#regulus HATES it cause it keeps getting stuck in his head

[hazybrained]

rosekiller would fuck HEAVY with this song

[ellecdc]

Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo. 

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred. 

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush. 

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly. 

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw. 

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off. 

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom. 

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear. 

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends. 

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.” 

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all. 

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started. 

You nodded quickly at that. 

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard. 

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.” 

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble. 

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes. 

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing. 

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed. 

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.” 

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened. 

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble. 

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged. 

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees. 

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you. 

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension. 

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.  

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that. 

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating. 

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

[toujoursrab]

Prompt: Suspect | Pairing: Jegulus | Word Count: 1079

Before he had time to reach for his wand, Regulus was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into an open door. He let out a loud, displeased sound of protest that went ignored. The rest of the students in the hallway, if they noticed the disruption, didn’t say anything of it. The door shut behind him with a loud ungraceful slam. Regulus stumbled back in the tightly enclosed space, narrowly hitting his head onto the wall. His heart stuttered in the confines of his chest, but not out of fear, more so because of the person who had just pulled him in. The offender lit his wand, causing the room to illuminate and Regulus to get a decent view of the only person allowed—and stupid enough—to handle him so recklessly.

 “A broom closet, really?” Regulus scowled, his arms crossing over his chest as James flashed one of his signature grins. “Since when have we become a cliché?”

“Baby, we’ve always been a cliché.” James insisted, his grin only growing wider. Finding creative ways to be with Regulus outside of their early morning Quidditch meet ups, late night Astronomy Tower dates when classes weren’t in session, and weekly Sunday evening supper in the Hogwarts kitchens, was the highlight of his day. He was satisfied with his relationship with Regulus, but it would be a lie to say he didn’t want more. Sneaking around could only sustain someone like James for so long. He was bursting at the seams, ready to announce his relationship to the entire castle so he can rant and rave about the boy he loves. But he couldn’t, and so he was doing his best to be patient. Probably why Regulus humored him and his antics for so long.

The sixth year’s lips pursed to the side, his nose scrunched just the tiniest bit in a way that made James swoon from how cute he looked. “I don’t remember signing up for that.”

“Not my problem you skipped over the full terms and conditions.”  The Gryffindor’s shoulders rolled into a shrug, grin dropping just a little bit as he casted a quick nox and lowered his wand. They were engulfed in darkness again. Before Regulus could speak, he felt himself being turned around. “Don’t distract me, Reggie. There’s a reason I’m here. You’re under arrest.” The tip of James wand was being pressed into the small of his back, but Regulus was moreso stuck on the words that fell from James lips. He always managed to catch him off guard. Regulus loved it. He assumed this was another one of James roleplaying games, that Regulus voluntarily played along with.

“More like under duress.” Regulus murmured under his breath before humoring James. “Are you going to tell me the charges or read my rights? You do know I have the right to a fair trial in front of the Wizengamont, and I should be able to owl my family lawyer before answering any of your questions. If you arrest me you’re going to have a lot of paperwork. You already hate writing essays. I saw you trying to bribe Lupin to write your Charms essay the other day.”

James let out a sound between a whine and a scoff. “Don’t get technical on me, baby. You’re overthinking it.”

“Sorry, sorry… carry on.” Regulus raised his hands in surrender, glad that James couldn’t see the smirk on his face. Maybe he enjoyed these roleplay games just as much as the Chaser did, mostly because Regulus liked to test his limits.  

“Your crimes are as followed: On the morning of February second, you sleepily walked into the Great Hall, sat down with your friends, prepared a cup of tea and proceeded to seek me out. We made eye contact for a solid two—no no—three minutes before you winked, causing me to lose my mind and flail, knocking Moony’s hot chocolate all over table… but mostly all over Wormtail. And you had the audacity to laugh about it—all while looking cute—”

Regulus almost laughed right then and there at the reminder of what transpired that morning at breakfast. He was able to keep his composure, however. Thankfully James couldn’t see the way his grey eyes twinkled in amusement. “I think you have the wrong guy. I did no such thing.”

“Are you not Regulus Arcturus Black? You’re the prime suspect.”  The only suspect really, but details.

“Where’s your proof? You can’t make an arrest without proof—”

“Regulus…” James lowered his wand, removing the point from Regulus back and tucking it into the pocket of his robes.

“Auror Potter.”  

“I was there this morning. You know I’m weak for your sleepy look and you used it against me. The wink was just cruel. Appreciated—but cruel.”

“If I am guilty of anything, it would be my greatest crime: stealing your heart.” Even as the words left Regulus’ mouth he felt himself cringe at the cheesiness of it all. Was this a side effect of being in love? Spewing cheesy—but truthful—statements at your partner.

James’ released a soft laugh, butterflies fluttered around in Regulus stomach at the sound. He placed his hands on Regulus’ waist and turned him around so that they were facing each other. There wasn’t much they could make out in the dark, but James had Regulus profile memorized. He pressed his forehead against Regulus’ as he leaned down, faintly brushing their lips together. “Who’s being cliché now?”

“Don’t break script, Auror Potter. You haven’t handed out my punishment.”  

“Tonight. Astronomy Tower. You’ll get your punishment.” James pressed a firm kiss to Regulus lips this time before releasing him and pulling back. As much as he didn’t want to separate from Regulus, he couldn’t afford to be late enough to get a detention, not when they had plans for the night. “Pretty sure we’re late for class.”

This time it was Regulus who pulled out his wand to light the closet. Using his other hand to smooth out the front of James uniform and then straighten his tie. When Regulus was satisfied, he looked up to meet the Gryffindor’s hazel eyes. Regulus smiled fondly. “James… soon, okay? We’ll tell everyone.”

“No more hiding?” James didn’t do much to hide the excited hopefulness from his tone.

“No more hiding.” And Regulus meant that, leaning up meet James lips in a chaste kiss. They could afford to be a few more minutes late.

[devcted]

attending hogwarts was once a dream of bee's, she waited so long for her fifteen birthday just so she could go to the wizarding school, the one where her parents before her had gone, where they met and fell in love, the same school where her father discovered his power as a wizard despite being muggleborn, her father was born of magic, an ancient magic that not even dumbledore himself held, neither did many purebloods it's a power that bee holds now.

but this school didn't live up to her dreams the way she had hoped, during her second year she'd been petrified alongside losing her close friend mini, a muggleborn hufflepuff who had been the first and only student killed that year and then the year after that she almost lost the boy who was supposed to be her own happy ending...

regulus black was a slytherin boy who she met during her very first year, on the train to hogwarts in fact. he bought her a bunch of cauldron cakes and she gave him her favorite book on dragons. she knew it was silly for a half blood hufflepuff to have a crush on a boy from one of the most elite pure blooded families in europe but she couldn't help it, something about him just drew her in, from his forest green eyes to the dazzling and charming smile that normally you would only read about in the stories about courageous princes that the beautiful princess falls head over heels for. but this prince was real, he was beautiful and he was everything she ever wanted despite the tragedy of his family and past.

despite the fact he has been fooled into believing a cause that targeted people like her friend mini or her father anakin. bee isn't naive, she knows that those beliefs were wrong and awful when people like her father did deserve to be here probably more so than some of these purebloods. but she also knows that regulus was manipulated, his parents had used his sweet heart and his desire to help others against him, she knows that he was fooled and tricked but he wasn't evil, he wasn't filled with hate towards muggleborns and so she stuck by his side, especially when he decided to defy voldemort even at the cost of almost losing his own life.

but she is her father's daughter and she would do anything to keep the person she loves alive and now today he stands tall, charming, and beautiful despite everything that he's been through and despite everything he's currently going through as it seemed they hadn't been quite finished yet because regulus's name was drawn from the goblet, joining her brother cedric in the triwizard tournament.

the idea makes her stomach turn, it was bad enough that cedric had entered his name in despite the concerns of the skywalker family, but he wanted to prove himself, not only make hogwarts proud but being pride to the skywalker name, prove that half-blood families were just as good as anyone else but then regulus gets entered despite never even entering his own name, what if something goes wrong? what if he gets hurt...she felt sick ever since dumbledore called out their names. but she tried to keep on a brave face, to show support for both hee brother and her dear friend, knowing regulus would only worry for her if she worried for him.

the yule ball is coming up soon, after the first task and at least that's something to look forward to as bee would never say no to wearing a beautiful gown and getting to dance away the night...even if that means she doesn't have a date. it's not like anyone hasn't asked her, being the sister of one of the triwizard champions a lot of guys seemed to want a chance but she told them all she wasn't interested as if she was almost hoping she'd be asked by someone else...someone dark curls and beautiful green eyes but she knew it wasn't really regulus's scene, that he had far too much on his mind to care about a stupid dance so she just decided that she'd go with her friends Instead, neville even offering to give her a dance despite attending with ginny weasely.

bee sighs softly, as she sits here waiting for regulus in the potions room. she kind of hates it in here, the dead animal in jars and just the presence of professor snape lingered even long after he left. but bee needed to get her grade up in the class, as she had always struggled with it where as regulus was perfect at everything even in the sense of willing to tutor the femme.

so she waits for him, trying her best to keep her mind busy as she reads fantastic beasts and where to find them for probably the hundredth time when regulus eventually shows up, his hair as perfect as his uniform as a warm smile grows over her lips.

as they start the assignment bee remembers why she has such trouble with this class, the fact that they have to use animal parts in some of the potions making her sad and it's almost as if regulus senses it as he begins to explain to her how they get crocodile heart. she forces a sad smile, feeling a bit more at ease that at least the crocodile had to die peacefully "but still, poor thing..." she frowns as he dumps it in. "such a cruel world when sweet creatures have to die." bee sighs softly blue eyes flickering up at him."but thanks...that helps."

bee watches the way he cuts, so perfectly and precise. it makes her cheeks flush, biting down on her bottom lip shyly as she tries not to distract herself from his words, nodding along tentatively to what he's telling her. "as finely as possible, got it." she says though she's not very confidently she has the finger work for such a thing and it only makes her nervous when he tells her that she has to do it on her own. "I'll need a few sips of this just to cut this lavender correctly." she says in a nervous chuckle before she gently takes the dagger from him, using the technique he showed her she tries to start cutting but she's feeling unsure of herself, biting down on her bottom lip as the embarrassment washes over her, looking up at him for reassurance. "l-like this?"

Regulus knew he’d made a mistake joining the Death Eaters when blood supremacy had almost killed Bee Skywalker in second year, petrifying her. It was something he would never forget; the sight of her in the hospital wing, the fear etched on her perfect face, frozen that way for presumably the rest of time. 

Eventually he knew they would reverse the petrification once the mandrakes were fully grown, but for many months he stayed at Bee’s bedside, worrying he’d never get the chance to tell her how he feels.

Uncle Lucius bragged about the diary he’d offloaded onto Ginny Weasley; how it was the Dark Lord’s and his will would work itself at Hogwarts through the artifact. Lord Voldemort’s cruelty didn’t end there; he used Kreacher to test defenses of his horcruxes, almost killing him in the process. When Regulus first joined the organization, he knew they would go to war for their own kind. He wasn’t completely naive; he understood lives would be taken. But his own ancestors were almost wiped out during the witch hunts, when wizards had attempted to integrate and survive amongst muggle society.

So, then, it was sound reasoning to him what his family always believed— that muggleborns shouldn’t be brought into the wizarding world. How much danger would that pose to them all? And even further than that, how many muggles could you marry until your magical bloodline was stamped out?

But Regulus was never particularly good at being cruel unless someone deserved it. And Bee Skywalker is the kindest person he’s ever met, only ever deserving kindness back. She didn’t deserve to be ‘cleansed’ along with the muggleborns just because she was walking with one when the basilisk attacked. Lucius would call him weak for faltering; for not having the stomach to stand by his convictions. But Regulus isn’t so sure he cares what Lucius thinks anymore, after watching how cruelly he plotted the demise of so many of his peers.

And then in third year, Sirius escaped Azkaban. He arrived at Hogwarts, looking for Peter Pettigrew, the man who had framed him for the murders. Harry Potter, of all people, had defended him, convincing Dumbledore to demand a trial with the use of Veritaserum. The difference, this time, was that they also had Peter Pettigrew, who finally confessed to the murders and set Sirius free.

Reconnecting with his brother was strange but welcome, especially after learning that Sirius was innocent and never on the Dark Lord’s side. He’d had his suspicions, especially since the other Death Eaters were hush about it, never wanting to speak of what Sirius had ‘done’.

With Sirius’s help, Regulus had finished the fake horcrux– something he’d been working on since Kreacher almost died defending the real one. Sirius expected Regulus to let him help, but instead he had bided his time, never telling his brother when he finally stole away to go steal the Dark Lord’s horcrux. After all, it was his fate to face. It was his price to pay, for everything he’d done. Only he could be Voldemort’s undoing by taking and destroying that piece of his soul. Only Kreacher accompanied him, to take the real locket and apparate away.

It was only because of Bee that he survived, being pulled out of the water. It was then that they discovered her ancient magic, a force so powerful it was able to destroy the inferi and save them both so they could escape.

It wasn’t until this year, year four, that Regulus turned in the real horcrux to Dumbledore in exchange for a pardon, offering all knowledge he had of the Dark Lord’s activities. They then performed the fidelius charm once more, hiding Sirius’s new home with Remus Lupin as the designated secret-keeper. Regulus decided then that he wouldn’t return home ever again, instead vowing to move in with Sirius once the school year was up once more. Being at the school or under Sirius’s care were his only options to avoid repercussions for leaving his post as a Death Eater. He’s sure his parents wouldn’t protect him, if faced with questions from Death Eaters.

But even after all of this preparation, Regulus isn’t sure he’ll survive the year. Because to top it off, his name was drawn in the Goblet of Fire. There were only supposed to be three names expelled from the goblet; one for Hogwarts, one for Durmstrang Institute and one for Beauxbatons Academy. Instead, two other names that weren’t submitted had emerged; Harry’s and Regulus’s. There had been uproar at first; many outraged, especially the teachers and students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. After all, with three champions, Hogwarts was mostly likely to win and it didn’t help that it was their school hosting the event. It looked every bit like cheating.

But Regulus knows better. His dark mark burns more frequently every week and he’s aware the Dark Lord is gaining power; he’s likely to enact his ritual to regain a body soon, although Regulus wasn’t given the details of what that ritual would entail. He wonders distantly if it’s possible the Triwizard Tournament is somehow apart of his plans.

He hopes more than anything that he’s wrong, not just because he’s left the Death Eaters but because he wants to tell Bee how he truly feels without worrying for her safety. The first task is looming ahead and not long after it is the Yule ball; students all over the school are already talking about who they’ll take. It almost feels trivial to Regulus, who is already steeped in a war that most students his age know nothing about. 

But he also can’t imagine Bee going with someone else and just the thought makes his stomach churn. She probably has no idea he cares about such a thing, because it’s not like he’s been honest with her. She found out his dark secret about being a death eater when she saw his arm, coincidentally on the same night he helped her with a werewolf transformation. They traded one secret for another, both outcasts at Hogwarts for very different reasons. In a sense, he’s lucky he shared his secrets about the cave and the horcrux, because how would she have known where to go when she caught him sneaking out? He would be dead without her.

But even still, after everything he’s done, how could she possibly like him the same way he likes her? Especially after being petrified in their second year; he doesn’t expect her to ever forgive him for the part he’s played in it all.

But they’re still friends somehow, and she hasn’t told anyone his secret. No one knows besides Bee, Sirius and Dumbledore. He’s not even sure that Sirius has mentioned it to Harry yet, who is also coming to live with them, being officially adopted by his god-father.

Regulus has a lot to say to her and for once it feels as if he’s incapable of stringing the words together. He’s been taught eloquence all of his life, charming teachers and important wizards, but he’s a little afraid of the most beautiful girl at the school. What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she saw him as a friend, or worse, held some resentment for how things have gone? Not that Bee has a resentful bone in her body.

He decides to write a note in a feeble attempt to organize his thoughts, but he only manages to scribble a few words:

Dear Bee,

I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but it’s difficult for me to breathe whenever you’re near. Truthfully, I don’t know how to ask this after so long of being careful not to hurt you, so I’m just going to say it.

Please go with me to the ball. I know I’m being selfish by asking, especially after everything I’ve put you through. You deserve someone kinder — more like you. But you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known and I can’t keep up this pretense anymore.

Yours,

R.A.B.

He takes the parchment with him after classes are over, carrying it in his things when they meet in the Potions dungeon for personal tutoring. Professor Snape is gone, leaving the classroom dark, cool and empty. The dark-bricked castle walls are lined with glass jars of pickled animals, something he knows Bee had never liked. They feel even more eerie in a quiet, near-empty classroom. He feels guilty for having left her alone in here, waiting on him to arrive. But she’s as kind and forgiving as she always is— maybe more than Regulus would ever deserve from her.

When they get started on brewing the Calming Draught, he gathers the ingredients from the supply cupboard; some lavender, a crocodile heart and peppermint. When he returns to Bee’s cauldron he sits down, laying out the herbs. The crocodile heart is conserved in a charmed bottle to keep it at the right temperature, and rather than removing it, Regulus tilts it out and into her cauldron. “Luckily, the heart doesn’t have to be cut or smashed in any particular way. It’s enough to just place it inside.” He glances at the Hufflepuff sideways, a little worried for her. He knows how soft and sweet she is; using animal parts isn’t in her nature. And then, realizing her thoughts, he adds, “You don’t have to worry about them harvesting the hearts unethically, if it’s any consolation. These are used for calming draughts, so the crocodiles had to die peacefully in order for their hearts to be of any use in the potion.” It’s something he knows only because he cared enough to research it. In that way, maybe he and Bee are more alike than he thinks. His mother would hate the thought, but for Regulus it gives him a little bit of comfort. But then he remembers what he’s done and sobers again, starting to get to work on chopping the peppermint. He uses Bee’s dagger to do so, slender fingers wrapped around the black handle.

The youngest Skywalker had requested tutoring on her potion making technique, wanting to score better grades on tests. Regulus was happy to comply because he enjoyed helping her as much as he loved spending time with her.

He tries to focus on how he can help– he knows how nervous she gets when working around Professor Snape, too. “Try to have a firm grip on the dagger when you’re cutting. You want to chop the herbs as finely as possible so they’re easier to combine with the rest of the potion.” Pushing the lavender towards her on the table, he hands her the dagger. “Go ahead and chop these for me.”

He wonders, silently to himself, if he’ll gather the courage to hand her the note. Maybe when they’re done and leaving the Potions dungeon, he would summon the courage. Or maybe it should be burned to save Bee from the fate of dating someone such as him. / @devcted

[the0doreslover]

Hard love | regulus black x fem!reader

Regulus black loved y/n l/n.

He knew it, his friends knew it, even his brother knew it. But most importantly she knew it.

So how was she here? Standing infront of him, tears streaming down her face, listening to last things she would ever expect to come out her boyfriends mouth.

“We need to break up”

“Did I do something?” She choked out

How can she blame herself?

“No, I just can’t love you anymore”

how could I say that?

“You don’t love me anymore?” She breathed out wiping her tears

“How many times do I need to explain it? I can’t be in a relationship with you anymore!” He said raising his voice slightly

Fuck

“Fine” she whispered before walking out of his dorm.

Regulus couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move because then it would all be real, he looked down at his covered forearm and that’s when he finally let himself be vulnerable as the tears fell onto the fabric covering his arm.

It had been snowing all night, and the news of how y/n was seen last night in tears leaving regulus’s room had spread fast

“You okay?” Narcissa asked as y/n entered the great hall for breakfast

“Yup” she replied trying to keep your eyes open

“Oh salazar y/n did you get any sleep last night”

“Yeah plenty” she lied, but really every time she closed her eyes she remembered what regulus said to her

“I can’t love you anymore”

“Mate why’d you break up with her?” Evan said as he sat down opposite regulus

“No particular reason” he replied annoyed that everywhere he went he was reminded of what he was forced to do, to protect you. (Or so he thought)

“So you broke her heart for no particular reason?” Evan pressed

“It’s a lot more than that now can you drop it” regulus snapped

“Alright fine fine just keep in mind, you lost a good one” Evan said putting his hands up

You think I don’t know that

“You alright l/n” Sirius said as he caught up with y/n in the halls

“yeah I’m fine why?” She questioned raising her eyebrows

“Is it true you and my brother broke up?”

“Does everyone know?” She sighed

“Listen, I know you know I left him. But listen I regret it I really really do but knowing he had you made me hate it all little less”

“What are you trying to say Sirius?”

“Talk to him, please last I heard mother was trying to get him to take the mark.” Sirius said causing her eyes to widen “obviously he wouldn’t tell you in his mind I bet he thought he was protecting you he’s silly that way” he chuckled as she smiled

“Thank you” she smiled

“Take care of yourself l/n” he nodded towards her as she continued walking to your next class.

She entered potions and took her seat

“Good morning class” slughorn said as an unenthusiastic wave of “morning” came

“Today we will be brewing the draught of living death!” He said excitedly “now I will call out your partners for today”

“Mr Rosier and miss Parkinson”

“Miss lovegood and mr crouch”

“Miss l/n and mr black”

great.

She looked up at the boy as he gathered his things and walked over to her

“I’ll go get ingredients” is the only thing he said to her before hurrying off to grab them causing making her scoff

Once regulus came back he put everything down and opened the textbook

“You do realise we have to talk in order to make the potion” she said

“No, no we don’t” he replied his eyes still stuck on the book.

She grabbed the powdered root of asphodel before it managed to slip out of her hands. kissing her teeth she bent down to pick it up along with regulus doing the same

“I could do it myself” she said before looking down, letting go of the root she saw his sleeve raise slightly as the shape of a skull showed, unfortunately so did regulus who sucked in a sharp breath and quickly pulled it down before excusing himself to the bathroom.

She was still crouching on the floor as she tried to wrap her head around what she just saw.

It was true.

Without bothering to excuse herself she rushed out of the room and hurriedly tried to catch up with him

“L/n” she turned around and saw Sirius and his friend James “he went in that bathroom” he pointed

“How did you know I was looking for- never mind thanks ” she started before cutting herself off and quickly hurrying towards the bathroom.

As she entered she smacked face first into someone’s chest

“y/n what are you doing” regulus asked

“It was true”

“What was true?”

“You know what I’m talking about”

He stared at you “The less I talk about it the less real it feels”

“Is that the reason you don’t love me anymore?”

Regulus sighed “I could never not love you…”

“What?”

“I’m not a good person anymore”

“You think that mark defines you?”

“I don’t think, I know it does”

“Fuck” she whispered before grabbing a pen out her pocket and drawing a very bad skull

“Y/n stop it”

She lifted up her arm and shoved it in his face “I’m still y/n, like your still regulus and regulus needs someone so regulus is going to get me” she said before his eyes started watering

“I don’t know what I’m going to do y/n/n!” He said as she brought him in for a hug

“Well for starters I’m going to get you out that house”

“I don’t care about any of that right now as long as you forgive me”

“Always” she said as he placed a kiss on her forehead then her lips

“I love you”

[fruitcoops]

I think it would be really interesting for leo and sirius to talk ab how they both didn’t go to college and how they both joined the nhl at 18 but had v different upbringings

Ooo, I like this one! I’m always down for some Cap and Knutty bonding. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for mentioned bad parenting

“Kinda weird, isn’t it?” Leo said, breaking the nighttime silence after many long minutes of just their breathing. Sirius hummed in question. “Starting all this so young.”

Sirius made a noncommittal noise and Leo shifted, never taking his eyes off the sky. There was too much light pollution to see the stars properly in Gryffindor, but the roof of the rink didn’t have a bad view; the planes flying overhead brought pinpricks of brightness to the indigo blur.

“Was it hard for you?”

He heard Sirius’ coat move. “Was what hard?”

“Starting the NHL at eighteen.”

There was a long beat of silence. “Sometimes.”

“I didn’t know if I would make it,” Leo confessed, still barely above a murmur. Nobody else was around, but it didn’t feel right to talk in normal voices. The whole world was muted, save for the noise of the city below them. “There was just so much to do.”

Sirius laughed softly. “I hate to break it to you, rookie, but that doesn’t change.”

“How do you deal with it?”

“Before, or now?”

Leo thought for a moment. “Both.”

“Before, I would go home and shoot pucks until I was too tired to stand up. Sometimes I would read.” It wasn’t a secret, but it still made Leo’s heart hurt to remember. Nobody as kind and hardworking as Sirius deserved that. “Now, I make myself some food, take a shower, and steal Re’s softest hoodie.”

Leo could hear his smile in the dark—it echoed his own. “Nothing better, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Finn’s fit me best,” he mused. “But Lo’s smell better.”

“Ah, he finally discovered deodorant?”

“Shut up,” Leo teased, elbowing his ribs. Sirius laughed a little louder; in the light of the streetlamps and the absence of his granite-hard focus, it was easy to remember that he was only 26. Leo had worshipped him as a kid, but now he just saw Sirius for what he was. His captain, who guided him through the playoffs even when his personal life was crumbling apart. His older brother, though Sirius certainly wouldn’t think of him that way. His friend.

“Really, though, it’s important to have those connections,” Sirius said when they both calmed down. “Being alone is good, but only if you know you have people to talk to when you need them.”

“Was it easier when you weren’t living with someone?”

“No.” The answer was immediate.

“Sometimes I want the apartment to myself.” Leo lowered his voice unconsciously, then sighed. “It’s not because I don’t want them there. I just need to be alone. Wash the dishes. Clean my room. Call my mom.”

“You should tell them.”

He turned his head slightly; Sirius was still scanning the sky. “Is that what you did?”

“It took a couple hiccups, but yeah. If one of us needs some alone time, the other will go to the grocery store or take a walk, maybe hang out with friends. You just have to make sure your boys know that it’s not personal.”

“You’re freakishly good at sage advice.”

Sirius snorted. “Merci, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.”

“Yeah, you are.” He raised his hands, as if outlining a marquee. “The Eternal Rookie, starring Leo Knut.”

Leo stuck his tongue out, feeling rather petulant about the whole thing. “Watch it, Cap, I’m gonna sic Dumo on you.”

“My own father?” Sirius gasped dramatically. “How could you?”

“Did you ever get homesick?”

The question was out of the blue—he didn’t blame Sirius for faltering. Honestly, Leo was kicking himself for asking in the first place, though he had been keeping it in for ages. Unspoken rule of the Lions #1: Don’t ask Cap about his childhood.

“I…” Sirius fell silent once more.

“I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, and he meant it. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I missed Regulus,” Sirius continued carefully without acknowledging him. “But no, I didn’t get homesick. I didn’t have time, or a real reason.”

Alone in a new city, finally out of a horrible living situation, but desperately missing the little brother he left behind… Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine going through it when the NHL by itself was already overwhelming to his teenage brain. He scooted an inch closer until their shoulders touched. “I get homesick every couple of months.”

“You have a kind family.”

“Have you even met them?”

“At the party.” Sirius’ smile was practically audible. “Your mother was very excited to see me.”

“Oh, god,” Leo groaned. “What happened?”

“She—“ He broke off with a laugh. “She was very nice, I promise, but I think I surprised her because she squeaked when I said ‘hello’.”

Leo shook his head. “Did you sneak up on her?”

“I’m six two, I can’t sneak up on anyone!”

“You walk like a fucking ghost, dude! It’s creepy!”

“Okay, rude.”

“I swear, you and Loops need to be belled like cats,” Leo huffed.

They lapsed back into comfortable quiet for a few more minutes as a train rattled past on one side and the metro busses rolled down Main Street on the other. It had taken Leo a long time to figure out Gryff’s layout, and even longer to get used to the sounds of the city.

“What does it feel like?”

Leo blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. “What?”

“Being homesick.” Sirius shifted again and folded his hands over his stomach. “I didn’t notice much of a difference in practices when I started the NHL, and going back to my parents’ house wasn’t my exactly a highlight of my year.”

Curiosity overrode his tact and reasoning skills. “You never asked Logan?”

“Non. It was different, with him. He had already left to go to college before I knew him, and spent four years away from his family.”

“Right.” Leo forgot about that on occasion. That Finn and Logan might be five years older than him, but they had only been rookies a year or two prior. Not everyone went straight from their city select team to an official draft. “It’s hard to describe.”

Sirius made an understanding noise, but he couldn’t entirely mask his disappointment. Leo licked his lips and tried again.

“It’s like a piece of you isn’t where it’s supposed to be. And it keeps tugging on your chest, but you never know when it’s going to start and stop so you just… deal with it. You ignore it some days and you think about it other days.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “The hard days are when you remember you can’t go back to the way things were before. I don’t even call my mom sometimes, ‘cause I know it’ll make me sadder.”

“The way things were before?”

“Yeah, like—like all my classmates are in college, and I’m laying on a roof with one of the most famous hockey players in the history of forever.” That drew a light laugh from them both. “I’m gonna go back to my reunion in a couple years and have literally nothing in common with the people I used to be friends with.”

“Sometimes I wish I went to college,” Sirius said. “But I would have missed so much if I did. I don’t think I would have been happy there.”

“Finn and Logan get weird about college.” Maybe he shouldn’t be talking about it, but Leo had the feeling none of their conversation would leave the rooftop. “It was hard for them, with all their shit.”

“Re does, too.” He recognized the sad edge in Sirius’ voice; it was the same as his own. “For a different reason. It started good, and ended bad.”

“I’m glad I missed out on that,” Leo said, biting down the urge to scream at the universe for putting their significant others through so much hardship at an already-difficult time. None of them deserved the pain they went through. “Besides, it’s not like we need degrees to play hockey, and we’ll have plenty of money afterward.”

“I never thought about my life after hockey until my ankle.”

“My parents always pushed me to make sure I wanted to do the NHL instead of more school.”

“You’re lucky to have them.”

“I wish you did.”

The words hung suspended between them before Leo could swallow them back down, somehow dangerous and calming at the same time. It wasn’t like he had never thought about it before; he just hadn’t said it out loud. The first time he had seen Sirius’ parents across the rink had given him a case of the heebie-jeebies so strong he had to shower twice. All the times after that just made him angry.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Sirius’ voice was quiet, but not upset. “You’re not the first person to say it. I’m glad you feel like you can be honest with me.”

Leo frowned. “Well, yeah. Obviously.”

“I try really hard to not be an asshole captain, so it actually does mean a lot.”

“I don’t think you could be an asshole if you tried.”

The barking laugh that split the night startled Leo so bad he nearly jumped out of his skin; Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth, though he was still snickering. “Sorry, sorry, I just—holy shit, I forgot you didn’t know me before. Mon dieu.”

“You weren’t that bad,” Leo protested. “Pots said you used to be grumpier, but that’s it.”

Sirius shook his head, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. “I was such a dick. There’s not a single picture of the whole team where I’m smiling for about two years and I was such a stickler for the rules.”

Leo gaped at him. “You followed rules?”

“To the fucking letter. It was awful.”

“What happened?”

Sirius shrugged. “I got friends. Idiot friends who did things like showing me the easiest way onto the roof. Pots used to drag me up here every Friday.”

“Really?”

“Ouais.” Mischief flitted over his face. “He skipped date night with Lily once on accident, and she tracked us up here like a bloodhound. It was terrifying.”

“What did you do?” Lily was one of the nicest people Leo knew, but he knew better than to get on her bad side.

“Lied to her face while James hid behind that strobe light.”

“Did it work?”

“Are you kidding?” he snorted. “She called me a liar and suggested getting a better best friend. That was after she told James he’s better have something nice planned for their next date if he ever wanted to get in her pants again.”

“And yet you didn’t listen to her.” Leo tsked. “Of all the people on the team, you chose the hot mess.”

“Trust me, rookie, James had his whole life figured out compared to me.”

“Did you…” Leo trailed off and but his lip. He had pushed his luck a lot already; who knew if one more question would be the tipping point? “Did you ever think about coming out? Even just to Pots.”

Sirius didn’t hesitate. “After every single game.”

“For seven years?”

“Up until the day those pictures were leaked. Even more after Re and I were together.”

“How old were you when you knew?”

“13. You?”

Leo exhaled slowly. “I’m not sure. I think I had an idea of it as a kid, but didn’t really get it until I was in high school. My parents were even more worried about the NHL after I told them.”

“They worry a lot about you.”

“Only child, and I was going for a wildly unstable career path with no guarantee that I would ever see the ice.”

“They’re proud of you. More than you know.” Sirius’ watch beeped. “It’s ten o’clock. Are you supposed to be home?”

“I should probably make sure my boys haven’t burned down the apartment.” Neither of them made an attempt to move. “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course.”

You’re like a brother to me, he wanted to say. I don’t know who else I can talk to like this. “Thank you.”

“Any time. We don’t have to do extra practice beforehand, either.”

Leo nudged him gently. “You’re the best captain ever.”

“You’re the best rookie, rookie.”

“I’m not a rookie.”

“Yeah, you are.”

Yeah, I am, he thought as they laid side-by-side in silence once more with the past behind them and the future ahead. And if I end up like you, it means I did something right.

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

Like a dream pt. 1|2 [Sirius Black x Reader] - Challenge

Title: Like a dream pt. 1 ➔ Like a dream pt. 2 - Here! Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader   Word count: 3.4k Published: 20 January 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: Important note at the end Summary: Sirius and you were supposed to be enemies, but your crush on him might not be as unrequited as you thought. Challenge: [x] [x] This is part of @sleep-i-ness​ writing challenge on tumblr. I used the below dialogue 

“Can I kiss you?” “I don’t know, can you?”

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You always disliked Sirius Black. Or at least that’s what you told everyone who dared to comment on your constant bickering and picking on one another. But you couldn’t deceive yourself. You caught yourself gazing at the boy from afar, hands getting clammy around him, air stuck in your lungs.

You felt your face heat up around him, making your crush on the boy dangerously obvious. You tried to conceal it with muggle makeup and useful charms you learnt from your friends and so far, it has been helping, but your nervous state couldn’t be fixed, even if you tried to count from one to ten, even if you tried to think of awful thoughts. The boy had effects on you that no one else had.

Your families having an amazing relationship didn’t help in keeping a distance either. So, when your mother announced the Blacks visit, you almost forgot to breathe for a mere second. You rushed up to your room, dressing up into your prettiest dress, putting on just a small amount of make-up, before taking care of the mess on top of your head that others called hair.

It barely took an hour or so before you heard your parents greeting the Blacks downstairs. You took a deep breath and wore the coldest expression you could possibly manage. You knew Sirius would have a couple of snarky comments spiced up with his usually cocky grin, one that always took your breath away, so you composed yourself and prepared for the worst.

Walking down the stairs felt even more difficult as your legs slightly wobbled. When you caught sight of him, even the air stuck in your lungs, your throat dried out. You wanted to scream into outer space, scolding yourself for being affected by someone who never really had a kind word to say to you. Although he never really offended you either. You just mutually got on each others’ nerves.

“Darling, finally, come on down,” your mother ushered you over to them as she saw you heading down the stairs.

You smiled sweetly as you greeted Walburga and Orion, before you turned to Regulus, but when your eyes met Sirius, words didn’t seem to want to leave your lips. He wore his usual cocky smile as he studied your face, seemingly unbothered about the lack of greeting.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asked, snickering as his parents followed yours into the dining room with Regulus behind them.

“You wish, Black,” you scoffed, but deep down you wanted to run into a wall. You were not one to be silent, one without words, but Sirius’ presence often caused you a momentary brain damage.

“Actually, I don’t. It would get boring,” he shrugged casually. You tilted your head in confusion, brows furrowed.

“You can’t possibly tell me you wouldn’t be happy if I couldn’t talk,” you raised a brow curiously.

“So, I’d have to listen to my own voice at all times? I’d love it. For a short period of time, of course. But for any longer, please, even I’d go mental,” he pulled a face, making you giggle. It wasn’t a sound you often let yourself have when Sirius was around. You didn’t necessarily hate each other, but none of you really had a nice word to say to the other, which often led to a bickering session.

“And we certainly wouldn’t want that,” you added sarcastically with a cheeky grin across your face.

“Are you going to join us today?” Regulus arrived from the dining room, waving his hand to follow him.

You joined your families at the table, quickly diving into the food, trying to avoid any awkward conversation. As you looked up at Sirius, his cold expression and blank eyes reminded you of the rumours you heard about his relationship with his family. He was distant and almost robotic.

“Darling, how’s school been?” Walburga turned to you with a sweet, but very clearly phony expression.

“It’s been going well, thank you for asking. I’m certainly not going to be a potions master, but I’m doing rather well in all my other classes,” you replied with a genuine smile, feeling proud of your achievements.

“That’s wonderful, dear,” she smiled as she turned to your mother. “You have got a beautiful and very intelligent child on your hand, love. You must be very proud of her,” she added. Your mom quickly tapped her lips with a napkin, ready to answer.

“Indeed. She is making us very proud,” she replied as she turned to you and offered you a loving, happy smile. “But I’m sure you are just as proud. You have two amazing sons who I hear seem to do quite well in school and part of the quidditch team of their houses as well,” she added, the information you have shared with her finally becoming useful.

“Regulus is indeed doing very well. Top grades of his year and it seems he will soon be captain of the quidditch team,” she added with a proud smile, but then the conversation turned into an awkward silence as Walburga decided not to mention Sirius. As you looked at the boy, he was wearing the same cold expression, slightly more annoyed than before as he rolled his eyes.

You wanted to tell him to ignore his mother’s mean behaviour, but you didn’t have the right to. You didn’t know much about their relationship and you certainly didn’t have a friendship of any kind with Sirius.

Instead, you heaved a deep sigh, swallowed hard and concentrated back on your meal.

The dinner didn’t last long, soon you found yourself in the living room, sipping on a cup of tea, your parents having an utterly boring conversation with the Blacks.

“Mom, would you please excuse me?” you asked as you placed your cup and saucer on the table in front of you.

“Of course, darling, go ahead,” she smiled and continued her conversation with Walburga.

You stood up from your seat and looked over at Sirius who seemed even more miserable than you. It was clearly painted across his face that he didn’t want to be there, let alone listen to the conversation your parents were having.

“Mrs. Black, would you mind if I stole Sirius for a second?” you asked. The woman looked at her son, slight disappointment across her face, but then she nodded reluctantly.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” she shook her head. Sirius looked at you with a frown across his face as he stood and followed you out of the house, straight to the garden.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“You couldn’t look any more miserable sitting there,” you shrugged.

“Thanks,” he scoffed as he took a seat on a bench beside the wall. You sat down next to him, a slightly awkward silence distancing the two of you as you kept your eyes busy, looking around the carefully planted flowers your mother felt so proud of.

“You know, this is not the Black I’m used to,” you added as you grew tired of the silence.

“Why, what did you expect?” he tilted his head backwards, looking up at the darkness, stars lighting up the sky.

“I don’t really know. In school you are cocky, unpredictable and not to mention annoying at all times,” you scoffed as you remembered how many times you wanted to wrap your fingers around his neck and squeeze it, just a little. “But here you are like this sample boy. Quiet and well behaved, but most of all cold,” he grimaced at your words, which you weren’t sure how to take at first.

“My parents hate me, how else am I supposed to behave? I don’t plan to fuel the fire any more than it already is,” he replied with a serious expression.

“Well, I know my words don’t mean much, but if it’s worth even a bit, I prefer the Sirius I go to school with,” you shrugged casually, trying not to reveal your crush on him, but still trying to be honest. When Sirius started smiling, you couldn’t stop yourself from mirroring his expression.

“Huh, so you don’t hate me that much after all,” he snickered proudly, his usually cocky smirk painted across his face once again.

“I never hated you. I just can’t stand you,” you added as you turned away from the boy, trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

He leaned forward, attempting to catch a glimpse of your face, but you carefully looked anywhere except him. “Then why are you blushing?” he chuckled as your head shot up, looking straight into his grey eyes that seemed even darker under the moonlight. He must have understood your confusion. “Your ears are bright red,” he added with a cheeky wink.

You groaned, feeling annoyed both because of your own obvious behaviour and his impeccable sight. “I’m just feeling warm,” you tried to save the situation which earned you a sceptical look from Sirius before it quickly turned into a barking laughter.

“I’m sure that’s true. Especially because there are goosebumps all over your arm,” he chuckled as he bit into his lower lip, your eyes immediately focusing on his movement. You scolded yourself inside for your silly behaviour and folded your arms in front of your chest as you turned away from the boy, quietly sulking.

He took off his suit jacket and placed it on your back, his scent finding its way into your nostrils almost immediately. It was warm and soft, and it smelled like him. You looked at the boy with a questioningly raised brow, not knowing how to take it.

“What? I can’t possibly have a beautiful lady freezing to death beside me,” he shrugged nonchalantly with a mischievous smile playing in the corner of his mouth.

“Beautiful lady?” you asked, scepticism clear in your tone. “When in the last 5 minutes did I become a beautiful lady?” you snorted in disbelief, ignoring how un-ladylike it was.

“You have always been beautiful,” he added casually as if the words were more familiar to him than to you. You frowned at his unusual behaviour, complimenting each other was not something you often or ever did.

“Are you sick? Are you under some kind of a potion? Blink twice if you are,” you nagged him, causing a silent laughter to erupt from his lungs.

“I’m perfectly fine. You know, just because people don’t say something out loud, it doesn’t mean they don’t think it,” he said.

“Okay- thanks, I guess,” you tried to find the right words to say.

“Not a problem,” he smiled proudly.

Once again, an awkward silence fell on the pair of you, but this time you couldn’t possibly break it. His unusual behaviour made you feel wary and you weren’t sure what would be the best way to strike up a conversation.

“Did I make you feel awkward?” he asked, his eyes focused on the dark sky and the small little stars painted across it.

“I wouldn’t say you made me feel awkward, but I certainly didn’t expect any positive comment from you,” you shrugged casually, trying to play it cool. Your heart was pulsing loudly in your ears, your throat dried out, but you couldn’t have given even a hint of the effects he had on you.

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” he groaned.

“I’m not saying you are, but we are always bickering about some silly thing that I can’t even remember because it’s always so meaningless, so for you to say that I’m beautiful, it was certainly unexpected,” you explained.

“Well, I can’t possibly tell you how pretty you are in the middle of our little arguments.”

“Actually, you could,” you snickered, which made him chuckle as he watched your playful expression.

“Now that you mention it, if I used it before, you might have shut up quicker,” he snorted as he saw your face turn into an expression that clearly screamed how badly you wanted to hex him.

“You are going too far, Black,” you added.

“Isn’t that what we usually do?” he asked wriggling his brows, making you chuckle.

“What was that creepy move?” you asked, trying to silence your laughter.

“My signature move,” he winked. “Girls, love it.”

“Sure, if you want to scare them away,” you huffed, but you couldn’t remove the smile from your face.

“We could have done this sooner, you know,” he stated, making you feel confused.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Have a normal conversation without you getting mad at me?” he grinned.

“I wouldn’t get mad at you if you didn’t behave like a complete idiot,” you shrugged, your smile still hiding in the corner of your lips.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “But then how else would I catch my crush’s attention?” he raised a questioning brow. For a second you thought you heard it wrong, for a second you thought you were hallucinating. His words seemed too unreal.

“You what?” you attempted to word your confusion.

“How else did you expect me to get your attention?” he chuckled playfully, his own words making him feel lighter.

“Why would you want to catch my attention?” you asked dumbfounded.

“Have you even heard what I said?'' he laughed watching the confused expression across your face. “I will help you out. I just said I wanted to catch my crush’s attention. My crush would be you. Do you need any further explanation?” he chuckled playfully as your face grew even more confused. As if your brain was unable to process his words. Even your own brain couldn’t believe what he said. But your heart, your heart was beating dangerously as the words left his mouth as if they needed no further explanation.  

“You like me?” you asked, clearly needing more to go on.

“I have fancied you since forever,” he smiled as he scooted closer to you on the bench. “I wasn’t sure if you liked me, you always got mad at me. But then sometimes you gave me these mixed signals and I couldn’t place it anywhere,” he shook his head scoffing. “Up until I overheard Lily’s conversation with James, and it felt like hope,” he raised a questioning brow, waiting for you to put the puzzles together, but you remained silent.

He turned his complete torso towards you, watching your profile as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t turn away. You knew you were exposed, but you still didn’t know how to react. You looked at the boy, his grey eyes eagerly waiting for you to say something.

“What do you want me to say?” you asked. “You already know, don’t you?” you turned away as you heaved a deep sigh.

“I just overheard a conversation, that means nothing,” he shook his head, disputing. “Look at me, please,” he asked as he gently got hold of your jaw and turned you back. “Do you like me?” he asked, wasting no time.

You wanted to say no, you still couldn’t believe his words. Your constant bickering has been ongoing for so long, that it just didn’t make sense. But then something had changed in you too. You didn’t know when you started having feelings for him, but it just happened. However, accepting your own feelings seemed more reasonable than his.

“I’m being honest. I do like you. I have for quite a while,” his eyes didn’t lie. He looked at you with a warm, loving expression and although it was hard to believe his words, his gaze couldn’t have lied.

You let out a deep breath as you composed yourself, preparing for the worst. Maybe it was a prank, and he was going to laugh, maybe he was just joking with your feelings, maybe he made a silly bet with someone. You didn’t know what to expect, but every possible negative outcome went through your head ringing an alarm.

You looked down at your lap, playing with your hands nervously. “I do like you,” you whispered, your tone uncertain and barely audible. You collected all the bravery you could find within you and looked up at him. A gentle, warm smile spread across his face as he lifted one of your hands and cupped it in his, warming up your cold skin. His genuine expression reassured you with a simple look at him. The whole boy seemed so happy, he couldn’t have played the part that well. It felt unreal, as if a dream of yours came true, but you couldn’t possibly feel happier.  

“So, if I ask you to go out with me, would I get a yes?” he asked as his smile grew wider.

“I guess, you would have to ask me first,” you chuckled, making him huff playfully.

“Okay, so, would you like to go out with me?” he asked confidently and for a second you left him hanging, as if you were debating your options.

“I guess that could be arranged,” you replied which made him shake his head as he pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his face hidden in your neck. As he pulled away, he stopped a few inches away from your face, his eyes wandering between your eyes and lips, his intentions screaming obviousness.

“I- Can I kiss you?” he asked, the unusual uncertainty in his voice making you braver this time.

“I don’t know, can you?” you asked back, clearly catching him off guard. But soon his surprised expression turned into a cheeky grin.

“Well, I could,” he smirked, but didn’t move.

“Then I guess the question is, will you?” you added playfully, trying to guide him to the right direction, hoping for him to finally make that last step.

“Would you like me to?” he played along, but this time you started losing your patience.

“For Merlin’s sake, just kiss me already!” you instructed him, huffing, both of you laughing silently, before he placed his hands on each side of your neck and pulled you closer to him, attaching his lips to yours finally.

As if you have been waiting forever, it felt like pure satisfaction, warm, happy and safe. Sirius felt like a safe place that you didn’t know you needed, but now that you were there, you couldn’t even think of ever letting go. You fit into each other’s embrace so perfectly, it felt like a dream.

…

Your body was sweating, your head was spinning as you slowly opened your eyes. A wet towel was carefully placed on your forehead which fell down into your lap as you slowly pushed yourself up into a seated position.

As you looked around you recognised the hospital wing of Hogwarts, the metal frame of the bed creaking as you moved around. You pulled the cover off your body and placed your feet on the cold floor, hissing at the uncomfortable feeling. But before you could have gotten out of bed, the door opened, and a blonde-haired girl walked into the infirmary, reading a newspaper.

“Marlene?” you asked. She looked up from her book and gave you a confused look.

“What are you doing? Madam Pomfrey said you should rest. You got hit pretty badly,” she added as she sat down beside you.

“What are you talking about?” you frowned in confusion.

“You got hit by a bludger and passed out. Do you not remember?” you shook your head in a reply.

“And what about Sirius?” you asked, clinging onto the only recent memory you could remember.

“What are you talking about? You hate Sirius,” she furrowed her brows as she watched your face fall.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you have been kicked in the gut and kneed in the chest. Air didn’t seem to want to leave or enter your body as you finally understood that it was all a dream. A wishful thinking that you knew too well would never happen. There was no way Sirius would ever look at you that way and to realise it after you woke up from a dream that quite possibly felt like the best thing that happened to you in awhile, it was heart-breaking.

“I do,” you replied as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks and reveal your well-hidden secret. You felt so stupid, so naive for thinking about having a shot at the coolest boy of the school, but most of all, you hated yourself for having such a vivid dream. A dream that you knew will always remain only a dream.

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What You Did Last Summer- Regulus Black Oneshot

TW: implied child abuse, forced scarification/ dark mark

     He had been avoiding me since the middle of summer. It started slowly, like when I began to notice he stopped addressing my letters to "ma cherie" but rather my name. Then the letters became less, only once a week, then once every other week despite the many letters I would send him. When I attempted to come visit him at the Black manor as we had planned just weeks before, I was told he had fallen ill was too sick to see me even though I saw his shadow brush past like a phantom ghost just down the hallway. Eventually my letters were returned to me, completely unopened with a short letter attached stating I was to stop sending letters and if I didn't, they would be used as fire kindling.      School had began again just a week ago and he was never alone, always surrounded by new founded friends who held their noses high in the air and would yell slurs down the corridor as easily as it was saying their names. I knew he enjoyed being alone, I knew those were fake smiles, I knew he hated when one of his new friends would rip the book from his hands and toss it between a few of them as if it was a game rather than a rude disruption of a calm activity he enjoyed. I knew he hated also saying the slurs his friends said so easily, I knew it caused bile to rise in his throat every time he forced the syllables past his teeth.      He avoided me, within one week he had completely rearranged his class schedule so we barely had any classes together, ruining the amount of time we had spent just months before discussing our timetables so we could share as many classes together as possible. And the classes we did have together, he avoided my gaze, his nose stuck to his books or Potions ingredients, sitting as far from me as possible.      He continued to leave his long sleeves rolled down to his wrists despite the unusually warm September weather, constantly pushing them down to keep his forearms covered, unlike his new idiot friends who boasted about their new Dark Marks, and about how they now followed the Dark Lord who would eventually become the new leader of the wizarding world and rid the world of anyone but pure bloods.      The dirty secrets he kept from me about the past summer made me sick, made my stomach churn and my mind race. I know he didn't agree with the ideology of Voldemort or the beliefs his parents had tried to force down his throat his entire life. I knew he was more like his older brother Sirius who had rebelled against their parents but because of how often he heard their disgust and dismay in regard of his brother, that he did not want to disappoint them or make them lose their only remaining heir.      It's tearing me apart, the fake smiles, the forced laughter, the comments about half bloods or muggleborns. I knew this wasn't the real him.      I had somehow managed to corner him after he was leaving the Great Hall with his friends, fellow Slytherins he had previously stated he hated and found idiotic. "Regulus!" I called, quickly running after him. He glanced over his shoulder to look at me and I could see the defeat in his eyes and the slight slump of his shoulders as I got closer to him.      "Addy..." He said quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor, ignoring the calls of his friends who were making their way to their next class.      "Where have you been?' I asked, the anger and confusion that had followed me for the past few weeks that I had somehow pushed down, bubbling to the surface.      "You know where I've been." He said quietly, not meeting my eye.      “I'm sure Orion and Walburga are proud." I sneered nodding to his covered arm.      "Addy please, not here." He glanced to me and then back to his friends. He rubbed the back of his neck with the arm that held his secrets and before he could stop me I grabbed his arm, pushing up the white sleeve of his button up shirt, revealing the twisted black snake ink of the Dark Mark he had tried to cover and keep a secret.      "I know what you did last summer." I say, dropping his arm and looking at him in disgust.      “I didn't do anything." He clutched his arm to his chest, pushing the sleeve back down.      "Just lied to me." I shake my head and go to walk away but he grabs my hand and pulls me down a empty hallway, away from his friends and the concerned stares coming from passing students.      "Addy-" He starts but I cut him off.      "Tell me the truth Reg. Tell me where you've been and don't even think about lying." I say, staring deep into his stormy grey eyes. "I know what you did last summer. Look me in the eyes."      He looks at me and sighs. "They held me down and made me get it. I didn't want it and I tried to fight it but I couldn't."      I stood in front of him for a moment unsure about what to say,      "I wanted to see you over the summer, I promise. I just- I just didn't want to make you upset after you saw it."      "I missed you," I whisper, dropping my eyes from his gaze and shift uncomfortably, feeling like an asshole for accusing him to getting the Dark Mark when he was actually forced to get it.      "I missed you too." He said, giving me a small smile.      "I'm sorry." I say quietly, still avoiding his eyes.      "It's okay, I would've been upset too if I was you." He admitted.      "So what are you gunna do now?" I ask, looking back up to him and he smirks lightly.     ��"I have a plan,"

[ihopuhopwehop]

Leap of Faith

AO3

Warning: Talks about blood purity.

It was the most hyped up and controversial game of the year. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. In a fight for the Quidditch Cup.

James was quite exhilarated about it all though, despite the hostility surrounding the game.

James lived for large crowds, chanting, rivalry, and winning.

He loved winning.

The feel of being revered when he made a game winning catch. Of being able to walk the halls with people congratulating him or even better, envying him.

Well, the Slytherins congratulated him. And sometimes Hufflepuffs, but Hufflepuffs congratulated both teams for the sake of sportsmanship.

The Gryffindors would envy him. For a while at least, until there was some fight between the sides, showcasing how disgusting some of his housemates truly were, and then Gryffindors didn’t envy the Slytherins anymore.

But despite all of the quidditch-induced rivalry and buzz, James was excited for the game for an entirely different reason.

 Going against Lily Evans.

 Lily Evans. Christmas on a stick. Sass level unmatched. And also, Gryffindor’s seeker.

James was the Slytherin seeker.

Which meant he’d be allowed to observe Lily Evans all game long without being scolded by his housemates.

Of course, he was always being scolded and harassed by his housemates because he thought muggleborns and half-breeds alike were worthy of life, liberty, and love. Though his house did not seem to agree.

Besides Regulus Black to some extent. Though Regulus usually sided with his family in public, James knew he did not agree with them entirely. This led to James trying to protect Regulus and lead him down a more morally powerful side, but that only worked for so long.

Regulus had gotten the dark mark, and now there was no amount of protecting James could do.

But through all of his efforts to help the younger Black heir, he befriended the older Black ex-heir. Sirius Black was good fun to be around, though he sometimes lacked ambition surrounding his studies and future achievements.

James didn’t blame him, but thought it was dumb not to at least try to get top marks and excel anywhere he could. Especially if Sirius wanted to outrun the infamy of his last name.

Oh well, at least he was noble…most of the time.

But back to Lily Evans.

James had only gotten to know Lily through Severus Snape, and as such, was skeptical of her character at first.

But when Lily Evans allowed her sass to go against her childhood friend and his beliefs, James knew she could be trusted.

He also knew she could be trusted because after the incident that caused her to end her and Snape’s friendship, she had requested a new potions partner. Slughorn had only been too happy to switch Snape with James, much to Snape’s anger and James’ joy.

Not to mention Lily’s eyes matched his house colors, which he thought made her even more likeable.

The first day they had worked together, Lily had seemed put out to be partnered with him. But after James made sure to stay on top of the potion, and even prevented a catastrophe when Lily confused two different dragon scales, she seemed to at least tolerate him.

 And then the quidditch pitch happened.

James had been on his way to practice a few extra moves before his official practice but had been prevented when he found the snitch already being used by his favorite Gryffindor. Well, besides Sirius.

Lily had been trying to practice a diving roll to catch the snitch, which was typically done if the snitch was close to the ground so that one could jump off their broom and land safely on the grass, but Evans didn’t seem to be able to truly jump off her broom.

Her bravery had been lacking that day, and his had been soaring.

He had ruffled his hair as he had begun to speak, “Quite ambitious of you to be practicing outside of your time slot, don’t you think?”

She hadn’t even batted an eye as she responded, “And quite brave to be teasing a girl who could unleash the bludgers while you’re unprepared.”

 “Touché. Now are you going to ever actually jump off your broom or continue to miss the snitch because you’re scared.”

She had now dismounted her broom and blew some of her auburn fringe out of her eyes. “If it’s so easy, then you do it Mr. Brave Slytherin.”

James smirked as he mounted his broom, “Alright. Release the snitch.”

Lily had quirked an eyebrow as she pushed the snitch forward. The snitch flittered close to James nose, enough to reflect in his glasses, and then zoomed forward and towards the ground. James leaned as far forward as he could, prompting his broom to speed up, and then at the last second, pushed off the broom with his feet and clasped the snitch safely in his palms. He completed the move with a barrel roll and a quiet “accio” to retrieve his broom, which he smugly caught when he stood up to wink at the dumbfounded girl.

“That—That was—How--”

James smirked at her floundering and ruffled his hair, “Takes resourcefulness and ambition and, something I thought Gryffindors were supposed to have in abundance, bravery.”

He inwardly grinned when her eyes narrowed, “Alright. Fine. Teach me.”

He beamed at those words.

“A Gryffindor asking a Slytherin for help. What would Godric think?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “A Slytherin being kind, what would Salazar think?”

He chuckled and motioned towards her broom. He had her practice balancing on her feet a few times and then pushing forward with her feet as well.

That had been an awkward exercise for him as he had to stand behind her to make sure she was doing it properly. It had given him a perfect view of her in her quidditch trousers. He had to admit his chivalry was really lacking during that exercise, but he figured he retained a normal amount of it. Not everyone had Gryffindor levels of chivalry.

Finally, it was time for her to actually jump. He should not have been surprised when she achieved it on the first try, but never-the-less, he was.

“Brilliant! Good job, Evans! You’re a natural!” He may have gotten over excited and pulled her into a hug, but well, he felt pride when he was able to help a fellow student.

He remembered the way his chin had sat on her head and her head laid on his chest. It was, in his humble opinion, a good hug.

Lily had blushed at his compliment, or maybe his hug, he wasn’t sure, and told him, “Well yeah. I’ve been practicing on my own for awhile. Just had to gain a little courage and confidence.”

“Just had to use your courage and confidence. You’ve always had plenty, you just let your fears get in the way.”

She had smiled lightly at him, “You know, you’re not that bad. For a Slytherin.”

He snorted, “You’re not that bad for a Gryffindor.”

She had side-eyed him, “I assume you aren’t a blood purist? You didn’t even hesitate to hug me.”

James furrowed his brows at her, “What made you think I might be?”

She shrugged, “Everyone in your house seems to be. Wouldn’t be surprised if you were, especially since you’re a pureblood too.”

James clenched his jaw. People always assumed that about him. On one hand, he couldn’t blame her, on the other, he thought every person deserved the chance to show who they really were, regardless of house or family.

“Right. I guess you just see what you want. Wouldn’t be surprised if you thought Sirius was a purist too.”

Lily could tell she touched a nerve. She had shaken her head, “No. It’s just. We have to be cautious. Could cost me my life if I assumed you weren’t a death eater.”

James raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t thought of it from that perspective. “That makes sense. Sorry for snapping at you.”

She had seemed surprised at his apology. “It’s alright. And um, I think your team is here. I should probably go, but thanks for the help. I’ll be sure to use it when we beat you.” Then she had winked and made her way back to the castle.

James had ignored everything his teammates had said that day in favor of replaying her wink.

 After that day, Lily seemed to consider him a friend.

Lily had made it a point to keep a conversation going during potions. Had studied with him in the library. And she had even invited him to sit with her, Sirius, Remus, and Peter at the Gryffindor table. 

He thought they were getting along smashingly and hoped it would not crush their budding relationship when Slytherin won. 

 --

The game had started in a whirlwind, with the noises from the audience growing to deafening sounds and the wind beating against his face. He tried to drown it all out by focusing on searching for the snitch but when he noticed Lily flying towards him, he couldn’t help but acknowledge her.

He had begun to wave, but Lily continued straight towards him, until she was close enough to lightly shoulder check him.

He rocked a little on his broom but was able to gain enough balance to shoulder check her back.

“Better watch where you’re going Evans. Hate for you to miss when I catch the snitch.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t miss what doesn’t happen.” Then she had turned a 180 and flew towards the sky to get better optics.

They had each tailed the other a few times and yelled at fellow teammates, cheering and booing respectively when someone scored.

Slytherin was up by 120 points. Surprisingly, if James was honest. But apparently, Gryffindor’s chasers were suffering today, much to Lily’s dismay.

Malfoy had yelled at James to stop ogling Lily, though Lucius had used a word James made a point to never say.

Sirius had shot several bludgers Malfoy’s way after that, and Regulus shot a few back towards his brother, though slightly slower compared to when he aimed at other Gryffindors.

Then, James saw it. A golden glint thanks to the sun, near the Slytherin goals.

Unfortunately, Lily had seen it too, and they both shot off towards it.

Eventually, they were both right behind it, with James longer arms being closer than Lily’s. They followed it higher for a few minutes, the air getting harsher, and each of them inching closer,

 until Lily yelled a loud, “CATCH ME!”

James looked at her like she was insane, only for her to wink and jump completely off her broom, into the freezing sky.

“EVANS!!”

James abandoned his quest for the snitch and instead focused on grabbing some part of Lily Evans that had dived towards the snitch.

Gravity had barely begun to pull the absolutely mad girl down, when James finally grabbed her fanned out shirt.

He felt his arm strain and he grunted as he worked to pull her up onto his broom, “You’ll be the death of both of us Evans, I swear.” He heaved and used his other hand to support the arm that was holding Lily. 

Finally, after tremendous effort, Lily was sat behind him on his firebolt, grinning victoriously and holding the snitch up proudly.

The crowd was cheering raucously, with many people standing and whistling. The Gryffindor team was running towards the Quidditch Cup McGonagall was holding up, with Sirius hugging the usually professional woman. James noticed his teammates looking equally parts angry and shocked.

He ignored them and instead turned to Lily while he began their descent.

“You’re either certifiably insane or incredibly brave Evans, though at this point the lines are blurred.”

Lily grinned at him, “The jump wasn’t that big of a deal. But trusting a Slytherin was.”

And then she kissed him. Which was also very dangerous in the air, but James figured some things were worth the risk.

[unfortunatelysirius]

UNEXPECTED | Regulus Black, Marauders Era

「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」

Request // Regulus finds something unexpected—at a Slug Club dinner party, with a girl named Y/N L/N.

「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」

Sorry if this sucked.

        LOVE.

                Even the word itself felt like a promise. It could come like a metaphor, as gentle as misted rain, or it was a broken idea, radiating animosity that maimed worse than misplaced surgical lesions. Some folks went their entire lives without knowing it, feeling it, getting the chance to embrace and relish it—while others did indeed get a taste only for it to scorch like too-hot coffee. A funny little thing, love was. As scary as it was delightful.

        Regulus Black didn’t know much about love. He only knew bleak sun—and a yearning that churned his stomach like butter. If he let his thoughts wander off too far, they’d explore territory too disturbingly foreign he’d have no choice but to retreat. His parents taught him discipline and obedience, but “love” was a rare occurrence; truthfully, the only person who ever even had an inkling of understanding for it was his brother Sirius, and the bastard left Regulus to bleed under the ripe moon. He knew what hatred felt like, same with spite, same with betrayal, same with repulsion.

        Then he descended on the path weary travelers couldn’t cross.

        It all started at the start of his fifth year, getting worse from there. He began noticing the Gryffindor who never stopped challenging professors and requested an extension on nearly every Charms essay. Who always wore an untidy uniform with the shirt untucked, cloak rumpled, and two different stockings. Who could be more quiet than a fairy’s whisper but the loudest personality in the room. Who once punched Giovanni Rivera, some snob in Hufflepuff, so hard in the nose he stayed slumped unconscious by a knight in the open dungeon corridor for an entire night.

        He noticed you.

        It was entirely accidental. Regulus was not someone to dive head-first, always treading the shallow end before walking into riptides that couldn’t be foreseen. He was caution in a world of chaos. He didn’t want to know the definition of “love,” even though he thought that was what he felt for Sirius. Brotherly love. The love someone had for another that protected them, provided for them in times of need. Then Sirius was labelled the family disgrace, shunned by Orion and Walburga; the perfect little Slytherin son, Regulus shunned him too. Regulus lost that feeling and failed to find it again, even in his circle of friends that mocked tainted blood and wanted more than meager lives. They aspired for a Wizarding World cleansed of impure magic; Regulus wasn’t sure what he wanted.

        He quickly became lonely. As the days turned to months then years, he preoccupied himself with his studies—working diligently to fabricate a living lie like he had any future outside of the Dark Lord’s bidding. He envied Sirius for breaking from the family so soon, forcing Regulus into a compromised position; their parents scrutinized him more carefully now and expected more than he would have had to provide if Sirius was the pride-and-joy firstborn they could have turned into a great ally, rather than an adversary.  Regulus hated it, hated that whatever he liked and the little joys he had in life were useless now that he had one reason to live. There was little to his life except growing up to be part of the Dark Lord’s army. Regardless of anything, he did know what he hoped for. The only thing that truly, truly belonged to him was his hope. It was different from his aspirations, as even those were polluted by conditioned hate.

        He watched you frequently. He watched you curse his own brother, Sirius, for calling you a suck-up. He admired your appearance, from your Y/H/L Y/H/C hair to your facial structure, the effortless way you stood and walked, the kindness in your expression when guiding none-the-wiser first years. You were the same year as him, fifth year, and an entire breed of your own. Regulus didn’t know when he began falling for you. Well, the idea of you. You encompassed freedom, and fuck if Regulus didn’t crave freedom. He wanted to see himself careless, able to act out and be himself inconsequentially. This was an impossibility he loved to consider, like a dreamer in a room of realists. His parents expected the most out of him and in his crystal ball, all that laid in wait was the Dark Mark etched in his skin. Death and destruction. His head dark and heavy. It wasn’t happiness that killers strived for—it was pleasure. Power, too. Regulus knew he was different from the others. He had to hide it and fight every inch of himself that wanted what Sirius had. Freedom.

        Regulus wanted to unleash every idea, every desire, every unspoken dislike. A brave heart scratched from under his skin, itching to have a say.

        Sirius was the courageous one, not him.

        He stuck to watching from afar.

-

        You hated Potions class. You hated parties. You hated Slughorn. Most of all, you hated Slug Club parties. Dammit, you hated your life.

        “Why did you drag me here, Lily?” you complained for the umpteenth time, fidgeting in your Gryffindor-red attire. You didn’t even like this shade of red. It was one of those colors you got tired of after seeing at every waking hour. All the assholes that prided themselves in the House the Sorting Hat bellowed, uniquely chosen for them… bleh! Dawning red and gold, parading around in Gryffindor scarfs bought for a bargain. You couldn’t be bothered. Lily had begged that the two of you go in a matching set, as one of your good friends. You never envisioned yourself agreeing. Fucking Lily, conniving you into wearing a dress like looked like it was sewn from a red Christmas stocking and attending a Slug Club party.

        Lily smiled innocently. “You owed me a favor!”

        A favor. You wracked your brain for any situation you’d been a part of where Lily offered her help. As your honorary big sister and a sixth-year prefect, she was the one calling for damage control whenever you did something warranting of punishment… and you didn’t want to fulfill your duties as a serious student. She chastised you at your worst but boosted you up too. Your best consisted of her praise and affection. You loved her, yes, but you didn’t love what owing her favors implied. It always wound you up in some unlikable predicament, such as this godforsaken party.

        “I don’t owe you shite,” you grumbled, pinning your eyes on a table of refreshments over by the door. You belatedly noticed a figure standing by it. The air went still and silent, your blood pulsating like a gushing river of red. Your eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. Regulus Black was sharply—no, impeccably dressed, standing with his glossy dark hair in a neat do and his gray eyes watching the floor indifferently. When he got too close to looking at you, you quickly turned away. Lily was already raising a brow. “What? I don’t.”

        “Yeah, okay,” Lily said amusedly. As she reopened her mouth to remind you of your every last unreturned favor and escaped week of detention, she spotted something over your head and a look of horror struck; you gauged this by the way her eyes bulged at the sockets. “Oh, Merlin—why the bloody Hell is he here? I’ll talk to you later, Y/N. Try to have some fun.”

        She retreated like a squirrel from a hound, her body launching at the occupied Slughorn over half a room away. As she was nearly there a bulk dressed in black dress robes followed, at a tame pace compared to Lily’s. You knew it was James only by the unruly mess of black hair you saw from his enrobed backside profile.

        You rolled your eyes and snuck another glance at Regulus. He wasn’t looking your way.

Try to have some fun, my arse.

-

You were here. Regulus didn’t know how, but you were. He hadn’t calculated what he’d do if you attended this party, not knowing you were a member. He assumed you weren’t, a rash assumption by all accounts, and that costed him. He didn’t want to be dogged by the thought of you all night, and now that your presence was mere feet from him, his mental duties seemed like lost causes. The burning urge to stare at you, consequences be damned, was incinerating—and control failed him left and right. Fucking hell.

Regulus filled a drink for himself. A punch of some kind. He drank it in one go, hoping the taste would eliminate you from his mind. If it were bad enough he could instead be hounded by his throbbing throat, gagging like no tomorrow. That would be better than this.

The punch didn’t work its magic. He looked again at you and calculated the inevitable penalty of making an approach.

        Cursing his luck or lack thereof, he felt less inclined to drown himself in the punch bowl upon the appearance of a bloke he had in Potions, Terrence something. He was a Ravenclaw know-it-all, but he was Pureblood. He could go overlooked conversing with the fellow. Regulus was a master of mimicry and had his haughty Slytherin performance down pat.

        The bloke asked too many questions and was evasive on topics Regulus had no interest in discoursing, but he was a well-welcomed distraction. Or ill-welcomed. Regardless of the reception, Regulus’s ambivalence towards you transitioned to an annoyance towards Terrence. Annoyance, that he could work with. He felt it most days. It was familiar territory. A stroke of olive on a canvas of emerald where you were lavender.

        It worked. It worked until Terrence bid a hasty farewell, trailing after some quiet, expressionless brunette from Slytherin.

        Regulus subtly scowled. Out of the corner of his eye he looked at you, surreptitious in a way he remembered from parties he went to hosted by well-known Pureblood families. You were in mid-conversation with some Gryffindor he knew from a mutual class the three of you shared. It was a bloke whose mouth seemed too keen on keeping a conversation going and hand was swaying too closely to your waist. Regulus’s eyes hardened without his meaning to, and before he knew it, his feet were in complete control; he walked to the two of you with renewed purpose.

-

        You were ready to unleash your inner ugly. Random people kept coming up and trying to talk to you, each of them more mentally-taxing than the last. First there was Cornelius, an absolute walking disaster, then there was Dave, who went on tangents without checking to see if you were listening. Then Kala, then Paisley, then Travis. Finally, there was Justin. Justin was a compulsive flirt. You politely tried to get him to fuck off, but he just wasn’t catching the hint or acknowledging your blatant apathy in what he had to say. He wouldn’t understand discomfort on the part of his conversational partner if it slapped him in the face.

        It was like a blessing and a nightmare when Regulus Black, wearing a cold expression and marginally more perfect up close than he was from a distance, appeared.

        “Can I borrow you for a moment, L/N?” he asked, something off about his voice. Your eyes narrowed. If you had to garner a guess, you’d say he was straining to maintain a calm disposition, truly angry. The cold in his expression was cracking, giving way to heat. Had he noticed your wandering eye and wanted to clarify with you that he had no interest except to exterminate your muddy self from the Wizarding World? You were unsure; it was a common ideology among extremists, the hatred of non-Purebloods, but Regulus didn’t give off that ambiance. He didn’t feel like a future monster.

        “Sure,” you said, sneaking a glance at Justin. Justin’s face wasn’t aggravated at the interruption, just confused that Regulus Black had been the one to interrupt. Regulus kept to himself usually… and he hated anyone who wasn’t pure of blood, supposedly. “Sorry to cut this chat short, Justin. I’m sure there’s plenty of other birds to talk into a stupor around here…”

        Justin’s eyes lit up, disregarding the annoyance in your voice. “You’re right! Thanks, Y/N.”

        You raised your eyebrows at him but bit back a less subtle remark, following Regulus when his hand prompted you at the shoulder.

        “So, what was that back there?” you boldly asked, trying to avoid smirking. It was almost adorable, the way he swooped in and rescued you from a dolt. He couldn’t have approached you just to chastise your invasive stare or threaten you with death. You were taking a chance in assuming he came to save you the burden of dealing with Justin Doley’s bland chatter, but you didn’t care. You really didn’t. It was a sweet gesture if that were his true intention, but a niggling suspicion refused to believe it was. “Thank you, by the way. I was ready to lock my knees just so I could escape.”

        Regulus’s face blanched, a tinge of hot pink flooding his cheeks. His brows made a cute little furrow that gave the impression of a natural unibrow. “Why would you lock your knees?”

        “When you lock your knees, the blood stops circulating and can lead to fainting,” you said. Now you smirked. “Trying to avoid an answer? I’m hurt.”

        He frowned at you. “I’m not trying to avoid anything. It was nothing. You looked uncomfortable…”

        “I was more annoyed than anything,” you said, a correction you weren’t obligated to make. Seeing Regulus squirm was a pleasure on its own. He would already squirm, caught willingly communicating with a Gryffindor, but you had a tendency to go over and beyond in putting others on the spot. It made you a childish shade of giddy both inside and out, not that he would be able to tell. “You don’t have to keep talking to me, you know.”

        “Oh,” Regulus said but didn’t move. He stayed rooted where he was, watching you with a piercing gaze. Now that you were close enough to reach a finger across the distance and graze those gaunt, knife-sharp cheekbones, you ogled him. You knew he was gorgeous from the brief times you interacted and the long, solitary moments you took to dissect him outside lessons, but being so close and with no time limit, you took a chance. Your chance was a rescue mission disguised as a private discussion.

        A smile tore at your lips. “You clean up nice,” you said, your ogling session finished. You could stare at Regulus much longer than you deemed appropriate and actually did, but he was a moment and moments had the ability to pass you swiftly by. In this case, he’d leave without you getting to properly know him. Opportunistic as you were, you wouldn’t let him leave without taking what you could.

        Why would you even want to know him? you asked yourself. He’s probably a Muggleborn-hater. The heart wanted what the heart wanted, try as you might to logicize.

        Regulus frowned. “Thanks,” he said. He hesitantly snaked his eyes up and down your figure, stopping on your neckline. A beautiful necklace with your favorite gemstone adorned it, a gift from a Muggle relative. He cleared his throat aggressively. “You do too.”

        He’s a shy bugger, isn’t he?

        You inched closer, moving on a whim and putting your hand on his arm. Your fingers tightened around the material of his sleeve. He drew closer, like it was instinctive, and your eyelids fluttered as you basked in his perfumed, intimate proximity. You’d regret advancing on a Slytherin, especially one as admired and esteemed yet dark and dangerous as Regulus, but he just had this air about him. Like going from an altitude that took your breath away to one that had enough air to burst you at the seams. Like a butterfly with clipped wings, a scorpion without its stinger. He was tempting, but beautifully broken.

        I know. I just know.

        “When you came over, I thought you were going to confront me on how I haven’t kept my eyes off you all night,” you murmured. You met his gaze evenly, ignoring your pounding heart and fluctuating nerves.

        Regulus froze immediately. “What?”

        “Oh, did you not notice? Silly me,” you said, flaPping a hand like it never mattered in the first place. Truth was, your thoughts were frozen and fixated on his ignorance—ignorance you had just given a reality check. There had been no point, absolutely no hidden objective, in admitting your inability to overlook Regulus. Yet you had—and now he was staring at you like you had turned the color orange and horns magically sprouted from your head.

        Then, like a switch went off that had full control over Regulus’s emotions and the way he expressed them, he smirked. It wasn’t a full smirk, just apparent enough you noticed it. All the tension contorting his face flattened, leaving him like he was relaxed, the opposite of how he looked mere seconds ago. Always the skeptic, you stared at him with narrowed eyes, scrutinizing him from head to toe. He didn’t lose the smirk, his arms crossing over his sleek robes in a devil-may-care fashion.

        “Presumptuous of you to think I ever notice you in the first place,” he said, in that pompous voice you were used to hearing from Sirius’s favorite Slytherin, Severus Snape.

        You laughed at his audacity and, hearing the music change tone and tempo, reached out a hand. You forgot your wit and lost all possible responses to give his arrogant retort. “Dance with me, Black,” you said softly, “before your brother comes to ruin my night, like the prick he is.”

        Regulus raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t deny you. He interlaced his fingers into yours and his free arm, moving at whim and ease, came quickly to your side, enveloping your waist in a delicate embrace. A formal embrace that bespoke of the distance between you, the invisible rift. The dance he swept you in was unfamiliar, but it was simple enough that you could match his pace without tumbling over your own feet.

        You felt everyone staring, but nothing mattered more to you than the feeling of his hand on your waist and the deep, unreadable waters of his foggy gray eyes. He was an enigma that swept coast to coast, tainting the sand with his attendance but leaving wild imaginations to run rampant wondering why he was there, what he did, who he was. Everyone knew of him, but no one knew him. You couldn’t deny you also didn’t know him. Really, you knew nothing about him except that he was a Slytherin in your year, the younger brother to Gryffindor’s infamous playboy, and a supposed Pureblood extremist. You were curious, though, and wanted to know all the dismissive facts that made up his mind and crafted a mental narrative even you found ambiguous. He had consciousness, and there was no way in Merlin’s sodding Hell he was a host to someone else’s thoughts, opinions, and interests the way so many other future killers seemed. Every now and then he showed you something unusual—a mannerism individual to him, words you recoiled back at hearing from his mouth. After he smirked at you and accepted your demand to dance, you lost yourself in the shock of his dismal composure cracking at the folds.

        You never really believed in love.

-

        Regulus never really believed in love.

-

        But if you wandered too far into the bittersweet fantasy of happy endings…

-

        Regulus could get lost.

-

        The song changed again; slow and calm it became. Pressing your cheek to Regulus’s chest, you let the soft fabric of his dress robes sway you into an admittedly false sense of security. The hawk eyes following your every move disappeared with every cyclic step Regulus took. You were hypersensitive to his heartbeat now. It pounded against your cheek like a drumstick, a vibrato of epic proportions. You felt delirious with delight, yet a piece of you was stuck to the path your half-conscious feet made through the slow dance. It’s like you left a trail, and you’d have to pick up the pieces once Regulus became sick of your pathetic antics.

        “Are you asleep?” he asked amusedly, his chest vibrating against you. It rattled you enough to awaken some semblance of nerves.

        “No,” you said, shaking yourself out of the daze. You pulled back from him, bridging enough space to look him in his eyes. He had beautiful eyes a silly girl like you could get lost in. Any girl really. They were pools of fog made of spring mornings and forest hues. You just wanted to kiss his eyelids. What a strange desire, but you felt it all the same…

        Regulus blinked and you were drawn back in the moment. He had said something.

        You hummed in question, your eyebrows raising.

        He shook his head, his face flattening until it was expressionless. “I have to go,” he said. You knew what lies looked like. He was a good liar, but you were a better observer. “I have a matter to discuss with Slughorn.”

        You laughed. “That’s too bad,” you said, voice coming out like a purr. Your hand rose until it settled on his chest; your fingers curled around his robe, until fabric was fisted and cupped into a swirl. “We could have had some fun.”

        “No,” Regulus said firmly. Almost too firmly. His hand jerked up to meet yours and his larger fingers interlaced yours, tugging in an attempt to prompt your release. Your refused to let go. “Y/N.”

        “I like it when you talk all authoritative,” you said teasingly.

        His face blanched and it was enough of a shock to make him lose all incentive to fight the good fight. You took this chance and drew him in, his feet stumbling in a clumsy attempt to regain balance. “Y/N, I—”

        “What are you so afraid of?”

-

        Regulus was afraid of a lot of things. He was afraid of what his parents would do if they figured out he didn’t despise tainted blood the way he was raised to. He was afraid of his peers shunning and scorning him for being caught dead with a Half-blood. He was afraid of losing himself in the moment just to sate his deadened hope and watching you get killed in the crossfire of his foolish, self-indulgent mistakes. He was afraid of many things.

        He would never dare utter those fears aloud.

-

        You watched the conflict flit across his face, erasing itself seconds after.

        “What?” you innocently asked, noting that he had gone stiff. You were unaware to how deep his issues ran. You knew from Sirius’s running mouth that Pureblood households were devoid of tender moments and affectionate caresses. You wanted to imagine an alternative for them, but Sirius was a hellish hailstorm when honest; his feelings were subjective, but his experience was likely to ring alarmingly true. Regulus was quiet and allowed things to fester, so no one would ever know how he felt.

        He looked at you now, a lock where his mouth was. No key in sight. His eyes were piercing and unquestionably inscrutable.

-

        He had to leave before he lost control of his mouth. He couldn’t afford to involve you in his mess. He was a hurricane and you were summer rains. He would destroy you.

-

        “I have somewhere to be,” Regulus said, no room left for an argument. His arms disappeared from around your waist and he tore his eyes away, like it was physically painful to do so.

        You grabbed his wrist before he could melt into the dancing crowd. “Regulus, wait,” you said. You hated the way you sounded. You didn’t know him, but you felt strongly anyway, like he mattered more to you than was plausible for a girl and boy from two separate worlds. You couldn’t explain why you cared; you just did. He hid himself under the pretense of a rich, spoiled Pureblood who stood above the rest. He was hypnotically beautiful and bathed in greens and silvers. He was brilliant in ways Gryffindor House could only aspire to be.

        Regulus didn’t respond to your plea. He stared at you, waiting briefly to hear what you had to say.

        You didn’t have anything to say. You had something to express—and words weren’t always the best at expression.

        You reached up to his face and palmed his cheeks, finding little skin and mostly bone. His cheekbones jerked underneath your grip. His eyes went slightly wide, like he disbelieved you had taken physical initiative with him. Your fingers didn’t dig or tear at his skin, nor did you impulsively decide that you had him in your grip and now was the time to hurt him. You didn’t want to hurt him. You wanted to show him that he didn’t have to be risk-aversive; he could fall clumsily into risk with you and the two of you would make it work. As long as he felt this bizarre, unnatural connection same as you did.

        You’d find out.

        You pressed yourself flush against him and drew your lips until you were a breath away. Then you kissed him.

        The room and its occupants disintegrated, leaving only Regulus and you. Regulus dissolved into putty. His arms went around you again, one of them circling your waist entirely and a hand gripping your hip tight like letting you go would mean you never came back. His lips were soft if slightly chapped, moving against yours like they belonged there; there was no hesitation, no anxious energy. Regulus had lost himself in the moment, same as you. He wasn’t a Pureblood and you weren’t some Half-blood Gryffindor who had spent half the night pinning after a Slytherin who would keel over dead before wanting you. Regulus was different, and you hadn’t failed to sense it.

-

        Regulus abruptly remembered his place and pulled from you. Your eyes were still fluttered shut, and it took several seconds before you noticed he was no longer wrestling with your lips.

        You stared. Regulus wiped all emotion from his face, refusing to let you know he wanted a second kiss. You were not a good deceiver and every emotion you felt showed on your face, from confusion to lust to apprehension.

        “That should not have happened,” Regulus murmured, glancing around. There were people staring; even some of your Gryffindor friends, like Lily Evans and Marlene Mckinnon, were aghast, eyeing the two of you like you had just committed a murder.

        “Why?” you said confrontationally. “Did you regret it?”

        Regulus glanced at you but didn’t say a word.

        You could feel your heart plummet to your gut. “Yeah, okay,” you said, shaking your head. You knew he was being dishonest, but that didn’t stop you from feeling hurt at his blatant favoring of his reputation over a chance at this… this relationship. You jerked out of his slackened grip.

      You fought tears as you walked away.

-

        Regulus watched you go.

        He knew what it felt like when towers crumbled and empires fell, as it happened frequently. His life fell apart more than it came together. He missed you the moment you left but he knew this was for the better. That kiss had meant more than Regulus would ever admit. He felt the connection and he knew there was a future that would happen if he allowed it, if he chose not to intervene. He was the inhibitor of a lot of good things, but he would rather see himself drown than another person swallow their breath underwater.

        So he stared at your retreating back, wishing things were different.

[futurewriter2000]

Farewell Revenge - pt. 10

A/N: I- uh.... I didn’t mean it like this...

XX

Your kisses were deep, agressive, passionate even. He could feel your hands tugging his hair, pulling him down a bit and causing a quiet moan escape his lips. 

It was steaming, hot even when the lust and hunger took over his control and let his arms lift your thighs and pull you up. His lips didn’t leave yours and if they did, they kept in contact with every bit of your skin, especially the neck he was exposed to before. Your hands clawed his hips and without any second thought, he threw you on his bed. 

Your eyes, completely dark and shimmering with hunger, seductively pulling him to hover above you. With only moonlinght present, its rays lightning your skin, your eyes, outlining every string of your hair on the golden pillow. 

His grey eyes smiled devilishly at you... 

“PADS!” 

Sirius jolted up from his bed, finding his drool all over the pillow and trying to find his orientation. He wiped his wet lips and looked around the darkness, finding something flying his way. 

It hit his head in the head and threw him on his back. 

“What the hell?” he mumbled, grabbing the soft golden pillow in his hands as he looked both left and right, you neither on them. 

“Fuck, mate! If you’re going to have sex dreams when we go home, you’re sleeping in the basement.” he heard James groan on the other side. 

Sirius’ cheeks flushed red, though fortunate for him the night covered it all. He looked to the other two of his friends’ bed and saw only one of them sitting up. Remus. Of course, it was Remus. Peter always slept solidly like a rock. 

Yet, Remus didn’t say a single thing. He just collapsed back in his bed and disappeared under the blankets. 

“Sorry.” Sirius appologised awkwardly and stood up from his bed. He took the clock into his hands and found number three staring back at him. 

He left the dorm anyway. 

He was awfully sweaty, his hair sticking to his forehead as his mind continued to race through raw scenes of you and him. He didn’t even bother to take slippers, only a pack of cigarettes he hid under the floor. 

Carefully stepping across the corridors, by the Hufflepuffs and sneaking into the kitchens, he grabbed himself a glass of water and chugged it all the way. His dry mouth consumed it with glee, his body cooling him off. 

He grabbed one of the waterbottles from the fridge, slamming it shut and making his way back. 

Yet, something stopped him. His eyes stared at the plastic bottle and he couldn’t hear it, he didn’t hear it... he just felt it. 

He took a turn, back to the fridge and grabbed another water bottle. He didn’t know why he had done it. He never was a water drinker but it wouldn’t hurt to have a backup, would it now? 

He felt stupid when he left. 

Two water bottles for what? For his thirsty arse? 

“Well, I’m not going back again.” he told himself and continued to walk across the courtyard and out of the castle. 

He didn’t dare to use Lumos, not when he was careless enough to forget the map. He’d have to use his instintcs on this. 

Instintcs. He shook his head, chuckling and lifting up the waterbottles. 

He walked from the stairs onto the ground but immediately jumped back up. 

He forgot his shoes. 

No. Not forgot. He didn’t take his shoes in the first place. 

He looked over the grass, dotted with white spots. 

He looked up at the sky and saw first snow faltering into to the ground. Sure this December was cold but the snow really took its time to make his first appearance. 

He beamed at the sky. He loved the first snow. The moon seemed like the biggest snowflake in the sky. 

---

You swung your legs along the grass, the shape of lemons, just as you would skate on the ice field when you were a kid. Every weekend when the first snow made its appearance.

You smiled to yourself as the frost hugged your shoulders, the moon, waxing gibbons, shimmering in the sky. It was a fresh breath of old memories.

‘ “I can’t stop, dad!” your six year old body would slam against the fence, the front spikes of your skates digging into the plastic edge.

He skated as any young ice-skating professional would, covered you with ice as he drifted towards you, chuckling. “Just turn the skates.” he showed you but you only stared.

“I’m scared.” ‘

Same old breath, fresh memories.

‘ High above you, drunkness in those dark eyes and a lions roar. “ YOU WON’T LEAVE US EMPTY HANDED, CHILD!”

Heavy silence yet never long.

You glared into his eyes, standing your ground no mater how much your legs shook. You stood and glared, figthing off the fear. “ They'll take you in and spit you out.” he growled, pressing his index finger to your chest. “You're only worth how much you sell and you've come too far, we both agree. Just give us what we need.” the burning evil shimmered mirrored the horrible sins this man did but the smile... the malicious smile almost cut you open. ‘

You breathed out, opening your eyes and falling forward. You fell on your knees and into the frozen grass, first snow making its appereance one more year.

You looked up at the sky, seeing snowflakes floating above you and lowering themselves to ground.

Tears gathered fast and spilled down your cheeks. “No.”

---

Sirius’ feet were freezing by this point. It was as if the frost on the grass was biting his toes and heel. 

He made his way to his favorite spot and threw himself on his back, lifting up his feet and groaning. “Son of a bitch.” he cursed under his breath, pulling out is wand and making a complicated wave. From the tip of his wand a jet of hot air blew against his feet and warmed them. 

He let out a breath of relief, pointing his wand at the space in front of him and making another swish movement. “Incendio.” and the frost turned into fire. 

He leaned back on the trunk and gazed over the lake. 

His mind buzzed with flashes of memories. He could see you. First time when you were in your First year, laughing and giggling with Regulus. You had a high ponytail and your robes were oversized. 

He remembered the time he would check to his brother and you would always be there next to him. Second year, Third year, Fourth year... He would watch you grow up next to his brother. Though he wasn’t aware before, he was now. He knew you. Perhaps he has never spoken to you before but he knew you. He knew how you blushed around his brother in your Third year or how you would push somebody if you were furious. Whenever you were stressed your eyes would go wide and condused. He could almost see the panic in your eyes as you would pass him by. You probably got your period in your Third year because sometimes you would snap at people for God no reason. Whenever you were mean to Regulus, which he had noticed, he would tell Regulus to cut you off. 

Regulus would only smile and shake his head. He told Sirius you were just hungry, which made Sirius mad back then but laugh today. 

First time you and Sirius talked was when you grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. There was raging fire in your eyes and back then, getting lost in them would be the least believable truth. 

You and him argued all the time. All the time. Why would he then feel so much attraction to you? Why would he want to kiss you so badly, explore your body with his. 

He threw his head into his arms and huff. 

He wished he would talk to James about this but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell James about this because you were the girl James was with. Why couldn’t James just pick Lily?

‘ Why did I hate her so much when I love her so much right now?’ he asked himself. He threw his head back and looked at the giant snowflake in the sky. 

It ate him from the inside out. His heart was throbbing from regret. He wanted you. He did! Sirius Black wanted you! - And he couldn’t have you because you were already his best friend’s. He wanted to get those eyes he dreamed of, those eyes James gets whenever he walks into the room. Eyes of adoration and love. He wanted those eyes. He wanted you but he could never have that. He could never have you because if he did anything to get you, he would be a selfish, ungrateful, traitorous man. 

All he wanted was you but all you wanted was James and now, Sirius was stuck loving you and not being able to tell anybody about it. Not you, not his best friend, not Remus (though he was pretty sure Remus knew already). 

“Ssssiriusss Black...” a hissing sound came from behind him and he bolted from the tree and onto the field, pointing his wand at the tree. 

“WHO IS THERE?!” he panicked, staggering back on his feet. 

A laughter came from the darkness and just by the sound of it, Sirius knew who it was. 

It was you; the girl he was in love with. 

Your figure came behind the trunk, your hand over your stomach as you bent over laughing. 

“Are you crazy!” he put his hands on the top of his head and screamed at the sky. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” he turned around, bending on his knees and trying not to laugh. 

You threw yourself on your bottom, right next to where he sat before. It was warm and nice. Your hand brushed against the moist grass and as you looked up at the fire, a safe, homely feeling washed over your body. 

Sirius couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding in his chest from fright. “What are you even doing here?”

“Stalking you.” you teased and leaned back on your arms, closing one eye and keeping the other on the boy. 

“I knew it.” he played along and made his way back to you, digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. 

You eyed him. “You’re not actually going to light it up, right?” 

He placed the roll between his lips and lit it up. “I almost died. Give me a break.” he breathed in the nicotine, letting it travel to his brain cells, almost making him a bit dazed before breathing it out. 

Though he didn’t feel calmer. He didn’t feel what he would feel when he lit up the cigar. What he did feel were your eyes blazing into his soul. What he did feel was the urge to take you into his arms and kiss the hell out of you. Kiss you, every inch of you. 

He stared into your eyes and you stared back into his. 

He would feel the tension build between the two of you like a wall that built itself around the two of you, pushing you closer to each other. He would feel the tips of his fingers missing something underneath, his skin irritated by not getting a single touch of you. 

Forbidden fruit. You the devil, him the sinner. 

“You cried.” he blurted out after seeing the red line around your eyes. 

Your face fell back into the past memories. It was only a moment before you realized what he had said. 

How would he notice that? 

“I didn’t.” you denied.

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You’re still lying.” 

There wasn’t a smirk, nor a single hint of tease. He kept himself stoic, concerened. 

“Why don’t you have shoes on?” you changed the subject, looking over the lake. 

“Lazy.” he answered. “Why are you really here?” 

You turned your head to him, running your hand through your hair. “Fresh breath.”

“Liar.”

“Hate going home.” you kept your eyes locked with his but not for long as he turned his eyes away. 

He gazed upon the lake again, something he always did when he tried to avoid something he would regret saying later. 

He looked down to his side and found two water bottles laying there. 

He smiled. 

Instintcs. 

“Water?” he took it and offered it to you. 

“Thanks.” you smiiled and took a sip from it, placing it between the two of you. 

Now, both of you were looking at the lake; maybe both avoiding to talk or just finding the lake inevitably interesting. 

He stole glances of you.

You stole glances of him. 

He was attractive. - you thought as a mere observation but you love James. 

You love James. 

Another glance, this time catching each other and keeping the contact alive. 

Sirius would give you this look where his eyes would bore into you. He would be so close the next second and he would lean forward with your noses touching. You would feel the pulse in your veins, travelling into every inch of your body. Your view became a bit dizzy, his cologne mixed with nicotine pleasuring your lungs. 

He would look down on you, hungrily, devilishly as if he was telling you everything he wanted from you. Not a word, not when his eyes were this dangerous.

You love James. 

You love James. - you convinced yourself yet not enough. 

“I love-” 

“I don’t care.” he growled and pulled you underneath him, slamming his lips onto yours. 

Oh, how it would spin your head when his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it. When his body would press onto yours, his kisses consuming you whole, you could feel your soul catching on fire.

And you didn’t care. You didn’t care when he lifted his sweater off his body. You didn’t care when you could touch it and feel it under your fingertips. You didn’t care when his kisses were so addictive and obsessive that your body burnt like a bonfire underneath him. 

Oh, how you didn’t care anymore about anything when his hands would dig into your bare skin, unzipping the jacket and tearing up your shirt. Your legs wrapped themselves around his torso and as a fantasy come true, he knew at that moment, he can do whatever he wants with you. 

And like a forbidden fruit he was not allowed to touch, he growled into your ear “I’m finally taking a bite out of you.” 

[rainandhotchocolate]

Blackout - Part 10

A/N WHEW PART 10 we are 20k deep in this fic friends what a wild ride. This one is a bit intense sorry - but the next one will be fluff city promise ;) Enjoy!!

 (Last section of part 9)

“Again?” Y/N watched her sip some coffee and smile awkwardly at her. “Lily… was I at this job before I went to hospital?”

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Part 10

“No, you weren’t.” Lily grimaced as she replied, staring up at her awkwardly. Y/N felt something click into place in her head, the emotion that had been swirling around her, the feeling that something wasn’t right.

“For how long.”

“Six months.”

“SIX MONTHS?” Y/N yelped, “I haven’t been at this job for over half a year? Why did they even take me back?”

“The healers told us it would be best to keep you doing what you remember doing before the attack, so we reached out and they said it would be fine.”

“Did you know why I quit last time?”

“Yes… but I wanted you-“

“To get there myself yeah, yeah,” Y/N huffed, “So you’ve been watching me have a shit time at work every day, knowing that I had already realised this and left months ago.”

“Well that makes it seem harsher than our thought process.”

“You keep saying our.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at Lily who was now looking a bit sheepish. Good.

“Well, James, myself, the boys, Marlene-“

“What you’ve been having fun secret chats about me?”

“Y/N this isn’t some secret club where we talk about you, we were- are trying to let you heal properly, and if that meant reliving some things then that was what we were going to do.”

Y/N pressed a finger to her temple, trying to relax the headache that had been building over the last few hours. Or probably days. She took in a deep breath and looked around the room, thanking Merlin that it was late in the day and the area surrounding the little café was almost empty.

“I know, this is just very overwhelming.”

“Are you ok?” Lily leaned forward and placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s just a headache, the healers said this is common in the weeks after an injury.” Y/N winced as a throbbing pain reached her temples again.

“Maybe I should take you home?”

Y/N nodded, grimacing as the pain became worse, moving down into her neck.

“Come on, I’ll send a note up to your office as we leave.”

Lily helped Y/N up and led her towards the elevator.

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Sirius had only felt helpless a few times in his life. The first was when his mother taught Regulus and himself how to use the crutiatus curse and then practice on each other. The second was when he saw his mother’s eyes, black as the night, staring daggers at him when he came home for the Christmas in his fifth year and stuck posters of Muggle girls and Gryffindor merchandise across the walls of his bedroom, cursing them to stay up forever. This was the third.

“So, we’ve found our favourite member of the Black household, or perhaps we can’t call you that anymore?”

The voice of Lucius Malfoy hissed in his ear, making him growl. He hated that it still stung, the burn that he was sure sat in his parents drawing room where Sirius’s face was meant to be.

“I didn’t know I was your favourite, Malfoy, I would have dressed up more to see you,” Sirius crooned in return, trying not to wince as he pulled back a chunk of his hair and dragged him backwards into the room Sirius and Marlene had just been leaning against.

“Now, do you want to tell us what you two are doing here, or would you rather we get it out of you ourselves. Both ways work for us.”

“You keep saying us,” Sirius tried to keep his voice light, but found he was struggling to stand upright and edge away from Lucius as he kept a tight grip on his hair. “Who is the other lovely death eater addressing us tonight.”

“That would be me,” a slimy voice crawled out from the edge of the room and Sirius felt his blood coil. Snivellus.

“Ahh Snivellus, pity that’s the case isn’t it, Marls,” Sirius tried to shake his head in mock sadness but let out a cry of pain as Lucius kicked out his legs and kept his hands wrapped around his hair so it felt like they were coming out of his roots.

“Couldn’t agree more, Sirius,” Marlene called from the other side of the room and Sirius felt his heart lighten slightly at her voice. At least we weren’t killed on sight.

“And why’s that?” Severus growled at them, walking closer to Sirius so he could see his face in the soft moonlight, holding Marlene with a wand at her throat.

“Cause we were really hoping to catch someone important tonight.” Sirius sighed loudly and winked at Marlene who grinned. She mouthed Now.

Quickly, Marlene had elbowed Snape in the ribs and ducked out of his wands range rolling out of sight to presumably get her wand. Simultaneously, Sirius twisted under himself, letting his hair twist into a ponytail in Lucius’s hand and kicked towards him, hard. He landed right between the legs and grinned to himself as he snatched Lucius wand and pointed it towards Snape.

“Step the fuck away from her.” Sirius snarled towards Snape who was circling Marlene like a hawk, one hand pressed hard on her hand that was outstretched towards her wand.

“Or you’ll do what? Don’t have James to save you now do you.” Snape turned to look at him and smile as he pressed down and dug his foot into her hand. Marlene let out a blood curdling scream that echoed around the room. Before he could even think, Sirius had yelled out a curse he thought he’d never use on another living soul.

“Crucio!”

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Lily and Y/N reached the Potter’s in record time, though Y/N wasn’t sure if she might have begun to drop in and out of consciousness as Lily apparated her in sections across different towns.

“James open up, it’s me!”

“What do I call you when we’re alone.”

“Christ almighty, Lilypad, now let us in!”

“Us?” James echoed as he unlocked the door and Lily powered through past him and into the living room with Y/N chuckling beside her.

“Good to know you have your sense of humour.” Lily rolled her eyes and got Y/N comfortable on the couch, “James, can you call St Mungos?”

“St Mungos? What’s going on?” James followed them into the living room and sat next to the fire, grabbing some floo and yelling “St Mungos!”

“This is St Mungos for magical ailments and injuries, what can we help with today.” A false sounding voice came from the fire.

“Y/N Y/L/N, previous patient, going through – Lily you haven’t told me what’s happening yet?”

“She’s getting headaches and keeps fainting, has been coming on over a few days.”

“Please wait a few moments,” the voice called again, “Your concerns are of utmost importance to us.”

“Lovely,” Lily grumbled, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, just need to get some rest, they said this would happen sometimes.” Y/N murmured, closing her eyes as she lay back on the couch. It felt like there were flashing lights pulsating into her brain, thrumming on her veins. She just wanted to fall asleep for a week.

A new voice came from the fireplace, a male one, familiar sounding.

“Whilst this is definitely commonplace for anyone who has gone through bodily trauma, we want to keep a close eye on it all the same.”

“Is there anything we can do?” James was quieter this time, as if she couldn’t hear him as he sat a metre away.

“She should rest, not do anything strenuous, drink lots of water – honestly there’s not much more to do than that, unless you have some numbing potions for the pain. If it lasts longer than a few days, and if any fever or more intense symptoms come up then send word again.”

“Ok, thanks.”

The light dimmed in the room and Y/N presumed that the face had disappeared from the fireplace. There was a few moments of silence before Lily and James spoke. They were likely having a conversation with expressions only to avoid scaring her. The pain had eased with her eyes shut, but she was still getting painful throbs across her neck and temple, and there was light bursting behind her eyes in pulses.

“I don’t know whats going on there, but it sounds like I won’t die, and I would really love one of those pain destroying potion whatevers,” Y/N mumbled, her voice soft from the effort.

“Yeah of course, I’ll bring you upstairs, Lil can you get the –“

“Yep, on it.”

Y/N felt arms wrap around her and then suddenly pull her upwards, carrying her presumably up towards the guest bedroom. She felt like sinking downwards into his arms until she was asleep, but the pain kept bringing her back up to the surface.

Eventually James lay her on her bed, pulled off her shoes and pulled up the blankets so they were covering her properly. Soft padding heading towards her bed indicated that Lily had followed them up.

“Here, sit up for a second,” Lily helped Y/N pull herself up and began pouring things into her throat. Y/N coughed at the coldness of the potion trickling down, but it quickly began to numb most of her body and she felt heavy and tired… so tired…

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 Sirius hissed, pain coursing through every vein, every muscle, every tiny particle that could have made up his body. He’d long since trained himself not to react, but he was sure his eyes were betraying him, bulging out and searching for Marlene who he heard scream moments before, but it was fading away as if they were dragging her somewhere else. Get the fuck up, now, do it, NOW.

He felt the pain ease slightly as whoever was casting took a moment before casting again and he took it, using every inch of strength he had left in his body. It felt like he was made of water, each limb reforming into flesh and bone as he pulled out his wand and cast across the room. Flames burst from each corner of the room, the pain easing almost completely as it did, the caster yelling loudly across from him. Sirius swung around to where he heard the noise, spotting Snape and flicking his wand towards him.

Snape was momentarily caught off guard but dodged out of the way and threw a spell back at him.

“Protego!” Sirius gasped, his feet slipping against the carpet as he edged towards the door and away from the fire.

“Don’t think you can get away from me so easily,” Snape growled at him, his eyes dark and menacing.

“If there’s anything in this life I’m counting on it’s being able to easily dodge you.” Sirius winked at him and threw a large stone like object into the room. Snape stepped back quickly, his arm outstretched – and then there was darkness, the room covered almost entirely in black dust. Sirius moved quickly, sprinting towards the door and sliding through it before Snape had a chance to fire off a spell in his direction.

He kept running down the hallway, listening closely for voices before he heard the snarl of Marlene’s voice behind him and he skidded to a stop and smashed into the door he could hear her from.

Lucius turned around quickly, glaring dangerously at Sirius but he shot a spell towards him instantly. Lucius blocked it with ease, but it gave Marlene the second’s distraction she needed to slide forwards off her chair and slam her feet into the backs of Lucius’s knees. He fell forwards and Sirius bounded over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the nearest window.

“Ever done a moving apparition before?” Sirius said, unlatching the window and opening it.

“I’m always ready to try new things.” Marlene grimaced.

“Ready?”

“Let’s go.”

They jumped from the window, Sirius closing his eyes and spinning as fast as he could as he thought of home. Of being with Y/N.

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Black, you’re going to make us late

said like an old married couple

“Alright, alright. Coming. Here.” He handed Remus the cup of tea after he’d locked up the apartment and waited for him to take a sip expectantly, all eager gray eyes and puppy-like enthusiasm. Remus let that smile he was holding back slip through the cracks as he brought the cup to his lips. He took a sip, keeping his face carefully neutral.

this section like this paragraph and the next 2 - 3. THIS IS WHY I LOVE YOUR WRITING, I CAN’T NOT READ WITHOUT GRINNING

“Hmm?” He demanded, causing Remus to laugh. “What does hmm mean?”

“It means your tea is shit but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

not me making heart eyes at the screen nope

“Please don’t drink anymore of this, holy shit.” Sirius took the lid off and dumped the contents into a nearby trashcan as they walked quickly in order to escape the bitterly cold morning.

I would advise not to dump liquids into the trash can, but we don't wanna kill the plants do we?

“That’s pretty hard to do when it’s a hot liquid. I’m kind of impressed.”

I want to attempt this now. I want Remus Lupin to be proud of me pls

“Well, I didn’t get my morning tea.” Remus replied, holding the door open for Sirius

sassy remus snarky remus my favourite remus

They hadn’t even shrugged off their coats before Logan was approaching them, a stiff expression on his face.

“We need to talk.”

nonono what what? hnnn are we making leo suffer through this whole story or smth?

Logan didn’t even answer, he just started walking

quiet Logan is the most concerning logan

“I’m requesting a transfer.”

Remus blinked, surprised at the suddenness of the statement. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Is this about that kiss you planted on O’Hara?” Sirius asked with a teasing grin. Logan’s expression shifted from blank to pained in half a second

1) Lo Lo Lo baby noooo

2) frick off sirius

Logan squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply through nose. He seemed more worried about leaving his partners exposed than his transfer being denied. A thought made its way to the forefront of Remus’ mind, making him consider a different angle to why Logan was so upset.

ever loving protective lo

The Snakes were proven to be brutal and merciless and not afraid to start fights. Or finish them. Logan’s partners had never experienced something like that, and there was no way they’d be prepared if one of their missions went south.

what the fuck miller. crY

Leo laughed softly. “Alright there, Finn?” He blinked. “What year is it?”

I love finn

Logan couldn’t help but think he was beautiful even without a lot of rest. His hair was all disheveled, eyes big and sleepy, and voice all low and rough. It would take a hell of a lot to make Finn O’Hara not beautiful.

pining

But first: sleep.

yes sleep first always (i say as im planning on staying but for...more hours ew math)

Make my wish come true, baby all I want for Christmas is you!

Even the Christmas music was mocking him now. That was just perfect. Now if they added the word two to the end of that lyric, it would be spot-on.

mean music

A dark, cold room with only two beds, Logan noticed after he switched on the light.

ohmygodtherewasonlyonetwobeds

I’m just thinking about the unlucky one who has to sleep alone :(

How had this become his life?

The universe loves you, deal with it

“How are my sleeves still too short?”

SLEEVES ARE TALL PEOPLE WORST ENEMIES ack

ALSO LOGAN I JUST.. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

“Fight me.” Logan said heatedly, turning to glare at Finn. He stopped short and his gaze turned soft as he watched the redhead adjusting his tie in the mirror, all gorgeous lines and focused face. His tongue stuck out slightly as he tightened the knot of his tie and tried to straighten it.

It was still crooked.

SAY IT WITH ME, PIN-ING

“Your tie’s still crooked.” He said, reaching up to tug at the article of clothing.

Idk whether to yell or say awwwwwwwwwwwww

since the last op.

i’ve just realized op meant operation smh

But Finn was a conman. He literally fooled people for a living. Who was to say that Logan wasn’t just the next mark on a long list?

finn if you fuck with their emotions istg—

Finn sucked in a quick breath beside him. “Oh, Nutty, no.”

this made me smiLE

Finn closed the distance between him and Leo and reached up to ruffle his hair. Leo attempted to swat his hand away with an offended noise. “Harzy, do you know how long it took me to get my hair to look like that?”

Finn: I just wanted to touch his hair okay?

“She taught me how to dance by having me stand on her feet, so I actually learned how to follow before I learned to lead.”

im love. im love im love im love

Finn just pulled him closer, tilting his head up slightly to look at those soft eyes. “Try me, Knut.”

rgjhrflkuhko;iyh

Singing off-key was something Finn never thought he would find endearing, but – well. This was Leo Knut. Pretty much everything he did was endearing

miller aaaaah

Logan moved his gaze away to look at Leo, who was dancing with Regulus. They were pressed closely together, talking quietly. Leo looked completely in his element, which surprised Logan just a little. The normal, jittery movements of a pickpocket were replaced with the graceful, assured motions of a practiced dancer. He made it look as easy as breathing.

wait aw reggie and leo dancing because yayay canon friends change my mind

“Nice grab. I almost didn’t catch it.”

no. damn it reg

“Don’t play dumb. Just give it back and tell me who you’re working for. I promise I won’t kill you, but – well. I’m a Snake, and I do have a reputation to withhold.”

REGULUS, NO

Regulus froze, shoulders tensing. After a long stretch of silence he whispered, voice pained, “He’s alive?”

Remus looked over at the man in question as they listened in and watched his face absolutely crumble. “Reg.”

SAIJFDKHSD;F

June was great – nice, beautiful, whip-smart, and way too good to be messing around with people like the Snakes.

june june june june

A tall, broad man with cold eyes and a feral smile looked back at them

Grayback, it’s grayback isn’t it? fuck you

Sirius wasn’t even listening in anymore as sat next to Remus, forcefully prying Remus’ hand away from where it was gripping his shoulder too tightly and lacing their fingers together while Remus struggled to breathe.

I hate Grayback

Who knew a hug could be so complicated?

I mean they are though. I had my personal space so violated yesterday because my friends kept hugging me and they know I hate hugs unless i initiate them like a weirdo and i didn’t know what to dooo

“Finn, did you just say y’all?” Logan couldn’t see him, but he could hear the delighted smile in Leo’s voice.

Miller is rubbing us on all of us and i love it

The night only got worse when he looked over to the newcomer to face eerie, yellow eyes.

he remind me of a basilisk. Didn’t I name him tinkerbell? Im never going to see tinkerbell normally again, scary lil fairy

[marlmckitten]

You should write something where Remus punches someone, (taking place at some point after his birth, but before July 1980.)

This is such an odd request I don’t even know what to do with it.

There were many times in Remus’ life where he felt angry. When he was a kid and his life changed forever, but his anger came out as defeated and he kept to himself, crying alone in his room so that neither of his parents could hear. He would often find himself annoyed with his best friends at Hogwarts, he never understood why they found teasing others so much fun but never was he brave enough to stand up to them and risk having such loyal friends by his side. He failed one exam, once. It was a divination exam first thing in the morning after one of his transformations. There had been a lot going on that day and he was unable to get out of class properly. His mind did not focus properly and he failed by two marks. He was angry then, angry at his condition, at the unfairness of the world, at himself and unreasonably at his professor as well.

 As the war began on his anger boiled but in the end fell into a pit of depression instead when he realized everyone was spacing themselves from him, most definitely because of his affliction. He was a talented dueller, all his practice and hard work paid off. Much unlike James and Sirius who seemed to have talent bred right into them, Remus had to really focus. Him and Lily would practice together, even in school but now that their lives depended on it, they tried harder than ever. Lily was very talented it did not take her long to learn anything. Her best friend, Marlene McKinnon struggled a little. (Remus saw how worried Sirius would always get, and overly protective he was becoming.) But for Remus after a little practice he had no struggles keeping up and became quite proud of himself. He was the calm and rational- reliable one. If they were compromised Remus could battle for himself and help protect whoever might be a little weaker all at once. His ability to control his emotions even in battle made him even stronger than Sirius or James in the right circumstances.

That is why Remus and Sirius were often paired together for missions. Sirius tended to act on emotions. On a specific late night mission to spy on some Death Eaters, repeatedly Remus had to keep Sirius calm. They were trying to gather information on what the Death Eaters next plan of attack was. So far they were almost always too late to save who the next victim would be and they were determined not to miss any more. Remus’ ears peaked when he heard the name ‘Longbottom’ mentioned and made meaningful eye contact with Sirius.

“There’s only three of them,” Sirius breathed.

“No.” Remus mouthed back and put a finger over his lips.

The pair of them were hiding in some bushes while the Death Eaters met in what they thought was a secret location. It was outside one of the muggle houses where they had murdered the entire family. It was such a remote location however, and they decided not to advertise their victory with a Dark Mark. Muggles were not worth it. Instead they used the spot now to meet, the dead bodies of the muggles were hung by the entry-way in a sickening fashion. Remus had to avoid looking that way to keep his mind from wandering to that poor innocent family. The Death Eaters were standing outside, practising some new curse that Dolohov had apparently taught them. They had already discussed that. Remus had to hold Sirius down and shake his head while he went to jump out when he heard what the spells were suppose to do.

Now here Sirius was again ready to pounce. “Frank and Alice!”

Remus shook his head vigorously.

“Did you hear something?” One of the Death Eaters asked.

Remus and Sirius both froze.

“We just mentioned the Lestrange’s and you get all jumpy, do you?!” The larger of them men cackled. “She’s mad, but they’re on our side.”

A smaller man, with a croaky voice replied, “No really, I heard something.”

There was the third now. A calm, almost bored voice, “Probably a squirrel. As I was saying, we need a way to prove ourselves to him. They give all the best tasks to Lestrange and Malfoy. We could take the Longbottom’s if he would give us a chance.”

Remus wasn’t fast enough, Sirius who was fiercely protective over his friends jumped out, still confident that they could take them and clearly not thinking about what they would do next.

Remus groaned, if Sirius had been listening properly he would realize that these weren’t even the trio that were going to attack, but it was too late now.

“Expelliarmus!” Sirius shouted, but the croaky Death Eater who had still been looking their way acted faster.

“Crucio!”

“Protego!” Remus shouted instinctively to shield Sirius from the curse.

Seconds later another green flash narrowly missed Remus, and he rebounded another curse into the woods to send a jinx back that caught the third Death Eater and had him falling face first. Sirius simultaneously cast a spell that wrapped vines around the other two and Remus used another disarming spell to get the wands away from them. “Told you we could take them,” Sirius said proudly.

“Sure but that wasn’t the point!” Remus replied, picking up the Death Eaters wands carefully.

The first Death Eater, who Remus now recognized as Qualor and the one who seemed the most confident only licked his lips, “Look, it’s the lesser of the Black’s. Have you heard that we lost your brother some time ago?”

Sirius raised his wand but Remus stopped him, “Don’t fall to their level.” He advised. “We just want to know when the attack on the Longbottom’s is taking place, then we will let you go.” He said rationally.

The smaller one shook his head, “We don’t know.” He squeaked, something about him reminded him of Wormtail.

In a bored voice, the other looked their way, “If you were eavesdropping you sure were’t very good at it, were you?”

Remus eyed Sirius, “Maybe not, however we want to know-”

“We were not given that task!” He replied back coldly. “We don’t know, we are not in the most inner circle!”

Sirius’ eyes narrowed, “So no one will notice when you disappear?!” He flicked his wand and the wizard’s cheek cut open.

The Death Eater did not flinch though. “Dolohov is on his way back right now, I suggest you two leave.”

Remus looked between the three, they were telling the truth.

With a cackle, Qualor watched the blood leak from his friends face, “You came to play did you? Let me free and I’ll duel you, Black. I’ve heard from your cousins you’re not good on your own!”

Sirius’ face went red but Remus stepped in front of him, “Give us the informa-”

“Bellatrix tells us you slept with a stuffed bear until you were fourteen!”

Remus sighed.

“Ickle Black never talked about you, I suppose you were something of a disappointment of a brother.”

This is something Remus knew triggered Sirius immediately. Despite the rumours and assumptions, he would always love Regulus. And loosing him to the Dark Lord and then to the unknown was something that kept Sirius up at night. Remus stepped forward, “No one asked about your opinions.”

“No, but they’re here,” Qualor grinned. “If you weren’t too busy running around with werewolves and blonde’s women and purebloods that care more about Quidditch than their heritage maybe you could have protected your baby brother?!”

“I suggest you stop now,” Remus replied calmly.

“No wonder your mother hated you. And Regulus was so ashamed of you.”

Something snapped and without even realizing it Remus’ fist collided hard with Qualor’s face. Sirius froze and looked at the scenario as Remus slowly brought his fist back trying to process what had just happened. He looked to Sirius who burst out laughing and Remus shook his fist that was now realizing that it was in pain. Something about the verbal attack on Sirius changed the rational side inside of Remus and he just could not take it. He stuck the wands in his robes and began massaging his fist. He was about to say something when he heard more footsteps. Sirius looked at him, that was not just Dolohov there was a whole group. Instantly the two disapparated away and failed to get the rest of the information on the Longbottom attack but Sirius did take Remus to get a nice cup of tea and heal up his fist pretty decently. Of course Sirius told the entire Order than Remus was such a good friend that he would punch a Death Eater in the face for insulting Sirius. But neither of them mentioned what the exact words were that caused the reaction in a usually very collected Remus Lupin.

[sirius-archive]

Enraptured (Sirius x Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Alcoholism, Underage Drinking, Unprotected sex, Loss of virginity, Panic Attack, A lot of feels and angst. 

Words: 4875

Request: Hello lovely!! Can I request a sirius fic where he and the reader are both pure bloods and are sort of stuck together during galas and balls, so they both become the ultimate BFFs, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Sirius and reader leaving some stuffy high society ball to grab dinner at this swanky McDonalds, with the sounds of his flying motorbike causing Walburga to scream herself into the next century, a concept™ MAY I REQUEST THIS PLEASE!!!

A/N: kay kay kay I got two requests but they were buried down in the endless pit that is my inbox and I just saw them the other day and felt guilty so i pushed life, work, boyfriend and food (maybe not food) aside to do this. It’s angst heavy to begin with but it turns pretty fluffy and then– yeah, I’ll let you figure it out ;)

also, check out the new gif (not mine), i keep getting asked who my face claims are so here you go!

Sirius Black hates pureblood parties just as much as purebloods hate muggborns, but then he meets a pretty girl with a brutally honest tongue and decides that maybe they are slightly more tolerable with her around. 

There is a very big chance that Sirius Black is either going to be drunk or naked and underneath some hot muggle girl by the end of the night.

Preferably both, but beggars can’t be choosers. Sirius seems to understand this more than anyone because he’d rather be sucking a hippogriff’s giant dick than standing in this stuck-up, strictly-pureblood dinner party. And if that doesn’t make him the biggest beggar in existence, then he doesn’t know what else would.

He takes another swig of fire whiskey in his flask as he stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. He’s a miserable mess of a boy, with alcohol poisoning the cushion of his veins and more smoke clouding his lungs that he could care to admit. And it’s probably really fucking dumb, but it’s a reliable and rather simple solution that he has created to survive the stagnant, thirteenth-circle-of-hell that he currently resides in. It’s the only solution that actually works, and it calls to him from the bottom of a fire whiskey bottle like an old lover.

With a final drag from the flask, Sirius tucks it away for safe keeping and balances on practised grace, mentally bracing himself for what lurks outside the doors. He takes in a sharp breath, exhales through his nose. Fiddles with his bow tie and pushes open the door.

The sound of light chatter fills the air and it all rushes toward him in one big hit. It’s suffocating, like all the air in the world has evaporated, and his bow tie suddenly feels like a collar, choking him into submission. His fingers fiddle with the fabric, pulling and tugging so he can force oxygen into his lungs, and he’s receiving strange looks but he doesn’t care. He needs air, he needs to breathe, breathe, breathe –

“You’re having a panic attack,” a voice says from behind him, and Sirius spins around, slightly startled. A young witch is standing behind him, observing, studying in a way that unnerves him.

“Is that what they call it?” he rasps, his chest heaving like his heart is trying to tear its way out.

“Yes, yes they do,” she says, calmly, simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world (it probably is) and while his brain tries to grasp for words, the girl steps toward him and slides her arm under his. She leads him outside, pushing open the French doors and stepping out into the manicured lawns and lush gardens.

And suddenly, he remembers how to breathe again.

The night air is fresh and crisp, and it breathes life into his gasping lungs. His heart falters for a split moment as he gulps down mouthfuls of air, the tight grip of anxiety slackening around his ribs. Well, at least his head doesn’t feel like it took an acid trip on a merry-go-round.

“Does that feel better?” she asks and Sirius nods, speechless as his mind scrambles for words, “Good. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Sirius,” Sirius gives her a weary smile as (Y/N) steps closer and unties his bow tie, tugging it off with ease. Her presence is dangerously close, and he can smell the perfume she had probably smeared onto her skin earlier that evening. Sweetpea and cherry blossom with gentle notes of citrus. The fragrance shoots up his nose and wafts around his brain.

“I know who you are,” She says, matter-of-factly, before she steps away, and her absence leaves an odd, prickly greyness that burns through his clothes.  

“Thanks,” he mumbles when he finally finds his voice, “For helping me.”

(Y/N) flashes a smile at him, and it does something to his body, something strange, and he curses himself for folding so easily.

“Its okay,” she sighs, “Sometimes I get panic attacks, too. But I’ve found that fresh air helps.”

Sirius takes a moment to stare at her, taking every single inch of her in with his eyes while his post-panic-attack brain chews on her words. Now that he’s not a spluttering mess, he finally recognises her as (Y/N) Hawthorne, a Slytherin in Regulus’s year, the same girl Regulus obsesses over, like she pinned the stars to the sky.  

Looking at her now, he thinks she probably did.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks, and his lashes flutter as he blinks rapidly.

“Just enjoying the view,” he replies, boldly and unapologetically honest. She turns away from him and he has a feeling that she’s trying to stifle a blush.

Voices echo in the distance and Sirius turns in the direction, spotting a pureblood couple strolling across the lawns. They are staring at him and (Y/N), muttering amongst themselves. Something flares inside of Sirius, but (Y/N) extinguishes it with a simple sigh.

“C’mon, lets go somewhere more…private…”

Sirius turns toward her and grins wolfishly, “But (Y/N), we’ve only just met…”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, “Are you coming or not?”

Sirius snorts.

A door slams in the distance, a shrill laugh punctures the air.

“Alright. Lead the way.”

They weave through the crowd, and Sirius does his best to ignore them as the word ‘mudblood’ bounces around their conversations like a ball. Instead, chooses to focus on (Y/N), channelling all thought into her and her graceful figure as she leads him to her room.  

“You know,” Sirius starts, wearing a smirk as (Y/N) closes the door, “This isn’t exactly what happens when I follow a girl to her room…”

(Y/N) turns to face him, eyes curious, almost innocent, “You were expecting something more…promiscuous?”

Sirius snorts, “Er…yeah, you could put it like that…”

“Well, while I’m flattered, I don’t think it would be appropriate to begin a sexual relationship at this point in time since I barely know you,” (Y/N) smiles, “But it’s not completely off the table…”  

Before Sirius can comment, (Y/N) changes the subject, a playful smile dancing across her lips. “Anyway, it’s nearing 10 so it’s still fairly early and no one has noticed our absence. To be perfectly frank, I don’t think they will…”

Sirius scoffs, the sound resonating from the back of his throat. “That’s cute. Thinking that they’d care if we were there.”

(Y/N)’s head tilts in mild curiosity, “You don’t think they care?”

Sirius actually laughs this time, a sharp bark that splits the air between them, “We’re black sheep to them. Well, I am anyway.”

(Y/N) hums thoughtfully, “We’re more like wolves in sheep’s clothing.”

Sirius smiles at her, a gentle curve that rarely graces his lips. “Yeah…something like that,”  

She smiles at him with that smile, that smile that probes something deep inside of him, and maybe it’s the alcohol he’s been sipping on since he’s got here, or maybe the effects of his panic attack are lingering, but he’s suddenly struck with a bizarre idea, one that he really should have thought of earlier.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suddenly says, and he puts it in a way so that she can’t refuse him.

“Pardon?”

Sirius steps closer to her, boyish excitement bubbling up inside of him, like a child begging to go to the Zoo, “Let’s go. Leave this place and go somewhere, anywhere. Fuck them and their stupid party.”

(Y/N) blinks at his hand, considering her options. And when she slips her small hand into his much larger one, he feels as though he’s swallowed a star.

“Okay,” she smiles, “Take me anywhere.”

‘Anywhere’ ends up being a small, half-empty McDonalds nearly two hours away from the Hawthorne Mansion, right in the heart of London. Thankfully, Sirius knows how to apparate, and they arrive with the usual crack and pop, a dirty alleyway there to greet them. From there, they stroll along the street to the open-all-hours takeaway joint, and (Y/N) is introduced to the fine, muggle dining of McDonald's.

They walk inside, strangers blinking at their dress-robe get up, and Sirius orders for them both, slapping the muggle money he had exchanged earlier that year on the counter with a smirk. And then they’re sitting in a booth that’s tucked away in a small corner, opposite a window that shows the muggle world outside.

And then (Y/N) is tasting her burger and he nearly chokes to death on his own burger because she’s so bloody cute, all wide-eyed and smitten with the new and exciting Muggle cuisine.  

“Bu–Ho–it–this–”She stutters through her words, and Sirius nods and smiles.

“–I know–”

“–Sirius–”

“–I know, like an orgasm between two buns–”

“–Well, that’s one way of putting it…” (Y/N) gapes at her burger, admiring it in the flickering, neon lights. She takes another bite of her burger and emits a loud moan. One of the staff members, a short, blonde girl that had been eying him hopefully since they got there, shoots them an odd look. Sirius smirks.

“The staff probably think I’m finger-fucking you under the table.”

“Let them think what they want,” (Y/N) says through a mouthful of her burger, “I’m too enraptured by this...burger...to care.”

Enraptured…

What a weird, fucking word.

It takes her less than five minutes to completely devour her burger, and when she’s finished and basking in the post-coital glow of her foodgasm, Sirius takes a gulp of his alcohol-tainted milkshake, studying her curiously.

“Why do you talk like that?” he asks, and (Y/N) gives him a look, so he continues “Like you’ve swallowed a dictionary…or fucked an encyclopaedia.”

“You certainly do have a way of explaining things,” she notes, before adding, “To be perfectly candid, I’m not entirely sure. I suppose my parents trained me to speak proper English…”

“Well, it makes you sound like…” Sirius trails off, but (Y/N) already knows what he was about to say.

“–Like one of them?” she finishes, and Sirius merely nods, “I suppose it does.” (Y/N) pauses in thought, “From now on, I will use the obscene profanities of my peers.”

Before he can stop her, (Y/N) goes on a wild rant, and Sirius has to stifle his laughter as she stands up and cusses loudly. “Fucking fuck this fucking bitch shit is so fucking good bitching shit!”

The staff stare, mortified at her sudden outburst, and Sirius grabs her hand and yanks her down, “You’re such a dork!” he chuckles, “I have to teach you how to swear…”

“Please fucking do,” (Y/N) says, and laughter overcomes them as the Manager shoots them with a stern look.

Their laughter trails off into a comfortable silence, and Sirius is suddenly reminded of how cool it is in here. A gentle draft floats through the restaurant (if you can call it that), and (Y/N) shudders in her seat as though her spine were a sizzling, live wire.

“You cold?” he asks, and then mentally slaps himself when he notices the goose bumps prickling her skin.

“Kind of,” she replies, obviously trying her best to appear nonchalant, “I didn’t bring my proper robes…”

There are two responses Sirius can give her right now; The Oblivious Idiot or the Awkward Fool.

The Oblivious Idiot simply shrugs or gives her a sympathetic look but doesn’t actually do anything, because as the name suggests, he is oblivious and an idiot. The other response, the Awkward fool, is drunk on liquid courage and gives her his own outer robes, like something he’s seen in those boring, so-called romance films Marlene and Mary make him watch. And as he mentally stares down the crossroads of this conversation, thinking, understanding, realizing, he decides to pave a third path.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, and (Y/N) blinks at him, “C’mon. Get your cute butt over here so I can become your walking, talking fire place.”

She’s a little dumbstruck, and he can’t exactly blame her. This is kind of, sort of a surprise for him since he’s usually a combination of the Oblivious Idiot and the Awkward Fool nearly ninety percent of the time. But he feels oddly drawn to her in a way that makes him forget about blood status and high-society galas and the angry-purple bruises that pool beneath his skin–

(Y/N) slips out of her seat with composed grace and slides next to him. There is a small burn on the apples of her cheeks as he drapes an arm around her, and he imagines just how proud Mary is going to be with him for choosing the Romantic Dumbass when she finds out. And he says when because the girl knows absolutely everything about everyone in a disturbing sort of way.

There’s an odd, almost otherworldly ball of nerves and adrenaline spluttering inside of him as her stiff posture inches toward him, and his pulse quickens, blood rushes, spine melts as though it were a stick of butter. And Sirius he, he–

He needs to man the fuck up.

“Better?” he asks, smirking as he uses her words against her, and she flashes him a smile and nods.

“You’re fucking like a furnace,” she murmurs and he snorts a laugh that scratches his throat.

“Getting better,” he responds, grinning, “You still need practice.”

(Y/N) clicks her tongue, an expression of her impatience, “Damn fuck it.”

Sirius laughs, he actually laughs, and he isn’t sure if it’s his chest rumbling from the force of it, or if he’s just imagining things, but he thinks he feels (Y/N) shudder beside him. Into him. He probably is just imagining things…

“Why don’t you just run away?” she suddenly asks, her voice like a whip. The question draws him out of his thoughts and leaves an odd dryness on his tongue, an itch forming in his throat.

This girl just blurts out whatever pops into her head–

“Runaway?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “I mean, it’s a simple solution to all your problems. It’s clear that you hate your life at home since you’ve made alcohol your emotional crutch, but someday you’re going to have that crutch kicked out from under you and you won’t know how to deal with it.”

She grabs his drink, sucks in a gulp. Coughs and splutters, and clutches her chest as she puts it down.

“This just proves my point.”

“Well, I’ve thought about it numerous times but I don’t know where I’d go…”

“I would usually suggest my house, but that wouldn’t be much help for you, would it?” she asks, and he can feel the tension in her muscles slowly slackening as she begins to relax against him, “What about James Potter’s house?”

There had been many, many nights he’d spent tossing and turning in his bed, mulling over whether he should just say fuck it and run away to James’ house. And then a whirlpool of doubt and self-loathing forms in his mind, spinning it into continuous vertigo, and he thinks and over thinks and it all becomes too loud–

So then he reaches for a bottle of fire whiskey under his bed and forgets about it.

“The Potters have their own problems,” Sirius mutters, the image of a sullen-looking James clouding his mind. He’s only got two years left to live, was all he said, and Sirius knew immediately what he meant. Who he meant. “I’d only be adding to their load.”

“Or you’d be a welcome distraction,” (Y/N) adds, “You and James are virtually brothers anyway. It’d be good for both of you.”

Pride surges through him at the word ‘brothers’ because that’s exactly how he feels about James. Brothers, it feels sweet and tangy on his palette, and he mentally says it again and again and again and again– 

Brothers.

“Anyway, it’s up to you,” (Y/N) steals a chip from his plate, popping it into her mouth, “I’m merely suggesting options for you so you don’t have to spend the rest of your life drunk and miserable.”

Sirius snorts, amused by her brute honesty because no one says those things to his face – or anyone else’s for that matter – and then continue to steal his chips that have obviously gone cold.

But (Y/N) isn’t just anyone, and Sirius is beginning to realize that the more he gets to know her.

They sink back into that comfortable silence that had cushioned them before, and he watches as (Y/N) dips her chip into her milkshake, exactly like he taught her. He’s enjoying her company more than he can verbally admit because all his carefully polished finesse and smooth talking has completely abandoned him. And he starts to think that maybe she slipped something into his drink when he wasn’t looking, a potion of her own design, created to make him lose his fucking mind…

“So, is this a date?” she asks, chewing on her chip and licking her lips.

If he weren’t so distracted, he maybe would have teased her with honeyed words and smouldering smirks, like he does with other girls. But there’s…there’s chocolate smeared on her lower lip, taunting him, and he has to remind himself how to swallow, how to breathe, as his lips quirk hesitantly, his tongue prodding the back of his teeth to stop himself from leaning in and kissing it off her lips…

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters, like a fucking nerd, and then he clears his throat and steadies his pulse and sternly instructs himself to get it together, fuckwit, “Yeah I guess it is…”

(Y/N) hums, “Well, it’ll be my first. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I think it’s because I talk too much…”

Sirius can’t stop staring at her lips now. Her words wash over him in waves as she continues to talk, oblivious to the way she is affecting him, and he pins a hesitant smile on his lips, hoping to Merlin that it distracts her from the situation in his pants.

“You have a – er – bit of chocolate…” he blurts out, interrupting her, “…on your lips…”

“On–on my lips?” she asks, and all Sirius can do is gulp and nod. And then he watches with keen interest as her lip pokes out from between those soft, soft lips and chases wildly for the offending smidge of chocolate.

His cock thickens painfully in his pants.

Dammit.

“Did I get it?” she asks, innocently, like she has no idea what this is doing to him (she probably doesn’t), and Sirius’ fingers twist around his pants, willing with all his might for his semi-hard cock to hide itself away...

“Er–let me…” he rasps, not recognizing his own voice, as he reaches out and wipes the chocolate away from her lip, “There…”

“Thanks,” she whispers, her pupils dilating and her legs shifting, and then she does something that surprises them both.

She catches his wrist. Brings his finger up to her mouth and sucks on it.

His cock twitches as arousal rushes through him.

Fuck.

And then he’s kissing her, and she’s kissing him, and it’s warm and soft and she’s inexperienced, yes, but it doesn’t matter because he can taste the sweet flavouring of her lip gloss, and he can smell the shampoo in her hair, and he can hear his heart hammering in his ears, a constant thump, thump, thump, and she whimpers when he smears his tongue across her lower lip and fuck he’s gone, he’s absolutely bloody gone–

They leave McDonalds in a rush and arrive in her bedroom half a second later.

Sirius isn’t sure what it is, but virgins taste different on his tongue.

It’s a sweet sort of purity that melts over his lips like nectar, trickling down the back of his throat and warming the pit in his lower belly as he laps at (Y/N)’s pussy. She’s squirming and writhing beneath him, his name repeating on her lips like a scratched, muggle record, and it’s bliss, it’s pure bliss.

He could survive on a diet that consists only of (Y/N)’s pussy.

Sirius’ tongue circles around her clit and she makes this sound, this gasp that sends sparks of pleasure scuttling through him, and he detaches one hand from her thigh and plunges a finger into her pussy. She bucks at the new sensation, hips rolling against his face, and her fingers grip strands of his hair and he’s groaning into her pussy. When he adds a second finger, she spasms around him, her breath faltering as her world shattering into that sweet, sweet oblivion and she cries out.

Fortunately, the sound-proofing charm that he placed on her bedroom prevents any of the dinner guests from hearing her.

She sags into the bed as she recovers from her high, her face flushed and pupils dilated into large, inky pools. He climbs up the length of her body, peppering soft kisses across her skin, taking in every inch of her again and again because he can’t get enough of her, and then he finally reaches her lips and they’re kissing.

It’s a rush of emotions that crash over him as recklessly as waves when he’s kissing her. She’s so small against him, small and lithe and warm and soft, delicate in a way that makes her elegant, but still strong enough to make her fierce. His fingers rake through her hair, trail down the nape of her neck, and cup her breast, massaging the soft flesh in the palm of his hand.

“Sirius,” she moans, she begs, eyes pleading for more, and Sirius hesitates.

“(Y/N)–”

“–It’s okay,” she breathes, “I want this, I want you.”

Sirius smiles, and he bends down to kiss her again, and its needy and thirsty and it screams every single emotion that burns in his lower belly. Blood rushes through him, his heart thumping and his head spinning, and when he guides himself between her shaking legs, he pauses.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, and her eyes soften. Her fingers stroke his face before tangling in his hair.

“Take me, Sirius,” she whispers, her voice gentle and reassuring.

They kiss as he enters her, moving slowly, oh so slowly, so as to not hurt her. She still gasps against his lips as he sinks inside of her, and her fingers tighten around the muscles in his shoulder when he reaches the hilt. He waits for her to readjust to the size of him, let alone the new intrusion.

“You okay?” he asks, kissing her forehead, holding her close like it’s a promise, and she nods, “Relax, darling,” he coos softly, “Just relax.”

(Y/N) does eventually relax, and her mewls turn into moans, the pleasure drowning out her pain. She even winds her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, her hands clawing the bed sheets and grasping fistfuls of material.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he groans, increasing his pace, “So, so good.”

Fresh waves of arousal wash over his cock, lubricating him, as the warmth of her walls clamps around him. His pace continues to increase until he’s built up a natural rhythm, and she gasps as he moves swiftly, his fingers curling around her pillow as he controls his pace.

“Sirius,” she moans, throwing her head back as he bends down to take a nipple between his teeth. He nibbles at the bud, rolls his tongue over it, feels the way she quivers beneath him and her pussy’s walls tighten around him.

Her hands are all over him, brushing up the muscles of his back, travelling down his chest and torso, touching, feeling, mapping him out as though she desires to memorize the pattern of his skin. He continues to plough into her, grinding his hips into the cushion of her lower abdomen, groaning into her skin as he builds her up, higher, higher.

When the calloused pad of his thumb finds her clit, (Y/N) cries out and bucks her hips. Sirius hisses, his nerves sparking like the tip of an open wire, and he presses harder, rubbing, rolling, pinching, and her thighs tremble and her breath falters and she clings to him as she pants into his ear.

“God, Sirius,” she moans, “I-I’m going to, I-I’m going to-“

“-Cum for me sweetheart,” he growls, “You’ve been such a good girl...”

And then she comes.

She comes undone beneath him, her pussy tightening and then slackening, his name spilling from her lips in a scream as he feels her nerves ripple beneath him, her chest heaving, her head thrown back against the pillow and her hair sprawled out like a halo and he’s never seen anything so beautiful.

Sirius continues to thrust, enraptured by the view, drinking her in and saving her in the spot beneath his ribcage. His eyes lock on her as he slams into her harder and faster, chasing his own release with wild abandon, and his lashes flutter and his jaw clenches as he reaches closer and closer and closer-

A shrill, crackling pop of electricity bursts inside of him as he finally tumbles over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside of her. He stays still as he comes down from his high, his cock still pulsing inside of her. They stay tangled together as he pants into her ear, her Egyptian sheets feeling crisp and comforting on his skin as he finally slides out of her. And then he collapses, exhausted, his body still tingling and glowing like an ember.

“That was–” he begins, searching for words.  

“–Fucking amazing,” (Y/N) finishes and Sirius laughs. He laughs and it shatters the last remains of tension in his chest because here she is, and maybe he isn’t drunk and maybe she isn’t a muggle, but she’s here and she’s gorgeous and she’s fucking swearing.  

“Yeah,” he sighs, “Yeah, it was.”

Enraptured… he thinks, and then he smiles.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Walburga Comes for Dinner (one shot)

Regulus Black AU

Summary:  Walburga comes for dinner and sees her children for the first time in a very long time. (goes with the Dinner with the Dursleys and Tuesday night dinner one shot...see below for links)

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

Dinner with the Dursleys 

Tuesday Night Dinners 

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This will be interesting…

That was the thought that went through your mind when Regulus stepped through the front door after a long day at work. Joanna immediately waddled over to her father, hopping up and down screaming “daddy” until he was able to get his coat off and pay attention to the child.

“Good, Joanna. Get him buttered up.”

You thought as Regulus came into the kitchen snuggling his face against Joanna’s head.

“You look pretty, darling.’’

Regulus commented, looking you over. He was ready for nothing more than a quiet Thursday night. By quiet this meant having dinner, giving Joanna a bath, getting the child in bed without her needing twenty hugs while making Regulus look for a random spider under her bed that she was convinced would eat her toes, and alone time with you. People at the Ministry were driving him batty and Regulus didn’t have the patience for any calamities that night.

“I’m pretty too.”

Joanna said in an extra sassy tone that earned a smile from Regulus.

“Of course you are love. You’re the prettiest little girl ever. Why don’t you go play with your dollhouse?”

Joanna, appeased with Regulus’ comment, didn't fuss when he put her down. She toddled off. Regulus waited until Joanna was quietly amused before wrapping his arms around you.

“Now, as I was saying, you look beyond pretty...absolutely ravishing is more like it.”

You relaxed in Regulus’ arms enjoying the moment of quiet uninterrupted alone time. As much as you didn’t want to, you knew that you had to break the news to him.

“Guess who is coming to dinner?”

“Merlin, I don’t feel like entertaining.”

Regulus groaned. You had expected this reaction. Things were only about to get more interesting.

“It’s your mother.”

Regulus’ mouth dropped. He hadn’t seen his mother in ages. She wasn’t there when Joanna was born or through your pregnancy. Walburga had sworn that she would never speak to Regulus as long as he was married to “that mudblood girl.” Regulus was just fine with his mother’s promise. He had no use for the woman if she was going to insult his wife. All Regulus needed to be happy was Joanna and yourself. Walburga no longer fit into the equation of his life. When Regulus stopped believing in the “Black family way” he realized how messed up everything truly was.

“Why?”

Regulus said, crossing his arms over his chest. You put down the bowl that you were holding. To say that you were looking forward to meeting Walburga was a far stretch. You would much rather it be your mother and father coming for dinner.

“She wants to see you. I suppose she’s feeling guilty about not seeing Joanna yet. Maybe she even feels a bit guilty because she is getting old and has no son to look after her now that your father is dead.”

Regulus mumbled something under his breath before going off to search for the bottle of fire whiskey. He needed some liquid motivation if his mother was going to be stepping foot inside of his home.

“She can go to a home for the elderly. I am not looking after her. I was the good son long enough.”

Regulus commented before smiling coldly.

“Watch this.”

He said before picking up the muggle telephone and calling Sirius. You had picked up your teacup and were keeping an eye on your husband. He was up to something and you had a sneaking suspicion on what he was going to do

“Hey, it's me. Want to come over for dinner?I know you never wait for an invitation. See you at six.”

Regulus hung up the phone before grinning at you.

“He can’t wait to see his mother.”

You shook your head. Now things were about to be a shit show.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Regulus stood up knowing who that was. Walburga fucking Black was back to ruin his life and cause problems.

“I’ll get it, love.”

He commented before going to the door. Walburga stood on the other side with her usual snobby expression. She forced a smile as she looked at her youngest son. Regulus was handsome and well put together as always.

“Regulus.”

“Mother.”

Regulus kept his tone cold and icy. Walburga expected Regulus’ off-putting and unfriendly attitude. She assumed that he was still angry over her calling you mudblood. In Walburga’s mind, she was correct. Her “darling boy” married a less than desirable woman and this seemed to wedge between the two.

“Come in.”

Regulus said, keeping his eyes locked Walburga’s unfriendly face. He reached out and stopped her before she was able to get too far inside.

“I’m warning you now. If you are the least bit rude to my family, I will not hesitate to throw you out.”

Walburga glared at him. She wanted nothing more than to throw a few nasty mudblood comments out but decided if she didn’t want to die alone it would be in her best interest to be decent.

“I understand.”

Walburga looked around the homey living room. The house was very nice. Clearly, Regulus was doing well for his family.

“Daddy, come play with me.”

Walburga’s head snapped up the moment she heard the little voice that she had been wanting to hear for some time. She would never admit it but she had wanted to see her granddaughter from the time that the birth announcement came in the mail. Walburga had sent Joanna an “add-a-pearl” necklace as a way to say “welcome to the world” and that was that.

Regulus never took the time to send Walburga a photo or anything. Now before her stood the most lovely child that she had ever seen (with the exception of Regulus, of course).

Walburga watched as Regulus bent down to pick the little girl up. Joanna’s raven curls wildly fell down her back as she pressed her face into her father’s cheek. It wasn’t until Joanna pulled away from cuddling Regulus did she notice the new face in the room. She looked at Walburga carefully. Clearly, the little girl was well versed in “not talking to strangers.”

“Joanna, this is your grandma.”

Walbruga forced a small smile as Joanna put her head on Regulus’ shoulder.

She’s shy...just like he used to be.

Watching Regulus with Joanna, made Walburga’s heartache. Had she really lost so much time with her own son? While Walburga had wanted no part of being a mother originally, after losing Sirius then Regulus walking away for a muggle-born she realized how much that she actually loved her children.

“You can sit down, mother. I’m going to check on Y/n.”

Walburga immediately did as her son said as Regulus sat Joanna down.

“Keep grandma company.”

Regulus said softly. Part of him was screaming about leaving his darling baby alone with the hateful old woman but he knew Joanna would cause Walburga more annoyance. That in itself would be amusing enough. Besides, from his place in the kitchen door, Regulus could see the two perfectly.

You had just pulled the ham out of the oven when Regulus stepped into the room.

“Everything okay?”

You questioned. Regulus shrugged.

“She just walked in the door and I already feel like the love has been sucked out of me.”

You put the oven mitts down and wrapped your arms around Regulus’ shoulders. Kissing him softly, you chose to ignore Walburga who was watching the whole thing.

“I’ll suck something else out of you later.”

You said in a low suggestive tone. Regulus slightly blushed to know exactly what you meant and he would argue.

“That sounds tempting. We can throw her out, put the baby in bed, and have all evening alone.”

Before you could respond the back door opened and closed. Sirius stepped into the kitchen and smirked looking at Regulus and yourself.

“It's a wonder I only have one niece. The way you two snog there should be three or four kids running around here.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“One is enough. What about your love life?”

Sirius’ amused expression faded.

“Moony can’t get pregnant.”

Regulus put a hand over his face while you quietly laughed.

“How are we related?”

Regulus questioned as Sirius moved to go into the living room to see what his precious little niece was up to. He froze the moment that he saw the biggest demon from hell parked on his little brother’s couch talking to Joanna.

“Oh hell no.”

Sirius snapped before turning to make a line for the door but was stopped when Regulus brought him to the ground.

“If I’m stuck with her then you should be too.”

Sirius fought the urge to scream.

“You’re just evil!”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Both Sirius and Regulus got off of the kitchen floor as Walburga came in. Her cold grey eyes locked on her eldest son. The disappointment returned in full force as she looked between both Sirius and Regulus. While Regulus was dressed in a nice suit, Sirius looked like he had just gotten out of bed in tight clothing that he had worn for a few days.

“Sirius.”

“Walburga.”

Sirius decided not to call her “mum” to antagonize her. Regulus fought the urge to put a hand over his face as he remembered you standing beside him.

“Mum, this is my Y/n.”

Walburga’s vulture-like gaze turned to you.

So this is the girl that stole my baby from me.

Walburga thought before muttering a quiet and unfriendly hello. You only nodded. It was probably best that you kept your mouth shut. You were afraid that you would start going off on the woman for the way that she did both of her sons.

“Uncle Siri!”

Sirius had to tear himself away from watching you plot evilly as Joanna came running to him holding her hands out. He quickly reached down and scooped Joanna up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Jojo, where have you been all of my life?”

“In the living room. Did you bring me my pony?”

Sirius laughed as Regulus immediately started shaking his head.

“Do you want your daddy to kill me?”

“No, daddy wouldn't notice it if you stuck it in the back garden and tied it to a bush.”

Joanna commented, adding a sneaky little blink. Sirius laughed again.

“First things first, sugar, your daddy is standing right over there and can hear. Let's get you ready to eat.”

Dinner started off smoothly. You tried to speak quietly to Walburga but were only getting one or two-word responses. If you needed any more proof that your mother-in-law didn’t like you...this was it. You could feel Regulus tense beside you.

“It's okay, love.”

You whispered quietly as Sirius leaned back in his chair. He gave you an eyebrow wiggle before speaking.

“So, mum, what got you out of the stone-cold manor? Did you get that steak out of your heart finally? You have surely missed a lot of Joanna’s life...although she doesn't look very concerned.”

Joanna was happily ignoring everyone and nibbling on her little plate of noodles. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with anything that was going on around her.

“That’s very amusing, Sirius. I thought that the two of you should know that I am remarrying.”

Both Regulus and Sirius dropped their forks as your eyes rolled up, clearly shocked.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius started laughing so hard that he had to put his head down.

“Is the guy desperate or already on the verge of death? Did you meet him on evil witch weekly’s personal page?”

Walburga frowned. This was clearly not the reaction that she expected. She had planned on Regulus being a little more supportive than her elder son.

“You’re not funny, Sirius. I decided to meet someone who enjoys my company?”

Sirius snorted.

“Does he enjoy you smacking him around or just ignoring him like you did dad?”

Walburga put her fork down.

“Regulus, do you have anything to say?”

Regulus chuckled. This whole situation was completely ludicrous.

“I thought that you only loved yourself.”

Walburga stood up and threw her napkin down on the table.

“I thought that I would get some support from my son. I didn’t come here to be made a fool.”

Walburga turned and stormed from the house without another word. Joanna was the next to speak.

“Granny needs a nap.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to take his plate to the sink.

“Sure does, Jojo, a nice nap in a big wooden box...six feet under. Who wants cake?”

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