#put regulus black in the hands of a nerd if you want him to feel loved

[katakosmos]

regulus black was a poet and, therefore, he loved ancient greek. if you study it, maybe you can understand the immensity of this statement; if you study it, you'll know that there aren't enough english words that, even lined up one after the other without making any sense, can define "ancient greek". but i'll try to explain it, because understanding this is understanding regulus; understanding regulus is understanding, at least in part, greek; and understanding greek is, well, understanding everything.

regulus black loved ancient greek and, therefore, he loved life. it was his from the first moment, he nurtured it. and if you think that that night in the cave regulus let it go, you're wrong: he clung to it with all his strength and, when it finally slipped from his hands, it was torn to shreds and full of scratches. because regulus dug his nails into its back until it bled, so it wouldn't go away.

θυμέ, άνα δέ. my soul, emerge from the waves.

a life, new, immense, full of possibilities: it was the greatest gift he had ever received. and maybe yes, it wasn't beautiful, it wasn't perfect. but it was his life, the only one he had. and he loved it.

regulus black loved ancient greek and, therefore, he loved beauty. which is not an unattainable canon, it's just harmony in forms; it's the balance of nature. and so regulus loved poetry (as sappho says in fragment 16, the most beautiful thing is what we love) because poetry is the maximum form of expression of beauty: it's a perfect harmony of words and sounds, which creates its own melody, and it's the basis of human expression. in poetry emerge the purest and most ferocious feelings, and reading greek verses is like being hit repeatedly in the face, suffocated with a wet cloth. it's the masochism of every classical student.

as a result, regulus loved ancient greek because it's the perfect product of a wonderful culture. greek is the language of poets, lovers, thinkers: everything that exists has a greek word that identifies it. everything you've ever felt has a greek word that immediately makes it poetry. and regulus, who has the soul of a poet, does not need english to live; english is bare, it reduces everything to an asphyxiating simplicity. no, he needs ancient greek. he needs complicated words, words that, in a few letters, contain the perfect key to understanding life, words without even a translation.

χαρμολύπη, joy and pain. a word for both, at the same time.

συνδιαμάχομαι, fight until the end together.

ιοίην, may i go further.

only ancient greek can express such deep concepts using a single word. and knowing greek allows you to know the world.

regulus understood this. and that's why he was a poet.

[berrieluv]

Shaving.

I'm sorry for writing this, it was a thought I had and I couldn't be in peace if I didn't write, my apologies.

Sirius Black x Plus Size!Reader. Summary: Sirius wants to help you to shave your pussy. TW. Characters are +18, modern AU, kinda sub Sirius?, mentions of pubic hair, reader doesn't like pubic hair, pussy kisses (? idk if that's a thing), mentions of Jegulus and Marlene x Lily. I was dying to use this photo.

I DO NOT SEE/DESCRIBE READER AS THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE.

Sirius found himself bored.

Even though everyone had much things to do, he would simply do what he feels like it. He wasn't dumb enough to spend hours and days studying for a test (he could get an approving grade without trying) but he sure wasn't enough of a nerd to spend hours and days studying (he knew he could never get straight A's as Lily, Remus, Regulus and his girlfriend do), but he and James were fine with just getting on the next grade.

Unlike him, James and Marlene (who parted ways with so each one could go and annoy their partner, trying to see who, between Regulus, Lily and you would get tired first and kick them out of the room) you were concentrated on your books, trying to get the best grades for every class you were taking.

"Baaaaaaby"

You heard Sirius crying, entering to the room. Your eyes were still fixated on your book and your tiny notes along side.

"Baby, please, listen to me"

You finally look up at his pleading tone of voice. You smiled when your eyes catch him, he was the prettiest boy you've ever seen (Sometimes you would tell him Remus was so you could piss him off. He would get extremely jealous, in a really, really childish way, because you used to have a crush with Remus and both of you had your fun back in your single days, which reminds unknown by Sirius or anyone. Jealous Sirius was the most adorable thing ever, but that's another topic). Sirius had cut his hair a few weeks ago, now it had started to grow and part of it was obstructing his face, like bangs, but he hated when you would tell him about his bangs.

"Yes?"

Sirius pouts at you for using that tone.

"Why do you hate me?" You sigh, knowing where this was going, and deciding not to put any more attention on him your eyes are back on your book, his reaction was pouting even more. "Looooooooove, please. Pay attention to me"

"You're such a whore attention, did you knew that, Sirius Orion Black"

He smiles and nods when you finally get up from your desk. Sirius opens his arms when he sees you walking to him, you hug him in response.

"I miss you so, so much"

"Sirius, we haven't been away for more than two hours this past days"

"Pleeease" He pleads, gaining a confused look from you. "Let me be inside of you"

You start to shake your head, laughing "No way"

"Why?"

"I'm working on my assignments" You quickly answer, going back to your desk "And I haven't shave"

Sirius pouts even more, looking adorable, he looks at you with puppy eyes and leans in your desk, his chest obstructing your book and you look at him with a smile. He wouldn't be insisting any more into you cockwarming him, he knows how much you hate to do anything sexual when you haven't shave, no matter how much he would tell you that pubic hair really doesn't bother him, you wouldn't allow anything to happen when it's too far from the day you shaved and too near from your shaving day.

Being your number one simp and fan, Sirius knew like the palm of his hand your period calendar along with your shaving calendar. So, being Saturday 13th, twenty days far from the day he knew you shaved, he knew you will have to do it between today and tomorrow.

"Let me shave you"

You look at him, now confused, and kinda disgusted. You didn't know why but to think about Sirius, your boyfriend, or any past person who was involved with you sexually, seeing you hairy would send a sensation of discomfort and disgust.

"No"

"Baby, please"

"No, Sirius"

"I knew you didn't love me no more"

"Sirius, stop"

"Pleeeeease, let me shave you, baby"

"No" You look at him, pushing him gently from your desk "Now shut up"

Sirius looks at you in silence for a second.

"I'll do all the steps you do" He pleads "I'll put your creams, your soap, everything"

Would it be that bad to give it a try? You really hated to shaved, but you hated even more pubic hair so that's basically what has got you through all this days.

"Fine"

That fine sounded more like a question than an affirmation but it was enough for Sirius, who ran to your bathroom to get all your stuff into that little car you first bough for books but ended being more useful for skin care.

"But I'm gonna keep studying"

Sirius nots and goes into the bathroom again, getting your towel to put it on the little couch you had in your room, placing it gently and instructing you to sit, you obey him, taking your book with you and getting off your pants and underwear before sitting.

You tried to not think about the hair. It wasn't an insecurity for you, you just hated it so much it was insane. So you concentrated on your book, glancing at Sirius who seemed really concentrated every now and then.

"You know how to start?" He shakes his head with a cute little smile, getting first your chemical exfoliant to start preparing the skin gently. "You ask me if you need to know something, deal?"

"Of course, love"

You smile at him and go back to your book. A few minutes later you couldn't process a single word the book has printed in it. You were totally obsessed with Sirius working on your pussy. If someone would tell you that your future and first official boyfriend would be shaving your pussy you wouldn't believe it, not in a million years. But it was Sirius Black, the boy who could make you feel comfortable with just being there, who would never say something hurtful towards you and who would never dare to disobey you because he was totally enamored with you and he hated you seeing you mad or crying.

"Love, I need you to spread your legs a little bit more open. Your skin is obstructing the sides of your pussy"

You laugh at the petition, gaining a look from him, smirking when he notices you have leave your book aside.

It was easier to just say that the fat in your tights was the one obstructing the way, but Sirius grew up with the idea that the word "fat" was bad, and insult, and the last thing he wanted was to insult you, and even though you have tell him, "fat" wasn't a bad word, and you didn't see it as one, he would still be very nervous to call you that.

He loved your fat, let's be honest. There was nothing more that Sirius loved than being trapped between your tights, or your belly when he would give you butterfly kisses, causing the extra skin on your belly to shake.

You jump a little when he tries to shave the curve between the tights and the pussy, failing on maneuver the razor and causing a little cut. Sirius looks at you totally scared when he sees the the red thread of blood going out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry, my love. I'm really sorry, I-"

"Sirius, it's fine. It was just an accident"

"But I hurt you, that was so irresponsible of me, I'm the worst boyfriend ever, I'm sorry, darling, I'm- Please don't hate me" He cries "Don't leave me away from your pussy"

You laugh at the last sentence and grab Sirius chin to pull him near to you for kiss.

"It's fine, Sirius, really. It happens too often to me"

After the kiss, Sirius looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Can I go on?"

"Did you finish already" He shakes his head slowly "Then go on, prince"

Sirius smiles shyly and goes back to his job. Kissing your tights in the place where he cut you.

"I'm sorry" He says, still looking at your pussy.

"I told you it's fine, Siri"

"I'm not talking to you" He says, incensed at your voice, going back to talking to your pussy a few seconds after. He leaves a kiss near to your clit, in the parts where he has already shaved. "Gotta treat my pretty pussy right. I wouldn't want her to get hurt, do I?" He speaks in a childish voice and you just laugh. "No, of course I don't want that, you're my favorite thing"

Almost twenty minutes later, Sirius finishes. He already applied your creams and everything.

"You need a cotton pantie, love"

"Mmh?"

"So it doesn't tickles"

"Oh, yeah, yeah" You say, getting out of your head, where your only thought was Sirius, concentrating in your pussy and only your pussy. Sometimes in you. You would jump sometimes to make him worry only for him to apologized to between your tights. "I'll go get them"

"No, my love. I'll go. I need my pussy to rest"

[spiltscribbles]

Hi love!! I just took a look at the prompt lists u have linked and the prompt “you said what to your teacher?” sounds like it could be absolutely hilarious if u wanna write something for that!! <33333

Notes: OMFG HIYA DAN BABEYYYY!!!! Thank you SO SO much you absolute angel face!!! This was the first thing I tried writing and actually enjoyed and just wrote it all at once in the middle of the night dlkfsajlkgjasdofiewghklsdgj THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

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You Said What To Your Teacher? | Send Me A Prompt💜

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“Do you remember when we were nine and I gave you my last sparkler because Regulus was crying that he wanted your purple smoke bomb and I was left with only my shitty poppers to throw when the ball dropped on New Year’s.”

Sub half way to his mouth and mobile lodged between his shoulder and ear, Sirius gently sets down his sandwich and dabs off the splatter of mayonnaise on his cupids bow as he tries to parse out what in bloody hell his best friend is blabbering on about.

“Oh, hi, Jem. Yeah I’m doing well, mate, thanks for asking. Works the typical grind but I think Minnie is about to give me that promotion any day now.”

“It’s a simple yes, or no answer, arse.” James retorts haughtily, sounding somehow frenzied and buoyant all at once.

“Pardon me, I thought we would just have a normal conversation like typical blokes,” Sirius sniffs, tilting back on his chair and clicking around on his desktop to look at the revised dimensions of a new building his firm was employed to begin constructing in south London. “Now remind me, my sweet. Was this the same New Year’s that you stuffed that stink bomb in the back of my shirt after stomping on it so it’d explode on me?”

“That is neither here, nor there.”

“I still feel the debris on my poor back on especially rough days.”

“You’re a twat.”

“And you’re acting dodgy.”

“I need a favor, and I thought a transactional proposition would be the sort of thing that you corporate types would appreciate.” James jabs, laughter in his words. Sirius just hopes he could picture the middle finger he’s emulating through the line.

“Just because you’ve completed residency doesn’t make you a special snowflake, you do realize this, correct?” Sirius tells him, already shooting a message to Minerva and his team that he’ll be jetting off a bit earlier so he could do whatever it is that James needs.

“Slander! It makes me the most special snowflake, Black. And it eats you up inside.” James retorts, moving away from the receiver to yell something towards one of his interns about a patient or the other.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, gorgeous. Now are you going to ever tell me what it is you need from me, or keep trying to get in my trousers, because listen either option is aces on my end. I’ll just add it to the document I send Lily every week about how I’m so obviously your dream partner.”

“It always just comes back to your burning jealousy that I chose her over you, doesn’t it?” James pretends to sigh forlornly. “Listen, my love. It’s not my fault that some birds are just born prettier than others.”

“Psha, I’m the prettiest fucker you know, Potter.”

“It’s the attitude for me, just absolutely no decorum about you.”

“Is this about that snag with me teaching Haz how to properly curse at a United fan?” Sirius asks, moving to collect his satchel and jacket. “Because I stand by that. We’re a fucking Arsenal family, damn it.”

“We were at brunch when he called that poor woman a weasel faced toad, Sirius.”

“Good man,” Sirius insists, waving goodbye to the secretary who always gives him the most devoted heart eyes.

“Well, speaking of the sprog. I’m stuck here with a new bout of paperwork to get someone transported to us from a hospital in the states, and Lily’s stuck in the maternity ward till at least nine.”

“Ooo, a bit of God father/God son time then??”

“With great power, comes great responsibility,” James says gravely.

“What have I told you about your shitty nerd references and how they give me a rash.”

“Spider-man isn’t simply for nerds you absolute pleb! There’s been three bloody franchisements for him in the past two decades!”

“Imma let Harry eat ice cream for dessert, I reckon.”

“Then you’ll have Lily to answer to,” James warns, still seething from the jibe. “And if you’re taking the bike, can you at least park a block away. This new school we’ve enrolled him into this year is well and proper, and I’d not want them to think that our son’s God father is some sort of ne’er-do-well.”

“You put respect on Rosco’s name, or so help me!”

“Right, right, the only constant love in your life.”

“She’s the only one who understands me.”

“ Whatever, just try and behave decently, will you?”

“Hah, and why wouldn’t I?” Sirius asks as he tosses his helmet into the air, patting Rosco in apology for James’s impertinence.

“Hmm, we’ll see, won’t we.” James says in an irritatingly ominous tone before clicking off the line.

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There are a lot of reasons why Sirius could hate James. He could hate him for forcing Sirius to join him on his morning runs, or hate him for his intensely perky attitude about every sodding thing. Hell he could probably hate him for his complete disregard of the mad sport that is American football. But all that withstanding, Sirius reasons that for today he’ll hate him for his cryptic fucking warning and how he knew this would happen and is probably cackling over it as he fills out a new set of discharge papers.

That absolute, unceasing, weasel faced, toad.

The ‘this’ that Sirius is referring to of course is the fact that Sirius is left dumbstruck and gawping as he strolls leisurely into Harry’s third year class, eyes roaming over the small cluster of children who had stayed after hours for extra tutoring and who are now just lounging around, waiting for a guardian to come and pick them up. But instead of first spotting the dark head that belongs to his God son, Sirius’s gaze focusses on a man… A very fit, very golden, very beautiful man. A man that’s all lithe limbs and honey eyes, and a small, quietly encouraging smile as he kneels down to chat with a blonde girl who’s got on a blue tutu and rainbow poncho.

“Fuck you James Potter,” Sirius hisses lowly to himself as he tries to collect his wits about him, and remind himself that flirting with his God son’s actual, fucking professor is not a thing that is approved of.

“Uncle Pads!”

Sirius starts, feeling suddenly grounded as Harry bounds towards him and hugs his torso with a tight squeeze. “Hiya Prongslet,” he says, grinning indulgently as he ruffles a hand through Harry’s wild mop of curls.

“Am I coming to yours then?”

“If you’ll have me,” Sirius winks, tapping the bridge of his specs fondly.

“Brilliant! I’ll just tell Professor Lupin.”

Oh, that’s a very sexy name if Sirius does say so himself, though he tries not to marinate on the fact as he waits patiently while Harry leads that absolutely delicious looking man towards him. And God, the way he’s tipping back his head only slightly to meet Sirius’s gaze— It’s lewd.

“You’re Harry’s God father, yes?” Is the first thing Professor Lupin says to him, stretching out a hand that’s all long fingers stained by ink, and knobby knuckles that Sirius suddenly has the insane craving to nip at.

Jesus, he needs to get himself the fuck together.

“Ahem, yes, yes. I’m that. I’m Sirius I mean— Oh, my name, and erm— I’m also serious that I am his God father, that is a thing.” Sirius rambles, feeling like a complete idiot as he takes hold of Remus’s slender hand into his own, and shakes it with two, awkward pumps— holding onto it for a beat too long.

Sirius repeats, fuck James Potter.

“Right,” Professor Lupin says with something akin to amused. “Well he’s only got his maths to finish tonight, and a bit more reading for history.”

“Oh, good. I’ll definitely help with that. I’m great with numbers.”

“Wonderful,” Professor Lupin nods at him before peering down at Harry and grinning widely. “You did great today, just keep up with your novel for Professor Meadows and you’re splendid. Yeah?”

“Thank you Professor Lupin,” Harry preens, chest puffed out not unlike how James had used to do back in their school days every time they won a footie match.

“Nice meeting you Mr— ah?”

“Black!” Sirius quickly offers, straightening up immediately like a rose bud stretching towards the sun. “Sirius Black.”

The corner of Professor Lupin’s mouth twitches up, and Sirius is struck with the searing need to see the full force of his smile directed towards him— and also to snog it right off. “Remus Lupin, just to make things even.”

And fuck.

Sirius swears— hand on his chest and face to God— that it was a flirtatious inflection that Professor Lupin— Remus— used right then, but before he can even have the chance to toy around with the development, a mother in yoga pants and Starbucks strolls in and Remus walks over to greet her hello, and before Sirius knows it, Harry’s tugging on his hand and dragging him out the room.

Damn it.

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Despite his total and complete fail of a first meeting with Harry’s sickeningly attractive professor, the rest of the night turns out to go as perfectly as planned. Otherwise known as them stuffing themselves with greasy pizza, and heaps of ice cream, and staying up an hour past Harry’s typical bed time to play Far Cry instead. And if Sirius contemplates asking him more about this elusive Remus Lupin, he bites down the urge and concentrates on sticking his spoon onto his nose before Harry could beat him in their match.

It’s totally fine.

That is until it’s six o’clock in the ruddy morning and he’s woken up by the loud knocking of his front door, only to be met by the grossly chipper faces of Lily and James— that sort of glow is only a thing that happens after a good shag, and Sirius knows that for fact.

“We brought pasties,” Lily tells him as she sashays indoors, red main of hair billowing in the late autumnal breeze and her voice ringing out like she’s some sort of radio show host.

“How was last night?” James asks him as he toes off his boots and follows Lily to the kitchen.

“Fine,” Sirius gripes, still pissy from James’s cruel joke. “Haz is always great.”

“Mmm, I hope Remus didn’t give you any trouble picking him up, you’re on the paperwork and everything but it’s the first time he ever met you and all.” Lily says, faux lightly as she picks out the plates and turns on the electric kettle.

“You knew!” Sirius accuses emphatically, pointing a heated finger her way and then directing it towards James.

“Knew that he is exactly your type?”

“And that you’d look like a tosser talking to him for the first time,” Lily tacks on, giggling.

“Fuck you, and fuck your weird, married telepathy!”

“Nah, not telepathy mate,” James assures, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re just incredibly predictable.”

“We’d have to be thick not to know that you’d be a total idiot around him— You’re the worst whenever you have to talk to pretty people who you actually want to do more than just screw.”

Sirius feels himself go scarlet. “That is an attack on my person, Evans!”

“Yes, dear. I know.” Lily croons, patting him on the cheek like a doting grandmother. “But does it help that I think you should totally go for it.”

“Lily! He’s our son’s teacher!”

“Only for this year,” Lily shrugs, sitting on a stool that lines the island. “Besides, I really like Remus. We have the same cycling class and he taught me how to make my face into an emoji like I’m a Kardashian.”

“You guys talk about’m like he’s the second coming of Christ,” James harrumphs, doling out their mugs with a scowl.

“He’s just so pretty,” Sirius sighs, beyond dejected. “Did you see that little birthmark on his cheek that looks like a butterfly! And Jesus, his eyes are like a third of his face!”

“Don’t forget how well he fills out those trousers for such a skinny bloke,” Lily adds, mixing the honey into the tea that James had just poured her.

“I alas did not get a chance to give his ass the appraisal it warrants,” Sirius bemoans.

“I very much do not like the idea that my best friend and wife are thirsting over the same bloke.” James sniffs.

“Jealous, lover,” Lily leers, laughing at how James wrinkles his nose at them and kisses his cheek in reassurance. But Sirius doesn’t pay them any of his attention, is too distracted by painting the picture of Remus in his mind’s eye, and how he really does need a second look if he loves himself at all.

“He’s like those caramel lollypops from when we were kids,” he tells them unceremoniously. “But instead of that tart middle, he’s just sweetness through the center.”

“You want to lick him, huh?” Lily asks, smirking at him with a lecherous air.

“I want to lick him until he goes mad and begs me to just flip’m over and—“

“Enough!” James quickly cuts in with a smack of the hand against the countertop. “This man is Harry’s professor, I can’t have these sort of images of him while I go to pick him up after class.”

Sirius jerks forwards, beyond excited. “Then let me pick up Haz from school today, yeah? It’ll give me a chance to speak with Remus!”

“Why do you want to talk to Mr Lupin?”

The three adults turn around at once, met by the image of Harry in the spare uniform he keeps at Sirius’s house— hair sleep rumpled and specs askew.

“Hallo my beautiful boy,” Lily grins, her and James each kissing his cheek and giving his shoulders a squeeze as he sits between them.

“Why do you want to talk to Professor Lupin, Uncle Sirius.” Harry asks again, earnestly as he tares apart his cheese and veggie pasty. “Do you like him?”

“Oh, erm—“ Sirius feels his insides squirm, not sure where to step, afraid that his God son might not appreciate the fact that Sirius’s already planning out a reception party for his impending nuptials with Remus.

“I think it’d be cool if you did.”

And in an instant, Sirius feels his shoulders loosen and his smile go elastic. God he loves this kid. “yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Harry nods, taking a sip of his water to clear his throat. “Ron told me that Professor Lupin use to be married to his Uncle Fabs and then they broke up last year, so I bet he’s sad now. And you’re the best person on the planet and you always have fun! You should make him happy again.”

Sirius’s heart seizes, suddenly needing to be the person to help Remus with anything he could ever need.

“You’re a diamond kiddo, you know that?” Sirius says, standing up to lift his eight year old God son into the air and blowing a raspberry to his cheek. “Shove it to your dad, you’ll be my best man at the wedding, yeah?”

“Imma need to start smoking if he’s gonna be this much of a prat all the time now,” James mutters lowly, making it so Lily crows with laughter.

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That afternoon finds Sirius parked back outside Harry’s school, straightening the collar of his jacket and combing a hand through his hair. Though once he steps into the nearly emptied classroom, he’s still slack jawed when Remus looks over his shoulder towards the door and grins at him in such a glimmering sort of way, that it punches Sirius in the fucking solar plexus!

“Mr Black, twice in one week?”

“Hah— Yeah.” Sirius hopes his smile comes out more gentle than a grimace. “It’s not far from my work, actually. So I guess I’ll be around more often.” In fact, the drive is a good twenty minutes from his office, but Sirius doesn’t think that’s really relevant.

“Lucky us.” Remus retorts, looking up and down his frame with a slow, languid sort of gaze that makes Sirius feel filleted right open. “Well I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“You can know whatever you want,” Sirius practically sputters, wonders if he should try and act cool, especially now that Harry’s wandered over towards them.

“Is that an open offer?” Remus asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and lying back leisurely against his desk.

“Yes. Yes, absolutely.”

Remus’s beautiful face goes absolutely incandescent right then. “Good.”

“Good,” Sirius repeats, completely devout.

“Oh, before you go,” Remus says, pointer finger raised to freeze them while his other hand fishes into a drawer of his desk. “It’s not a caramel pop, but at least the Tutsi ones are sweet all the way through.”

Sirius feels his jaw completely drop while Remus gently places the stick of the treat into his open hand, tossing him a quick wink before walking off to chat with a new parent who had wandered in.

“Harry— You said what to your teacher.”

“That you said he looked like a caramel pop,” Harry answers, totally owlish and unconcerned.

Sirius contemplates drowning into the lake, but then decides that this is a game he will not lose against Remus.

“All right, Prongslet. Let’s grab us some chocolate eggs and you can tell me everything you know about your dear Professor.”

“Okay, Uncle Pads,” Harry beams.

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[sweeethinny]

I wish you could do a sirius / hestia fic where you chat in the gryffindor common room (yes I like to think that she is from Gryffindor) as friends and he realizes he likes her💜💜💜

Well, first, thank you very much for sending this ask, I know I was late, sorry

I also think that Hestia is from Gryffindor, and I hope you like it (all of them are in the seventh year)

I realized that you asked about Sirius talking to her as a friend, but I like to think that here in the fanfic he really thought it was just a passing thing, and that he still saw her as a friend, and the drink touched his feelings and made him realize that maybe not. I hope you like it anyway, it's a little angst, but that's okay

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'Alone?' Sirius leaned down to whisper in her ear, laughing softly when he saw her jump on the couch, the cup of tea almost falling out of her hand.

'Fuck, Black.' Hestia screamed, uncrossing her legs under her and going to sit on the other pillow, giving him space. ‘I hate it when you’re silent.’

'Well, if I hadn't been, maybe we would have been caught almost every day for the past few years.' He smiled, sitting next to her, his arm stretched out on the back of the sofa, his fingers almost touching Hestia's shoulder. ‘What are you doing here alone?’

'Thinking. You? Oh, don't tell me, let me try to guess... Did you just come back from a night out with some pretty girl? Or, no, you were trying to ask this girl out.'Hestia laughed at herself, watching him as if she expected Sirius to back off or agree with her, but all he did was laugh and bow a little more again, getting more near her. This time his hand touched her shoulder, also feeling some curls.

'Only if that pretty girl is you.' If Sirius' ego was fragile, it would break in the same second that Hestia laughed, her head thrown back and her cheeks flushed almost the color of wine that he, Remus and James had drunk a few hours ago, while they were trying to convince Peter to drink too.

Something inside him seemed to get even bigger now that he had made her laugh.

'You are drunk.' Hestia wrinkled the round nose that Sirius had spent too many hours admiring, in the last History class. He started to worry about how everything in his mind always managed to turn to her.

He was getting tired of always waking up hard after dreaming about her.

‘It makes no difference.' Sirius walked away, a little tipsy from her scent, something like vanilla and jasmine. 'But,' He changed the subject, maintaining his composure. ‘Really, what are you doing here?’

'I already said, thinking.' She shrugged, gently pulling out a curl that had fallen in front of her eye.

'Thinking about when I would finally come to ask you out?' He smiled confidently, trying to ignore how the shirt she wore seemed to perfectly design her breasts.

'Actually, I was thinking about whether or not to accept Ed's request.' At that moment something inside Sirius broke, he could even hear the sound of shards on the floor if the voices in his head weren't so loud. He would blame alcohol for the sudden dizziness he felt.

'Who?' Sirius frowned, still a little lost.

'Edmund, you know, from Ravenclaw.' She started talking non-stop then, details that Sirius was unable to hear or pay attention to, only being bombarded by conflicting feelings and a pain in the pit of his stomach that he had never felt.

It was like the worst hangover ever, and maybe it could be even worse.

Sirius struggled to remember this boy, the drink seemed to slow him down a little, but nothing that would not allow his chest pain to increase at a speed that could easily kill him, he thought.

Edmund was a fucking nerd, Sirius shouted to himself, remembering seeing the boy always stuck in the library, bragging about his good family and always seeming to keep his nose up. It was as if he were a Regulus, but with a good and Ravenclaw family.

Sirius had to put his hand over his eyes to try to stop the madness that his mind became, his heart seemed to ache just like his head.

He should have known that Remus was wrong when he said that he noticed Hestia looking at him, and that Moony should just be mistaken and not realize that it was for fucking Mr. Perfect.

'Are you okay?' Hestia asked, her hand touching Sirius' shoulder. He wanted to throw up.

‘Yes, I… I think the wine didn’t do me very well. I was on an empty stomach.' He tried to smile, even though his throat seemed to scratch as if he had swallowed sand.

So this was how James felt when he saw Lily kissing another one?

No, Sirius thought, it couldn't be that way, because first he would have to like Hestia just like James did with Lily, and Sirius knew he was too good, or too empty, to like someone. No, that was wrong, it was the wine that had made him feel that way.

Suddenly his father's voice, muffled by the closed door, resonated in Sirius' mind. It was as if he suddenly fell back into the Black family house, still 11 years old, kneeling in front of his father's office to try to find out what he and his mother were discussing so much. Sirius tasted blood, realizing how he was biting his tongue to stay firm on Earth, something he did whenever he needed to remember exactly where he was.

'How are we going to take him? Do you think I want to be seen with... him?' His father murmured.

'Orion, do you think I want them to find out that he... he is in Gryffindor? Which Regulus can be influenced by him? Do you think I want Cissa to find out about this shame?’

'Sirius, are you really okay?' Hestia asked, pulling him back to the now. Sirius nodded.

'Yes, great.' He opened his eyes again, the vision focusing on her. 'And have you thought about whether to accept going out with him or not?' Sirius did not say his name, feeling a little nauseated yet.

'I don't know, I think it's going to be cool.' Hestia shrugged, a shy smile on her lips, her brown eyes shining in a way that Sirius knew was probably never shining when she talked about him. 'And you? And tell me the truth now, stop these games,’ She laughed. ‘Have you called someone yet?’

'Actually,' Sirius cleared his throat, wanting to buy time. 'I think I'm going to stick around, the boys and I have some... plans.' Or they would now, he thought, begging James not to have taken the courage and asked Lily out, or anything like that. Or that Remus had finally taken his head off his ass and gone to talk to that Hufflepuff girl. It would be too lonely to even think of Peter having someone to go out with, and Sirius to find himself alone.

He could smoke weed, it was always a good day for it, or maybe he just slept all day. The second option seemed much more striking, however.

'So you really weren't with a pretty girl before?' Hestia asked, seeming to hide a smile, as if she had caught him in the lie.

Sirius' chest burned, and he thought that if that was like liking someone, he didn't want it anymore.

'No pretty girl.' He tried to smile. 'But, hey, I'm going up. I just came to see if I found Peter… you know, he looks like a rat when he drinks, hiding in the corners.' Sirius lied. Hestia laughed, nodding, and what once seemed to fill Sirius' chest with pride, now seemed to break him into more pieces yet.

He wondered if she laughed like that with Edmund.

Well, but between making her laugh and being able to kiss her... Sirius sighed, not wanting to think about it.

The two said goodbye in what seemed like a friendly nod, each going up to their own dorm, but Hestia didn't look as miserable as he felt, and Sirius would blame Moony for the rest of his days for making him go through this.

‘Did you ask her out?’ Peter was the first to ask, still sitting on the floor next to James’s bed, where Moony was lying, looking up at the ceiling like a great drunk he was. James was not in the room.

'She goes with someone else.' It was the only thing he said, falling on his own bed, tired even to change his clothes.

Sirius was happy that Remus was too drunk to argue about, or that Peter didn't talk about feelings so much, and that James wasn't there to play the group's adviser.

Closing his eyes and hiding under the cover like a child, Sirius allowed himself to be miserable.

It was horrible to like someone, he thought, he would rather die than have to feel it again.

[remywrites5]

hiiii i really love your blog and i may or may not have spent the weekend binge reading your posts.... 😂 anyway i’ve had a kinda shitty day and i was wondering if you could maybe write something with james x regulus? if not that’s totally fine haha thank you!!!!!!

Hi nonny! I’m pretty sure this ask is like years old and I’m really sorry it took me so long! You probably don’t even follow me anymore but if you do I hope your days have gotten better! But either way here’s a little something for you: 

***

           “Oi, Jamie,” Sirius said, poking his head into James’ room. “Just a reminder that my brother is coming to visit for the weekend.”

           James groaned. “Sirius, no!” he complained, shutting his chemistry book. “You’ll disappear with Remus for the entire weekend and I’ll be stuck babysitting your brother, who I’ve never even met!”

           Sirius rolled his eyes. “First of all, Reg is only a year younger than us, you won’t be babysitting anyone. Second of all, we’re all going to a party at Mckinnon’s tonight so you won’t be stuck alone with him the whole time.”

           “Just part of the time?”

           Sirius shrugged. “I mean I’ll do my best…”

           “God, you’re the worst fucking friend,” James grumbled, opening his chemistry book back up and attempting to cram for his test later that day.    

           “Oh and Jamie?”

           “Yes?

           “Don’t be a prick, alright?

           Sirius ducked out of the way as a chemistry book went flying towards his head.

                                                           ***

           “Honey, we’re home,” Sirius sing-songed as he arrived back from picking Regulus up from the train station. James sighed and got out of bed, figuring he might as well try to be nice to the intruder. It wasn’t that James was opposed to people visiting for the weekend, it was just that Sirius and Remus were attached at the hip, and James hadn’t been making any progress with Evans. He knew it was selfish, but he hated other people being happy when he was fairly miserable. The last thing he wanted to do this weekend was hang around some snotty-nosed younger sibling.

            He stepped out into the hallway and saw the Black brothers together for the first time. It wasn’t hard to tell they were related, same inky black hair, same impossibly high cheekbones, matching grey eyes. But where Sirius was all rough edges and rock and roll, Regulus was all smooth and posh. Unlike Sirius, who kept his hair long and shoulder length and a decent amount of stubble on his face, Regulus had his hair styled, cut short on the side and long on top to fall into his eyes in a very chic way. He was also clean-shaven and James could only imagine he had all kinds of fancy potions and after-creams to give him that effect.

           “Hello,” Regulus said, holding his hand out to James, already being ever so polite. “You must be James. It’s nice to meet you.”

           “Nice to meet you too,” James said, making the handshake a little rougher than was strictly necessary.

           Sirius grinned broadly and threw his arms around each of their shoulders, drawing them close to him. “My two brothers, together at last!”

           “Gerroff,” James growled, shoving Sirius away and into Regulus.

           Sirius shrugged and hugged Regulus more thoroughly. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

           Regulus blushed, his eyes meeting James and then darting away quickly. “Yes, you kept saying on the ride over here.”

           James snorted. “I’ll put some tea on.”

                                                           ***

           The party was already in full swing by the time they’d gotten there. Marlene lived in a flat off campus with a few other girls and even though it was bigger than the dormitories, it still couldn’t really fit the amount of people currently occupying it. Just moving around the party was like swimming through jelly. James had spilled at least a cup and a half of beer on himself just from trying to navigate the party.

           As predicted, Sirius ditched them the moment they got to the party and he found the familiar head of his favorite tawny-haired nerd. James hadn’t exactly been keeping the closest eye on Regulus since then but he was slightly alarmed when he realized Reg wasn’t close by. “Fucking great,” James mumbled to himself, trying to finish his drink just as someone knocked his elbow and the entire contents of his red solo cup splashed over his face. “Fuck this.”

           James edged his way towards the door and somehow managed to get it open. Getting outside was a relief, being able to smell something other than booze and sweat. He shoved his glass up to the top of his head and lifted his shirt up to wipe his face clean. When he replaced his glasses, he noticed a figure in his periphery. He turned his head to find Regulus leaning against the building smoking a cigarette. He looked a bit like an ad from a magazine, the way his leg was bent so his foot could rest against the wall behind him, his face tilted back to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. James swallowed thickly. He was absolutely not going to fancy his best mate’s little brother. Regulus was Off Limits.

           James walked down the front steps of the building and stood in front of Regulus. “Does Sirius know you smoke?” he asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the younger man.

           “Is it his business?” Regulus countered, taking a long drag from his ciggy and blowing it intentionally in James’ face in a very obvious fuck off. 

           James waved his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke and exhaled loudly in disapproval. Christ, he sounded so much like his dad. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

           “Yeah?” Reg said, flicking ash onto the ground below. “What were you imagining? A toddler?”

           James shrugged. “You hear the words little brother and you’re not exactly what people picture, alright?”

           “Sirius never showed you a picture of me?” Regulus asked, sounding a little hurt by the prospect.

           “He has,” James said quickly, not wanting to give Reg the wrong idea. Sirius actually talked about him a lot, constantly worrying about Reg being stuck at home with their awful parents while Sirius was at University. At least next year Reg would be joining them and Sirius could stop being so concerned all the bloody time. “I just think most of the pictures he’s shown me were from when you were a lot younger. Still had your spots.”

           Regulus smiled and took another drag. “He’s shown me pictures of you too,” he said, his smile becoming a little more sinister. “The one when you fell asleep drunk and he glued the deer horns to your head.”

           James groaned in humiliation. “The next time I see Sirius he’s a dead man!”

           Regulus laughed and dropped his cigarette, sliding his designer shoes over it to put it out. “What are friends for, right?”

           “Yeah,” James said, trying not to sound sad as he said it. He was happy for Sirius and Remus, he really was. The first few months of Uni had been torture, watching Sirius and Remus dance around each other, both clearly interested but not saying it. It had been a relief to see them finally get over their shit and get together. But that didn’t mean James didn’t miss the old days of the three of them being friends, not that they weren’t still friends, but things had changed.

                                               ***

           Sirius, of course, went over to Remus’ after the party, leaving James to get Regulus set up on their beat up old sofa. He pulled out the only spare blankets they had, just a thin sheet, and did his best to make it look comfortable. He showed Regulus how to work the telly, in case he wasn’t ready for bed, and then disappeared into his own room.

           His curiosity got the best of him and he found Regulus’ instagram fairly easily. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn’t a private account because having Reg know that he was looking was a bit too embarrassing. He began scrolling through the pictures and felt his mouth go dry. Reg knew how to take an amazing photo. James stared in disbelief that the same guy that was currently on his shitty sofa, watching what sounded to be That 70’s Show, could be the same person in these photos.

           His eyes were glued to the screen as he swiped through picture after picture, his body heating up in response. Not good, he thought, trying and failing to remind himself that this was Sirius’ younger brother. Kill me now.

           He was just about to slid his hand under the covers and do something about the ache between his legs when the door to his room opened. James dropped his phone in surprise and sat up, hoping he wasn’t tenting the blankets in an obvious way.

           Regulus made his way over and slipped into James’ bed without asking. James stared at him, his throat working to try and swallow, and he watched in horror and Reg made himself comfortable.

           “What are you doing?” James asked, his mind racing, trying to think of anything to make his erection go away.

           Regulus shrugged. “It’s freezing and your sofa is a piece of shit.”

           “Then go sleep in Sirius’ bed,” James said, dragging his hand over his face. This could not be happening to him.

           “It would still be freezing,” Regulus rationalized, sinking further into the blankets. “This way we can share body heat.”

           James stared at him incredulously.

           Regulus sighed. “Don’t be such a baby, James. Just think of it as survival mode, right?”

           James nodded and got back under the covers, taking care that no part of him was touching Regulus. “Good night,” he said awkwardly, his eyes wide open. He didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep.

           “Good night.”

                                                           ***

           James woke up feeling good. He was warm and comfortable, and except for the arm he was sleeping on that had gone numb, he felt wholly relaxed. It took a moment for his brain to clear the fog and realize that he was spooning Reg. His nose was pressed against the nape of Reg’s neck and they were slotted together from that point of contact down to their feet. James’ crotch was pressed against Reg’ bum and Christ there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard James was.

           Regulus began to stir, his body shifting and James’ hand flew up and grabbed him by the hips to still him. Reg turned his head and smiled wickedly. “Problem, Potter?” he teased, moving his hips just to be a little shit.

           James ripped himself away and tore the covers off, heading into the bathroom. He turned the water to as cold as he could stand it and stood under the spray. Not good, he thought having a crisis right there in the shower. Sure, he’d been attracted to blokes before. This wasn’t a sexual identity crisis because James was bi and proud and would kick the shit out of anyone that had a problem with that.

           The issue was that this was Sirius’ brother and James was fairly certain Sirius would never forgive him. And more importantly Regulus was only there for the weekend. There was no point to be getting all hot and bothered about it. Except that next year Reg would be at this school with them. Shit, James was so utterly and completely fucked.

           Once he’d calmed down, he stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his waist. He ventured out into the hallway and found Regulus waiting for him. “Have a good cold shower, did we?” he asked, his eyes shinning knowingly.        

           “Fuck off, Reg,” James growled, pushing past him towards his room.

           “You liked one of my pictures,” Reg said to James’ retreating back.

           “What?” James asked, spinning around, droplets falling from his skin onto the floor.

           Regulus took a step towards him but didn’t close the distance between them any further. “Last night, you liked one of my pictures on Instagram. That’s why I came into your room. I thought maybe you had done it on purpose, but I guess it was just an accident, huh?” Regulus laughed awkwardly and scratched at his eyebrow idly.

           James processed what Reg had just said, trying to get past his mortification at having done something so stupid, and went right to Reg coming into his room after knowing James was stalking him online. “So last night…” James started, trying to think of the night words. “Just what were you hoping for?”

           “I don’t know,” Reg responded, staring at the floor. “Something like this morning except without the part of you running away like a frightened deer?”

           James stepped closer, bridging the gap between them a bit. “Why?” he asked, reaching out and tugging Regulus closer by his sleep shirt. Reg stumbled a bit but went willingly. “You don’t even know me.”

           Regulus blushed prettily and ducked his head down. “I feel like I do,” he murmured softly. “On his visits home Sirius would talk about you constantly. You were almost like – fuck – like a fairytale character to me. I kept pressuring Sirius for a visit because I wanted to meet you. God, you must think I’m a stupid little kid with a crush. Please, don’t say anything to Sirius about all this. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

           “Then how will I tell him we’re dating?” James asked, smiling mischievously.

           Regulus shook his head. “Please don’t take the piss right now,” he begged softly. “I don’t think my ego can handle it after this morning.”

           James cupped Regulus’ chin and forced the younger man to meet his gaze. James smiled kindly and traced Reg’s full lips with his thumb. “I wasn’t taking the piss. Although I should probably warn you that I am a bit of a cock-up. I don’t think dating me will be the fairytale you imagined.”

           Regulus bit James’ thumb playfully. “I don’t care,” he said, smiling at James. “Even the beast had some good qualities.”

           “I notice you’ve cast yourself as beauty in the scenario.”

           “You don’t think I’m pretty?” Regulus said, batting his eyelashes.

           James chuckled. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he said honestly, “And also trouble.”

           Regulus grinned. “You don’t mind a bit of trouble, do you, James?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

           “Not at all.”

[animusharmonia]

At about the beginning of last school year, I began logging the random stuff I’ve heard or seen around the wonder that is high school. Admittedly, some of this contains some of my shenanigans, because who am I going to pay more attention to other than myself. Writing every single thing all at once would take a while (the document I’ve been using is nearly to 16 pages as of now), so this is just a collection of some of what I deem funnier or more bizarre. 

Class split into groups of 4. The four Asian kids teamed up. The one guy of the group whispered “Asian Invasion” 

The manga section of the school library had two volumes of yaoi

The manga section of the school library being mixed in with the comic section

The comic and manga section of the school library being in the middle of the non-fiction area because “its cultural”

“I can’t reach the top shelf in my house, and who’s going to help me there? My dog? I don’t think so.” 

“Wow! That’s so cool! I don’t care, I might tomorrow. No, wait! It’s Saturday!”

“This one is fancy heels, this one is fancy pants”

“Wait, it’s a different Louis?” “There are a lot of Louii”

“And then the guillotine was too slow, so they shot them instead” “...okay”

“This is due Thursday, right? Let’s discuss who’s doing what slide and leave it at that because yay, procrastination”

The Latin teacher teaching us how to say “Go to hell” in Latin when she told a story about someone in the Latin 3 class having asked what the phrase in question from one of their books meant

The radio was playing music over the gymnasium. My Immortal came on. “I’m so tired of being here” “Hah, same”

“Everyone knows what a coup d'etat is, right?”

We got the majority of the class

“An overthrowing by the military”

And we got this kid

“It sounds like something from Lion King”

“???”

Someone said “Coup d’etat” slowly, to the tuneish of “Hakuna matata”

The realization and understanding dawning across the class

Waiting in those minutes for class to end, a few people sat there quietly singing Hakuna Matata

“A coup d’etat-ta, what a wonderful thing”

“And this guy was like “Hell yeah, we want change…””

“Probably using different words”

“Well yeah, he used French”

“Is that a lacrosse ball?” “Yeah” “We’re in theater, how the fuck did you get that?”

One girl sitting on one of the plastic desk chairs with her knees to her chest, calmly eating a salad as she participated in the class discussion

One girl dislocated her arm in sports and, instead of keeping it in a sling, got this exoskeleton thing made to keep her arm at a 90 degree angle. She was way too excited to discover it was at a perfect angle for dabbing.

“I swear, if we have a pop quiz in that class I’m going to cry. Or kill a man. I can’t tell which anymore”

One girl all but sprinting down the hall as she let out some low shrieking noise, only stopping when she got to her friend’s side and leaned far enough in front of him to make eye contact.

“I was doing, like, six things at once and thought ‘What if the building fell right now? I would get nothing done.’ Because hey, it’s the end of the year, I got all this stuff to do, and it would be really inconvenient.”

One guy had a table in the lobby and stood, roll of tinfoil in hand and tinfoil hat on head, yelling about the Illuminati, aliens, and government. He was passing out tinfoil hats to anyone who wanted them

Someone walked into my Latin class wearing one and magistra asked if the guy was talking about the “Alluminati” instead of the Illuminati

One girl’s promposal where she called out the other girl’s name to get her attention as one friend to her right began playing “Never gonna give you up” and the friend to the right held roses. The sign she held read “It would meme a lot if you went to prom with me” in large shiny foil letters, meme in purple as opposed to the gold of the others, and a pepe in the bottom right corner. It was adorable.

“I nearly got a detention for reading in reading class. I was tempted to continue just for when people asked me what I was in for”

On a Latin test, there was a section where you were given 7 names and you had to give a fact about 5 of them. For Vulcan, the Roman god of fire, someone put “A species of alien that appears in the series Star Trek” and he got a point for that.

A girl put “Got a Yugioh card named after him” in small font for Regulus, but filled in 5 others seriously

One girl who is Very Passionate about Yugioh

The teacher was making hand gestures as he spoke. He paused in gestures with his hand outstretched, still addressing the class, and the person sitting right beside him reached out and gave him a high-five

The guy who gave him the high-five had hacked his (the history teacher’s) computer earlier that year

The common “Final” for jazz band is that the teacher brings in Rock Band and they play that

“I’m amazed, you can hear the lack of brain cells”

One meme of a girl wrote “I’M SCHLEEP” on the whiteboard in band. She took a picture of it and walked away satisfied with herself. A few minutes later, the band director piped up from the back of the room. “Hey, Ashley? What does ‘schleep’ mean?” “I dunno”

Someone hiking up their shorts to the length of girls’ shorts, pulling his shirt down so you can’t see them, and Naruto running a circle around the room

Due to state testing, classes were shortened. On the day of the final band concert, those involved went to their first three classed but remained in third (concert band. Those from wind ensemble were pulled in as well) and lurked there for the rest of the day to practice. Pizza was ordered and soda was brought for a celebration of sorts. The 32 pizzas ordered were emptied within around half an hour.

A group of three girls and two guys. The third girl declared herself the fifth wheel of the group, staring tiredly at the two couples.

She didn’t really seem to care, though, and generally could be found latched onto one of her friend’s arms. Both the friend and friend’s boyfriend didn’t really seem to care either.

The other couple, meanwhile, was fluent in innuendos and suggestive comments that tended to scare away the asexual fifth wheel.

“Freshmen, do not climb into the trash cans, thank you.”

One girl convinced some guy in class that Inside Out ends with the girl dying

“That’s not possible.” “It’s magic, shut up.”

“Why is the final cumulative? I can’t remember shit.”

One girl’s realization that graduation was the following day (seniors have been out for well over a week, it’s hard to tell) and the complaint at how “WE HAVE TO PLAY AT THE FREAKING THING, WHY DOES NOBODY TELL ME THESE THINGS?!”

One kid brought in wasabi candy. He offered some to his table mate before telling him what it was. He ate the offered treat with hesitance and a shrug, but the underlying regret was visible before long.

“I hope you know my scoliosis doesn’t like you.”

Some people (4 or 5?) in the corner of the room, taking the Rice Purity test and comparing answers

Apparently the sole girl of the group had the worst score

A math teacher who doubled as the theater director had his yearbook picture taken in a ghillie suit

The ghillie suits had been gotten for the production of Little Shop of Horrors the year prior

“I love getting stepped on!”

Someone was complaining about how their hair looked bad. Our teacher just “Yeah, tell me about it,” gesturing to his own balding head

One of the freshmen band kids after graduation reverently whispering “You’re free” to every graduate they passed

For graduation, all of the people of the band and choir were wearing muted colors - whites, blacks, pale blues, soft floral patterns, etc. - and then we have one cackling flutist in fluorescent orange

“If Kim Kardashian doesn’t feel ashamed, neither should you” - the fucking valedictorian speech

It contained other golden moments such as “I got to work with some of these students due to my participation in The King and I,” (Note: he was the king) “and one of them said something profound that stuck with me. He beckoned me closer and made me lean down and he whispered in my ear… “yolo.” Now, according to Urban Dictionary, yolo is “a term that should have stopped being used five years ago and means You only live once””

He kept looping back to yolo. “What does yolo mean to you”

Next day some of us from the musical had been talking about that the next day. The collective statement was “Hudson. That was Hudson”

“We were the first class to take keystones, and the last generation to not get touchscreen laptops. What a time to be alive!”

The “corner crew” of Latin class (the people who had taken the Rice Purity test) decided to get a group picture with the teacher. One person in the group is my book-nerd friend who had been placed there by the teacher in an attempt to break up their antics (it didn’t work, they absorbed him, much to his exasperation). My friend is the smallest out of the group, so they decided to pick him up. The picture was taken with “Te Amo, Latin” written on the board behind them, my friend held aloft horizontally, and magistra slightly crouched in front of the group with an unsure smile.

The corner crew also had done a presentation on how Canada is just a government conspiracy and also the government is run by shape shifting lizards

“Did you really assign a project? Mr [Last name], I am appalled! There are four days left in school”

It was a 6 prompt essay. All prompts had to be answered with proper sources and everything.

That got a lot longer than intended, so I only covered the happenings of last year (still 6.5 pages of nearly 16)...

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Lost Part 2

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 1 

Pairings: Regulus x Reader 

Rating: M- Regulus is still being an angsty emo kid and isn’t playing nice. Light mentions of smut 

Song in the beginning/end: Circles by Post Malone

____

Let go I got a feeling that it's time to let go I say so I knew that this was doomed from the get-go

You thought that it was special, special But it was just the sex though, the sex though And I still hear the echoes (The echoes) I got a feeling that it's time to let it go, let it go

Seasons change and our love went cold Feed the flame 'cause we can't let it go Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away

I dare you to do something I'm waiting on you again So I don't take the blame Run away, but we're running in circles Run away, run away, run away

You stormed out of the dungeons and up the stairs. At the moment, you wanted to storm back down the potions classroom and slap Regulus. This desire was totally out of character for you. Sure, you wanted to smack James and Sirius sometimes for their antics but usually, it was all in good fun. Regulus, however, was bringing out a side of you that you didn’t even know.

This is why you don’t need to be in love with him. It would just be toxic and you won’t be yourself.

You thought as you shoved your red hair out of your face. Remus’ words of “you’re not a doormat” returned to your mind. Remus was the only one that was aware of your affair with Regulus and didn’t hesitate to express his concern. That was his job as your best friend. He looked out for you since Regulus clearly didn’t want the job anymore.

“I’m not a doormat. I’m not a doormat. I’m not a doormat.”

You chanted before running headfirst into a hard body. Looking up you immediately blushed to see Gavin McDonald in front of you. He was the one Ravenclaw boy that you would consider throwing out your morals as you did for Regulus.

“Y/n, hey.”

He said, cheerfully before reaching down to pick up the romance novel that you dropped. You blushed as he read the title.

“Good book by the way.”

He said as he put it back in your waiting hands. You blinked a few times.

“You’ve read it?”

Gavin nodded.

“Nothing wrong with a good romance novel. I thought that you had potions this period.”

You huffed. The last thing that you wanted to do was explain to Gavin why you were so frazzled. It would be embarrassing to say “oh, Regulus Black called me a clueless tart but I still adore him.” That would probably destroy any chance that you had as far as a date would go.

“I got finished early.”

You replied with a bright smile. Gavin ran a hand through his black hair.

“Slughorn has nothing but amazing things to say about you.”

You blushed again.

“I think he is a bit biased. So, Gavin, Hogsmeade is this weekend...would you like to go with me?”

Gavin’s smile fell as he looked around the hallway for any sign of Regulus Black. The last thing that the Ravenclaw wanted was to face off with the Slytherin boy with a bad attitude.

“I can’t. It's not that I don’t want to. You are a really lovely girl, Y/n...I’m just scared of Regulus Black.”

You felt your mouth drop. What in the fresh hell was going on? Just what had Gavin been told?

“What does he have to do with anything? He isn’t my boyfriend or anything. We aren’t even friends.”

Gavin shrugged.

“But you were.”

“Yeah, the keyword is “were.” He and I haven’t properly talked in over a year.”

Gavin sighed again. This was going to be a harder conversation than he expected. He hated the thought of breaking your heart. You were a sweet and kind girl that deserved the best in the world but the Slytherin boy lurking around the corner at the moment watching Gavin’s every move was enough to scare him off. Gavin winced when he saw Regulus’ gaze narrow on him.

“You don’t seem to understand. When a Slytherin claims a Hufflepuff it’s for good. You were his companion for a long time. The last thing I want is to have my face bashed in.”

You blinked a few times. Claimed? What? Where in the hell were you when this happened and why weren’t you clued in on this little fact?

“Gavin, I do not have any ties with Regulus Black and he doesn’t like me. Yeah, Slytherins and Hufflepuffs are extremely compatible but Regulus and I...well...we would kill each other.”

“Regulus is a scary dude.”

Gavin confessed before looking at Regulus again. The other boy had been joined by Barty Crouch Jr and Severus Snape. All three were watching with matching scowls.

You, meanwhile, not realizing that you were being watched like a hawk, sighed.

“Fine. I understand but I assure you I am nothing to him.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Regulus and his friends walked by. You noticed the colder than normal expression on Regulus’ face as he pushed Gavin out of his way.

“Move, McDonald.”

He snapped, ignoring your presence completely. It wasn’t until he was about six feet away did he turn and meet your frowning face. Smirking, he turned back to his friends laughing about the stupid expression on Gavin’s face.

“Excuse me.”

You muttered to Gavin before going after Regulus. He had no idea that you were behind him when you shoved him out of your way.

“Watched what the fuck you are doing…”

Regulus started to say but stopped when you pushed past him. What possessed you to something so bold was still beyond you.

“Evans, you idiot!”

He yelled. You turned as Snape reached out to tug Regulus back.

“Freaking leave me alone and stay out of my business.”

You said, keeping your voice calm. Barty started laughing.

“Fiesty little mudblood.”

Your wand was out and pointed right at Crouch. Again, you had no idea what you were doing but your temper was starting to get you places. You knew that Crouch was a blithering idiot and depended on his friends to make sure that he passed school. If push came to shove, you could defend yourself.

“Oh, shit.”

Snape muttered meeting Regulus’ own surprised expression. None of the boys had seen you ready to take someone out before. Whatever set you off must have been bad!

Moments later, Remus and Sirius stepped out of an empty classroom and froze at the sight in front of them. Had they not see it with their own eyes, they would have never believed that you were about to hex someone. The sweet shy little girl that gave the best hugs and “sad time” presents was starting to act like them.

“Y/n?”

Remus questioned. You turned to face your best friend as Sirius’ eyes flickered to his brother. He had a feeling that this was caused by Regulus somehow even though Crouch was the one about to get hexed.

“It's okay, Remus.”

You said, softly. Sirius reached out and carefully pulled you back.

“Whose ass am I kicking?”

You were tempted to say “your brother” but decided against it.

“No one. They aren’t worth it.”

You replied before putting your wand away. Remus held out his arm in hopes that whatever had your knickers in such a twist would stop. You wrapped your arm through his before letting them lead you off. Sirius smirked back at his brother. Regulus gave him a dirty look that made Sirius chuckle.

“Boy, you sure showed them.”

You took deep even breaths as Sirius and Remus led you into the castle to where Lily and James sat. Both looked up and immediately knew something was wrong by the expression on your face. Remus looked as grim as you did while Sirius was grinning like a proud parent.

“What’s wrong?”

Lily asked immediately. The last thing that she wanted was for something to be happening to her favorite sister. James put his water down.

“Whose ass am I kicking?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I just had ringside seats for the event of the century. Our little mini-red was about to hex Crouch. My stupid brother and Snivelly looked like they were ready to shit their pants. It was epic! I’ve never seen our little nerd flip like that before.”

Lily was genuinely startled by the words that left Sirius’ mouth as she turned to you.

“Y/n, is this true?”

You sat down beside your sister in a huff before nodding.

“Yes, Crouch made me mad. Well, it started with Regulus...the butthead.”

Lily raised an eyebrow. She always had a suspicion that your friendship with Regulus was a little more than friendly but was never able to confirm it. As much as she hated your friendship with Regulus, she tried to look the other way. She, after all, was friends with Snape so who was she to tell you not to take up with Slytherin boy?

The protective sister in her, however, wanted nothing more than to go find Regulus and ask what happened. Lily knew that your friendship with Regulus had fallen apart after he started making some not so savory friends. As much as she wanted to be thrilled that it was over she couldn’t help but feel sorry for you at the same time. You missed Regulus and she knew it.

Lily didn’t realize just how much that you missed Regulus. You were fuming as you thought about him again. He didn’t deserve your love nor did you deserve the heartache that you were being put through.

“Why do I miss him?”

You thought sadly as you looked down at your lap. Hell, you missed everything about him! You missed the way he frowned when reading something, his protective nature, and as silly as it sounded the sound of his heart beating.

“Y/n!”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts by Regulus’ voice. Looking up, you frowned meeting Regulus’ impatient expression.

“What do you want, Black?”

Lily snapped. Regulus didn’t even look at Lily.

“I’m not talking to you.”

James jumped up. He didn’t mind fighting Regulus. The little jerk, for whatever reason, developed a horrible attitude and needed to be reminded that he was human like everyone else.

“You’re going to talk to me. Leave Y/n alone. She is not a doormat.”

Regulus’ cold gaze turned to James. His dislike for James Potter was clearly evident on his face.

“Fuck off, Potter.”

“No, you fuck off!”

James yelled back. You sighed before putting your face in your hands.

“Just go away, Regulus.”

Regulus shrugged before narrowing his attention back to you.

“We have a potions project to complete. I am not failing because it's your time of the month.”

Regulus didn’t give you a chance to reply before turning and leaving the great hall. All of your friends looked personally offended by Regulus’ comment. Sirius shook his head.

“Mummy is wearing off on him. I swear if I didn’t see him standing there I would think Walburga was yapping.”

You nodded, hating the fact that you felt like some pathetic “Mary Sue” that needed to be protected by friends from the person that used to protect you.

Later that night, you were on your way back to the Hufflepuff common room when Snape stepped out from a dark corner.

“Y/n, wait.”

You turned with a sigh.

“Hello, Severus. What can I do for you?”

Snape looked over his shoulder. He didn’t want any drama from the Marauders should they decide to show up.

“I apologize for that less than thrilling scene this morning.”

You shrugged.

“Not your problem. You didn’t say anything or start it. That was all Crouch.”

Severus nodded, rolling his eyes.

“He can be a bit tempestuous.”

“A bit.”

You replied as Snape took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to you. Taking the envelope, you immediately recognized Regulus’ neat as a pin handwriting. Groaning you quickly shoved the envelopes back in Snape’s hand.

“Tell him that I said return to sender.”

Snape rolled his eyes again.

“Being a bit dramatic now, aren’t we? You have a pureblood Slytherin pinning for your attention.”

“Pinning? Is that what his actions are called now? I would hate to see him be desperate.”

“You know that he won’t believe me. I also am not an owl.”

Snape said, sounding almost bored. You snatched the letter out of his hand before digging around in your bag for a quill. Snape watched with a raised eyebrow as you wrote: “return to sender.”

“Shall I take it to the owlery myself since you are not an owl but will deliver letters for him but not me?”

Snape quickly took the letter back.

“You made your point. Have a nice night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

You muttered, suddenly not feeling like going back to the common room. Walking down the hallway, you smiled seeing professor Slughorn going in the opposite direction.

“Ms. Evans, I hope you are feeling better. Regulus said that you had a headache.”

Headache? Yeah, caused by him. You thought morbidly.

“Yes, sir. I am feeling a lot better. Sir, would it be possible to change my project partner? Regulus and I...we just aren’t a good match.”

Professor Slughorn frowned.

“I’m sorry, my dear but there isn’t anyone that I can switch you with. I thought that you were always a pet of Regulus’.”

Had it been anyone but a professor you would have laughed. A pet? That was laughable.

“Not really. We used to be friends. It's complicated, I guess.”

“I’m sorry to hear it. I always thought that the two of you were extremely compatible. I would have expected an invitation to your wedding if my thinking was correct.”

You blushed as red as a tomato on that one.

“You can expect an invitation, sir….it will just be a different groom.”

Slughorn smiled.

“Young love is a funny thing. Have a good evening.”

You waited until Slughorn was out of earshot to mutter “shit” under your breath. Now you knew that you were stuck with Regulus as a partner. Why did everyone think that Regulus and yourself were SO compatible? Did compatible people make their partner feel like scum? You didn’t think so.

A hand touching your arm, made you jump. You were surprised to see Gavin McDonald standing in front of you.

“Hi, again.”

You said, forcing a smile. Gavin nodded.

“So, I was thinking about your offer of Hogsmeade and I would really like to go with you. I don’t care what he thinks. You made it clear that there was nothing when you almost shoved Regulus on the ground. I was afraid that I was going to have to hex him when he got up. It was impressive watching you do that.”

You wanted to tell Gavin that you were apparently doing a lot of impressive non-Hufflepuff things lately but decided not to. It wasn’t his problem that you were an emotional mess. Here was the nice boy offering to go to Hogsmeade with you, as you wanted.

“That sounds nice, Gavin. I look forward to it.”

The boy grinned.

“I am on my way to hang out with some friends outside. Would you like to come?”

You nodded. There was no point in going to the library to sulk like a giant pouting mess. Why not hang out with Gavin? You did like him (not as much as Regulus, you thought). Maybe it would be worth giving some other boy a chance...especially since he was interested and inviting you.

“That sounds nice.”

You replied with a smile before following Gavin down the hallway and outside where a group of Ravenclaws sat. All of the boys immediately looked at Gavin in surprise or fear when you sat down. No one had to say it for you to know what they were thinking…

What the hell are you doing with Regulus Black’s Hufflepuff?

“You all know, Y/n, She and I are going to Hogsmeade together this weekend.”

His friends nodded before a younger student by the name of Gilderoy Lockhart decided to speak.

“I thought that you were dating that boy in Slytherin?”

You laughed as Gavin too chuckled.

“No, not at all. I’m a free-range Hufflepuff...I don’t need some Slytherin to keep me company. They are overrated creatures anyway.”

The group of boys chuckled at your joke. You forced a smile as Gavin wrapped his arm around you. The group of Ravenclaws seemed amused with your joke...now only if you could believe it.

You didn’t see Regulus standing in the shadows watching the whole scene with a frown on his face. He had heard everything that just left your pretty little mouth. Overrated? He was going to show you overrated! If you thought that little twat from Ravenclaw would be a better lover than him, you had another thing coming!

Gavin, or whatever his name was, didn’t make you come from one touch. That was all Regulus. Gavin didn’t know how to overstimulate you to the point of tears. Again, that was Regulus. Gavin, sure as hell, wasn’t going to be the one that held you in his arms after a world-shattering orgasm…

“That’s only me!”

Regulus thought with a sneer.

“It isn’t only sex. I love her.”

He added in his mind. Regulus loved you and he knew, for a fact, that you loved him.

You didn’t understand what he was going through or what he was dealing with. You didn’t know how he had all of this stupid shit thrust upon him without his wanting. Sure, he chose to be a death eater but it was to appease his parents. Regulus had to be the son that Sirius wasn’t. Even if the things that he was doing weren't right...they had to be done.

Regulus would have to make you understand…

After hanging out with Gavin, you decided it was time to head back to your common room. You would have liked to go tell Lily that you had a date with an actual boy but it was late. Lily would be sleeping and would have to wait until the next morning to hear the happy news.

As you walked past the transfiguration classroom, a set of hands reached out and pulled you inside.

“Let me go!”

You squealed as a hand closed over your mouth. In the moonlight, you could see Regulus glaring down at you.

“Gavin McDonald? Really? That’s the best that you can do?”

You tried to shove Regulus away from you but it didn’t work.

“I’m going to move my hand and you better not scream.”

He said before moving his hand away from your mouth. You took a deep breath fighting the feeling of fear. Just what would Regulus do to you in this classroom? Would he hurt you? You weren’t sure.

“It's none of your business.”

You curtly replied. Regulus raised an eyebrow….that damn eyebrow. He would give you that look when the two of you were sleeping together and you knew exactly what it meant. Regulus was displeased. This was how you got your ass spanked.

I’m not sleeping with him anymore. I’m nothing to him.

You told yourself not to even get excited but it didn’t work. You were getting wet for him as you always had. Swallowing, you took in Regulus’ appearance. The moonlight only added to his ravishing good looks.

“None of my business? Is that how you talk to me now?”

“You don’t deserve an ounce of my kindness.”

You replied, stubbornly. Regulus smirked before tilting your face to his.

“You’re wild.”

He whispered before pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss was soft at first before growing more desperate. You sighed against Regulus’ mouth as he took control of the situation and deepened the kiss. His tongue teased yours as his arm wrapped around your waist.

Merlin, he still kisses so good!

You thought as your mind went from stubborn and ready to kick his ass to a hopeless teenage girl that was finally being kissed by the crush of her dreams.

The moment that Regulus pulled away, you wanted to whine. You weren’t ready for the kiss to end. Should you ask for more? You knew that you were being a bit of a brat and would be lucky if Regulus gave you anything else.

Your eyes finally fluttered open to look at Regulus. His eyes were wide as he took in what just happened. The cold distant expression returned as he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fuck!”

He hissed before turning and walking from the room leaving you staring after him blinking...

I knew that this was doomed from the get-go”

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This or That 6

Harry Potter Marauder AU 

Link to chapter 5 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader 

Rating: M- smut

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The next morning, James and Sirius were still angry over the whole Ambrosia kissing Regulus incident. Both boys waited for you to come down into the common room for breakfast. When you didn’t show, they shrugged and went down to the great hall alone.

“We have to do something.”

Sirius said, angrily. James gave his best friend a look before reaching out and grabbing Sirius’ arm.

“Can you not hit on her? She is having a hard enough time already.”

Sirius sighed.

“Look, Prongs. I get it. She wants Regulus. Y/n doesn’t want me...like that. I was going to apologize to her for being a massive dick to her too. She deserves that.”

James was clearly pleased.

“There’s my best friend! Why don’t you offer to go with her to Slughorn’s Christmas party tonight...as friends. Something tells me that she won’t be going with Reg.”

Sirius shook his head.

“I am not going to Slughorn's merry get together. I have a better idea. We’ll have a party. Just our circle. That will bring Y/n some joy. It's the people who care for her the most.”

James considered Sirius’ plan as they walked into the great hall.

“Great idea. Hey, Regulus is looking rough this morning. Let’s go spread joy.”

Sirius smirked at where his little brother sat with his group of idiot friends. Regulus definitely didn’t look happy. His face was sour as he kept glancing to the Gryffindor table for any sign of you.

“I like to spread joy.”

“You two aren’t spreading joy without me.”

Both Sirius and James turned as Remus ran up. Both boys were clearly pleased to see Remus running up to defend your honor.

“Moony, I was wondering where you were.”

Sirius said, happily. Remus nodded.

“I didn’t want Y/n dating him in the first place. I knew that this would be nothing short of a disaster.”

James elbowed Sirius.

“So about that spreading joy thing?”

The three boys wore matching smirks as they walked past the Slytherin table. Sirius was the first to stop. Regulus, Evan, and Ambrosia (who Sirius noted looked pretty depressed herself) all looked up at him.

“Bitch, jerk, and fruit salad. Hope you all are having a lovely day.”

It took all that James had not to break down with laughter over Sirius using Lily’s “special” nickname for Ambrosia. Regulus was on his feet with his wand out in less than three seconds. He was ready to hex his brother for even speaking to him that morning.

Evan reached up and tugged Regulus back down.

“He isn’t worth it.”

Evan said, sounding almost bored.

“You all are some mean little twats, you know that?”

James snapped. Remus quickly came in.

“I told my sister not to date you. I knew that you would just break her heart. It only took you two months. I was holding out for 5. Sirius disagreed. He said you wouldn’t make it 3.”

Regulus’ eyes had darkened as he glared at Remus.

“Go suck on a loafer, Lupin.”

Regulus didn’t curse much. That was another way that he and Sirius differed. Every other word out of Sirius’ mouth was a curse word. Regulus, on the other hand, didn’t curse. He considered it “beneath him.”

“Do you kiss my sister with that mouth? Oh wait, she just dumped you.”

James was about to make another joke at Regulus’ expense but before he could you walked up.

“That’s enough, boys.”

You said, calmly. As much as you didn’t want to, you met Regulus’ gaze. His face was screaming “I’m sorry” as he stood.

“We were just having some fun with these twat waffles.”

James said with a grin. He put an arm around you and smirked how instantly jealous Regulus appeared.

“Let’s go. They aren’t worth it.”

You said. Regulus finally remembered how to talk. You guessed he was struggling with words or trying to keep his raging temper in check.

“What about Slughorn’s party? You already have a dress.”

Regulus ignored the way Evan was smirking at him. Evan knew exactly what Regulus meant. Your mother and father spent a lot of money on that dress. It was money that your family didn’t have. This was yet another reason that Evan didn’t see you as a proper girlfriend for his best friend. Poor families didn’t have any business mingling with the upper class.

“I’m not going and definitely not with you.”

Your response was cruel and you knew it. However, you wanted to hurt Regulus as badly as he hurt you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he actually cared about you at all? You were hurt and irrational...misery truly loves company.

Boyfriends don't’ kiss other girls in front of their girlfriends…

Your mind supplied as Sirius grinned.

“I’ll go with you. I don’t really know any of those nerds except Evans and yourself but I’m free tonight.”

You internally smacked yourself in the head. Regulus was seething now! He pointed his wand right at Sirius and muttered a curse. Thankfully, Sirius was quick enough to repel the curse with an amused laugh.

“I’m not going to the party, thank you. Now let's go. This is getting out of hand.”

You grabbed a hold of Remus and Sirius’ arms before tugging them away with you. James smiled as if he had won some grand prize before following you to the Gryffindor table.

Lily and Marlene had been watching the spat from their places.

“We were waiting for someone to start hexing the other. Regulus lasted longer than expected.”

Marlene commented. You sat down in a huff. This was the last way that you wanted to spend your morning. You had all intentions of going to Regulus and ending things properly. If he wanted to kiss Ambrosia, he could have at it. So what if you were devastated? Clearly, your feelings didn’t matter to Regulus in the slightest. He couldn’t defend you against his stupid friends so why even bother with a relationship?

“The little git thought that she would still go to that party with him.”

James commented. Lily frowned.

“So, you’re not going now? Who will James and I talk to?”

You smiled at the offended expression on James' face.

“Each other, maybe?”

Sirius had kept his eye on his little brother who looked close to frustrated tears. This totally shocked Sirius. The last time that he had seen Regulus cry was when Orion was using the cruciatus curse on Sirius for breaking a window. Regulus was 8 years old at the time and sobbing in the doorway. Orion had yelled at Regulus telling him to suck it up. After that Regulus didn’t cry anymore. He just looked indifferent toward everything.

Maybe he actually does care about her?

Sirius thought, feeling a bit guilty about the earlier scene. He pulled himself from his thoughts and turned back to his friends.

“Better idea, instead of Slughorn's boring ass party, why don’t we all have one of our own. You know our inner circle?”

Lily shook her head.

“We have to go. These parties are a big deal. Slughorn will be devastated. Y/n just come with James and I. Yeah, it may be a little unorthodox but it can be fun.”

James nodded.

“I can dance with you both.”

You shook your head, giving them both a frown.

“Way to make me a third wheel.”

Sirius put his fork down and turned to you.

“Go with me.”

Sirius wasn’t surprised when you scooted away.

“Sirius, that is a horrible idea.”

He held his hands up defensively.

“We can go as friends. Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that I have been a real git myself to you. I know that you want Regulus and I’m okay with that. What I am not okay with is how he is treating you and how our friendship is going. We’ve been friends too damn long to let it go out like this.”

Sirius was relieved when you smiled.

“You’re right. We have been.”

You didn’t care about admitting that you missed your friendship with Sirius.

“That would be really nice. I would like that.”

It was cruel what you were doing. You knew that you turning up with Sirius would break Regulus’ heart. This would be Regulus having to face his worst fear...losing you to Sirius.

It really isn’t like that but it will appear that way.

Maybe Regulus would then see how you felt seeing Ambrosia kiss him. It was devastating!

That evening you sat as Marlene put the finishing touches on your makeup. She clasped her hands together before putting her makeup away.

“Y/n, you are so beautiful! It's no wonder that you have Sirius and Regulus fighting over you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It isn’t as glamorous as it seems. Trust me.”

Lily walked in with a small box in her hands. She smiled before putting the box in your lap.

“This is from Regulus.”

Your mouth dropped as you quickly undid the cute little bow. What was Regulus thinking? Did he think that sending you some cheesy letter in a box was going to win you back?

“I wonder why he is sending me something?

You commented before reading the name on the box.

“Tiffanys?”

Marlene shrugged.

“Must be some kind of muggle brand? Seems kind of odd that Regulus went with a muggle brand seeing how he is.”

Lily’s mouth dropped as she scooted closer.

“Tiffanys if super expensive.”

Marlene nodded as it all began to click. Of course, Regulus would send you some over the top expensive gift. His family was good for it.

Your mouth dropped as you looked at the most beautiful pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace that you had ever seen! This was the first piece of truly nice jewelry that you ever owned.

“Wow, these are beautiful. I can’t keep them though.”

Marlene jumped up.

“What are you talking about? Regulus wouldn’t have given them to you if he didn’t want you to have them?”

You sighed and closed the little box.

“He probably got them before yesterday and they just turned up. I can’t keep anything that expensive. Lily, tell Sirius that I am not going to the party. I have to get out of here.”

You ignored your friends pleading for you to come back as you dashed out of the common room.

Marlene sighed.

“Well, what do we do now.”

Lily silently thought for a moment before speaking.

“I’m going to get Regulus.”

(1 hour later)

You sat huddled in Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. Typically you would just sit by the window and look outside. Tonight, however, you didn’t even want Myrtle to talk to you. You went into one of the stalls and closed the door. Sinking down, you wanted nothing more than to spend the evening in tears.

The sound of the door opening and close made you stop. You couldn’t help but wonder who in the right mind was coming in here? Most people were scared to death of even crossing Myrtle so coming into her bathroom was insane.

You listened to the footsteps as they inched closer.

“Y/n?”

Your heart began to pound hearing Regulus’ voice. Putting a hand to your mouth, you choked back a sob that was still trying to go through you.

“Y/n, I know that you are in here. Lily told me so. I can also smell your perfume.”

You watched, from your place on the floor, as his feet stepped closer and closer. When the door tried to open and wouldn’t budge, he sighed. Regulus could see the outline of your body in the poorly lit room.

Regulus slowly sank to the floor on his knees.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. I never meant to hurt you. Darling, I know that you probably don’t believe me but I had nothing to do with Ambrosia kissing me. I wouldn’t have done it to hurt you.”

When you didn’t reply, Regulus slowly sat down and leaned back against the door. This was not how he envisioned spending your last night together before the Christmas holiday. Regulus didn’t know what else to say. He had warned you that he was clueless when it came to being a boyfriend.

“I love you, Y/n. Ambrosia is jealous. I never cared for her as I do you.”

“You’re better off with her.”

You finally replied. Regulus frowned.

“Why would you say something like that?”

“Your friends won’t treat her like crap or a second class citizen. I’m always going to be that person and you won’t do anything about it. I want to be alone.”

Regulus could see your hand within inches of his. He slowly reached out and covered your hand with his.

“I was wrong to let them talk to you like that. It will not happen again. You make me happy...she doesn’t. She doesn’t make me feel loved as you do. Please come out. I don’t want to be alone again. I’ve felt alone my whole life. Sirius left me. I don’t want to lose you too.”

You turned your hand enough to feel Regulus’ palm against yours. Pressing your lips together, you fought back another urge to cry. This was the most that Regulus had opened up to you since that first day of being a couple. He was clearly trying. Putting his reserved closed-off nature to the side and letting you know what he was feeling said a lot.

Regulus, meanwhile, almost cried himself when your hand pulled away from his. The moment that he heard the door unlocking he jumped up. Maybe you were giving him a second chance?

The moment that you opened the door, it took all that he had not to pull you against him. Your pretty green eyes were puffy from crying and your make up was ruined but Regulus didn’t care. You were beyond lovely in the silver dress that you were wearing.

“Come here.”

Regulus said holding his arms out. You didn’t need to be told twice before throwing your arms around Regulus’ shoulders as he held you back. Snuggling your face into his shoulder, you didn’t want to let him go.

“I’m sorry, love. Please don’t hate me.”

Regulus’ voice was gentle as he did whatever he could to comfort you. After a few moments, you slowly looked up at him. Regulus appeared as devastated as you were. Now he reminded you of the sad boy that you had also noticed walking through the hallways. The boy whose parents never said that they loved him...the boy that you needed and who needed you.

“I don’t hate you.”

You said before pulling him down into a kiss. Regulus’ eyes instantly snapped closed as he deepened the kiss.

“I could kiss your lips forever.”

He said as his eyes fluttered open. The two of you stood nuzzling your noses against each other while simply enjoying the moment.

“Would you like to go to the room of requirement?”

You asked. Regulus’ opened his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to give up your virginity to me now? I figured that I would be grounded.”

You shook your head.

“Now is a perfect time.”

Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and quickly tugged you toward the bathroom door.

The two of you snuck through the hallways avoiding teachers and prefects. Regulus held the door to the room of requirement open before rushing in after you and casting a locking charm. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone to disturb the two of you.

Meanwhile, you were looking around the room with a smile. A bed was already waiting for the two of you. Regulus’ arms wrapped around you from behind.

“We don’t have to rush.”

He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m ready.”

You said, hoping that you sounded as confident as you felt. Regulus reached up for the zipper on your dress and slowly pulled downward.

“You’re beautiful. Y/n, you’re the only girl that I want in my bed.”

Where his sudden surge of bravery came from...Regulus wasn’t sure. He had been dying to get his hands on you for ages. From the first kiss, he wanted you desperately but he couldn't ruin your first time due to him being a horny mess.

You stepped out of your dress as Regulus turned you in his arms. His eyes slowly rolled down your body. Suddenly, you felt very timid in front of him. You quickly pulled your hands in front of your bra-covered breasts. Regulus gently pulled you toward the bed and sat you on his lap.

“Don’t hide.”

He reached behind you and tugged on the bra’s clasp until it was undone. You let Regulus remove the lace fabric and toss it to the ground. He smiled the moment that your bare breasts were visible to him.

“May I touch you?”

You nodded frantically as Regulus rubbed his thumb over your nipple before reaching out, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth.

“Reggie.”

You sighed his name, stroking his curls. Regulus groaned and lifted his hips enough to press himself against your core. You had quickly become aware of how hard he was with each thrust.

“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”

Regulus said as he began tugging at his tie and the buttons of his shirt. You, reluctantly, climbed off of his lap so he could finish undressing.

“Go ahead and lay back.”

He said softly. That overwhelming sense of nervousness returned. You swallowed as you gazed at Regulus’ body.

How is that going to fit inside of me?

You thought, nervously. At the moment, you were thankful that Lily and Marlene had told you what to expect the first time.

It won’t feel great at first. Burns like hell...but it will start feeling nice quickly if Regulus knows what he’s doing.

Regulus grabbed his wand and pointed it to your stomach to mutter a quick contraceptive charm. His eyes were all over your body before biting his bottom lip.

“I want to take my sweet precious time and have you begging for it. Put your legs up and spread them a bit.”

You quickly did as you were told as Regulus took his place between your spread legs. He leaned down for a quick kiss then kissed his way down your body. You sighed with each kiss but froze as he reached your belly button.

“Regulus, what are you doing?”

His eyes rolled up with a wicked little grin. He stroked his finger over your folds sending you into a wiggling moan.

“I want to kiss you here.”

His right hand stroked over your thigh.

“And here...I want to put love bites all over those pretty thighs.”

Where this Regulus came from you weren’t sure. This Regulus was more than sure of himself. Maybe you owed Ambrosia a thank you after all?

Regulus’ lips were on your thighs as he flipped his shaggy hair over his shoulder. In the candlelight of the room, his eyes seemed two shades darker. You fought back little moans as he peppered your thighs with butterfly kisses before finally biting down.

“Oh, Merlin!”

You squeaked as he sucked harshly at the tender skin of your thighs. Regulus smirked as he leaned back admiring his work. As far as he was concerned, you were about to be marked up for the rest of forever.

His eyes drifted to your core. From where Regulus sat, he could see that you were already glistening wet.

“Can I kiss you here?”

He asked, this time he pressed on your clit firmly with his thumb. Your hips involuntarily bucked as you nodded. Regulus slowly lay down on his stomach to continue his game of butterfly kisses on your mound. When you sighed in frustration his tongue finally made contact. You could have come apart but what he was going alone.

“Don’t come.”

Regulus ordered. You spent the next few moments hyper-focused on the ball of tension that was building with each swipe of his tongue.

“Reggie, please.”

You gasped.

“Regulus.”

He snapped. You smiled at the bossy tone of his voice and reached for his hair. Twirling your fingers in the silky strands, you couldn't help it. You came. Regulus quickly put his mouth back to you and helped you through your orgasm.

“That was beautiful.”

Regulus said with a happy smirk of approval before rising up.

“I’m pushing in now...just the tip at first. This may sting.”

Regulus’ voice was strained as he adjusted himself to your opening and slowly pushed inside. The moment that your body clenched around him; Regulus froze. He leaned down to feverishly kiss you.

“I’m sorry.”

He cooed. You shook your head.

“Just do it, please.”

You said through gritted teeth as each inch of his body pushed further inside. The full feeling didn’t ease up for a good moment either.

“Regulus, please.”

You cried. Regulus’ eyes were clenched shut.

“I’m about to come. Give me a moment.”

The two of you remained in the same position for a moment before Regulus nodded and shoved all the way in. You cried out from underneath him. Regulus quickly leaned down to kiss you gently.

“It's over, sweetheart. Tell me when you want me to move.”

You waited a moment longer as your body adjusted before raising your hips.

“Now, please move.”

Regulus quickly pulled out and eased back in. With each snap of his hips, you were again falling further and further over the edge.

“Coming.”

Regulus groaned through gritted teeth before sending both of you over the edge. Neither Regulus nor yourself wanted to move for a few moments. You lay lazily twirling your fingers in his sweat-drenched hair.

“Just so you know I can last longer than five minutes.”

Regulus said with a lazy smile. You giggled.

“I don’t doubt you.”

Regulus was the first to pull away. He reached for his wand and quickly cleaned up the mess that he left inside of you.

“This was a lot better than Slughorn’s Christmas party.”

You nodded, yawning as Regulus curled up beside you.

“Totally.”

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Snape’s Royal Blunder

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Summary: Snape runs his mouth and says the wrong thing. He quickly lives to regret his decision.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader 

Rating: T- fluff at the end

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“I think I am really going to like Transfiguration this year.”

Remus said looking cheerfully at the large book in front of him. He ignored the scowls coming from Sirius and James.

“Speak for yourself, nerd.”

Sirius said, smirking at the expression of annoyance coming from his friend.

“If it wasn’t for this nerd, you would have been in a lot of trouble by now. I don’t care how smart you are.”

Sirius put a hand over his head and faked a gag.

“So mean!”

Before Remus could make a comment you came storming into the common room with a red face full of tears.

“Y/n?”

James was the first to get up as you stormed past your friends without a word. Sirius put his book down and went to join James.

“That isn’t something that you see every day.”

James shook his head and patted Sirius on the back.

“Go be a good boyfriend and figure out what the problem is.”

Sirius shook his head and went back to his place on the couch.

“First thing about Y/n, she doesn’t like to be bothered while she's in the middle of a rage. When she wants me to find out, she’ll come to me.”

A few moments later, Lily came out of the girl's dormitory looking disturbed.

“Guys, not trying to start trouble but Snape said something really cruel to Y/n.”

James threw his book down, not caring where it went. The moment that Snape came into the equation as hopes of you just having a bad day went out the window. Peter and Remus also put down their books and looked ready to “take care of business.”

“What did he say?”

James and Sirius snapped at the same time. Lily winced. She didn’t really want to repeat the words that you told her but she knew that she would have to.

“Don’t make me say it.”

Sirius took off his robe and started rolling up his shirt sleeves.

“Lils, you can tell us or I can go down to the Slytherin common room and rub Snape’s face into the carpet until he had a carpet burn for the next month.”

Lily sighed.

“I told her that I wouldn’t say anything.”

Sirius smirked.

“You can say that I forced it out of you. So...what did the wimp say?”

Lily looked down at her feet before meeting her friend’s lion-like gaze.

“He called her your cock sucking whore and that the two of you would never amount to anything since you're a blood traitor.”

Sirius automatically turned and walked out of the common room to be joined seconds later by James, Remus, and Peter. He didn’t care if Snape called him a blood traitor. It wasn’t like his mother didn’t call him that a good 95% of the time but the second he called you a whore...Snape signed his own death warrant.

“I’ll hold him down and you can knock him senseless. Remus can play lookout and Peter can stand there and sing somebody’s gonna get it.”

James said, looking a little too cheerful for his own good. Snape had gone too far this time. When he messed with the group pet, he opened Pandora’s box.

“Snape is in the library.”

Peter said as he closed the map. Sirius smiled.

“Lots of heavy books...even better.”

Sirius slammed through the library doors and looked around manically until he saw the greasy slimeball that he was so eager to locate. Snape sat at a table with Regulus and some unknown Slytherin. Sirius didn’t feel too bad that his brother could be caught in the line of fire.

He knew the risk when he made friends with this creep.

Sirius thought as he walked over to the table. Snape looked up and immediately turned about two shades paler.

“Sirius, before you lose what control you have on that temper of yours…”

“Shut up!”

Sirius snapped. Regulus held a hand up.

“Sirius…”

Regulus immediately shut up when his brother's eyes locked on him.

“You shut up too!”

James had come out of nowhere and grabbed Snape as Sirius picked up a huge book on Herbology. He looked at it a moment with a pleased smile before handing it to Peter. Had the situation not been so serious, Snape would have made a comment about how Peter was about to cream his pants because he got a job to do (even if it was just holding a book).

Sirius turned his attention back to Remus and smiled coldly.

“Keep an eye out.”

(Half an hour later)

You sat in your room trying to study. After a while, you had finally calmed down over Snape’s comment. Why it bothered you so badly, you weren't sure. Maybe it was the fact that you thought Severus was your friend. He had been showing his true colors a lot lately and now he finally showed them to you.

You had gone to the common room to find your friends. They of all people would know how to cheer you up and if that didn’t work then you could drag Sirius to some hidden corner for alone time. Spending time with his lips locked on yours didn’t sound half bad either.

When you walked into the common room, they had all vanished. You frowned upon seeing all of their stuff still spread out just no Sirus, James, Remus, or Peter.

“Oh well. I’ll just go back to bed.”

You muttered, defeated and went back to the comfort of your bed.

A few moments later, Dorcas came sliding into the room clearly excited.

“Y/n! Sirius beat the shit out of Snape.”

You sat blinking a few times.

“What?”

Dorcas nodded.

“I saw it! It was epic! I have never seen Snape hit the ground so hard.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at the door and Sirius slowly stepped in. Dorcas immediately grinned.

“There you are! That was epic what you did!”

Sirius was busy looking at your still red face. He didn’t feel the least bit sorry for what he had just done either. Seeing you like this made the boyfriend in him seethe all over again. Sirius had partially ignored Dorcas for a moment.

“Yeah, skills. Can you give us some time alone?”

Dorcas nodded and walked out of the room with a happy smile on her face.

Once she was gone, you met Sirius'’ unhappy face.

“So you beat the crap out of him?”

Sirius nodded. He knew that you probably were not going to be happy with him. You were always begging him not to fight Snape. It wasn’t worth the time and effort...or the detention.

“I went down to scare him originally…”

Sirius said, softly as he walked over to join you on the bed. He flipped his long hair over his shoulder in order to watch your face.

“What did he say?”

You asked. Sirius shrugged.

“His exact words were..Ouch! Ouch! Sirius that’s my head ouch!”

You groaned the moment you looked down at Sirius’ bloody and bruised knuckles. Sirius winched when you gently stroked your hand over his.

“We need to put some ice on this.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“No need to fuss over me, love.”

You blinked.

“You just rearranged Severus Snape’s face because of what he called me.”

Sirius leaned back, looking extremely proud of himself.

“The creep deserved it. Play stupid games...win stupid prizes. It was even more amusing watching my brother about shit his pants because he thought that I was going to go after him next. I think ole Severus isn’t going to open his trap to you for a long time. That whole episode was called me being a good boyfriend. James, Remus, and Peter were working on being good friends.”

Sirius was pleased when you finally smiled. That alone told him that any wrongdoing (even though he knew that he was right) was forgiven.

You slowly crawled onto his lap and nuzzled your nose against his.

“Don’t think that I’m not flattered by what you did.”

You pressed soft kisses to Sirius’ cheeks before moving back to his mouth. He smiled against your mouth before wiggling those perfect eyebrows at you.

“I don’t think that you would be wanting to snog me if you were angry. I could be wrong though. You are the first girl that I have been with that likes angry kissing...not that I am complaining of course.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

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