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adalitas-coffeebreak-corner · 6 months ago

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Something's gotten hold of my heart

Remus Lupin x Slytherin!fem!reader

A/n: This is my first time writing for Remus, but I hope you'll enjoy reading <3 word count: 3k

Warnings: Insults, swearing, grade A parenting from Walburga, bullying, arranged marriage, smoking, family trauma.

Remus falls in love with a girl he knows he can't have, because she belongs to his mate Sirius.

Or so he thinks.

It had been widely known since sixth year that Sirius Black and Y/n Y/l/n were engaged to be married once they both graduated Hogwarts.

Despite both children being raised as pureblood heirs by their respective families, they equally shared their disdain for the ideology, hence the secret friendship that had remained between the two since childhood. Every moment they could find an excuse to hide away from their family’s social gatherings, they would. The two of them always appreciated each other’s company, free from rules and judgement. Sirius had for many years been Y/n’s support, comforting her when the topic of marriage arose from her mother.

Her parents had told her when she turned eighteen years old, she would be given away to whomever they deemed fit. As luck would have it, on her seventeenth birthday her mother informed her they had chosen the eldest son from the noble house of Black. Y/n figured it to be a halfhearted attempt from Walburga trying to save the family name, because of her “unruly” son.

When the engagement was announced, Sirius was quick to promise Y/N a chance for them to run away as soon as the wedding was over, a new start for them to be free from their parents’ clutches.

“Is it gonna stay like this forever Siri?” Y/n mumbled into the smoke leaving her lips. The young girl was laying on her back with her head resting on Sirius’ lap. The boy chuckled as he plucked the cigarette from her hand and took a hit. “What part, love?” He retorted. She let out laugh, smacking him on his chest, “Everything, the parties, the awful rhetoric, the manners… Us”

They had stayed that way for an hour, comfortably hiding out in Sirius’ room, far away from prying ears.

She suddenly found the ceiling an interesting place to advert her gaze, swallowing the lump in her throat. The boy could sense the sudden stiffness of her muscles, noticing the way her eyes stayed fixed in one place, as if she awaited terrible news. He guessed her reaction was appropriate, considering the uncertainty of her question, and the fact that he might not be able to provide the peace of mind she’d want.

“I think once we’re married, we can do whatever we want. No more expectations or fear around every corner. I think we can be happy” His hand swiftly handing the cigarette back to her.

The muscles pulling at the corner of her lip betrayed her words “I think you’re getting sappy Black” sitting up, looking at her best friend.

“Can’t help it love” He smiled. Sirius had always been better, yet not good, at being more hopeful than her, a trait he knew came from his friendship with James.

His words of comfort later, when her father had dragged her out to the common area to socialize later that evening, had stuck with her.

“As soon as we’re married, we can move far away and live whatever life we choose. Until then we just have to keep up appearances”

When term started it felt like a ticking time bomb, no amount of homework or trips to Hogsmeade could soothe her inner turmoil. It also didn’t help Sirius had less time for their late-night hangouts, having gotten himself into a routine of common room parties and hookups, Y/n constantly getting questioned by Pandora and Dorcas about her opinion regarding her future husband’s escapades, which led to Y/n spending more of her time hanging out with Regulus, Barty and Evan.

Nothing about Sirius’ personal choices bothered her, it rather suited the young witch perfectly, considering her heart only belonged to a certain friend of Sirius’, the lanky bookworm, who always had an essence of kindness, coffee and cigarette smoke wherever he went. Of course she had no real expectation of marrying for love, so she kept up her façade and remained content knowing she had been bestowed the best possible outcome. Her days mostly just consisted of playing pretend, being the perfect daughter and student, keeping her opinions to herself, never showing anyone (except Sirius) her true colors.

Therefore Y/n kept her interactions with the marauders to a minimum, rather watching from the sidelines, than ending up being the target for their next prank, even though she knew Sirius wouldn’t let that happen, even though there would be questions. In the rest of the Gryffindor’s eyes, she was only a vain, pretentious pureblood, and through Slytherins eyes, Sirius was a fallen son not worthy of marrying a girl of her “status”.

It was an unexpectedly warm day in September, during the beginning of their sixth year, when all her hard work fell apart, the first time she was alone with Remus in the library. His voice was soft as he approached her, nervously starting a conversation about the muggle novelle she had hidden beneath layers of books. It only took him a couple of months to slowly break down her guard, their little conversations beginning to become a weekly delight. By December her heart was skipping a beat every time she saw him, every waking thought somehow maneuvered its way back to him.

He had become her safe space now that Sirius was mostly gone.

He was calmer than the rest of his housemates, a trait she rather adored about him, and he never asked any questions about her family, which in this case was very appreciated.

Why Remus had approached her that day, he couldn’t quite figure out, or at least that is what he told himself. Sirius had written to him during their break a few weeks prior confirming his engagement. At first Remus was angry, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Sirius had gotten caught up in old pureblood customs. So, when he spotted her in the library, Remus had almost felt inclined to walk over and scold her, but he knew deep within himself that the pureblood princess herself most likely wasn’t ecstatic about the engagement either. He had almost turned around completely before noticing a familiar book cover.

He hesitated for a couple of seconds, watching her fail at hiding a worn-out copy of The Bell jar by Sylvia Plath. Remus had read the bell jar once in a muggle library close to his home.

From that moment he was intrigued.

On one specific occasion when Remus and y/n had their conversations alone in the library, conversing about random schoolwork and literature, he realized his feelings towards her. It was an evening after winter break, the two had been talking for hours, something about it seeming so serene. Remus had been going on about a series of pranks the marauders had come up with, as of late, hoping to lure a reaction from the usually proper girl.

“You should’ve been there, I swear” He chuckled leaning forward, a glint of mischief in his muted eyes. “It was brilliant”

Y/n’s eyebrows lifted, seemingly intrigued. “Well then, go on Lupin” her silence afterwards encouraging him, and so he did. “Theres this bloke, a year above us, Ravenclaw right” He cleared his throat, hands lifting, extending the dramatic effect. “Last week we caught him bulling a second year Gryffindor, so we nicked his wand”

Her lips twitched, but she stayed silent, clearly skeptical.

“You stole his wand? Damn Lupin you’ve let me down-“

He leaned closer, continuing.

“That’s not the best part dove” Remus smirked recalling the memory. “Stealing the wand after quidditch practice was easy but switching it with a hexed liquorish wand was the real prank” Her expression faltered for a second, but she didn’t interrupt.

“So transfiguration rolls around, Davies is asked by McGonagall to perform owl to opera glasses, he starts and nothing happens, so he tries for five straight minutes until the wand goes soggy, I swear! He starts screaming and McGonagall’s just standing there staring at him, honestly thinking he’s going insane”

She had finally burst out laughing, and it was like a dam had broken. It was soft at first, then full and genuine. She leaned back against the chair, her laughter echoing through the usually empty library, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sound. There it was—the sound he didn’t know he had been waiting for.

It was the first time he made her laugh out loud, and his heart almost exploded.

By the time March rolled around he realized he was in love with her. They had been standing by one of the bookshelves when their hands accidentally touched, and instantly he was a goner. But she was marrying Sirius, so instead of giving in, he kept their interactions hidden deep down and locked away together with his feelings for her.

And so, as the seventh-year starts, everything remained the same, except the heart of one Remus Lupin had been completely and utterly shattered.

"Moony, what's the matter?" Peter questions softly, the lanky boy hunched over his dinner plate in the great hall, looking positively destroyed. Before his "cleverly" thought out excuse, just the usual moon stuff, could leave his lips, James decides to chime in, almost on cue, the universe's cruel joke.

"Oi, Pads how does it feel to be the husband of the second fittest bird in our year?" James erupts, tilting his entire body towards the long-haired boy sitting to his left. "Only second to my Lily flower of course" he smirks, whipping his face equally fast to his right side, where he is met with the biggest eyeroll from Lily.

"We are not married yet Prongs" Sirius protests with a slight frown.

If they were to keep up the illusion, Y/N had to keep the appearances of a typical Slytherin, for the sake of her family name. Sirius therefore didn’t express much fondness for the girl, considering the confusion that would arise on behalf of his friends.

And most importantly, no one could know the truth, not even the marauders. James makes a face as he whistled. "Well, at least she's not your cousin" Sirius cringes, although it was true that he was almost promised away to own cousin, before the Y/l/n's promised away their golden child. He regrets telling that story to James.

Remus can’t help but tense his jaw, his grip on the utensils tightening. Yes, he know the rumors of the Y/l/n family being heinous purebloods, but that still didn't stop his heart from skipping a beat when Y/n walks into his line of sight. In his mind Y/n simply cannot be the monster many think her to be, not a monster like him, anyways. He shrugs the last thought out of his head.

He at least has the rest of the year to get used to the thought of his best mate getting married to the most beautiful, talented, intelligent- "Wretched is what she is" Sirius huffed, snapping Remus out of his thoughts, clearly having lost the last minute of their conversation. "Sirius, be nice to her, you are engaged after all" Lily pleads.

The redheaded girl has been partial to the Slytherin ever since second year, where Y/n set fire to Barty Jr.'s cape for calling Lily a mudblood. Of course, Y/n played it off nonchalantly, but Lily could sense an anger behind her eyes at Barty's comment. "Yeah, Pads if you hate her so much, why don't you break it off?" Remus adds sharply, making the group turn towards him.

Sirius secretly hopes no one notice the guilt behind his cold facade. Speaking ill of his childhood friend never came to him easily. "Surely you haven't understood the concept of an arranged marriage dear Moony. Now, let’s drop it before I lose my appetite" he quickly responds, shoving a spoonful of food into his mouth, before changing the subject.

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Later that week, Remus has defense against the dark arts with the rest of the marauders. They are all heading down the naturally lit stone-built corridors when a loud smack echoes through the halls. The boys quickly gauge each other’s reactions before hurrying towards the sound, the scene in front of them making their jaws drop. Daniel, a particularly annoying Slytherin, is holding a hand to his, very red cheek, Y/n standing staring daggers at him. It takes all Sirius' strength to not run over and interfere, however Remus is already storming towards the pair, James lets out a yelp as he tries gripping Moony's uniform to pull him back.

The small crowd of students mostly looked baffled, but the faces of most students adorning green look appalled. Daniel mutters something under his breath, until his gaze finds Sirius'. "Good luck with this one Black, a bloodtraitor and a tempestuous whore, surely a match made in heaven" he shrieks and storms off, the rest of the Slytherin crowd following hot in his heels, except for Dorcas, Barty (who just mostly enjoys the drama) and Regulus who stay behind looking between Y/n and Sirius.

It feels like an eternity for Sirius, standing there opening and closing his mouth, like a fish out of water, before y/n nods towards the younger Black, the four of them making their way up the stairs.

"What the hell just happened?" Peter question, searching for any kind of answer. "My thoughts exactly, Wormtail" James add.

Remus' heart is beating exceptionally fast when the four of them stop at the door leading into the classroom, as their gazes find Y/n sitting next to Regulus who is gently holding her hand beneath the table. There is an air of comfort to his touch that Remus does not like. Apparently, he isn't the only one who noticed. Sirius looks uncharacteristically anxious at the sight of his younger brother and his fiancé.

Remus can’t quite understand Padfoot’s inner turmoil, getting jealous over the one person he supposedly can't stand? Remus can't figure out why it hurts him more, thinking Sirius after all, maybe doesn’t hate her as much as he previously thought. As the teacher comes down the stairs urging the students to open their books to page 119, they quickly take their usual spots at the back, except James who hurries up to sit next to Lily in the second row. Once the bell rings, Remus stays back, taking his time packing his books away into his satchel.

Y/n is still sitting where Regulus left her, looking deep in thought, while the teacher scolds her, taking away 20 points from Slytherin for punching another student. Daniel must’ve already snitched. Remus can only focus on the most perfect little crease adorning her face, right over her left brow. After the teacher leaves, he makes his way over. "It was some punch you threw; I- I mean I only saw the aftermath, but I assum-" "Why, are you talking to me Lupin?" She shoots back so quickly, Remus gets startled, adverting his eyes to the ground.

Looking back up at her, he mentally prepares himself for her wrath, but finds no fury or judgement in her eyes, she just looks.. sad.

It is almost like she hadn't even registered her own answer.

Three hours earlier...

"C'mon Y/l/n, we are going to be late for class!" Regulus yelled into the Slytherin common room, where y/n was seated next to Dorcas. The two Slytherins exchanged an amused glance. "You heard him minx, let’s get you to class" Dorcas sighed, getting up and dragging y/n with her. She let out a huff and smoothed out her uniform with one hand, while getting dragged by the other.

The friends met up with the rest of the group in the courtyard, Regulus now directing his sternness towards Barty, Evan and a couple of other classmates, finding his place on the ledge of the fountain. Barty Jr. smirked as he saw y/n, his eyebrows darting up behind his sunglasses, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before smugly muttering "So, how long until we have to mourn your union with the bloodtraitor y/l/n?”

She rolled her eyes, while the others laughed, moving ever so elegantly to sit down next to Regulus.

Regulus knew about Y/n and Sirius’ agreement, making him partially fond of his older brother for protecting someone he deemed a friend. Y/n had to tell him, for when the engagement was announced in Grimmauld place, Regulus refused to talk to her for about a week, thinking he would lose her, just like he lost Sirius. Dorcas shot Y/n a look, however her eyes stayed firmly trained on Barty, who had gotten comfy on his boyfriend’s lap. "As soon as seventh year ends Jr., why? Have you not gotten your invitation yet?" Y/n bit her lip, eyes sparkling as she watched Barty pushing the sunglasses down his nose, a slight smirk hiding the annoyance in his eyes as the rest of the group laughed, even Regulus seeming amused.

Y/n had to be careful around her classmates, answers well calculated, and most importantly contain a slight bit of contempt for Sirius, yet not enough for her parents to call off the wedding. Feeling total numbness in the presence of Barty jr, Evan, Daniel and even Severus, helped her a lot, even though their comments had hurt her the first couple of times, she reminded herself that beyond Hogwarts there was a world for her, where she could live free of the hate and judgement that followed most wizards.

The group started making their way to class, Y/n giggling at something Evan said, keeping her façade perfectly intact, a stark contrast to the buzzing in her head, and the fastness of her heartbeat.

"I can't wait to see what’s going to happen with Black; I mean do we really expect that ceremony to go smoothly?" Severus mocked, making Daniel cry out a laugh.

You can do this Y/l/n, Just breathe, empty your head..

Fate had different plans, as the next sentence that left Daniel made her blood boil and her hands clench. "Look on the bright side Severus, at least you’re not the one marrying a good for nothing bloodtraitor, in my opinion pretty boy should just do Y/n a favor and jump from the astronomy tower, maybe his dimwits friends would follow alon-" Regulus' eyes widened, everything happening before he could interfere. Her hand almost cracked at the force behind her throw, sending Daniel's face flying backwards before one of the columns stopped his momentum, doing nothing to soften the blow.

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"It was some punch you threw, I- I mean I only saw the aftermath, but I assum-"

"Why, are you talking to me Lupin?" The words leave her before she has a chance to think.

Punching Daniel will surely come back to bite her in the ass, the realization dawning on her, she feels the heaviness of having to do damage control. All because of her stupid compassion towards Sirius and these stupid feelings towards his handsome friend- "I don't know, I guess I just wanted to make sure you are okay" the concern in his eyes almost make her break. Growing up in Y/l/n manor empathy was a foreign word and crying meant weakness.

There was so much she had to unlearn with the help of Sirius. The raven-haired boy had just gotten out of the same toxic situation himself, moving in with the Potters over the summer causing an uproar from his family, despite Walburga's intent on keeping up appearances. Y/n had never seen Sirius as happy as that day, where he told her he had escaped. Of course, there were days of despair and guilt for leaving Regulus in that foul house, but it did consol the boy knowing Y/n kept tabs on the younger brother. "I’m fine" she hisses, finally packing up her books. "You don't seem fine" Remus challenges, making her freeze.

The classroom seems a lot smaller than it was a few minutes ago, and her bag feels heavier than usual. Her hands keeps fidgeting with the tabletop, every muscle in her body feeling tight as she tries to think of a response, coming up empty handed. Instead, she settles for staring at the bruise on her knuckles. After what felt like an eternity Remus' hand comes into her field of vision, gently covering hers in his, her eyes snaps up and her breath hitch.

He is so close to her; she’s almost afraid he can hear the effect of it on her heartbeat. She tries swallowing the lump in her throat, but the whirlwind of emotions, and the warmth of Remus keeps her from speaking. "I don't know why you punched him, but I am sure he deserved it" He mutters reassuringly, looking over her features as he continues explaining "but I also want to make sure you are okay-" "it's none of your business Lupin" she whispers, her small voice betraying her words.

He lets out a simple sigh, the air from his lungs tingling her lips, reminding her just how little space there is between their faces, she can easily close the space between them if she shifts her weight to the front of her feet, moving her head up to- "You're right, it's none of my business, I’m sorry for bothering you” Remus turns around, feeling slightly rejected.

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unconventional-lawnchair · 9 months ago

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Little Lupin {Blurb}

James Potter x Lupin!Reader

Part 2 - Part 3

AN: I wrote this on my lunch break, so it's not proof read. Just needed it out of my head RIP.

WC: 1313

“Mate! We are bloody brilliant!” Sirius bellowed out, getting applause from a few of the other red-robes. “Mate! Mate?”

Sirius’s shouts slowly lowered and he looked at James curiously, who was simply staring across the grand hall with heart eyes.

The clatter and hum of students and professors fell on his deaf ears. News of one of the Marauders' newest pranks on Slytherin had sent the hall into a frenzy of giggles and explosive laughter. Watching as the poor Slytherin tried to hide their red hair, the Gryffindors were practically doubled over. Sirius brandishing their win socially while James remained in his own little world.

Eyes on {Y/N} Lupin, who stuck out like a sore thumb. You looked around at your fellow green-robed seatmates and made a playful jab at Dorcas, who then threw a bun at you. Ignoring the glares from Snape and Avery, who were even more pissed that you didn't fall victim to your brother’s trick, you always managed to find some humor in the situation.

Even Regulus Black had his hair dyed; not that he didn't use a potion to change it back instantly. His usual icy demeanor was barely ruffled, but he shot a glance towards you, a mix of curiosity and annoyance. It was no secret that being related to Remus Lupin put {Y/N} in a peculiar position within Slytherin House. Unlike Regulus, she refused to delve deeper than necessary into mediocrity.

"Honestly, you'd think they'd come up with something more original.” You quipped, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you deftly dodged another flying bun.

Dorcas laughed, "Maybe next time they'll get you too, Lupin."

Your shouts across the hall faded further out as Sirius hit James on the shoulder.

“James!” He laughed and James shot up with a loopy smile, glasses sloppy on his face.

“What?” He cheeked, sticking his tongue to his cheek and stealing a glance at you again.

“Oh dude, don't tell me.” Sirius smirked.

James's cheeks flushed slightly as he tried to play it cool, pushing his glasses up to sit properly on his nose. "What are you on about, Pads?" He smirked, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

Sirius waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You're gone, mate. Absolutely smitten with {Y/N}, aren't you?"

James's eyes widened, and he quickly looked around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. Wrapping his arm around Sirius and yanking him down so they were closer to the table. "Keep your voice down!" He scolded, though his tone was more embarrassed than angry. "It's not like that."

Sirius grinned, like he had just learned the secret of a lifetime. James knew he was screwed. "Sure, sure. You’ve been staring at her for the past ten minutes like she's the Snitch and you’re about to win the Quidditch Cup.”

James opened his mouth to retort, but the words died on his lips as he caught another glimpse of you, laughing and shoving Evan Rosier’s shoulder was he inspected your hair playfully. He couldn't help the small smile that tugged on his lips at your smile, he couldn't even bring himself to be jealous, he'd play with your hair too if you'd let him.

James glanced back at Sirius when he realized he had zoned out again, looking like a guilty puppy as he smiled up at him, talking far louder then he intended to. “You know, Remus’s sister.. she's fit, yeah?”

As if Merlin was having a laugh at their expense, two large hands grabbed their shoulders. Remus peaked his head between them with a chillingly sweet smile, tooth and all.

“I'll cut your eyes out, James.”

James's face went a shade paler as he felt Remus's grip tighten on his shoulders. He gulped audibly, trying to muster a nervous laugh, but it came out as more of a squeak.

"Moony! I-I didn't see you there," James stammered, his eyes wide with a bright nervous smile, trying to play it off.

Remus's smile didn't falter, but his eyes were steely. "Oh, I bet you didn't.” He said, his voice calm but hiding a threat. "Now, what was that about my sister being 'fit'?"

Sirius, deciding to abuse his power as boyfriend, leaned forward to smirk at Remus. “She is though, yeah? It's the Lupin genes. Glad I got mine when I did.”

Remus glared down at Sirius with a scandalized look.

"Sirius.” Remus practically growled through gritted teeth, "I can deal with you later. Right now, I'm more concerned about our dear James."

James looked pleadingly at Sirius, silently begging him to stop making the situation worse. Sirius, however, was having far too much fun to let it go.

"Oh I bet you will.” He smirked and looked Remus up and down before leaning back into his hand. “Come on, Moony.” Sirius chuckled with a playful grin. "It's not like Prongs is planning on asking her out. He's just… appropriating her beauty.”

“Sirius-” James hissed before they were all interrupted.

You had walked up, with a playful glare and a bright smile. “You boys are ridiculous. When I let you into the Slytherin commons I thought it would just be a handful of us. Everyone? You dyed everyone's hair? You laughed in disbelief.

Sirius smirked, crossing his arms. “No clue what you're on about, bird. Do you, Remus?”

“Not a clue.” Remus hummed, playing along with Sirius's game of plausible deniability. Still glaring at James.

“Do you, James?” Sirius then looked down at James who was giving that same love sick look, a million miles away. James snapped back to reality, his eyes widening as he realized you were standing right there. He stammered for a moment, the color returning to his face tenfold. “Uhm- nope,” His voice cracked and he looked like he wanted to die. Looking down at his plate absolutely ready to jump into the black lake.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of James looking so disjointed. "It's alright, James. Next time, maybe don't make me guilty by lack of evidence?” You laughed, gesturing to your hair with a teasing wink, though you had no idea just how much that affected him.

James's cheeks flushed even more, if that was possible, and he muttered, "Ya, yeah agreed, {Y/N}."

You curled your eyebrow at him and your smirk deepened. Instead of tease him further, you nodded and turned your attention to Remus. “Hey, Rem, can you help me with my transfiguration study today?”

“Why would I do that?” Remus smirked as you gave a helpless scoff.

“Well.. if you don't, I'll tell Sirius on you.” You challenged and Remus looked down at Sirius as he gave a dramatic gasp.

“Do as she says, Remus, we'd hate for that to happen.” Sirius chuckled and you smirked triumphantly.

“I'm still not done with you.” Remus grumbled to Sirius before he looked at James. “You either.”

“Thank you Rem!” You chirped as turned to leave, meeting up with Dorcas and Pandora at the entrance of the grand hall.

The second the grand doors closed behind you Sirius nearly lost it as he fell over laughing.

Remus covered his mouth and snickered as well as James flushed and hid his face in his hands.

“Merlin! You practically proposed to Lily Evans but you can't even look her in the eyes!?” Sirius fell back and Remus was quick to catch him, equally amused.

James groaned, his face still buried in his hands. "You're not helping, Pads.” He groaned, absolutely mortified, his voice muffled.

Remus shook his head, though he couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes. "I think what Sirius is trying to say, is you need to relax, James. {Y/N} isn't going to bite your head off."

“At least not with that attitude.” Sirius cheeked and earned a hard smack from Remus.

“I'll end you both.”

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pepsichrry · 3 months ago

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Touch Me Pt.2 || Regulus A. Black

Summary: Much like always, you couldn’t keep your mind off of Regulus. What happens when you need a friend to lend a helping hand?

Set during the Marauders Era!

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Innocent!Reader, Innocent!Regulus, Best friends to Lovers? kind of, Virgin!Reader, Virgin!Regulus

Rosier!Reader

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Hogwarts was eerie after a certain hour in the night. Ghosts, talking portraits, the wailing of the giant squid and the darkness of the Black Lake were all examples of what may be terrifying. But the students learned to live alongside these things amongst others.

But sometimes it wasn’t scary.

After midnight, the common rooms were empty, parties were raging in the Room of Requirement and the prefects went back to their rooms. Midnight was a dangerous time at Hogwarts, if you happened to be awake that is. Which you appeared to be.

Sleepless nights had been troubling you for the past few days, in fact, they had been troubling you ever since your best friend since birth had opened your eyes to a whole world of possibilities. Regulus had been plaguing your mind ever since he’d ripped your underwear off and toyed with you in a way that you didn’t imagine was possible. You couldn’t stop thinking of him.

Of course, you’d tried going to sleep, but you dreamt of him. You tried distracting yourself, but you thought of him. You tried simulating his touch, but it never came close to how he’d done it. It was hopeless.

You lay awake in bed, staring up at the closed curtains around your bed, trying to block out the snores of your roommates and the need nagging at your brain, the twinge between your thighs. You imagined what it would feel like to have him touch you again, whether or not he would even consider it. He seemed to like it the last time, judging by the stiff bulge in his trousers that pressed against your back. You may have been inexperienced, but you knew the possibility of him enjoying it as much as you did wasn’t impossible.

You were stuck. Would you get out of bed to find Regulus and ask him nicely to touch you how you’d like, or force yourself to sleep and do the exact same thing the next night?

You ripped the covers from over you, swinging your legs over the bed and weaving through the gaps in the curtains. It took you seconds to reach the door, but not before checking to ensure that nobody was awake. When it was clear that they weren’t, you slipped through the doorway.

Regulus’ dorm was easy to find, you often went there since he shared with your brother and you could see them both. You knew that Evan and Regulus were close, but you never saw the harm in reminding Evan that Reggie was yours and not his. You were awfully possessive like that.

Not a sound signified your entrance into his bedroom, your feet silent as you padded over to his bed.

The curtains were drawn around the four poster bed, and through the tiniest crack between the fabric, you could see Regulus sprawled across his bed, soft, pink lips slightly ajar as he breathed gently in the darkness of the dorm. He wore a grey shirt, which had ridden up to expose a slight sliver of pale skin between his belly and his groin and the duvet was tangled somewhere between his legs and left his torso on display.

You tried your best not to make too much noise as you knelt on his bed beside his sleeping figure. You cast a quick Muffiliato charm on the curtains around his bed, ensuring that nobody outside of the area could hear you talking to Regulus, because that would be a nightmare to explain, especially to your brother who would wonder why you were in his best friends bed in the middle of the night.

“Reggie!” You whispered, your words pouring invisible in the darkness. Your palm spread flat against his shoulder as you nudged him softly until his head turned on his pillow and he roused from his sleepy state. His grey eyes squinted in the darkness to decipher your face, and when they did, they widened ever so slightly.

“Dove?” He asked, glancing around him as though he wasn’t sure where he had fallen asleep, and wondering why you were there too. “What are you doing here? What time is it?”

You looked down at your fingers guiltily. “It’s past midnight, I’m sorry.” You admitted and he nodded understandingly.

“It’s okay. What’s wrong?” He watched you intently as you sunk down into the space beside him. His bed always seemed to be more comfortable than your own, but maybe that was just the knowledge that he slept there that made you feel more relaxed. Regulus had always had a strangely calming effect on you.

You nuzzled your face into his pillow and he turned on his side to face you, your noses now inches apart. “I wanted to see you.” It was half of the truth, you had wanted to see him, but for a reason which you couldn’t reveal to him just then.

He didn’t say anything else, but he smiled to himself bashfully, like he always had when you said something too sickly sweet to him. It only reminded you that this was your best friend, a boy you’d grown up with, been through everything with, and that only made you adore him more. There was a reason that he was so special to you, but it seemed as though that reason was becoming more and more apparent as of recently.

It was because Regulus was Regulus. The sweetest boy you’d ever met in your life, the smartest, the most handsome and brave you’d ever seen. And it was all yours.

Not once had Regulus ever shown interest to anyone but you, nobody had seen him like you did. Because with you, he had the courage to be who he was. Between lingering touches and sweet smiles, you felt yourself grow into a trance, a trance larger and larger every time it happened over the many years you’d known each other. Your friends had constantly told you that it was love that made you feel the way you did, but you’d always brushed it off. As much as you cared for Regulus, you were always unsure about where your friendship cut off, whether he loved you or if he wanted anything more, so you told yourself it was better not to think about it.

But as he smiled, a pink tinge across his nose bridge and a twinkle in his sleepy eyes, you became more sure that maybe Regulus felt the way you did. Curious as to what you could become, curious of why you felt the way you did, wanting to try, just try to catch a glimpse of something more.

Perhaps that was why you leant forward in his bed that night and planted your lips on his. The first kiss you’d ever shared.

Your stomach sank when you felt him tense, his lips never moving from how they rested, not even when you pulled away. It was a short kiss, much shorter than you’d like, but it told you all that you needed to know, as did his wide eyes and agape mouth.

But suddenly, there it was. He pursed his lips, whether he was wetting them or tasting them you had no idea, but the gorgeous grey eyes you’d always loved flickered down to your own lips with a spark that you’d never witnessed before. Then he kissed you.

The air grew hot between you as you shared the very same breaths and lived in the same space. You felt one of his large palms spread over the small of your back, pulling you snug to his chest. Your hands began to explore the expanse of his upper body, one coming to settle in his gorgeous, dark locks, the other roaming his chest. There was an odd feeling about the moment, it may have been more intimate than any you’d shared before, even that day when Regulus had teased the pleasure growing between your legs and whined into the juncture of your neck. It was sweet, with an air of desperation.

Your lips parted with a satisfying sound and once again, Regulus smiled, the ghost of his damp lips on your own.

“Is that what you came here for?” Regulus asked you, and you had half a mind to say no, to tell him about your affections and dreams, but you came for a reason, and the honest truth could wait.

You laughed breathlessly at his question. “You’ve been driving me mad.” You confessed, your fingernails lightly scraping the roots of his soft hair. He let out a pleasant sigh, one you’d probably miss if it didn’t settle against your skin.

“Well, I don’t like the sound of that, Dove.” He whispered into the silence before planting his lips onto your own in another passionate affair.

The weight of his slender body pressed more and more into you as his body turned to half cover your own. He hovered over you, careful not to lean on your halo of hair surrounding his pillows. He kissed you deeply, as though he’d needed to for all of his life. And if there was any hint of him feeling the same way that you did, then you would guess that he had wanted this for as long as you had.

The delicious smell of him, freshly washed and sleep bitten, surrounded you completely, creating a warmth inside of you. Just knowing that it was Reggie kissing and touching you made you want to melt.

“Reggie.” You say, and he replies almost instantly after he had finished kissing you.

“Yes?” His voice was husky, partially from being roused from his peaceful sleep, though mostly because of a blooming arousal inside of him. He knew it was shameful to be so ready for you so quickly, but he’d never experienced anything like what’d just happened before.

“I’ve been dreaming of you.” You confessed, and his half-drawn, lidded eyes widened ever so slightly at your words, as thought you’d told him your nastiest secret or sworn an oath. “Of what you did to me.”

Your words hung heavy between you, heavier than the heaving of Regulus’ chest against your own. His mouth opened wider, gasping a silent breath into his lungs. His face couldn’t paint a picture of pleasure better than it just had, it was as though you’d just ordered him to cum in his pants. You’d ensnared him, body and soul, he knew that he was at your beck and call, just as you knew it too. You could say the word and he’d please you all over again, and nearly all of him was begging for you to make him.

No words could exit his mouth, his lips wide against yours, ready to drink up your filthy ramblings. You took it as your sign to carry on.

“I tried to imagine that you were there, behind me again, touching me, toying with me, but it just wasn’t the same. I need you. I need you to touch me, Reggie. I want you so badly.” You whined.

Regulus didn’t know what to do but to nod, his curls brushing against your forehead as he did so. He couldn’t speak, it was as though you’d reached inside of him and ripped his voice box out. He swallowed a wad of cottony saliva, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did so.

“Would you touch me again? Please.” You asked him kindly, gazing up at his face as he screwed his eyes shut, eyebrows pinching upwards as though you were torturing him. You ran a comforting hand down his shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Oh, yes.” He sighed, head dropping to your chest in a weak manner, it was almost a sign of submissiveness. And, oh, how you adored how he was wrapped around your little finger.

He planted a singular, searing kiss on your exposed sternum, your tank top showing only the tops of your fleshy breasts. You cradled his head gently towards you, encouraging his gentle touch.

“I think about you every day, when I wake up, before I go to sleep.” He tells you between tiny, peppered kisses to your body. “I want to breathe you in. I can’t cope without you.” He speaks into the crook of your elbow and kisses up your forearm until his lips meet the middle of your palm.

He sits back on his haunches, fingered looped into yours, kissing your hand as you watch him intently. It takes a second for him to work up the courage to meet your eyes, but he does, his blinking falters ever so slightly, the tiniest sign of him relishing in your attention.

Your curious eyes, drop to his crotch, where his boxers are tented and damp. You weren’t entirely understanding of what was going on in Regulus’ body, but you wanted to know.

“What’s happening?” You ask, a stupid question, you knew that, but you wanted him to confirm what he was feeling.

He let out a breath, “You do this to me.” He tells you before bringing your smaller hand down his body, trailing over the fabric of his t-shirt until he planted it firmly over the hard bulge. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. “Are you still curious? Like you said you were.”

“Yes.” You barely took any time to respond, sure of anything that he could possibly want from you.

His hand encouraged you to press down onto where you could only guess his dick was. He preened at the contact, guiding you to rub over his fabric covered groin gently, but fully enough to give him pleasure. His head dropped back ever so slightly, as though he’d gone faint from the touch. You couldn’t blame him though, if it felt anything like what he’d done to you, you’d understand.

While his left hand covered your own, his right was free, so you quickly took it to your own crotch, and allowed him to rest his palm over your core.

Once he got the hint, his thumb began to press into the places where you’d once tried to please to no avail. As though it was effortless, he began to make white hot pleasure in the friction of his fingers against your throbbing pussy.

“Ever since I first touched you,” He began, eyes zeroed in on his hand working over your body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what you said.”

In the haze of pleasure, you didn’t understand a word of what he was saying and had forgotten about what you’d said to him, Merlin, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d forgotten that you could even speak.

“What did I say?” You slurred out, and Regulus gave you an amused look.

“You told me it was just touching.” He gasped when your hand massaged over a particular area of his groin, the sound sending tingles over you entirely.

“Yeah?” You replied. “You’ve been thinking about that?”

He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded feverishly as his hold on your hand disappeared, allowing you to continue touching at your own whim. His fingers still clasped your wrist, but still allowed you to put nice pressure in the place that he needed it most.

“How come?” You asked when he didn’t seem to want to elaborate.

He sighed, but this time more vocally, more like a drawn out moan. “Oh-! What if we did more than touching?” He panted, his pleasure seeming to increase as you focused on that specific area on him that he seemed to enjoy so much.

“More than touching? Regulus Black, you devilish man.” You teased, getting a thrill from seeing him so pleased. The warm, sweet feeling began to rise within you, the very thing you’d been chasing for so long. You felt as though you could cry from relief that Regulus was finally touching you.

He seemed to pay no mind to your joking comment, instead, he began to tense, his legs spreading beautifully.

“Oh!” He cried out into the darkness of the room, forcing his hips into your hand more as the seconds went by. You could tell that he was beginning to feel that addictive feeling like you were, and by no means did you want to stop that, but you were so curious about his offer.

“And what would we do if we weren’t touching?” You ask, feeling your stomach tighten up as his fingers continued their set pace.

He breathed out harshly, like a wild animal out for the kill, chasing that high that was so close and in reach. “W-we could use our mouths.” He tells you gently, but distractedly as he began to hunch over and his muscles began to twitch.

By the way he was panting and how he began to draw into himself, you knew this was it for him, you were making him feel good somehow. But something tempted you so evilly to draw away from him, to not allow him that well-earned pleasure just yet. To give it to him in all of the ways he wanted. It just seemed unfair to repay him for what he’d given you by pleasing him without even really touching him.

Just at the last second, your hand pulled away from his boxers, and he let you go with a tortured groan. His strong grey eyes looked at you, almost angrily and his hand pulled from you mere seconds after you him. Before he could stutter out a question, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

“And how do we use our mouths?” You ask him sensually, forehead nearly touching his.

He hummed, his hammering heartbeat calming from the denial of his climax, but not enough for it to be considered normal. “I can- I can please you with my mouth.” He told you, still slightly distracted by the feeling in his boxers.

You couldn’t help but feel eager at the idea. “How?”

His mouth hung open again, as he searched for an answer in his foggy brain. “I’m not fully sure, but we can try it. Just like last time.” He offered.

“And what about this?” You ask quietly, fingers tracing over the large lump in his boxers.

“I-I can take care of it.” He said, brows furrowed as he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to taint your innocent mind any further and reap his pleasure from your inexperience. It should be your future husband’s privilege of receiving that attention from you.

You frowned. “But I’m curious. And it’s not like I haven’t seen it before. We used to run around naked all time time when-“

“Okay! Okay!” He cut you off, a deep scarlet fainting his face now, half from you touching him and half from embarrassment.

You snorted at his bashfulness still. “Don’t be shy, Reggie. All I’m saying is that there’s nothing to be so bashful about.” You tell him, leaning in to kiss over the apple of his cheek sweetly before your words travelled to his ear. “I want to see all of you. Especially if you’re as beautiful there as you are everywhere else.”

At that you could hear him swallow again. “Merlin, you’re filthy.” He joked, though it came out surprisingly weak.

“Let me take care of you too.” Your hand drew up to the waistband of his underwear slowly, as to give him the opportunity to stop you if he wished. But all he did was let out a little breath, and pushed himself closer to you in encouragement. Your fingertips slid into the elasticated band, drawing it away from his skin and allowing it to flick back onto his pale skin.

You looked him in the eye then, and leaned in for a kiss. It was small and chaste, not at all sexual, just sweet and gentle and loving. It was all that you wanted to show him.

You didn’t know if he felt it like you did, but he began to undress promptly, clutching his t-shirt and bringing it over his head. He dropped the garment at the very end of his bed, ignoring it for the time being and his hands instinctively fell to the waistband of his underwear.

You watch eagerly as his fingers thread clumsily into the fabric, something you’d expect to be out of character about prim and perfect Regulus, but it was charming in its way. It had taken you some time to understand Regulus, but you knew him, you knew that his attitude isn’t snobbishness, but unbearable shyness. To you, it made sense that your Reggie was becoming shy again, though he had no reason to be.

He slipped his underwear down his milky thighs, discarding those in the same place as his t-shirt, now sat on his bed, completely and undeniably exposed to you.

His skin was cast a silvery shade in the dark, but his cock was flushed pink and pretty like his cheeks. That was when you knew you were right, he was beautiful all over. A tiny trail of hairs lead from his belly button down to the base of his dick, where he had short, dark curls, much like the hair on his own head. You didn’t mean to stare, only observe the part of him you’d never really seen properly apart from when he was young and cherubic. This was different now, Regulus was a man, and a rather grown one at that.

He seemed to notice your focus and used his hand to cover up, preserving his modesty as best as he could. You tried not to burn too brightly and conserve your wonderment at the sight of him, but you couldn’t help but smile widely and innocently.

You placed your hand over his, an urging to show himself to you again. “There’s no need to get shy now, Reggie.” You whisper to him, face close to his as you looked over his entire body.

He huffs out a laugh, taking a second to remove his hand from his groin, allowing your greedy eyes to drink all of him in. Your mouth hung ajar as you took everything in, a faint smile on you still. You look up to his eyes quickly.

“Can I touch?” You asked, wasting no time. Upon hearing this, Regulus’ eyes widened and his mouth dropped before he nodded curtly.

The second that your fingertip traced the underside of his cock, he let out a breath, more so as your index finger traced his tip. You payed notice to the area that seemed sensitive and slid your hand over him. His breathing was heavy, albeit more steady than before, but still wild and carefree. You could sense that he was watching your every move, so you ask him what needed to be asked.

“And how do I use my mouth on you?”

Regulus looked up at you like the crack of a whip. “W-What?” He asked you softly, not an inch of protest in his tone, only confusion.

You look at him dumbly. “You said that I can make you feel good with my mouth. I thought you’d at least tell me how.” You teased him.

“Oh- Well, you just…” He trailed off, looking down intently at your lips. He titled his head, “…Suck.”

You raised your brows. “Suck?”

He nodded slightly, seeming to second guess himself. “You can suck, or- or lick.” He sighed as you grasped him in your hand fully now.

You hummed thoughtfully, looking down at his now weeping dick. With hardly a seconds warning you slip down onto your front, face only a breath away from his groin. Regulus’ breath hitched as you lay between his legs, plump lips millimetres away from where he needed you to be.

Hesitantly, with the caution of a meek mouse, the tip of your tongue trailed his dick from base to head. You weren’t even sure he could feel the slight touch of your tongue, and he gave no sounds to indicate that he could, just the tightening of his fists in the sheets beside him.

In a second, you took his pinkish head between your lips, suckling at the salty moisture gathered from his tiny slit. Your tongue drew circles around him inside your mouth, that was when he released a deep sigh, his voice softly calling out during it like a soft moan in the night. It took a lot for you to not grin around his cock at the satisfaction of making him feel good, but you managed to keep your composure and take your mouth off of him with a wet sound that made your cheeks red.

“That’s it.” Regulus encouraged you from above you, gathering your hair in his hands so that it wouldn’t be in your face. The thoughtful gesture had your heart soaring, and your mouth eager to please.

His dick was large, far larger than you expected, but you had to take all of him, even if it meant that he was in your throat. You didn’t care. Your mouth was back on his tip in a second, tongue placing pressure on the underside of it as you slid him further and further down your throat until your nose has reached the base of his cock, his soft curls tickling at you. He let out another sound, one louder than before and his hand came to rest on your head, thumb stroking over your hair soothingly.

You sucked him harshly as you drew back up to his head, causing him to let out an obscene, guttural sound from the back of his throat. His thighs twitched ever so slightly against the bed, causing a slight creak in the frame, but not loud at all.

You repeated your past action again, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and sucking him hard all the way up to the tip. His abdomen clenched and he whined as you continued, now faster than before.

“Oh. Here.” He heaved, taking your hand and gently getting you to hold his balls. At the contact, he clenched up all over again as you kept sucking him. You held him in your hand firmly, giving him small amounts of pressure on his balls as he guided you to touch them harder. His other hand encouraged your head to move faster as he moaned and whined, mouth hung open and brows pulled up into frown.

The sound of your wet mouth on his cock echoed in the bed which was thankfully under the Muffiliato charm, and created a chorus of desperate sounds from Regulus. He seized up slightly, encouraging you faster with loud gasps and a fatally beating heart.

“Dove! Oh Merlin, don’t stop. I’m so close.” He cried, shivering harshly at the feelings you were giving him. “Oh!”

With the final cry from him, warmth flooded your mouth as he finished into it. His whole body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull it seemed. You sucked up every last bit of his cum, swallowing it down as he came down from his high, still twitching hard.

You pulled off of his throbbing cock and looked up to him with a smile. It didn’t seem as though he was aware of it as his mouth hung open and his chin was at his chest, eyes screwed shut.

“Reggie?” You called him softly, sitting up so that you were at eye level with him.

“Mm?” He hummed in response, breathing still ragged and eyes still shut.

You tried not to laugh at him, bringing your hand up to his now messier hair as smoothing it off of his eyebrows. You planted a soft kiss where the hair had been, just above his brow bone and tilted your head to look at him. Upon feeling your kiss, he seemingly came back to life, turning his head to you, eyes ajar, begging for you to kiss him properly.

You granted him what he wanted, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Regulus sighed at the feeling of your lips and the taste of himself on them, deepening the kiss.

“Oh, you were so good, Dove.” He praised airily, between stealing deep kisses from your swollen lips. He couldn’t get enough of you.

His large palm slid gently down your body, running a delicate line over your side until he had a slight grip on your hip. His thumb massaged your hipbone and he continued kissing you sensually, slight flicks of his tongue against your bottom lip creating a burn in your body. Whatever Sirius had told him about intimacy had seemed to leave him with great ideas, and you couldn’t be more grateful that you were the one he was gaining experience from.

His deft fingers drew straight to your pussy from there, feeling you over the material border between you. You sighed into his mouth and his own engulfed you in that hot, searing kiss. His talented fingers pressed harder on you then, causing you to throb in a weak manner.

“Reggie, please…” You whispered, full of need, only wishing for him to bestow upon you the same treatment you had given to him just moments before. He made a heavenly noise as he heard your plea, taking it as a sign to finally tug at the waistband of your sleep shorts and aid you in slipping them off, leaving you in your tank top and a pair of little blue panties.

Regulus wet his lips at the sight of you, your exposed legs and your hardened nipples through your thin tank top. He wasted no time in slipping his hand beneath the fabric of your underwear, middle finger going straight to your pussy, wetting his finger in the mess you’d created, smearing it around your most sensitive parts. You breathed out shakily as he rubbed you so nicely, just like he had. This time, he used his free hand to slip your tank top down around your breast so that he could place dangerously long kisses over your chest and nipples.

You whined his name out, only encouraging his hand to move faster and faster and you writhed under his touch. His hot breath fanned over your chest as his tongue played with your sensitive tits, pushed to them as your hand gently grabbed a fistful of his curls to keep him flush against your breasts. In the midst of suckling at your skin, he asked you, “Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

It was as though he had just asked you to marry him judging by how fast you told him ‘yes’. His gorgeous grey eyes peered up at you through his now wild hair as he placed teasingly slow kisses and licks down your torso, once he had moved your tank top up to your ribs, right until he reached the top of your underwear, where he began to slide the garment down your tense thighs and down over your calves until they were discarded like the rest of his own clothes. His mouth never stopped its lustful attack, especially not when it had reached the place where you wanted it the most.

It began with a soft lick over your pussy, almost experimental in its tenderness. Then, it became harder, his tongue pleasing you better and better as he gained confidence in what he was doing. Your reggie was always a fast learner.

He suckled, similarly to how he did on your pebbled nipples, only this time, it was igniting direct sparks inside of you as his tongue toyed with your flesh as his lips wrapped around it eagerly. You carded your hands through his hair keeping him face to face with your cunt as he lapped at it messily, his beautiful face half covered in your slick and his own saliva.

Nothing had ever felt this good, you thought.

He teased and licked and sucked until that coil inside of you was growing so tight that you couldn’t help but start to shake, trembling against his face. He buried himself further into your open legs, his assault on your pussy becoming all the more viscous as he drank in your moans and pants. You swore that you could hear his own whines from between your thighs, but you were so distracted by the enchanting feeling of his tongue.

Then, he began to suck again, his tongue flickering against you like the soft pattering of rain, and that was when the coil inside of you started to snap. That same white hot feeling you had been so desperate to chase after those past nights had finally begun to wash over you. Your core clenched and your thighs shook around his head, engulfing him in your body. You couldn’t even hear yourself whining, your mind had gone blank, as though you were in a trance. Your head fell back into his pillows as you rode out your high against his mouth.

You felt a cool absence as he drew his face away from you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his naked body as he lay over your front. With him now nearby, you took ahold of his cheek, bringing his wet lips to your own. He sighed into your touch, preening for your affection, even as his lips were on yours.

You could get used to this, you thought, and not just the pleasure. You had everything you’d even needed right there in your arms.

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The Chemistry of Chaos

Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Summary: Amidst teasing and undeniable chemistry, a party celebration leads to unexpected encounters that blur the lines between annoyance and attraction

Note: engllish is not my first language so probably it has some mistakes!

Words: 1,5K

The library was more crowded than usual, with the exams being next week, and it seemed like students had only just now started to take their studying seriously. By students, of course, you meant you. You’d always managed top grades in every subject—except Potions. It was the bane of your academic existence. Thankfully, Remus, and Lily Evans, your ever-supportive best friends, were currently helping you with that very subject.

“I just don’t understand why I need to know how to make it! It´s not like I need it to know who I fancy!” you groaned in frustration, having recited the steps to make Amortentia about a dozen times but always forgetting one.

Remus and Lily chuckled softly.

“C´mon, you are almost there” Lily encouraged you. So once again, you started to say the steps. But before you could finish, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier and Regulus Black entered the library.

You immediately recognised Barty´s voice and rolled your eyes. “Just a second” you excused yourself from your friends before standing up from the table with a book in hand and going to the slytherins.

“Junior” you called out shortly.

Barty turned around, a cocky smirk already spreading across his face. “Treasure” he greeted smoothly. “Missed me already?”

“You wish” you scoffed and hand him the book “next time don’t be too stuck up in your ass and actually pay attention to where you leave your things”

The boy just kept smirking as he grabbed his herbology book that he had given up for lost.

“Why would I do that when I have such a pretty girl that can return it to me?”

“If you call me pretty girl again i´ll hex you”

As you turned to walk back, you heard his voice, teasing and smug as ever. “Looking forward to it!” Though you didn’t turn around, you could practically feel the grin plastered on his face, and it took every ounce of restraint not to give him that hex he so richly deserved.

As soon as you sat down, you caught the amused looks on both Remus and Lily´s faces. “What?” you asked them confused and with furrowed eyebrows.

Remus raised an eyebrow, his expression half-amused, half-intrigued. “So…Junior huh?”

Lily smiled, leaning in slightly. “You practically ran over there to give him his book, Treasure”

You shoot her a glance at the nickname. "I did not ‘run.�� He just left it behind and—"

"And you, being the kind, considerate person you are, couldn’t wait to get it back to him, right?" Remus finished, exchanging a glance with Lily. “You’ve been talking to him a lot lately, haven’t you?"

"Not by choice," you insisted, crossing your arms. "He’s always around, and it’s not like I can just ignore him when he’s that loud."

Lily tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. "And what was that? ‘Pretty girl’? Seems like he’s got a little nickname for you."

You shrugged,. "He calls everyone names. It’s not a big deal”

"Uh-huh," Remus said, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Lily giggled, nudging your arm. "Admit it, you think he’s cute”

Was Barty Crouch Jr. an idiot? Absolutely.

Was he the cockiest person you had ever met? Without question.

Was he the most insufferable student in Hogwarts? Definitely.

Was he also the hottest student in Hogwarts? Yes, but you would never say that out aloud.

"I do not," you huffed. You focused on the Potions notes in front of you, determined to shift the conversation away from Barty and his stupid, handsome face. "Besides, I’ve got better things to worry about."

Remus raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. "Alright, alright. We’ll let it go. For now."

But you knew they weren’t convinced. They could see through you, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You were stubborn, yes, but not blind.

Two nights later, exams were finally over, and the Ravenclaws had organized a party in their common room. The air was buzzing with excitement as students from all houses snuck in, celebrating the relief of another term well done. You made your way inside with Lily and Mary and went directly to greet your other friends.

"Looking good," Remus greeted you, handing over a Butterbeer with an approving look. He raised an eyebrow. "Too good, actually. You didn’t dress up for someone, did you?" he teased.

“Oh god” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you took a sip

But Lily quickly jumped in, recounting the story of your recent run-in with Barty, complete with dramatic embellishments.

“Barty Crouch Junior? Of all people?” James asked you with raised eyebrows

“Remus and Lily are dramatic, nothing is going to happen” you shrugged, trying to brush it off.

“Well, you may want to tell him that, sweetheart” Sirius told you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and gently steering you to face the other side of the room.

Barty was leaning against the wall, talking to his friends, but his eyes were locked on you. When you caught his gaze, he gave a slow wink, his lips curving into that annoyingly smug smirk. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your friends.

“Alright, can we drop this now?” you said, taking another swig of your Butterbeer. “Let’s all just enjoy a perfectly nice and irresponsibly drunk party, yeah?”

Your friends laughed, dropping the topic for now, and soon you found yourself in the middle of the dance floor, laughing and spinning with Lily and Mary. After a while, your drink ran out, so you left your friends to grab a refill.

But to your luck, Barty was also getting another drink over the table

“Didn’t know you could clean up this well, Treasure” he drawled, his eyes roaming over you “You sure seem nice when you are not being a smartass” he said looking at you with a devilish grin.

“I wish I could say the same to you, but you look as hideous as always” you said walking pass him and over the table to grab another beer.

You felt his presence behind you and you froze for a second, his body really close to you

“We both know you don’t mean that” he whisper over your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You froze for a second as his presence surrounded you, the warmth of him far too close for comfort. Turning to face him, you found him leaning into your space, his smirk deepening as he watched you, utterly unbothered by the fire in your gaze. You were trying to hold your ground, but your gaze flickered to his lips for the briefest second, which he noticed. His grin widened a glint of triumph in his eyes.

“See?” he murmured his voice barely above a whisper. “You find me irresistible”

You gave a short, exasperated laugh. “Junior,” you said, taking a breath, “the only thing I find irresistible is the urge to slap that grin off your face.”

“Oh really?” he said and without warning wrapped his arms around your waist. You gasped and quickly rested your hands on his chest, trying to separate your bodies at least a bit “Because it doesn’t seem like it, in fact you look like if you-“

You didn’t let him finish. Closing the distance, you pressed your lips to his, determined to silence him for once. You could feel his smirk even as he returned the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands slid to his shoulders and then tangled into his hair, deepening the kiss as he nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp. He took advantage, his tongue teasing against yours, and despite yourself, you found yourself getting lost in the heat of it.

You don’t know how long you have been kissing until you both needed some oxygen and pulled away. His smug expression was maddeningly back in place

“Just wanted to shut up, so don’t let it go to your head” you said as you gave him a playfully pat on his cheek and walk away over to your friends, who had watched what happened.

“What was that about ‘nothing happening’?” Sirius teased, unable to contain a snicker.

You rolled your eyes and grab his beer, having completely forgotten to grab your own thanks to the distraction.

You rolled your eyes. “He wouldn’t shut up,” you mumbled, taking a long sip to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks.

Your friends exchanged knowing glances but decided to save their teasing—for now. But you had a feeling you’d be answering a lot of questions come morning. Still, as you turned one last time and caught Barty’s gaze from across the room, you saw him wink at you again, but this time, you didn’t roll your eyes. Instead, you felt the slightest blush bloom on your cheeks, along with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

Damn you, Junior.

#barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #the slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr x you #slytherin skittles #marauders era #bartemius crouch jr

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l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft · 6 months ago

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Rosekiller Fake Dating AU Anyone?

Barty was already in a pissy mood from the asshole at his tattoo shop, so he certainly didn’t appreciate the dramatically southward turn his meet-up with Regulus took almost as soon as he sat down.

“Plans have changed,” Regulus said as soon as he sat down at their table at the cafe. Very blunt. No nonsense. Barty usually appreciated his friend’s penchant for getting straight to the point, but this time it made him frown and slouch lower in his seat.

“How?” He asked even though he didn't really need to. Regulus was going to tell him whether he asked or not.

“Mother was suspicious about my bringing another man as my plus-one.” Regulus said. Figures. His mum was a grade-a bitch.

Barty let his head hang off the back of his chair stuck his thumb up in front of him, “Cool so I’m off the hook. Love that for me. Good luck with whichever dame you bribed into hanging off your arm all ni-”

“I wasn’t finished.” Regulus interrupted because of course he did. “Mother was suspicious, but I’m afraid cancelling the reservation and bringing a girl instead was not quite enough to convince her.”

Barty blinked at him and shrugged, “Okay? And…there is a reason we give a singular flying fuck about this?”

Regulus pinched his eyes shut as he often did, though Barty hadn’t the foggiest notion why. “Yes, you twat. I’m not exactly about flaunting to an entire room of my mother and father’s most influential friends that I’m anything other than the perfect heir they expect I am. I need my family’s money if I want to make it through law school.”

“Boooooo.”

Regulus did not appreciate this feedback. He frowned all the way through quickly asking for a coffee from the kind woman who had appeared to take their order and rolled his eyes when Barty put in his own request with a wink in her direction as she walked away.

“So what’re you gonna do about it, boss?” Barty asked as he sat up and reached to fiddle with one of the loops in his ear.

Regulus' back straightened, “I’ll be attending with a woman named Pandora Rosier. Her family oversees a popular real estate firm and are relatively well-to-do. I won’t arouse any suspicion being seen with her.”

Barty nodded. Rosier. Rosier, where had he heard that name before…

“In order to prove there are no particular feelings between the two of us as my maman suspected,” Regulus went on, “you will be attending with her brother, Evan Rosier."

Still trying to puzzle out that last name as he was, it took Barty a moment or two to process what Regulus had said. Wait he was supposed to-

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What like a date?"

Regulus seemed frustratingly nonplussed by this. He shrugged, "I suppose, yes."

Oh hell no.

“No.” Barty had never refused anything faster in his life. Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not, no way.

“Barty I really don’t have time to argue the details with you on this-”

“No,” Barty scowled across the table at Regulus, “Hell no. I said I would go as your plus one, not be a part of your whole ass entourage and pretend to be on a date with some dude I don’t even know.”

“You wouldn’t be my-” Regulus stopped and let out a harsh breath, “You have to go.”

“No I don’t. It’s fuckin stupid.”

“It’s not stupid and yes, you do.”

“Fuck me left, right, and up n’ down an alley and I still wouldn’t go.” Barty snapped, crossing his arms even, and turning his back to his friend.

Regulus muttered what were probably some obscene words under his breath before speaking, “You haven’t even seen him yet.”

Barty’s eyes practically rolled back into his head but he turned back around, “I don’t need to see the bloke to know this is bull-”

He stopped. Decisively. Immediately. His jaw went embarrassingly slack as his gaze fell to Regulus’s phone screen in front of him.

Well fuck me left, right, and up n down that alley…

Barty tried to salvage the shreds of his dignity with a nonchalant shrug, “He’s alright.” He was beautiful. Weirdly familiar looking. But fucking beautiful.

“Well?” Regulus raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Fuck me. “Fine.” He grumbled, “I’ll fucking go.

He could practically feel Regulus smirking. “Perfect.”

#barty crouch jr #regulus black #evan rosier #rosekiller #evan x barty #barty x evan #the marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders era

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until-the-house-shakes · 5 months ago

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Slip ups

Wolfstar raising Regulus/ Werewolf! Regulus

Microfic

Regulus didn’t mean for this title to become a regular thing. It genuinely started as an accidental slip up, and he was far too embarrassed to correct anyone. Plus, the idea of having others believe that Remus and Sirius were his dads instead of his actual birth parents, didn’t seem that awful to him.

As long as Remus and Sirius never found out. Because if they did, they would be over the top obnoxious about it.

The first slip up happened the first night at Hogwarts. Him and his new roommates were sharing small details about their lives. Barty went on about how awful his father was, and how he planned on being a much better Ravenclaw than he ever was. Evan talked about his twin sister and how he was happy they were put in the same house so he can keep an eye on her. Regulus then started to talk about Sirius and Remus, and didn’t even realize the titles he gave them until Barty spoke up.

“Wow, your dads are young. How were they even allowed to adopt you?” It was an innocent enough question, but still made Regulus beyond flustered. “Oh uh… well.. they.. it’s complicated but they’re basically my dads so… enough questions.”

The conversation then took a turn to special interests and Regulus honestly couldn’t remember what else happened that night, but ‘dads’ stuck to him like a parasite.

The second slip up was less mortifying, but maybe because it was also much more private than the first. It happened in the hospital wing after an accidental potion mishap. Barty was certain he knew how much fluxweed he needed to add to the polyjuice potion, but in the end, added way too much and the cauldron exploded. Thankfully nothing terrible happened, just a few burns on Regulus’ arm that Madam Pompfrey could easily heal.

“I will have to call your guardians about this. But I’m sure Mr. Lupin already knows.” Madam Pompfrey stated as he wrapped up the last of Regulus’ burns. “Great. More reasons for dad to flip out about my safety. You know he won’t even let me try out for quidditch? How unfair is that!” Regulus was so absorbed in his own pity party he didn’t even catch the title he called Remus.

Quidditch has been an ongoing fight between the three Lupin boys since the second day of school. Sirius and Regulus believe it would be a wonderful thing for Regulus to try out for, seeing as he’s been flying on a broom since last year (and really needed the friends), but Remus is far too concerned about the young werewolf’s safety. Regulus likes that Remus cares about him, makes him feel a type of love that his birth parents never gave him, but he was starting to cross a line of over protective that was annoying Regulus. He just wanted to play quidditch. Where is the harm in that?

“I see where your dad is coming from, love. He was in the hospital wing for your other father and Mr. Potter every other day due to a quidditch injury. It’s a dangerous sport.” Madam Pompfrey laughed, sending out a patronus for the DADA professor.

Regulus didn’t realize what they were calling Remus and Sirius until Promfrey said ‘other father’. Once it was clear, Regulus was bright red and quickly stuttering out “Don’t tell him I called him dad. Please. He’ll be a right prat about it.” The young kid groaned, feeling very embarrassed about their previous conversation.

The medi-witch only giggled and promised to keep their conversation a secret for the time being.

Months flew past and soon enough it was winter break, and Regulus only had very few ‘slip ups’ since the day in the medical wing. It wasn’t like Regulus was embarrassed to see Remus and Sirius as his dads, he just knew those two would be over dramatic about it, especially his brother, and he was never in the mood to deal with such theatrics.

Sadly, he definitely had to deal with ‘such theatrics’ soon.

It was the morning after a full, and Regulus woke up in the backyard of Sirius’ house surrounded by his brother’s closest friends. Remus was back to his normal self, but Sirius, James, and Peter were still in their animagus forms. It was pretty entertaining to see Wormy sleeping in the antlers of Prongs, while Padfoot was laid on top of Remus as a blanket.

Regulus tried to get up from the hard ground, but his plans were quickly foiled the second he placed any pressure on his left foot.

“Fuck!” The pained cry woke up all the adults around him, but Regulus didn’t care much about their comfort when his leg felt as if it just snapped in half. Why did it hurt so badly? He never was in this much pain after a full moon. What the fuck happened last night?

“Cub, it’s okay. You’re okay. What happened?” Remus instantly was at Regulus’ side. Carrying the small boy inside to safety. Even though the young werewolf didn’t remember, Remus was all too aware that last night was an awful moon. His cub kept fighting with Padfoot, and then became hyper aware of some scratch on his leg. Despite all the adults trying their hardest to keep the cub from tearing his leg apart, there were still a ton of scratches and a few large bite marks left on his poor cub.

“My leg hurts! I tried.. I tried putting pressure on it.. and I fell. It hurts so bad dad. I can’t.. I can’t” Regulus cried out, burying his head into the safety of Remus’ neck. By this point, all the marauders were shifted back into their human forms, and bustling around the kitchen to help however they can. Peter was making breakfast, James was getting clothes for the two werewolves, and Sirius was getting potions to help fix up their kid.

But everything stopped the second Regulus said ‘Dad’.

They all knew he accidentally called Remus dad every now and again, but he never once called him that in person. Never to his face.

Sirius was trying his hardest to not cry from joy.

“I know it hurts cub. We’re going to fix it okay? I promise we’ll fix it and it won’t hurt anymore.” Remus kissed the top of Regulus’ head before graciously taking his robe from James to cover up. He then helped Regulus into his own robe and started fixing his cub up with the help of Sirius.

It has been hours since Regulus called Remus ‘dad’, and none of them have talked since then. Not even James can get Regulus to come out of his room for a few words, and James was by far the kid’s favorite.

“He’s probably embarrassed! It’s like calling your teacher mom. You know all about that Pads.” Peter said, trying his hardest to defuse the tension in the room. He was right. Sirius used to accidentally call Minnie ‘mom’ all the time back in school, but that still felt so much different to Regulus calling Remus ‘dad’.

Remus being called dad wasn’t even an issue! All the boys thought it was an adorable and honoring title, but Regulus seemed far too embarrass to see it like that.

“He’s a kid. Let him be embarrassed by it. I remember being that age, if I did anything embarrassing I instantly had my walls up and ready to hide for days. I’ll give him some time and when he’s ready to talk, we can talk.” Remus shrugged, meaning every word he said. He got embarrassed easily his first few years of Hogwarts, and still does even to this day. While he fully believe Regulus had nothing to be embarrassed about, he understood why his cub wanted to hide away, and wouldn’t judge him for it. He would give him time.

Apparently all Regulus needed was a full day by himself, because by nighttime, Sirius and Remus heard the all too familiar patter of their cub’s footsteps heading to their room.

“Reg? Is everything alright?” Sirius asked once he was sure Regulus was fully in the room with them.

“… I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?” Came the small, broken voice of their kid. Sure, they didn’t birth him, but Regulus was their kid and nothing could change that. Hell he even shared the last name Lupin! He was theirs damnit.

“Of course you can cub.” Remus smiled, patting at the open space between him and Sirius- Regulus’ favorite spot to sleep.

A few minutes of quiet passed while Regulus got settled into bed between the two men. If Sirius didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was asleep, but before that thought could go anywhere he heard a very quiet, “night dads. Love you.”

“Night kiddo. Love you too.” Sirius smiled, allowing his eyes to close for some peaceful sleep.

“Night Cub. Love you the most.”

#dead gay wizards #wolfstar raising regulus #regulus black is a werewolf #werewolf regulus #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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saturnsconstellation · 1 year ago

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@rosekillermicrofic | day 25 | prompt: attack | word count: 815 |

“What. The. Fuck.” Regulus stepped into the dorm, and Evan knew at that moment there was no way to escape.

“It’s really not that deep…“ Barty laughed nervously from behind him, the little baby in his hands squirmed in protest of Barty’s protective hold. “We can explain-“

“Barty!” Regulus yelled, “There is a child in your arms!”

“It just happened!” Barty attempted to explain; it was a shit explanation, Evan thought, but he wasn’t technically wrong. It had just happened.

Regulus closed the door behind him; he began to move closer to the pair as he dropped his bag to the floor, “How in Salazars name does something of this nature… ‘just happen?’” He questioned, his hand stretched out to touch the baby. Evan unconsciously took a protective step frontward, just as Barty held her out of Regulus’s reach.

Evan cleared his throat, “We… heard about a ritual that would — allegedly — be able to produce offsprings for wizards and witches who are infertile.” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears at his declaration; He frowned, not being sure what to say, “I suppose we wanted to just… try it out.”

“Try it out?!” Regulus threw his hands up in disbelief. He looked up at the ceiling, running one hand through his black curls, “You two heard of a ritual that could create children- and you… what? Wanted to see if it worked?”

Barty huffed, “We didn’t know it would work! What? Do you think we wanted to be stuck with a child at 16!?” Evan could tell the baby disliked his words by the tone of her whine; apparently, Barty could too. He held her closer, and pecked her forehead softly as he mumbled half-hearted apologies.

Regulus sighed, he rubbed his eyes as his other hand rested on his hip. “Is she healthy?” He asked, taking another step closer; Evan allowed him to move past him.

Barty nodded, he hesitantly moved her away. Regulus watched as he did so, his eyes rolled in annoyance, “Could you please let me look at her? It’s not like I’ll attack her.”

“Can’t you see with your eyes?” Barty grumbled, he maintained eye contact with the other boy. Regulus was about a whole feet smaller, but his ability to intimidate remained strong.

Evan sighed, “Barty.” He said, his tone demanding.

Barty obliged, clearly still hesitant; Regulus inspected the small child thoroughly, occasionally grabbing her hands or feet — sometimes opening her mouth and using lumos to peek inside. She began to become restless, as Regulus did his check up, she squirmed and cried in agony.

“Alright, alright that’s enough, she isn’t liking it!” Barty intervened. Evan chuckled as he turned and shushed her — he mumbled something about Regulus being a stupid prick and she laughed.

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. Evan came to stand beside him, “How long have you had her?” Regulus asked.

“She showed up this morning. She literally just- appeared, Regulus. It was scary, one moment we were sleeping and the other she was crying and-�� Evan sighed, his shoulders slumped, “it was a bloody nightmare.”

Regulus laughed at him as he shook his head. “Sounds a lot like a teen pregnancy,” he snorted, “or… a teen pregnancy… ritual? How does that even work?”

“It wasn’t easy,” Evan started, “It was kind of like a blood ritual, but we needed baby things and we had to say affirmations and remember nice childhood memories? It was really strange. We honestly didn’t believe it would work.”

“Why?”

“The ritual is famous for being too difficult for the average wizard, and we’re still in school. I don’t know, it seemed like a fun idea.”

“Of course it did,” Regulus mocked, “Tell me, what are your plans now that you have a child? Does she even have a name?”

Evan thought it over, his hand running through his locks, “I have no idea,” he confessed, “as for the name… we haven’t thought about it yet. I’m sure Barty would want something generic and mild like Sarah or something.”

Barty suddenly turned, looking between the two boys and back to the little baby in his arms. “I reckon Rosie’s hungry.”

Regulus let out a bark of laughter, but Evan’s face fell in disbelief, “Rosie?” He inquired, “That’s the name you chose?”

Barty’s cheeks went red, “Yeah? Rosie? Rosie Rosier? It’s cute.”

“Rosier?”

“I’m not letting her take Crouch! That would be a hate crime.”

Rosie let out a loud laugh, she wiggled in Barty’s arms excitedly — her big green eyes were wide and her nose wrinkled. Barty gave her a crooked smile, kissing her hair at the top of her head.

“So we’re keeping her, right?” He questioned, rocking Rosie back and forth.

Evan glances back at Regulus, who continued to watch the whole scene with a shit eating grin.

Evan sighed once again, “Yes. We’re keeping Rosie.”

#not proof read #this is just something silly LOL #the marauders #dead gay wizards #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #this was kinda funny to write #it’s also the type of shit they’d do

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m00nkissedlover · 7 months ago

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・｡Love in Full Bloom 💐

You've ordered: mixed berry ice cream! enjoy!

"The highlight of my life and my reason to keep going is you~" (inspired by the song "In Bloom" by Zerobaseone (ZB1))

Regulus Black x reader | word count: 2,073 words

Summary: it's you and regulus's one year anniversary 💐 (feat. a few other marauders era characters)

Warnings: kinda rushed towards the end, other than that, none <3

Note: reader is gender neutral (like always unless i specify). i used they/ them pronouns, but feel free to change them to your preferred pronouns while reading :D

Regulus Arcturus Black.

It still baffled you to this day just how you managed to snag him. You'd been merely minding your own business, when you got paired up with him for an assignment. Your gut churned as you remembered the things people had said about him. That he doesn't take kindly to new people, that he's rude and stuck up, that he cared for no one but himself.

But you quickly came to realize the the poor boy was just...misunderstood. While working with him, you slowly started to realize that you two had more in common than you thought. Though he wasn't very good at expressing himself out loud, you still did your best to understand him.

The day he'd confessed to you was probably the best day of your life. He did it in a corner of the courtyard, bashfully stumbling over his words until you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. Saying he was over the moon was an understatement. His friends and brother were too, specifically Sirius and Barty who were hiding just around the corner, their heads hanging in shame when you confronted them. but in truth, Regulus owed them big time for the help.

Present Day

You couldn't sleep last night. You were too excited about what was to come the next day: you and Regulus's one year anniversary as a couple. To think it had already been a year since that cute little confession. You two shared many sweet (and some not-so-sweet) moments together, your bond growing stronger each day.

"Someone seems excited!" Lily quipped as she sat on your bed, watching you get ready for the day.

"Of course they are. It's a very special day for them and Mr. Black." Dorcas teased, Marlene making silly kissing noises in the background.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow and playfully chucking it Marlene's way, the blonde letting out a soft "oof!", the pillow still hitting her face as she caught it halfway.

"Come on! Tell us, what's Reggie got planned?" she asked, tossing the pillow back to you, which you skillfully caught.

"That's the thing. I don't know. He hasn't told me anything." you answered, tossing the pillow up in the air and catching it.

"Ooh, ooh! I bet he's gonna do something super romantic." Dorcas exaggerated, a lovestruck sigh leaving her lips.

"Sorry, but I don't particularly think "romance" and "Regulus Black" sit at the same table." Lily said, making you stifle a laugh.

"Hey, well at least he's trying." you said, some sympathy in your voice as you grabbed your bag. "Everyone ready?"

The other girls nodded, the four of you taking your leave to class for the morning.

Meanwhile...

This was bad. Really bad. It was no secret to the boys that Regulus had been racking his brain for days, trying to figure out what to do for your one year anniversary. It was evident that he wasn't really much of a romantic, but he tried for you.

Unfortunately, the others weren't much help, either being as empty headed as he or giving him rather basic suggestions.

"Candle lit dinner?" Sirius suggested. "With flowers and music?" Remus added.

"We did that on our first date. It'll look tacky if we do it again." his brother moaned.

"Just buy some snacks and cuddle in your dorm or something." Barty said, spinning a pencil between his fingers.

"Barty, this is a very special day. We can't do something so simple. Plus, we already do that all the time." Regulus confirmed.

"How about you make something for them?" Evan chimed in.

"That could possibly work, but then what?" Regulus buried his face in his hands, a groan of frustration leaving him.

Just as he was about to give up, James pipped up, tapping his finger on the table. "I've got something. But it'll take some effort from all of us."

Regulus slowly lifted his head, looking in James's direction. "I'm listening..."

James snatched the pencil Barty was twirling and grabbed a sheet of paper, starting to scribble things down and sketch somethings out. The boys huddled around him, Regulus's mouth falling agape in surprise.

"James....you're a genius." Regulus said, gently squeezing the Gryffindor's shoulder.

"You can say it again, I don't mind." James mumbled, pushing his glasses up in a moment of pride.

"Don't get cocky." The dark haired Slytherin sighed, bringing his hands together. "Alright, we've got seven hours to put this all together. This is a very special day for us, so I will not tolerate any mess ups."

"Aww, look! My little brother's all grown up!" Sirius said, wiping away imaginary tears and earning himself an annoyed glare from the other black brother.

It was now lunchtime and the girls (+ Barty and Evan) wouldn't stop pestering you. The reason, unbeknownst to you, being that regulus asked the two boys to keep you occupied. From that request, they contacted the girls and got them in on the little scheme.

"Sooo, what did you prepare for our awkward little lover boy?" Barty snickered, poking you in the side and earning himself an annoyed glare.

"It's nothing special, really." you muttered, your cheeks turning as red as the strawberries on your plate as you thought about your gift for regulus.

"That's code for: "I actually spent 3 days staying up till 5 am trying to construct the perfect gift for my lover, but i'm insecure about it." " Pandora "whispered" to the boys.

"Pandora!" you yelled in embarrassment, scoffing as she hid behind her brother before you could cover her face in carbonara pasta.

"Ooh, spill, spill!!" Dorcas gushed, clinging to your arm.

You let out a sigh of defeat, rummaging through your bag. "If any of you tell him about this, I'm turning all of you into red newts." you threatened.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" barty said in a tone of mock fear.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out a small box. "I know how much Reggie loves his jewelry, especially rings." you began, opening the box.

Everyone immediately crowded around, sticking their heads in your space. You had to clear your throat and give them a little nudge before they backed off.

You reached inside and pulled out a chunky ring. you couldn't even get a word out before Dorcas yelled.

"YOU'RE PROPOSING TO REGGIE?" That earned her a smack in the back of the head from marlene.

"Thank you, Marlene." you giggled, shaking your head. "Obviously not! Can you all be patient?"

As everyone settled down, you brought the ring closer. It had a wide, silver band and a chunky, dark emerald green jewel. There was a clasp on it too, like a locket. You pulled the tiny clasp and opened up the ring.

"What are you gonna put inside?" Evan asked.

"Maybe I'll write him a letter or something..." you said, resting your chin on your palm as you looked at the ring. "I just hope he likes it..."

"Oh, trust me, he'll love it! And you'll love what he's planning for yo-! Ow!" Barty yelped as Evan stepped on his foot, giving him a slight glare.

"Anyways, he'll definitely like it. Don't sweat it, bub." Evan mutters, getting up to leave with Barty before any beans were spilled.

Fast forward, and it's almost midnight. And you haven't seen or heard from Regulus. All. Damn. Day. When you asked the others about him, they'd have to lie right to your face, telling you they hadn't seen him, or that he's "busy." Busy with what? They wouldn't say.

You were now sat on your bed, finishing up your gift for regulus. You twirled the ring between your fingers, a slight frown on your lips. Just where the hell was he? Was he avoiding you? Maybe...he didn't want to celebrate your anniversary anymore. You decided to sleep it off, placing the ring in its box and finding comfort under the fluffy duvet.

You hadn't even been asleep for an hour, when you were awoken by the sound of tapping at your window. When you went to go see what it was, you saw a messenger owl with a little slip of paper tied to its leg. You quickly untied it and unraveled a small slip, scanning its contents.

"Meet me in the courtyard." ~R

You knew exactly who wrote this. You were quick to pull on your uniform's jacket, grabbed the ring box and slipping it into your pocket as you left. You soon arrived at your desired location, looking around. You frowned as you saw no one there, clutching the slip of paper.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" you called out, just to be met with silence. "Reggie?" Nothing.

Just as you were about to leave, you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. or rather...someone.

"LET IT RIP, BOYS!" You were not expecting to hear Barty yelling....and you definitely weren't expecting to get rained on!

As you ran for cover from a slight shower of rain, something covered you, the rain stopping momentarily. You glanced up to see none other than Regulus himself.

"Reggie-" you mumbled, your heart skipping a beat. The dark haired Slytherin gave you a soft smile before looking out at the courtyard. "Now!" he yelled, eliciting a confused mumble from you.

Just then, your favorite flowers began to bloom on the grass around the two of you, coming around to make a heart. Your hand covered your mouth in shock as pretty wisps of color swirled around the two of you.

You were speechless as you looked at Regulus, feeling his free hand cup your cheek. "You did all this...for me?" you asked, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"Of course. I know I'm not very good with doing romantic stuff, but...I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. I love you more than anything, I swear it. you make me feel things I've never felt before and...you're very special to me."

You felt tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands fumbling to pull out the ring. "Reg, this is....this is beyond beautiful. I-I can't thank you enough. Uh, I hope...." you sniffled a bit, fanning your tear stained face. "I hope you'll like my gift."

You opened up the box, revealing the emerald ring. Regulus's eyes widened, his heart swelling with love in his chest. "Y/n, it's beautiful-" Before he could finish, you opened up the ring.

He held it and peered inside, his heart melting. inside was two tiny drawings you'd made: one of him and one of you. They were rather cute, making the Slytherin feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"What would I do without you? I'll cherish this ring for as long as I live." he smiled, starting to tear up himself. Regulus leaned over and whispered to you.

"I hope I'll get to return the favor one day." You eyes widened as he said that, your breath catching in your throat.

"Wait, you mean-?"

"Yes...I mean it. In the future, I want to be with you. I want to marry you, Y/n L/n."

And with that, Regulus pressed a soft kiss to your lips, letting the umbrella fall. You gladly kissed him back, smiling like an idiot into it. Right on cue, the rain drops around you became rose petals, their sweet scent filling your senses.

The sound of clapping and cheering pulled you two out of your little moment. You pulled away to see the whole gang standing there, stupid grins on their faces.

"How did you-! Wait...so all of you were in on this?" you asked, a slight gasp leaving you.

"Exactly. This was actually all James's idea." Sirius said, shaking the Gryffindor by his shoulders.

"Happy anniversary, you two!" James said, his cheeks coloring a bit.

You couldn't contain your gratitude, rushing over and hugging him pretty tight. "Y/n, can't...breathe..."

"Sorry, sorry!" you giggled, pulling away and rushing to hug everyone else. "I love you guys, truly! Thank you for making our night so special."

"Of course! Now get outta here, lovebirds!" Dorcas teased, winking at you.

You intertwined your fingers with Regulus's, making your way back to his dorm. The rest of the night was filled with cuddles, stolen kisses, and words of love and affection.

You felt truly blessed to have met Regulus. You'd truly found your soulmate. 💐

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