voice coming out a little more flustered than you intended. You stare up at him, feeling the weight of his gaze as he continues to smile down at you, completely at ease, while you're left trying to regain some semblance of control.

He chuckles softly, his gaze lingering a moment longer before he resumes his push-ups, but the teasing edge doesn’t leave his tone. "Good," he says, clearly enjoying how much he's gotten under your skin. "Wouldn’t want you to lose focus now, would we?"

And oh, fuck if that didn’t make your stomach flip. 

[itsss4t4n]

Safe with You - Regulus Black x potter! reader

a/n: THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT. (6558 words)

warnings: mention of abuse, smoking, hurt/comfort, kissing, background wolfstar and (barely mentioned) rosekiller

You didnt remember a time where Regulus Black didnt hate you.

Being James Potters younger sibling, most of his friends were also yours, so when sirius started talking about how much he hates his family , including Regulus you didnt question it much, but you never really had anything against him personally.

But it didnt help that, from the beginning of yours and Regulus first year he was pretty much a dickhead. He made it a point to be better than everyone and to tell them so. 

That started a rivalry between the both of you. Battleing for top of the class. 

All of this only got worse when, in the middle of the winter holidays in your 5th year, Sirius appeared at your doorstep, bleeding and asking for help.

After that point Regulus made sure to show you how much he hated you even more.

You just assumed that he hated you because of your family. Blood-traitors. 

In the beginning of your 6th year you had started to sneak away onto the astronomy  tower a lot of nights. 

It was nice up here. Quiet. You found solitude from the stressful schoolday and your Brother and his friends. You loved them, of course. But it was a lot of pressure. Most people just saw you as James sibling. And they expected you to be like him. It was honestly really exhausting.

Your parents didnt help a lot either. As much as they said they loved you equally, you always felt like James and now Sirius were more important to them. You were just the perfect little sibling. You were quiet and you had good grades so they didnt need to worry much about you. You felt neglected. But you also understood them. James didnt try as much in school, concentraiting more on pranks than homework and Sirius obviously had a lot to deal with because of his past.

So you snuck away when everyone was sleeping. In your pyjamas and a jacket you quiely left the common room and went to he astronomy tower. 

When you arrived you didnt pay much attention to your surroundings and so you didnt notice the other person that was sitting against the outside wall of the tower. You had already pulled out the pack of cigarettes that you had nicked from Sirius a week prior and were beginning to light it when you stepped against the railing. 

Taking a drag and pulling the cigarette away from your mouth you finally heard shuffling behind you. You quickly turn your head, scared that you're gonna find a prefect, or worse, Filch behind you. But instead you see a boy sitting a few meters away from you, his back to the wall of the tower, his dark hair covering his face. 

"Sorry i didnt realize someone was here." 

He finally looks up at you and you finally see his face.

"Black? The fuck are you doing here?" Your voice is a mix of confusion and annoyance at he fact that your solitide was disturbed by him of all people.

"I could ask you he same thing Potter." His voice was quiet and annoyed. Like he didnt want to deal with this right now. He sounded exhausted.

And at a second glance he looked it too. He had dark bags under his eyes and if you looked closely you could see a bruise at the side of his face. You didnt remember seeing it earlier during potions class but maybe he had covered it with magic. 

You had the urge to comment on it but remembered all the things thatt sirius would tell you about his parents and you had a feeling it had something to do with that. And that was a topic that you were sure wouldnt end well.

So you settled on "You look like shit."

He didnt answer and only looked at you even more annoyed. 

Shrugging, you simply looked away from him and lifted your cigarette back to your lips.

Regulus didnt move from his spot, so you assumed that he didnt care much that you were there.

You didnt feel like standing any longer, so you sat against the same wall regulus was sat against, now only a meter between the two of you. afer a few seconds you held out the pack of cigarettes to him .

"want one?" 

He took one without a word and you handed him your lighter when he put it beween his lips.

After that the two of you sat in silence looking at the nightsky. After almost 30 minutes of sitting in silence, you slowly moved to stand up.

"Well... I better go to bed. goodnight Black." 

You had only taken a step or two when Regulus spoke up for the first time since you got there.

"If you tell anyone i was here, you're dead potter."

You turn to him with a small smile.

"I wont. If i did i would have to tell them that i was here."

With that you left, leaving regulus confused on why you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were there. He left shortly after you did.

That night started a routine of you going up to the tower to find regulus either already there or arriving a few minutes later. You would sit in silence together, smoking a cigarette or two, before leaving again. Neither of you ever talked much.

During the day both of you acted like you always did. Like you werent sitting next to each other in almost friendly silence a few hours prior.

You never told your brother or any of your friends about it.

At some point you had started to talk to him instead of just sitting in silence. Not much. And certainly not anything of sustance. Mostly just complaining about professors and homework. But he never complained about it. He never said anything to be honest. He just sat and listened in silence. This continued almost every night unil the winter holidays.

You were standing on platform 9 3/4 with your family and Sirius, saying goodbye to your parents when you noticed Sirius glaring at something past your head. Turning around you see Regulus and his parents. Regulus looked even more exhausted than usual and even from the distance you could see him tensing up as his father put his hand on Regulus shoulder.

Something had happened over the holydays, you could tell.

James voice ripped you out of your thoughts. "Hey what are you two staring at?"

"Nothing." 

You answer immediately, turning back around and hugging your parents one last time. 

"Come on or we'll miss the train." 

That night during dinner you kept catching yourself looking at Regulus. Each time you seemed to notice a new reason to worry.

First how tense he seemed, then his eyebags, worse than you've ever seen them, how he fully ignored all his friends, how he made sure that his hair was alwas covering his left cheekbone and temple, how he seemed to constantly have a hand holding his ribs.

At one point you cought his eyes, giving him the slightest smile, hoping no one else caught it. 

You mouthed 'astronomy tower' hoping that he saw it, before turning back to your friends to answer the question that Marlene had just asked.

That night when you arrived at the tower Regulus was already there, sitting with his back against the wall and his head down, just like he first time you met him there. 

But this time when you sat next to him and he looked up at you, you could see the tears in his eyes threatening to fall. Without a word you pulled him into a hug, his head laying against your shoulder, and just held him as his tears finally spilled.

He didnt make a sound, he just silently let his tears fall. And you held him through it.

It took him about 20 minutes before he pulled away from you. He didn dare look into your face, just sitting right next to you staring at the stars.

After a minute or so of you observing his face you finally asked softly.

"What happened?"  

He didnt say anything for a few seconds. He didnt react at all. You thought maybe he didnt hear you but right as you opened you mouth to ask again, he finally answered.

"How much has Sirius told you about our family?" His voice was quiet and broken.

"A lot. He's told us pretty much anything they would do to him." 

He took a deep breath before he talked again, still refusing to look at you.

"When he was still there, they never really did anything to me. But when he left..." He swallowed "they needed someone else to blame all their problems on. They started to find faults in me. I pretty much became Sirius replacement. When they were angry they let it out on me. The night he left was the worst. I had begged him too stay. But he didnt. He just left me there. And they let all their anger about the situation out on me."

 His voice was shaky and quiet. He sounded unsure if he should be telling you this.

You honestly were surprised that he told you this. Even if you had been "hanging out" for almost half a year now. You didnt think he trusted you like this. And he proboaly didnt.

"Regulus.." His name left your mouth in a whisper. You had never called him by his first name before. 

Hearing his name out of your mouth finally made him look at you.

You slowly grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "I'm so sorry.." 

His gaze drifted from you face to your now joined hands. You expected him to pull his hand away but he just looked away at the stars again.

Neither of you said anything else.

That night was a turning point for both of you.

You stopped being hateful to each other in public. You werent friendly either. It was a silent truce. Your rivalry for top of the class was still there but it was less hateful.

Your nightly meetings slowly turned into talking about feelings. He told you about his friends, the few that were actually decent. Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr and Pandora Lestrange. Those were the three that actually semed pretty nice. According to Regulus they didnt really care that much about blood  status, Regulus didnt either. He had learned a lot from Sirius perspective, he was just way more scared of their parents, so he hid his opinions. 

You told him about your family problems, even though they were miniscule in comparison. About how you always felt like you stood in james shadow. 

Over time you and Regulus had come to a point were you honestly considered each other friends.

You still didnt tell any of your friends or you brother about it. You knew they wouldnt take it well.

But all of them noticed a change in you. How you seemed happier.

"Are you dating someone?" 

You nearly choked on your food, when Marlene asked that all of the sudden during dinner. 

"What?!" All conversation between your friends had halted as they all looked at you expectantly. "No! Why would you think that?" 

James looked stupidly relieved at that. He never liked the thought of you dating someone. 

It was Sirius that answered your question.

"Oh, c'mon. Even a blind person can see that you act different." You just looked at him confused. so he clarified. "You are so much happier, you constantly smile at nothing, you zone out. You're either dating someone or you have a big fat crush on someone. So go on. Spill." 

Your eyes widen in shock. Had you really been that obvious? Yes ,during the past few months you may have developed a little cush on the younger Black. But c'mon that obvious? 

But obviously you couldnt tell your friends that. Especially not Sirius and James. They would die of a heart attack on the spot.

"Do you really think if i had a crush on someone i wouldnt tell any of you? Not even Marlene or Lilly?" That was a good safe. Because yes, you usually told the girl pretty much every detail of your life. Even when you had a crush on Remus back in 4th year before you knew that he was gay. And very much in love with Sirius.

Sirius deflated on that. "Yea.. i guess that is true."

They finally picked up their previous conversations and you stole a quick glance at the slytherin table. But instead of Regulus eyes you met those of Evan Rosier. 

He had his eyes already on you and winked at you with a sly grin when our eyes met. Next to him Regulus had noticed that exchange and hit Evan in the side with his elbow. You looked at them confused as Regulus angrily whispered something to Evan who just laughed in reply.

Had Regulus told them? You made a mental note to ask him that night.

When your eyes finally went back to your friends you met Remus eyes who just lifted one eyebrow and smiled knowingly at you. 

You ignored him and went back to eating.

Later that evening you were sat in the common room doing potions homework when Remus excused himself from the boys to walk over to you. You looked up at him for a second as he sat down next to you before going back to writing. 

"You know, at some point they're gonna find out." 

"I have no idea what you're talking about Rem." He couldnt know. Right?

"Yea you do. You know, you're lucky that i'm the one that keeps the map most nights."

At that you froze. Your quill a few centimeters over your parchment. 

The map. 

Shit.

How did you forget about that.

Remus noticed your stressed facial expression. 

"They dont know. I havent told them dont worry. " You relaxed a little at that. "But you know its only a matter of time before one of them finds out."

You let out a breath that you didnt realize you were holding before putting down your quill, frowning at the spot of ink on you parchment, that had dripped from the quil. 

"How long have you known?" 

"Right before The holidays." 

"Rem that is so long! Why didnt you tell me that you know?!" You whisper yelled to make sure none of the other boys heard you.

"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready."

Your face softens. Of course. You dont answer.

"Sooooooo... you want to talk about it? He sure has you happy so he clearly cant be that bad." He says with a smile.

"You have no idea." You grin.

That conversation led to an almost 1 hour long talk of you talking about Regulus. How nice he is. How attractive, because god did you find him attractive. You told him about Regulus friends. How you think that at least Evan knows. Why Regulus is actually mad at Sirius. Everything. Because you knew that Remus wouldnt tell anyone. He has always been good at keeping secrets.

"You are so whipped for him, oh my god.." He told you at the end of your rant with a small chuckle.

You felt your face get hot. "Oh fuck off. Like you arent evenly as whipped for Sirius."

"Oh low blow." You just stuck out your toungue at him in response.

Remus then got a little more serious again. "Are you gonna tell him that you like him?"

You bit the inside of your lip. "I dont know Rem. I dont think he likes me like that and i dont wanna destroy something good yk."

"Yea i know what you mean." He looks over at Sirius.

You change the topic slightly. "So, uhh.. take the map tonight?"

He looks back at you with a grin. "Yea i got it. I'm gonna go back to the others. You finish that homework before you leave tonight."

"Yea, yea, whatever."

That night your walk to the astronomy tower is interrupted.

"Oi Potter!" You stop and turn around in surprise to see a ginning Evan Rosier.

"Rosier? What do you want?" 

"Oh nothing really" He is a bad liar. "Where're you headed to after curfew?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "I dont see why that is any of your business."

He knows. And you know that.

"Alright fine. I know you're meeting with Reg." You sigh and turn back around to continue your walk to the tower.  Evan quickly follows you.

"Listen, Reg kinda let it slip that you guys have been meeting up." 

"Okay? That still doesnt answer why youre talking to me right now."

"Well our Reggie seems pretty over the moon with you so i wanted to see for myself. He likes you you know. Like a lot." He is grinning from ear too ear now. 

But its what he said that makes you pause in your steps for a second. 

"What?"

"Oh yea, boy is smitten." He grins but immediately notices his mistake and his smile drops. "No wait. Forget i said that. You didnt hear anything okay?"

Your face is flushed now. Did Evan just tell you that Regulus likes you? Like... Like liked you?

"Uhm- Right."

"But just hypothetically... if you did hear something.... Would that something be reciprocated or not? Because if it was i wouldnt feel so bad for you hypothetically hearing something."

You dont even know what to say to that. You really didnt want to tell Evan about your crush on Regulus. Sure he trusts Evan but you really didnt know the guy.

"None of your business Rosier." You start walking again, while Evan just stays were he is. 

"Im taking that as a yes. Dont tell Reg that i hypothetically told you that. Im not ready to die yet." 

"Whatever Rosier!"

Your thoughts are racing. Regulus likes you. Except Evan is just trying to mess with you. But that doesnt seem like something he would do. Atleast not from what Regulus told you.

You are so in thought that you almost dont notice Regulus waiting when you reach the top of the tower.

You only snap out of it when you hear him call your name. 

"You good?"

"Hm? Oh yea. Sorry, just thinking." You sit down next to him, like always and pull out your pack of cigarettes. You kept stealing them from Sirius and he kept wondering how they keep dissappearing.

"About?" 

"Rosier just talked to me." You werent gonna tell him about the hypothetical thing Evan told you. But you were definetely gonna talk to him about the fact that Evan knew.

"Evan? Why?" He reached over, pulling a cigarette out of your pack without asking.

"He knows?" Was all you answered as you pull your lighter out of your jacket.

Regulus laughed nervously. "Uh- yea, i mightve slipped up on that. Sorry. I swear he wont tell anyone." 

"Its fine, you can tell your friends as long as they keep it to themselfs." You lift your lighter to light your own cigarette, when Regulus suddenly leans into your space to light his cigarette at the same time as yours. His face only centimeters away from yours. 

You flush. Fuck that was hot. He leans back with a slight grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Any of your friends know?" He asks as if he didnt just do that. Fucker.

"Well.. Remus knows. I didnt tell him. He figured it out on his own." You stammer out. 

Goddamn it. 

"Lupin? Makes sense. Hes smart. He knows everything." 

"Yea except for the fact that Sirius is painfully obvious in love with him. Thats the one thing he doesnt seem to notice."

"Wait what?" He seems confused. Shit. Did you just out Sirius to his brother? You thought he knew.

"Did- Did you not know Sirius is gay?"

"No, that much is obvious." Oh thank god. "I meant, Those two arent a couple?"

That makes you laugh. 

"No! They've been in love with each other for years but are the only ones that havent realized it yet."

Regulus is both surprised and amused by that information.

"They had me fooled. I thought they've been together for forever." He's barely holding back his laughter.

"Nope just incedibly dense. Both of them." 

Neither of you can stop the laughter at that point.

You think that this might be the most genuine laughter and smile you've ever seen from Regulus. 

Your laughter dies down a little as you look at him. His head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open in a bright grin as he laughs. He looks beautiful.

You just stare for a few seconds, with a soft smile on your face.

He stops laughing and notices your staring.

"What?" He asks, smile still on his face.

"You're Beautiful." You answer without thinking about it.

When you see his pale face flush a light pink shade in surprise you realize what you just said and look away in embarrassment.

"I- Uh- I mean.." Fuckfuckfuck. Why did you just say that. Its true yea, but still. Oh my god. You are such an idiot.

"So are you." Those three words are all it takes for your rambling thoughts to dissapper fully. 

Brain empty.

You look back at him. His face is still a little pink but he has a little smile adorning his lips.

You dont know what to answer so you just stare in silence. Evans words from earlier come back to your mind.

Well our Reggie seems pretty over the moon with you ,so i wanted to see for myself. He likes you you know. Like a lot.

FUCK. You are a goner at this point.

Luckily for you Regulus seems to notice your inner turmoil and changes the conversation to something easier without a second thought.

"So, did you finish that potions homework yet?"

You are honestly thankful thatt he is just able to do that. Make you think about something else.

But for the rest of the night, hell for the rest of the week all you can think about is that moment.

The next day all your friends can tell that you are even more in thought than usual but they know better than to press on it.

Except for Remus. Between classes he pulls you aside to ask what happened. You tell him everything. 

From Evans slip up to Regulus calling you beautiful.

"Thats great! To me thats a clear sign that he likes you too." 

"But Rem what if i'm misinterpreting?!"

"You literally have confirmation from his best friend."

You dont have more time to talk about it because both of you have to get to your next classes.

But you keep thinking about the whole thing.

You could tell that something had changed between Regulus and you. Not in a bad way, you dont think.

You caught him looking at you more often. During meals, during class, during your meetings. You noticed because you were also looking at him more often. 

Eye contact for a few seconds to long and smiling before one of you would look away.

This went on for about two weeks. How often had you thought about kissing him during those two weeks? You had lost count. 

Then one night, Regulus had just made a joke that you had both laughed at for far to long, and when you finally stopped you realized how close you faces had gotten. 

Regulus had noticed too.

You were staring at each other, you eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back up. Your tongue darting out to wet your lips in a nervous tick as you caught his eyes looking at your lips too.

You subconciously moved even closer, noses now centimeters away from brushing against each other.

Regulus is the one that asks in almost a whisper "Can I kiss you?"

You cant get any words out so you simply nod your head ever so slightly.

Regulus leans towards you, closing the gap between you in a soft kiss. 

Its not heated, not rushed, its slow, soft and full with emotions.

Its perfect.

When you part, neither of want to fully pull back. Your noses still almost touching.

After a few second you gain your voice back and admit in a whisper.

"I really like you Regulus"

"Merlin I would hope so." He answers with chuckle. "I like you too."

You lean in to kiss him again. 

And again.

The rest of that night included a lot more kisses. As well as a talk about what you you were to each other. You were glad about that. Not knowing would have killed you probably.

You both came to the conclusion that you wouldnt be telling people (Except the ones that you trusted) but that you are in fact dating.

You wished that you could stay like that all night but unfortunately both of you needed sleep.

"Goodnight Reg" 

You kissed him one more time before starting to walk away, his hand in yours as long  as you could.

"Goodnight mon cherie." You smiled to yourself all the way back to your dorm.

The next morning Remus knew. He just knew it from one look at you. You were honestly so glad that he knew and you were able to tell him everything.

The last few months until summer went well. Hang outs, kisses and talking. Regulus also at some point properly introduced you to Evan. Honestly the two of you hit it of really well. 

The closer summer got, the more nervous both you and Regulus got. 

He would have to go back to his parents and you wouldnt be able to write each other without his parents asking questions.

You spent the last night before summer in eachothers arms, telling him to be careful. You didnt want to part from each other but reluctantly did so right before sunrise with a long, loving kiss.

That morning both of you kept stealing glances at each other, Remus doing his best to ease your worries.

On the platform you barely had enough time to see Regulus dissappear with his parents.

"You coming?" You turned around at James question.

"Yeah."

The first half of the summer was pretty uneventful, even though you still worried about Regulus.

For the second half, Remus had joined your family.

A week later you were helping your mother prepare dinner when you heard a soft knock on your front door.

Confused you turned toward Euphemia.

"Are we expecting someone mum?"

"Not that i know of. Would you mind checking who it is darling?"

"Sure." You quickly put down the plate you were previously holding and went to answer the door.

On the other side was the last person you expected to see. 

"Reggie?" Your voice filled with worry and almost a whisper. 

Regulus looked bad. Almost worse than Sirius when he appeared at your doorsttep a year and a half prior. He was bleeding and bruised, and looked like he was minutes away from keeling over.

His eyes met yours, filled with tears that were steadily flowing down his cheeks.

"I didnt know were else to go..." His voice was hoarse like he had been screaming and shaky from crying.

Before he had even finished his sentence he had stepped towards you, nearly falling into your arms. You hugged him back while pulling him back into the house with you with a small "cmon..".

Inside you let go of him, carefully guiding him into the living room and onto your couch only stopping near the kitchen to yell to your mother.

"Mum! We need the healing kit!"

Your mother immediately stuck her head out the kitchen door to see what was going on.

"Oh dear." She quickly left to get the kit.

Meanwhile you had carefully sat Regulus onto your couch,sitting next to him and holding his hand, scared that hugging would hurt him. You didnt need to ask what had happened. That much was pretty obvious.

"Regulus." You urged him to look at you with a small squeeze of your hand. "Hey.. Its gonna be okay. Your safe now. I promise."

He didnt answer but layed his forehead onto your shoulder and squezed you hand back. He was still crying although not as hysterically anymore.

Euphemia entered the room, healing kit in hand and carefully sat infront of Regulus on the floor. You had done this before so she knew to be careful as not to scare him.

"Regulus right?" Her voice was soft and quiet as if she was talking to a scared animal. He didnt react so you nodded at your mother to confirm that she had the right name.

"Regulus, I'm gonna heal you now. But i have to touch you for that. Is that alright with you?"

Regulus nodded ever so slightly with his head still against your shoulder. Euphemia caught the slight movement and immediately started to examine the extent of his injuries before starting to heal them one by one. It would take a while and she wouldnt be able to heal all of them fully right that moment. It had been the same with Sirius.

You quietly soothed him through all of it. Continuing to hold his hand, your thumb stroking over the back of his hands while you whispered comforting words into his ear.

Unfortunately in the middle of all this our brother and Sirius had decided to make their entrance.

"Hey mum, is dinner almost ready?" James asked while he and Sirius came down the stairs.

But before Euhemia could answer you heard both boys exclaim at the same time.

"What the fuck??!"

"Regulus?!"

Both of you looked up at them at the same time. Regulus face still stained with tears and blood.

Sirius made his way over in a instant, sitting beside your mother and grasping Regulus other hand in his bigger ones. His eyes were filled with worry. Of course they were. Even if him and Regulus werent on good terms, he was still his brother. And seeing him like that made him fall back into that role within seconds.

"Shit, what happened?? Did they..??" He didnt finish his sentence. He didnt have to. Because he also knew. 

Regulus started tearing up again and turned his head towards you to try and hide it.

You instantly hugged him against you in comfort, your second hand reaching up to the back of his head to cradle it against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"Sssh, its okay Reg." Your face pressed against the side of his head a told him that.

Your eyes met James over Regulus head. He just stood there perplexed. Not only was Regulus fucking Black bleeding in his living room, but he also cuddled up close to his sister like they were close.

You knew that you had a lot of explaining to do later, but right now you had different priorities.

So you ignored James and continued talking to Reglulus in a quite voice to help him calm down, occasionally pressing little kisses to his temple and hair.

When your mother was done, she slowly got up. "I'll leave you guys alone for a bit. If you need something just call." 

She left the room at the same time as Remus entered, having come down to see what was taking the boys so long.

Remus quickly hid his surprise at the fact that Regulus was here and simply asked "Is he okay?".

You simply looked at him and said "He will be."

After that you all sat in silence for a few minutes, only disruted by Regulus quiet sniffeles.

When he had finally calmed down again he still refused to let go of you.

Remus was the first to speak up. 

"I think he should take a shower, get all that blood of him. Prongs, Padfoot, wait in the kitchen well join you in a minute." 

Both boys started to protest but Remus wasnt having it and herded them to the kitchen looking back at you for a second.

" I got it Rem."

You helped Regulus up, guiding him to the bathroom.

Once you were there you closed the door behind you and turned towards Regulus.

He grabbed you by your hips and pulled you towards him. Being close to you always comforted him.

You reached up to carefully hold his face in your hands. 

"Are you okay?" Worry was evident in your eyes and voice.

"Now that im with you i will be." He answered quietly, leaning down to lay his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

Your quiet moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hey." Remus. "Can i come in? I got you some clothes."

You pulled away from Regulus and opened the door, stepping aside slightly so Remus could hand Regulus the stack of dark clothing. 

"They're Sirius, so the should fit you." He then looked at you. "They have a lot of questions. You should come downsairs and talk to them."

You sigh. This was what you were scared of. "Okay, I'll be down is a few."

Remus nodded and sent one last smile at the two of you before leaving.

You turned towards Regulus again. "Do you need help with anything or are you good?" 

"I think im good" And then quieter. " Thank you. You dont understand how much all of this means to me." 

You smile at him and step closer to press a small kiss to his lips. "Of course. Im here for you. Always." Before leaving him to shower, closing the door behind you.

You take a deep breath before beginning your way to the kitchen. Halfway there you could already hear your brother.

"Why are you so calm about this Moony?! Did you know?!"

"Prongs will you calm down?"

"No-" 

All conversation halted when you entered the kitchen, all eyes turning to you.

James looked both confused and near furious and Sirius just looked confused. Like he wasnt sure what to make of the whole situation yet.

"Explain." Is all James said as he said down at the table and pointed at the chair across from him.

You said down and so did Sirius next to James, and Remus, next to you.

"After summer last year, I've started to go to the astronomy tower at night. Just for some peace and quiet, away from everything you know. 

One night he was there too. A few days after school start. He didnt really say anything. We just sat together. He didnt look good. Like, really tired and he had this giant bruise on his face. He had it hidden during the day, but that night i saw it. I didnt say anything about it, but i knew it was from his parents. 

After that night we just kept meeting there. We didnt talk, we really just sat in silence with each other. At some point i started to tell him about my day. He never said anything but he also kept coming."

You looked from James betrayed eyes down to your hands that layed intertwined with each other on the table.

"Then after christmas break, he looked so much worse than before. And that night he broke down. And he told me everything. About his parents. And how much worse the got after Sirius left." 

Your eyes flicked to Sirius face. Guilt written all over it.

"After that we just started talking to each other. About anything. He even introduced me to a few of his friends. They're honestlyy really nice. They dont support their parents ideas really. And a few months ago..."

You looked at Remus. His expression encouraging you to continue. 

Fuck it. Just rip of the bandaid.

"A few months ago we kissed and we've kinda been dating since then." Your eyes were glued to a little scratch in the surfice of the table. Refusing to meet James or Sirius glances.

"WHAT?!"

"Prongs. Calm down. I think they're good for each other. Its their life. Not yours." Thank merlin that Remus exists. You didnt know what you would do without him.

"How long have you known about is Moony?!"

Remus looked down for a second before meeting James eyes again. "Right before christmas."

James was about to answer something probably dumb, when Sirius suddenly turned towards you.

"I cant believe you wouldnt tell me you were in a relationship."

You chuckled nervously. "Thats the part that bothers you about this?"

"YES! And also I'm trying to focus on something that isnt the fact that your DATING MY LITLE BROTHER... so i dont freak out." You could tell that he was really trying.

"Im sorry i didnt tell you. I was just worried how you would react." You said apologetically.

"For good reason." Remus mumbled making you smile slightly.

James face softened. "Well.. as much as i dont agree with this. And i dont. For the record. Remus is right. Its your life. But if he tries to pull something you tell me alright? And ill take care of it."

"Oi thats my little brother your talking about!" That made you smile. At least they're trying. "But seriously, if he tries something you tell us." 

"He wont. But thank you." You smile at them. Remus laying his hand on your shoulder making you look over at him.

Then Sirius half joking, half serious voice makes you look at him again.

"But seriously my brother? Why? Out of everyone."

"Wow Sirius. I feel kind of attacked." At the sound of Regulus voice you quickly turn around.

He stood a meter behind your chair , black hair wet and tousled, his tall slim frame clad in a pair of black sweatpants and a black sabbath shirt. 

"Reg. How're you feeling?" Your voice was still filled with worry even though Regulus already looked a lot better. You held your hand out towards him, beconing him closer.

He took your hand, walking over to sit in the open chair to your left. Remus being on your right.

"Better." He said a soft smile on his face, as he just looked at you for a moment.

You smiled back at him before saying "I think we should get mum back and finish making dinner. You hungry?" 

"Starving." It sounded like a joke but honestly with his parents you could never know.

"Remus, make sure they're being civil okay?" You spoke as you got up, squeezing Regulus shoulder in passing. "I'll be right back."

Just as you left the room you could hear Sirius whine. "Moony we're always civil! I dont know what they mean."

"Yea yea Padfoot whatever you say." You could pracicaly hear the adoring smile in Remus voice.

Surprisingly when you came back with your mother, no one was dead. 

Your mother had pulled both you and James with her to help with the food, giving him the perfect oppertunity to keep asking you annoying questions about you and Regulus. 

Remus offered to set the table, giving Sirius and Regulus a chance to talk. Something they hadnt properly done in years. You didnt hear what they said but it ended in a hug so at least it was good.

Dinner was kind of awkward. Your Dad having to quickly be filled in on what happened when he arrived in the kitchen.

Regulus was given the guest room to sleep in, Remus had been sleeping in James and Sirius room anyways. So when you were sure he three boys were in bed you snuck into the guest room, cuddling up with Regulus under the blanket.

"I saw you speaking with Sirius earlier." He hummed in reply, his face hidden in your hair, his left arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Did you talk everything out?" You turn slightly in his hold so you could look a him. Your faces now right infront of each oher.

"Not everything. Thats gonna take a while. But he apologized. Its a start." His voice was low and tired.

" Thats good. I know how much you both missed each other." Again he simply hummed in response.

"I think we should sleep." You say with a grin. "You're barely awake anyway." Another hum.

You lean forward for a soft kiss. He kissed back. "Goodnight mon cherie."

You smile. "Sleep well Reggie." 

He cuddled back into you, his face against your neck, arms holding you close, legs tangled with yours.

You smile at his almost asleep form. 

He was okay. 

He was safe.

And he was yours.

And maybe. Just maybe. You would be okay.

[pandora15]

Angstpril 2024 Day 1 Prompt: Homesick

It’s so silent.

Growing up in Mos Espa, Anakin is used to the sounds of speeders, ships, travelers, merchants, and the occasional sandstorm pulsing through the night. He is used to a maelstrom of sounds surrounding him as he goes to sleep every night, accompanied by the sounds of his mother moving around their hut as quickly and silently as she can.

Even though Anakin heard her every night, there was comfort in hearing her motions. It meant that she was there with him — no matter what he dreamed, she would be there in the morning, smiling.

His mother was his biggest comfort, growing up.

To be away from her, away from Mos Espa and all the sounds the night would bring, feels so unfamiliar and uncomfortable that Anakin wonders if he will ever hear those sounds again.

For the first few nights, he was alright. He was excited — about becoming a Jedi, about being free and learning to be a Jedi from Master Qui-Gon. The emotions kept him up well enough to not realize just how much he missed being home.

But then the Battle of Naboo happened, Master Qui-Gon died, and now…

He’s sitting alone in this empty bedroom in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. 

They’d only just gotten back from Naboo about an hour ago. After a quick meeting with the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan had walked Anakin to the apartment — their apartment — opened the door to this bedroom, and told Anakin to go to sleep.

But it’s just too silent.

There’s no sound outside. No speeders, no ships, no travelers or merchants, and definitely no sandstorms.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Anakin sits up in the bed.

“Mom?” he whispers.  “I hope…I hope you don’t feel as alone as I do right now. I wish you were here right now. Maybe you’d know what to do.”

She doesn’t answer.

Of course she doesn’t — she’s too far away.

She’s home, and Anakin is…

Why is he even here? Obi-Wan barely talks to him, barely even looks at him. He put him in this quiet room as soon as they arrived, and now Anakin is cold and lonely and he can’t stand the silence of it all.

Slowly, Anakin gets up and makes his way to the bedroom door.

Then, he takes a deep breath and uses his hand to slide the door open — just a little bit.

A sliver of light enters the room — just enough for Anakin to be able to see through into the common space of the apartment, where a lone figure sits on the couch turned away from Anakin, curled into the corner, hands pressed to its face.

Anakin’s breath stills at the sight. He’s seen something he shouldn’t’ve. That much is obvious.

Quickly, he retreats back into the bedroom and lets the door slide shut.

He tiptoes back to the bed, sits down.

The only thing he hears now is the sound of his own breaths — shuddering, uneven.

Swallowing, Anakin opens his mouth.

“I miss you,” he breathes, into the night.

[fleatomatosauce]

Unfortunately, the fanfic about Jerry that I am writing is a South Park crossover

Enjoy if you freak with this….please tell me you freak with this PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE/silly

[lost4pandora]

Here's a funny lil idea I had with a Reader from HTTYD. I've sent the idea into the ask box of @cloudninetonine a while ago so you know. This is a gender neutral Reader that will be using they/them pronouns. It's not proofread so there might be a grammatical error here and there.

But otherwise, I hope you all enjoy!

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How Did We Get Here?

Well, this was a predicament and a half.

They stood in the midst of what appeared to be a forest, dense and flourishing with life. It was sunny and warm, making the rider's abundance of layers a bit too hot for their liking. Y/N shucked the bear skin cloak off and wrapped it around their waist, exposing their bare shoulders and accompanying tattoos. The top half of Y/N's body down to their knees was wrapped in navy blue clothing, accented by white and brown fur. Brightly colored fabrics also covered your midsection beneath the belts, carefully embroidered with silver thread.

A pair of dragon fang daggers gleamed at Y/N's sides, attached to the leather belt wrapped securely just above their waist. A myriad of pockets and pouches accompanied them, filled with a variety of things. A black mask carved from a large dragon scale depicting a wolven face was attached to another belt, curved fangs threatening to bite any hand that dared to come close. More leather strips were wrapped around their legs, securing their boots and holding yet even more pockets and sheathes for tools.

As Y/N took in more of their surroundings, the more confused they became. Weren't they just on a raider ship? At night? In the middle of the ocean?

A soft nose broke Y/N out of their thoughts, causing them to shift their gaze to meet worried lavender colored eyes.

Lux cooed, a gentle rumble reverberating throughout her whole chest in attempts to calm her rider's nerves. Her pupils were dilated to round ovals, showing that she was calm and friendly. She smiled without teeth-   literally, there were no teeth, only pink gums. It was endearing in an odd way.

Another noise caught Y/N's attention, a low growl that spoke of caution. They turned their head to see Rhae's hazel green eyes narrowed at her surroundings, her pupils contracted to wary slits. Her long ears were perked and her posture was stiff, she was on edge from the sudden change in scenery. Y/N couldn't blame her, it was all too sudden and too strange.

They revisited their memories of the event, for it was still fresh in their mind. Y/N was on a raider ship with their two dragons along with their mentor and her dragon. They were there to free the dragons trapped in cages. It was a simple mission that relied on stealth, something the trio specialized in.

They had freed the last one from its cage, encouraging it to flee and follow Valka and Cloudjumper to safety. They were about to follow, but… something happened.

Y/N laughed softly as the juvenile Deadly Nadder chittered, nuzzling them with its great snout. They gently pushed it away, scratching the side of its face before guiding it to the side of the ship and pointing to the horizon. There were silhouettes of other dragons flying off, the sound of their wing beats growing ever quieter the further they got.

Its pupils dilated and it spread its forest green wings, taking a few flaps to get itself off the ground and toward the others. They could see the figure of a Stormcutter in the distance, his rider atop his back and eyeing his surroundings for any stragglers.

Y/N lifted their mask slightly, cupping their hands around their mouth and blowing into them. A chirping whistle followed, the sound carrying through the air and to its intended target. The other masked rider tapped her dragon gently with her staff, signaling him to start flying off.

With no dragons left to be released, it was time for Y/N to leave as well. They clicked their tongue twice, calling for Rhae and Lux. The two bounded over with light footsteps, Lux being closest and dipping her body slightly for Y/N to hop onto her back.

Y/N looked toward Rhae, only to see the black dragoness standing tall with her ears up. A tell tale sign that danger was near.

The rider's hand ghosted over their dagger as they readied themself for a potential fight, Lux standing at her side with her teeth bared. Her snowy tail was curled protectively around her rider, and her wings were arched up and ready to take off at any moment.

There was silence for only a moment before an indiscernible figure lunged out from the darkness and toward the trio.

Rhae roared and placed herself between the shadow and her pack mates. She reared her body up, lurching her head forward to bite. The shadow dodged, swiping at the Night Fury's side and knocking her a good distance.

Lux let out a cry of outrage, opening her maw up wide as a familiar gas filled the back of her throat. Just as quickly as it happened, a plasma blast erupted from her jaws and straight toward her foe. It barely misses the shadow as it dodges the blast, hardly slowly down as it lunges toward the two of them.

Y/N could have sworn they heard something behind them and Lux, but they didn't have the time nor the thought to look when the shadow launched itself toward them. They hear a roar, turning their head to see that Rhae had gotten back up and was running toward them. She tackles the shadow as it tackles Y/N and their Light Fury.

The rider's vision faded to swirls of crimson and ebony.

….and then they woke up.

Right, that's how they got here. They were attacked and whatever was behind them must have been how they ended up here.

Y/N was never sure that something as broad a concept as magic existed. Hell, some of the dragons they've met could be described as magical. The world was vast and held more secrets than it ever did people. So they wouldn't rule it out as an improbability, no matter how outlandish it may have seemed.

Y/N sang out a soft kuln, garnering Rhae's attention as her eyes rounded out to smooth rectangles. They motioned the dragon closer and carefully pet Rhae's great head. The black dragon rumbled softly, calming down considerably.

"I think, for our first order of business…"

Y/N rubbed Lux's head when she nudged them to be pet as well.

"Is that we should find out where we've ended up."

All they needed to hear were their rumbles of agreement before mounting Rhae, and beginning their search.

[nikholascr0w]

Pandora Rosier is so underrated I love her with my whole heart. She is the light of my life and the reason I wake up in the morning.

[pandorapanther]

Comedy and Tragedy chapter 1

A DCA AU where Sun and Moon used to be from a theater. Loosely based on the clip from the next tales of the Pizzaplex book. I haven't written a story in like 10 years so please be patient with me as I relearn and don't be afraid to leave honest critique to help me improve.

TW: Mild blood and violence. Not a lot nor is it too descriptive as I work on relearning but it's there Ao3 link here: Comedy And Tragedy

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Sun was quickly ushered into his new daycare. The brightly colored space jarring from his normal well lit yet subtly colored theater space. He took the time exploring the surroundings, listening to the tune that played through the daycare, observing each possible craft and every toy, the possibilities for play seemed endless. It may be a drastic change but he was excited for it. He didn’t need to play a part here he could just be joyous, caring for children seemed simple enough, the idea of it all seemed freeing. He couldn’t help but smile as he bounced around getting ready for the day with the help of a Pizzaplex staff member who was there to settle him into his new role.

Finally it came time to open. As the doors opened he gave a gleeful wave introducing himself to all his new friends. The parents seemed apprehensive about a new attendant who isn’t human. The Staff assured the parents that Sun had the best coding done for the best child care possible. When the parents finally relented Sun was able to bring all the children into the daycare. He needed very little help from the staff member, playing with the children came naturally to him. They made paper dolls with plenty of glitter glue, played games like tag, had snacks, and more. Sun felt at home where he was. That was until the staff member called for a naptime.

Sun felt panicked as she walked towards the light switch. Fast as a flash he ran over and blocked her from it. She looked at him a little startled. After a moment though she huffed at him and spoke.

“Stand down Sun, it’s naptime whether you like it or not the lights go off.”

He eyed her hesitant but firm in his choices.

“No ma’am! The lights stay on! I don’t like the dark and you shouldn’t either.”

The staff attempted to move around him at the switch but he caught her and continued.

“He should never be let out. He is a dangerous villain and should stay put where he is trapped by the light.”

The staff continued to go for the switch as she spoke.

“Both your codes got an upgrade, it'll be fine. Moon is programmed to care for children now too during naptime. You have no naptime programming and wouldn’t do well at it with how loud you are.”

She finally pushed Sun out of the way causing him to stumble and fall. He turned in another attempt to stop her mouth open to say more, too late. The switch was flicked. The lights went off. Sun stared at them for a moment his rays brought in in fear. He took one last look at the staff member as she walked over to help him up. Then it went dark.

The staff member watched as the rays pulled in the bright colors on the animatronics body darking to nightly shades as if made like a mood ring or color changing cup. The bright blue eyes of Sun switched to dark red. The eyes quickly focused on the staff member as a nightcap slipped out of its compartment and onto his head. She felt a wave of danger as the gaze met hers but she steeled herself, crossing her arms over her chest to hide her nerves, and spoke.

“Finally you’re up, it’s time to put the kids down for a nap they’re already getting fussy. Get to it, you’ve already stalled long enough.”

Moon blinked at her, a menacing grin on his face. He didn’t like being talked to like a tool, he’s had enough of that from Sun and other theater staff. He eyed her, taking notice of the unfamiliar staff uniform, he finally looked up. This wasn’t the theater, this was someplace new. The bright colors assaulted his eyes in the darkened room. He noticed the huddle of kids waiting off to the side holding various plushies and blankets. This was a daycare, both his and Sun’s daycare. His code told him his new role. After a moment of processing an annoyed voice broke his train of thought.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Do what you were programmed for already so I can go to lunch.”

Moon tilted his head at her moving close, the grin never leaving his face. She hesitated, her confidence wavering. She briefly wondered how such a creepy bot would ever handle daycare duties but she shook that off. She pointed towards the kids before speaking.

“Stop focusing on me and do your damn job already you stupid robot.”

Finally, Moon snapped into action at these words. His eyes glowed a bit and he let out a menacing, dark chuckle. He lunged forward at the woman. His attack was swift and effective. Clawed hands plunging right into her. Her face widened in surprise as she stretched her arm out reaching for the switch. She fell short as Moon pulled his claws free letting her blood splash on him. He gave another creepy chuckle speaking in his dark rough voice.

“Nighty Night~”

He dropped the staff member to the floor feeling a tug on his leg. He let out a growl of annoyance as he turned to be face to face with the child who tugged on his pants. This caused the small girl to squeak and surprise and tremble. For a moment he felt angered by the fear she showed before, suddenly being caught off guard when the child held a toy towards him. She spoke, her voice small and nervous.

“Mister Moon, why were you two arguing?” 

she asked looking up at him slowly calming her voice evening out as she continued. 

“People shouldn’t fight! When she wakes up you two should apologize to each other and then hug lemme show you!” 

In the darkness of the room the child couldn't see the truth of what went down. She looked up into his red eyes with innocence as she hugged his leg. After a moment of startled hesitation Moon finally spoke, kneeling down to be closer to the girl’s height.

“You….aren’t scared of me? I’m the villain of every story. How do you not run away from me?”

The girl tilted her head curiously. She thought about her answer for a moment before speaking.

“The night shouldn’t be scary! Mommy and daddy taught me to be brave in the dark and love the night sky! Especially the Moon! You’re not scary to me! You’re a new friend, just like Mister Sun!”

Moon went silent and after a moment scooped up the girl into his clean arm. He walked over to the group of children carefully corralling them into their nap spaces. Once they were all settled he sat on top of a play structure overlooking them. Noticing the silence he started to sing a soft soothing tune in his deep voice. The silence was soon replaced with gentle snoring. Stopping his song he stood up and wandered the daycare exploring it quietly. He noticed the cable and grabbed it. They used these sometimes in the theater to fly around on stage. It was a forced path controlled by the theater crew but it was often more freeing allowing him to see past the ring of light that kept him on the stage.

He messed with the daycares cable a bit looking around for any staff that might control it. After a moment he slipped it on his hook with a small excited grin. Finally he was able to take off and control his own path. It felt so freeing, flying around the daycare without a care. Eventually he settled perching on a play structure looking down at the kids. He let out a gentle sigh. They didn’t see him as a villain. It was a new feeling, to be looked at with care and innocence from a child’s eyes. Maybe the daycare wouldn’t be so bad.

He was shocked to his senses soon enough with the creak of an opening door and a scream from a staff member who came searching for their missing lunch buddy. His eyes glowed as she lunged off the playset at the staff. Landing in front of the newcomer he growled out.

“Naughty, naughty. Nap time isn’t over yet and you just woke the children.”

Moon loomed over the man menacingly. The man was trembling, clutching a flashlight. He flashed it on it immediately being trained on the blood over Moon's body. Moon growled low, swatting the light away, his clawed fingers dragging into the man’s skin in the same movement. The man finally snapping into action ran for the lightswitch. Moon gave chase lunging for the man. Moon grabbed onto the man’s arm digging his claws in as the man strained for the lightswitch. Moon growled into the man’s ear.

“The lights stay off”

Moon’s warning fell on deaf ears as the man still straining managed to flick the switch to on. Moon winced as it all went bright. He released his claws looking at the children who, though still sleepy, looked at him in horror as they could finally see the red on his body as well as the terrified and injured staff. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when he was forced back into his dormant prison.

Moon’s cap slipped back into its compartment as Sun’s rays slipped out, the colors of his body brightening back to their cheery yellow, his eyes returning to their bright blue. He gave a hearty laugh as he waved to the children relieved to see them alright. He thought for a moment that maybe the staff was right and Moon’s code was okay. Until he heard a panicked voice behind him calling for emergency services. He hesitated, he didn’t wanna turn around, he knew what he’d find having seen it before. After a moment he relented, turning to face the injured staff 

member desperately trying to save his friend. Sun knew it was in vain though. A quick scan of her body showed no signs of life. He took a step forward to try and give the man first aid and comfort but the man snapped his head up with a hateful glare. He grabbed a flashlight from the floor, throwing it at Sun while yelling at him to go away. He tried to explain about the warnings but the man wouldn’t hear it. He just wanted Sun gone.

With a deep sigh, Sun looked around. Above the ballpit there lay a balcony with a hole in the wall. That must be where they are meant to recharge. He grabbed the cable quickly hooking it to himself and pulling himself up onto the balcony and into the room. The staff would take care of the kids and he knew it. All he needed to do was clean himself off and wait for the staff to call for him to give him consequences for Moon’s actions. Once again he would be the one to clean up after Moon. He knew it would happen eventually; he had just wished he could have felt free for just a bit longer. Once again though through Moon’s actions he’d be trapped somehow, he was sure of it.

[ghostedgrim]

Has anyone else noticed there's been a huge decline in fancfictions that have multiple parts with a storyline and/or don't contain smut/nsfw.

And I don't mean slow burns (Hell I haven't seen one in a year). So many fics these days are one-shot nsfw, multiple parts maybe with storyline but each chapter is smut.

Stories without the smut, or ones that are an actual multi-chapter slow burn, comfort, hurt-comfort, and such just don't seem to exist or when someone makes them it gets zero praise.

It's hard getting motivation because I'll make a post for a popular character/fandom but it'll get maybe 5 likes.

The lack of in depth story fanfics has made it hard to enjoy reading and writing fancfictions these days. I used to stay up all night reading 5-10 chapter long stories of a nsfw free slow burn, or intricate self-insert story.

Don't get me started on self inserts bro, they get so much hate. Gor forbid someone writes a story about their oc, especially if their character is shipped with a cannon character. I get you want a reader x character, but an oc x character are often so much fun simply because some people about COOK on their characters.

It seems the appreciation for fanfics has drifted from actual stories, to a crave to read porn.