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[vampirestookmydoubts]

Well I know he’s canceled and problematic but before I used to love watching the Cosby show. And that scene when little four year old Olivia is explaining where babies come from is hilarious and I would love to see it in a Bridgerton setting. Like when Eloise asks how children are made daughter!reader is there too and like is basically Olivia and informs them the same way she did and everyone’s just like...🤭😮. Please make it more Benedict centric. If you’re uncomfortable doing this request because of the whole Cosby thing I completely understand.

The stork seed

A/N: Thank you for the request! Tbh I never watched The Cosby Show, but I know of the controvery. I still wanted to do your request as I loved the idea of a 4-year-old explaining the world to Eloise lol. I watched the scene and read the transcription and I hope I was able to write it the way you wanted me to! I think I left it kind of open if y/n is the daughter of Violet or one of the siblings. Hope you like it!

Characters: bridgerton!reader, bridgerton!daughter, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton

Warnings: none

The living room of the Bridgerton estate was filled with the usual lively chatter and activity.

Benedict sat in his favorite armchair, sketching away, while you, the youngest one in the house at four years old, sat on the floor playing with one of the dolls Colin bought you on his latest travels.

Meanwhile, Eloise, the ever-curious Bridgerton, lounged on the sofa half-mindedly reading a book, her mind buzzing with questions.

Suddenly, Eloise looked up, her brow furrowed in thought.

"Benedict, can I ask you something?"

Benedict glanced up from his sketchbook, intrigued by Eloise's sudden serious tone. "Of course, sister. What's on your mind?"

"How does a woman come with child?" Eloise asked, her tone serious but tinged with nervous curiosity. The lively bustle of the remaining family in the room came to a sudden halt, their attention suddenly on her. “Eloise!”, Daphne exclaimed shocked, but her own curiosity was written in her face. Benedict's eyebrows shot up in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected question. Before he could formulate a response, you, always eager to contribute you own unique perspective on life, chimed in from the floor.

"Everybody knows the stork brings them!" You declared proudly, eyes shining with conviction.

Benedict obviously struggled to contain his amusement, exchanging amused glances with Colin.

"Is that so, love?" he asked, barely managing to keep a straight face. "Yes, Mama told me!" you nodded vigorously, your expression earnest. “So, the stork puts the baby in the belly of the mother?”

Outraged by Colins question you shook your head. “No! The stork takes the baby from heaven and puts it in the bassinet.”

Eloise frowned at your response, still trying to make sense of it all. "But why do women get a big belly when it's the stork that brings the baby?"

You paused, considering the question for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Mommy told me that mommies have a special seed in the belly!"

Eloise's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected explanation. "A special... seed?"

"Yeah!" You nodded enthusiastically. "Like the ones mommy plants in her garden! But only daddies have the baby seed."

Benedict and Colin struggled visually to contain their laughter at the innocence of your explanation and the discussion that unfolded in front of them.

"But then why could I feel something move in mommy's belly when she was pregnant with you, Y/N?" Eloise asked further, turning to you with a curious expression. "If it's the stork that brings the baby."

You paused for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh, that's just gas from eating the seeds!"

Benedict couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, erupting into a fit of giggles, that infected the rest of the present family. Even Eloise couldn't help but chuckle at your matter-of-fact explanation.

"You mean to tell me," Benedict said between laughs, "that all those times Mama said she was feeling you kick, it was just... gas?"

You nodded earnestly with a serious expression. "Yep! Just gas from the seed."

Eloise shook her head in disbelief, still trying to wrap her mind around the absurdity of the situation, while you returned to play with your dolls. "Well, I suppose that's one way to explain it.", she murmured, sitting down between Colin and Benedict, crossing her arms. “You two know more about this, don’t you?”

“Have you ever been to a farm?”, Colin started, earning a slap against the back of his head by his brother, as Violet Bridgerton entered the room.

"What has everyone so amused?" Violet asked, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched you play with your toys.

Colin grinned mischievously, looking back at his mother. "Oh, we were just explaining to Eloise how babies are made, Mama. According to Y/N, it involves a stork, a special seed from the garden, and a bit of gas." Violet’s smile slipped into a face of shock and indignation, a faint pink creeping onto her cheeks. “Colin Bridgerton, stop encouraging your sister in such delicate subjects!” Benedict stifled a laugh, which earned him a strict gaze from his mother. “Don’t get me started on you, Benedict!” Raising his hand in defence, the second eldest returned to his sketchbook not being able to hide the smile on his lips.

In this moment he couldn't help but feel grateful for his quirky and lovable family. Life with the Bridgertons was certainly never dull, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[keravg]

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[alexiswritingfantasy]

Back after a long slumber...

Hey humanoids, Your friendly vampire is back! It has been a while since I last posted here, or open my eyes from a long slumber. In short, I lost my password to my coffin, and I didn’t know how to get it back. That time, I used my phone and it was a pain in the butt that I didn’t know my own password *facepalms* I think a few years back, I changed my password, and I forgot it again. And now, it is a miracle to get this blog back to me. Though it may be strange, I don’t know what to do with this blog. I know what you’re thinking, but when I created this blog, I didn’t know what to do. I already have a mini blog that I put my heart and soul to it (that’s bizarre, vampires don’t have a  heart). So I don’t know. Probably, I am thinking of documenting my writing updates OR share some old, cringey writing here. Or play some book tags or writing tags (those are fun!) in this one. - Monsoon  

[study-linds]

congrats on your acceptance!!! does your program start in spring or in fall? i’m currently doing my scwk intro courses before starting my official program next fall :-)

hi omg!! thank you SO much — and it’s sort of confusing but my school has a social work undergrad as a professional major, so basically when i say i got accepted into the program i mean the major, so it’s my official area of focus! & i’ve just registered for spring courses & i’ll be two social work courses so i’m super excited!

if you ever wanna talk more about swk feel free reach out to me whenever! also thank you so much again, i am so happy & grateful ahh!

[caffeinenby]

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[writing-thoughts-and-things]

10 Song Tag

Thanks @possibledreamswriting for the tag. 

As always if I tag you, you don’t have to do it and if you don’t want to be tagged in the future let me know. Tagging some people I haven’t before--hi guys :)

I tag: @teaandconfusion @mywritinghideout @missaddledmiss @dantedevereaux @katiehahnbooks  @vampirewrites @largeindamargin @aschenink @loopyhoopydrabbles @halrose

Rules: Write down 10 songs you’re currently obsessed with, then tag 10 people.

Hottie by Brockhampton 

Echo by Kevin Abstract 

Feelings by Hayley Kiyoko (or anything by her tbh)

Kansas City by the Mowgli’s 

Stranger Things by Kygo ft. One Republic

Stay Together by Noah Cyrus

Good Grief by Bastille (the Bunker Sessions version)

Ophelia by The Lumineers 

Thunder by Imagine Dragons

Perfect Places by Lorde 

[daniixhallows]

In honor of the Vampire Ball in L.A. tonight that I can't be at. 😢 . . . #vampire #vampires #LAVampires #VampireBall #VampireGirl #vampireerotica #vampirewriter . . . Vampires, vampires, vampires

[bitter-vain-temptations]

Some writing I did for the blog to make up for inactivity

Golden liquid dripped down from his dry lips as a drunken chuckle escaped from himself. He stood up from he sat at the end up the dining room table before stumbling through the room with a wine glass in his hand. Chairs were aligned perfectly with a lady sitting in each one. They were still and silent while decay was evident on their whithering bodies. Demidicus held up his glass and stood straight up with his left arm behind his back and raising up his glass high into the air before slurring "Cheers!"

He gave a glance to his glass before furrowing his brows and smashing it into a corpses head before himself. Its head rurptured open with a horrid stench filling the room. Rancid black liquids oozed out, seeping onto the table and floor below. Demidicus tossed the base of the glass behind himself. "Why won't you do anything!"

There was no response but silence as it created unease. They all stared at Demidicus with their blank, empty expressions. Demidicus backed into the wall while digging his nails into the wood. In his imagination the corpses were alive. They manically laughed at him while pointing their fingers. Accusing, brandishing him as a monster. He had already accepted that notion personally but it was to much. He grabbed the corpse infront of him and shook it violently.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Answer me!"

Demidicus whined out. A silk hankerchief was used as it smeared bloody tears across his white skin. Each of the corpses's necks had blood caked onto them. The copper scent had mixed with the putrid smell of decay and caused Demidicus to cringe in his delusional state. Demidicus took one of the ladies and tossed it carelessly to the floor before sitting in its place. He held his head before muttering out: "Why?"

Demidicus sobbed out: "What did I do to deserve a horrible fate such as this?"

All he ever saw was red, red was his food and drink. Red was his life and it made him recoil in disgust. Everything was perfect about himself with not a single flaw. This caused Demidicus to grow angry. Just even one flaw would subdue to show that was still a man inside instead of a plastic doll. For once he wanted his victims to recoil in disgust instead of swooning like love sick doves over himself. Demidicus wanted to be human once again but the same question always asked whenever his thoughts turned to buried desires.

'How would you gain your meal and live such an easy life?'

That very question invaded his mind like the swarming of rats in a house that was beyond saving from their infestion. In his own world it was appearance that mattered the most. It was appearance that brought him his meals every single night. Women who surrounded himself, and his fledglings whom thought of him as their angel. This was the possibility of the cause of Demidicus's vain and arrogance towards others. With a sudden revelation he came upon the realization that without his outer beauty he was nothing but a porcelain doll that others loved to play with and use until it turned on them.

Even thou he wasn't alive anymore, his own heart would have been clenching in pain at these thoughts. The chair creaked as Demidicus stood up from it. His hands laced together before giving a bow towards the corpses. His silky curls toppled down while his face was a mess of smeared blood and make up. The vampire left as the door closed behind him and sent a shudder throught the hallway. He locked the door.

"Jusqu'à la prochaine fois, mon petit poussin."

[vampirestookmydoubts]

The Prince's Debutante - Series

A/N: This is a series based and written on the ideas of @aninhatatu, I'm just the messenger, haha. Once again, thank you very much for the chance to bring your idea to life and for being the first person to proofread my texts, haha!

Prince Friedrich deserves all the love.

Summary: As the daughter of a disowned marquis and a common maid, you enter your debut season under the watchful eyes of your grandmother, hoping for a humble suitor, to secure your family's future. But your plans change when Prince Friedrich falls for you, sparking an unexpected romance.

Will you and Friedrich be able to find a way to unite love and duty, as you navigate the complexities of society? Or will your blooming love succumb to your family's different expectations and societal scrutinies?

Pairings: Prince Friedrich x Reader

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: A Debutante's Dilemma

The early morning light filtered through the delicate lace curtains right into the bedroom, casting intricate patterns on the wooden floor. You sat at your vanity, fingers trembling slightly as you tried to arrange your hair in the latest fashion. Today was the day you had awaited with equal parts dread and anticipation: you debut in London’s society. As the eldest daughter of your parents, your introduction to the ton was fraught with complexity.

Your father, Jonathan Withlock, was the son of the marquis of Thornewood, leading a comfortable life as a member of the rich and noble ton of London. Your mother, Moira, on the other hand, wasn’t part of the glamorous society your father used to mingle with. In contrast to his noble status, she was just a mere maid; and, to make matters worse, a Catholic Irish immigrant, who came to England to find a better life for herself after the death of her parents.

When your parents fell in love and eloped, despite their different social statuses, one could only imagine the uproar that went through Thornewood Manor and London’s high society. And, naturally, with that came your father’s disownment from his family, losing his title and money. But despite losing everything that came with his name, as well as the future title of marquis, your father always told you and your two younger siblings that he never regretted choosing your mother.

The only reason you were to be presented to the queen and to the ton today was your father’s employment as the king’s new physician. Through old friends and his talents as a physician to other noble men, the queen herself got word of your father’s competence. As a reward for his good treatment and discretion when it came to her husband, the king, she awarded your father a minor title.

Your mother, Moira, a woman with a fierce spirit, entered your room quietly. Sh approached you, her eyes softening as the got the sigh of your anxious reflection in the mirror. “Y/N, you look lovely,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to your nervous mind. “Do not worry. Today is the beginning of something exciting and wonderful.” You smiled weakly. “I am not worried about today. It is the entire season that frightens me. What if no one pays me any attention? Or worse, what if they do?” Moira placed a gentle hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you. “You, my love, are intelligent, kind, and beautiful. Any man would be fortunate to have you.” You nodded, trying to draw strength to from your mother’s words. “I just wish you could present me to the queen. It feels wrong, going with Grandmother.” Your mother’s expression tightened slightly at the mention of her mother-in-law. “I know, darling. But the ton has its rules, and we must abide by them for now. Your grandmother has agreed to help, and we must be grateful for that. Your grandmother, the Marchioness of Thornewood, had gladly offered to present you to the queen, when you mother wrote to her. It was a move driven by her desire to reconcile with her estranged son and, perhaps, alleviate some of the scandal that had marred their family’s name. Despite her outward appearance of haughty indifference, you knew your grandmother harbored a deep sense of pride and duty. Tucking a stray lock of hair back into your updo, your mother squeezed your shoulder again, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “Everything will be alright.”

The carriage ride to Buckingham House was a quiet one. You sat beside your grandmother, Lady Clarece, who regarded you with a critical eye. “Sit up straight, Y/N,” Lady Clarece admonished. “You must look the part of a lady, even if you bloodline is tarnished. You are representing not only your father, but more importantly, the marquis of Thornewood.” You bit back a sharp retort, reminding yourself that this was the woman who held the key to your and your siblings future in society. Instead, you straightened your back and lifted your chin, trying to exude the grace and poise your grandmother expected.

Upon arriving at the palace, you joined a long line of debutantes and their chaperones, all waiting for their moment before the queen. The air buzzed with nervous energy, the scent of perfume mingling with the tension of dozens of young women about to face their societal debut in front of the queen. When your turn came, you felt your heart painfully pound in your chest. With your grandmother next to you, you stepped forward, each step felt both too fast and painfully slow. The grand hall, with its high ceiling s and opulent decor, seemed to close in on you, the present members of society blurring as your eyes fixated on the person at the end of the aisle: Queen Charlotte. The queen, resplendent in her regal and pompous attire, regarded you with a discerning eye. “Miss Y/N Withlock,” the messenger of the queen announced. “Daughter of Sir Jonathan Withlock. Presented by her grandmother, Lady Clarence, the Marchioness of Thornewood.” Your grandmother performed the necessary courtesies, and you followed suit, curtsying deeply and holding your breath, just like the hundreds of times you practiced before. A low murmur went through the crowd. Queen Charlotte’s gaze flickered with recognition at the mention of your father’s name, the renowned physician who had earned her husband’s trust. She gave a barely perceptible nod. “Rise, Miss Withlock.” You straightened your back, meeting the queen’s gaze with as much confidence as you could muster, despite the anxiousness rushing through your veins. The queen’s eyes softened just a fraction, and you felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps your father’s reputation might lend her some measure of acceptance. “You may proceed,” Queen Charlotte said, dismissing you and your grandmother with a wave of her hand. As you left the palace, your grandmother turned to you, her expression unreadable. “You did well enough, my dear. Now, the real challenge begins.”

The days that followed were a whirlwind of activities. You and your grandmother attended numerous teas, luncheons, and soirées, each event blurring into the next. Much to your grandmother’s satisfaction, you quickly learned to perform the art of polite conversation and the delicate dance of societal expectations. But, despite your best efforts, you remained on the fringes, overshadowed by this season’s more illustrious debutantes like Daphne Bridgerton and Marina Thompson. Something you didn’t mind, if you were honest. One evening, at one of many balls, you found yourself standing by the refreshment table, observing the throng of dancers swaying and waltzing to the music of the orchestra. You sipped your lemonade, suddenly feeling the weight of the season pressing down on you. So far, you had already managed to attract the attention of a few men of modest means, but no one of significant fortune or title. Nor someone you felt a connection with. “Feeling like a wallflower?” asked a familiar voice to your right. You turned to see Penelope Featherington, her kind eyes and warm smile offering a welcome respite from the sea of unfamiliar faces. Penelope - that much you already learned from the latest teas and get-togethers - was also often overlooked, but her sharp wit and genuine kindness had quickly endeared her to you. “Perhaps a bit,” you admitted. “It seems I am not quite like the diamond of the season.” Penelope chuckled. “Not am I, but I find it rather liberating. Less pressure to impress, more freedom to enjoy oneself.” You smiled, appreciating Penelope’s perspetive. “You are right. It is just difficult not to feel overshadowed.” Your conversation was interrupted by a sudden hush that fell over the room. You followed the gaze of the other guests and saw him at the top of the grand staircase: a young man with shiny light blonde curls and a noble aura, that gave away that he wasn’t some common noble man. He was a striking figure, tall and regal, with a presence that immediately commanded attention. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him. For a moment, everything else faded away. He moved through the crowd with an air of confidence, exchanging pleasantries with the debutantes and their chaperones, who swarmed him like moths to a flame. “That must be Prince Friedrich! The queen’s nephew. I heard he’s here to find a wife!” Penelope whispered under her breath in excitement. “He’s even more handsome in person, isn’t he?” You tried to remain inconspicuous, but your heart raced as he drew nearer. You watched as he spoke with Daphne Bridgerton, his smile polite but distant, before moving on to greet others. “Of course he has to exchange pleasantries with diamond of the season,” the redhead next to you mumbled to herself. You could only nod, your eyes following the prince as he continued his circuit around the room. The prince was a dream beyond your reach, and a harsh reminder of the societal heights you could never hope to attain. The moment that thought crossed your mind, your eyes met his across the room. For a moment, everything else faded away. You imagined to see some kind of curiosity in his gaze, and something else - a surprising and unspoken connection send thrills through you.

“Is he coming in our direction? He is coming in our direction, is he not?” Penelope’s nervous squeal brought you back to reality. Before you could evaluate the situation, the prince - who was indeed coming in your direction - came to a sudden halt in front of you. The room seemed to hold its breath as he stood there with a smile that made your pulse quicken. “Good evening, Miss...” he looked at you with a questioning air, a warm smile still painting his lips. Penelope gave you a sudden nudge that broke you out of your trance, and you curtsied quickly. “Miss Withlock, your Highness.” “Miss Withlock.” the prince said, his voice soft and accented. “May I have the honor of this dance?” You barely managed a nod, your voice catching in your throat. “Of course, your Highness.” As he smoothly led you onto the dance floor, your felt a mixture of exhilaration and terror. You had hoped for an easy and unremarkable season, but now you found yourself in the literal center of attention, dancing with a prince while a shocked murmur went through the staring ton. The music swelled around both of you, as the waltz began. “You dance beautifully, Miss Withlock,” Prince Friedrich remarked genuinely, his eyes never leaving yours. “You flatter me, your Highness,” you replied, feeling a searing blush rise to your cheeks. “You are a most graceful partner.” He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Please, call me Friedrich. Titles are for formalities, and I would rather this conversation not be so formal.” Your heart fluttered at his words. “Very well, Friedrich. But it would be only fair if you may call me Y/N.” “Y/N,” he repeated slowly, as if savoring the sound of your name on his tongue. “Tell me, how you finding the season so far?” You hesitated, then decided on honesty. “It has been... overwhelming, to say the least. But there have been moments of enjoyment as well.” Friedrich nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can understand that. These events can be quite daunting, even for those of us accustomed to them.” You continued to dance, the world around you fading into the background with each move. You felt a connection with Friedrich that you couldn’t quite explain, a sense of ease and comfort in his mere presence. “I must admit,” Friedrich said after a moment, “I find these gatherings rather tedious at times. It is refreshing to meet someone who seems to share the sentiment.” You laughed softly. “I imagine being a prince comes with its own set of challenges. Do you often feel out of place?” Friedrich’s eyes darkened slightly. “More often than I care to admit. There is a great deal of pressure to meet expectations, to play a role that is not always true to oneself.” You nodded, understanding all too well. “I can relate. My family’s... history make it difficult to navigate these waters. There are expectations, hopes and judgments that seem impossible for me to escape.” Friedrich’s grip on you tightened slight, a comforting gesture. “I know well what it is to carry the weight of family expectations. But I also believe that we must find our own paths, make our own choices.” You looked up at him, heart pounding at his honesty. “Do you truly believe that, Friedrich? That we can choose our own destiny?” He smiled, a light in his eyes. “Yes, I do. And I believe that it is worth fighting for.”

You danced in silence for a few moments, a feeling of belonging and mutual understanding between growing stronger with each step and twirl. You suddenly felt a sense of hope you hadn’t known before, a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a chance for something extraordinary in your life. As the music drew to a close, Friedrich led you to the edge of the edge of the dance floor, his gaze never leaving yours. “Thank you, Y/N. This has been the most enjoyable dance I have had in a long time.” “Thank you, Friedrich,” you replied softly. “I feel the same.” Bowing slightly, a smile played on his lips. “Until we meet again.” As he moved away, you abruptly felt the weight of countless scrutinizing eyes on you, and heard the whispering of the merciless ton around you. Lady Whistledown would surely have much to say about this encounter. “Y/N, you were magnificent,” Penelope whispered, pulling you away from the judging gazes, back to you shared spot at the wall. “He could not take his eyes off you.” You shook your head at her, trying to quell the rising tide of hope and fear. “It was just a dance, Penelope. Nothing more.” But even as you said those words, you knew they rang hollow in your heart. Something had shifted with you - a new, unknown path unfolding before you. The carefully laid plans for an uneventful season were crumbling and, as the evening drew to a close, you felt a mixture of emotions: excitement, fear, and a deep, unspoken yearning.

Back home, as you prepared for bed, your thoughts kept returning to the prince. You wondered if you had the strength to navigate the treacherous waters of the ton. But one thing was certain: your debut had been far from ordinary, and your heart had been irrevocably touched by a prince.

[vampirestookmydoubts]

Prompts List 4 - Regency era edition

"It is not merely a matter of wealth, but of character, sir, and yours is in question."

"Your mother insists on making an advantageous match for you, regardless of your feelings."

"How scandalous! A lady of her standing should know better than to be seen in such compromising circumstances."

"Your kindness has been my saving grace, sir, but if the truth were known, society would never forgive us."

"I feel like I'm suffocating in this gilded cage of expectations."

"If society knew the truth about us, it would be our ruin."

"Do you think we're doomed to repeat the mistakes of our parents?"

"We're living a lie, and it's tearing me apart."

"You're the only one who has ever made me feel alive, yet you're also the one who's tearing me apart."

"I never thought I'd have to sacrifice my own happiness for the sake of our families' feud."

"You're like a storm that's ravaging my heart, yet I can't bring myself to seek shelter."

"I am but a mere pawn in the game of love, destined to be sacrificed for the greater good."

"I shall wait for you at the stroke of midnight, beneath the ancient oak tree."

"The weight of duty crushes me, yet I must bear it with grace."

"I would brave the depths of hell itself if it meant I could be with you."

"Whispers of scandal follow in your wake, yet I cannot help but be drawn to you."

"To love you is to court danger, yet I would brave any peril to hold you in my arms."

"Your words are like honey, yet I cannot shake the feeling that they are laced with poison."

"I would sacrifice everything for just one more chance to gaze into your eyes."

"To see you with another is a dagger to my soul, yet I must conceal my pain behind a facade of indifference."

[vampirestookmydoubts]

Hello! Could you write a fluff Regulus x fem!reader using prompts 35. “You came back!” and 37. “Am I supposed to be scared of you now?” where Regulus survives cause that boy did not drown in a mf cave okay-😭

A/N: I love Regulus with all my heart. I’m still upset how he died in the end, because he deserved so much more *big sigh* Hope it’s not too rushed, and it got a bit more angsty than I thought, buuuuut... yeah. I hope you like it! qwq Thank you for requesting this.

Prompts: 35. “You came back!” 37. “Am I supposed to be scared of you now?”

Characters: Regulus Black x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of torture I guess? also not proofread lol

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Quietly you shifted in your position on the sofa, readjusting the blanket over you. The clock on the wall ticked softly, a rhythmic reminder that you still weren’t asleep. Sighing you rolled over, facing the wardrobe on the other side of the room, where a sage green silk dress was hanging. It was your bridesmaid dress for Lily’s and James wedding that was supposed to be held tomorrow. Although you were happy that your friends found love in these dark times, it couldn’t help you ignore the way your heart ached whenever you saw them together. Because there was still that little spark of jealousy that they were able to celebrate their love, while you still mourned your own love.

It’s been merely a month since an owl knocked on your window with its beak, delivering you the folded piece of parchment in the evening.

“I’m sorry. – R”

Lily was there for you when you broke down that night, holding your collapsing frame as the realization of his words and all the emotions of the last weeks and months crashed down on you.

Due to his affiliation with Voldemort, Regulus had distanced himself from you in the public, not wanting to get you involved – or worse – get hurt.

Rosier, a slytherin student and also aspiring death eater once threatened Regulus, that he would torture ‘his cute little girlfriend’ in the worst way possible, if he wouldn’t break up with you, cutting all ties that somehow distracted him from the big cause.

Although he was in a conflict between his affiliation with the dark lord – something he was pressured into by the expectations of his family – and his love to you and everything he learned of life and what was possible, because of you. It was on a similar night like this, when he revealed to you, that he was about to turn against Voldemort and needed to do his part in bringing him down.

“We could run away, Reg. Somewhere far away, where they can’t find us!” “I can’t do that, Y/N.”, he answered softly, caressing your cheek with a sad gaze in his dark eyes. “Tell your brother. Tell Dumbledore and the Order!” At the mention of his brother he grimaced slightly. “They wouldn’t trust me. And I can’t blame them.” Hitting his chest you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “But I trust you. I’ll talk to them! I’ll talk to Lily. And Sirius. If I go talk to them, they… they will believe me. They have to.” Regulus looked at you, absentmindedly brushing through your hair as he took in each and every feature of your face, like he wanted to burn your image into his memory, before he nodded with a somber smile. “Okay.” Pressing his forehead to yours, he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, before he pressed a small kiss to your nose. “You know that I love you, right?”

It was a only night later that he vanished and his owl arrived with his farewell letter.

The red-haired suggested to postpone the wedding ceremony, but you declined, not wanting to make your own misery hers. Being Lily’s maid of honor had the benefit, that it distracted you from your own carousel of thoughts, at least as long as you were busy with planning and organizing things for the small wedding ceremony.

A soft knock on the front door, brought you back to the present, startling you briefly and your gaze shifted from the door to the clock on the wall. It was merely three in the morning and your friends were all in the house, presumably asleep in their beds. James and Lily were in their shared bedroom, Sirius and Marlene in the guestroom and your brothers Remus soft snores indicated that he was also, still asleep on the air mattress on the other side of the living room. When there was another knock on the door, you grabbed your wand from underneath your pillow and freed yourself from the blanket, tiptoeing to the door.

Carefully looking through the milky glass you tried to make out, who the nightly visitor was and almost froze when you thought to recognize the two figures in front of the door.

Pulling open the door, you aimed the illuminated point of your wand at the tall figure. “What-“, you whispered in a shaky voice, not believing your eyes, as your wand enlightened the features of a person you presumed to be dead.

“You know, I thought about what to say when I would finally see you again, but it seems that I’m lost for words, I-” “Stop!”, you cried out, the hold on your wand tightening as he attempted to take a step forward. Behind you, you could hear Remus jolt up from the mattress as you shouted, struggling to free himself from his blanket. “It can’t be you. I- the letter...”, you started, your voice threatening to crack any second, as you looked at the boy and the house elf in front of you.

Regulus.

The body of the dark-haired boy was supported by a wooden crutch, as he stood in front of the door with an awkward smile on his lips. He looked sick and his skin paler since the last time you saw him. With dark circles under his eyes and his hair more of a mess than usual. “Y/N-?”, Remus asked, equally confused as you, as he suddenly stood next to you, his wand raised at the nightly intruder. As Regulus attempted to take another step forward, you stopped him with a small, but threatening gesture of your wand. “What did the letter say, which I passed you in the third potions lesson in our fourth year?”

A commotion could be heard behind you, as presumably the other residents and guests of the house tumbled down the stairs. “Y/N, what do you-“ “Answer me”, you interrupted Regulus and stepped forward, your wand still aimed at him. “What did it say?” The dark-haired boy looked straight at you, not minding the group behind you or the number of wands that were aimed at him, ready to literally curse him into the limbo. A small smile crossed his exhausted features at the memory.

The letter which you slipped under his book, caught his attention right away. Watching Professor Slughorn write the homework on the blackboard, you could also see a confused Regulus unfold the piece of paper. ‘If you touch my chocolate again, I’ll kick you in the shin.’ Before he got the chance to ask what you meant, Slughorn closed today’s lesson and you stood from your place, gathering your belongings and leaving the class. The next potions class you found a bar of chocolate with a red ribbon on your chair. ‘I didn’t knew it was your chocolate, sorry. -R’ Smiling you turned to the slytherin boy, who was unpacking his bag with an innocent look on his face. “Do you always eat anything lying around?” Regulus looked up from his book to meet your gaze with a sly grin. “If there’s a potential of getting threatened? Yes. I hope you like hazelnut.”

A sigh of relief escaped your throat as you dropped your wand to your side, a mixture of relief and euphoria washing over you.

“You came back.”, you whispered running to him, now sure that the boy awkwardly leaning on his crutch was Regulus and not an impostor send by the dark lord.

“I came back.”, Regulus repeated, barely able to hold his balance as you crashed into his arms. “I made it.”, he whispered, kissing your forehead as he hugged you closer to his body. “I made it, Y/N.” Breathing in deeply, you took in every aspect of him, his scent and the feeling of his arms around you.

“Don’t you ever do this again, Reg, do you hear me?”

“Am I supposed to be scared of you now?”, he laughed awkwardly, not fighting back as you hit his chest, each time harder than before.

“Do this again and you’ll learn how scary I can be.”

Pulling back he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on, brushing softly through your hair. “Do you remember what you told me that night in the room of requirements?”

Nodding quietly, you waited for him to continue, not sure what he meant.

“I’m ready.” As the realization of his words hit you, you looked back to the house, to the people standing in the doorway watching you. Although they were confused – mostly Remus - and some of them still mildly furious – mostly Sirius - the simple nodding of your friend Lily reassured you in your feelings.

“I hope you like weddings, Reg. Because you’ll be my plus one tomorrow.”

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Can you do a Billy Russo one shot where reader finds his weapons?? Btw love your writing 💕

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaah, thank you so much, love!! I missed writing for Billy so much! It’s a bit more angsty than I planned it to go. But I still like it, I guess? I’m actually thinking of rewriting my Billy Russo series, so thank YOU for the inspiration! I haven’t proofread it yet and it’s already late, but I hope you like it, love! 💕

Characters: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of weapons (guns), gun violence, kidnapping, shooting

(please tell me if I forgot something qwq)

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“Couldn’t wait any longer for me, huh?”, Billy said, pecking your lips quickly as he readjusted the collar of his shirt. Closing the door behind you, you placed your bag on the counter next to you, looking the dark-haired man up and down. “I actually need to use the bathroom before we go to the party. But you’re also a sight to see.”, winking at him you walked past him.

On your way to the bathroom, you noticed the door to his office wide open, allowing you to get a quick look into the room. You knew his office and the way it looked inside out, but today something about it made you stop in your tracks.

The door of one of the closets was standing wide open, revealing not the usual stacks of documents and files, but instead a cabinet filled with a variety of weapons and ammo that you haven’t seen before.

“Are you alright, babe? You’re taking awfully lo-”

Not sure how long you've been standing there starring at the hidden cabinet, you whirled around to Billy who stood at the end of the hallway with an equally shocked expression as yours. You looked back at the weapons, that were clearly used and cleaned more than once in the last time, that much even you could tell.

“It’s not what it looks like, Y/N, I-”

“No. Hell, no. Don’t you fucking dare.”, you managed to say through your gritted teeth, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat by taking deep breathes. “For fucks sake. You promised it to me, Billy.”

“Just give me a chance to explain.” Billy pleaded, attempting to take a step towards you, but you stopped him with a sign of your hand, motioning at him.

“I know that expression, Billy. You’re about to give me the ‘for our safety’-speech. But we both know the real reason, am I right?”

He gulped visually, his outstretched hand falling to his side in defeat, confirming what has been hanging in the air the whole time.

“You lied to me, Billy. I thought you were done with that shit!”

“I find it very hard to believe that, I’m afraid.”, you said with a choked laughter.

His face was emotionless as he looked at you with his deep dark eyes, a coldness in them you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Believe me, Y/N. I wish it wouldn’t be like this. No-one regrets this more than I do.”

“It’ll be over soon. I promise.”

Shaking your head, you looked at him, the sadness you tried to suppress for so long quenching at your heart. “I know you for too long to believe that. There will always be a much bigger problem behind your current target. In the end you’ll get hurt trying to end it. Or even worse. And I won’t be there to see that happen. I can’t.”

Your voice broke halfway through the sentence, the last words barely a croak as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/N, please-“

“Only one task. You promised it to me that day, Billy.” Your voice grew frantic as you recalled the past memory.

 “Let her go.” Your head shot up at the familiar voice. “Look who’s finally here to get you, kitten.”, the man holding you hostage sneered. “Took you some time to come and get your girl, Russo. Thought I had to get rid of her for a moment.”

Billy stood at the entrance of the small storage hall, pointing his gun at the man next to you. “Let her go and we’ll talk this out.” The man next to you laughed loudly, pressing the tip of his gun harder against your temple, as Billy took a step towards you.

“There are currently three other guns pointed at you, Russo. I would stop right there, if you don’t want your girls pretty face to look like a fucking training target.”

Billy stopped in his tracks, looking between you and the man.

“Good boy.” The man grinned, motioning to the floor. “Now your weapon.”

The dark-haired hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the hall.

“Weapon down, Russo.”, your hostage-taker bellowed, emphasizing the first two words.

Billy went along with his command, slowly going to his knees with his hands up, slightly bending over to lay the gun to the ground.

But before the tip of his gun touched the cold concrete, the sound of a gunshot cut through the tense silence. The pressure on your temple was suddenly gone and you waited for the inevitable pain to come.

But instead, there was a dull sound next to you and soft hands grabbing your face, caressing your skin like it was the most fragile thing to be touched.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were greeted by the endlessly dark eyes of Billy, looking at you with so much compassion and concern, that you couldn’t stop the stream of tears leaving your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”, Billy murmured, as he pulled you into a hug, holding you tight to his chest. “I’ll bring this to an end. I promise you.”

Shaking your head through the tears, you pulled slightly away to look him in the eyes.

“Promise me you won’t get yourself in danger again.” Not believing his ears, he looked at you in disbelief. “You were about to get shot and you worry about me?”

“Promise me, Billy.”, you practically screamed at him, punching him in frustration.

“I promise you.”

 “Look me in the eyes and tell me that this isn’t what I think it is.” You screamed, pointing at the weapons displayed in the closet. The dark-haired man avoided your gaze, rubbing at his beard as he was searching for the right thing to say. But the words never left his lips.

“From the bottom of my heart, fuck you, Billy.”

“Fuck you, Billy.” You walked past him, not turning around when he said your name under his breath.

“Y/N-“, he started, quickening his pace when you grabbed your bag from the kitchen counter and walked to the door.

With that you turned around, slamming the door behind you, as you left him alone in his apartment.

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Random Prompt List 3

Compilation of dialogue prompts I liked and thought would be fun to write!

"If I could dig my nails into your throat and pull out your vocal cords, I would."

“You think you’re hallucinating me? After everything I’ve put you through?”

 “I can’t believe you’re taller than me” “it’s been ten years and that’s all you have to say?”

“I could kill you, but where’s the fun in that?”

 “I always knew you’d die in my arms.”

“When I let go, run for your life.”

”I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

"I want to go home."      

“Your concerns have been noted, but not entertained.    

“Everyone thinks being     immortal is so fun. Honestly, being able to die sounds a lot better.”   

“Do you even regret it?” “I regret everything. Always have.”

“Are you angry? I did not intend to hurt you, this I swear. I did not know how to not. But ignorance of the good doesn’t excuse the bad. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not letting karma deal with this. I can’t trust it’ll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it’d be fast enough.”

“So from the bottom of my cold, dead heart, screw you.”

“Am I a hero or the devil’s son? Can’t figure out what side I’m on.”

 “Wow. Here I thought we had a moment. I spilled my story to you and all you have to say is 'okay’? What does that even mean?!”

20.   "Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

“Just play along. Please.”

“Can you stop making jokes for one fucking minute?”

“Why won’t you tell me who’s doing this to you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” 

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

“Are you ok? You look just about ready to run across the room and beat them to death.”

“you used to tell me anything.”

“How do I tell him that I’m in love with him? Like, in a way that isn’t so...obvious?”

“I swear to god, I was about to beat him to death with my heels, if you hadn’t saved me.”

“Who are you hiding from?”

“You say having feelings makes me weak, but you’re weak for hiding from them.”

“You deserves happiness. I know you think you don’t, but you do.”

“You look really good in that dress. I could get used to this sight.”

“I think I briefly showed you my lower leg once.” “Yes. It definitely was scandalous.”

“You look like you’re about to set someone on fire.”

“Give me something to look forward to in the morning, so I can will myself to wake up and not relieve the embarrassment all over again.”

“So, you fainted just to avoid dancing with him?”

“How about this: we run away together and live a life far away from the expectations society puts on our shoulders?”

“What can I say? The ladies love me.” “Is that why you’re still a bachelor?”

“Hey. Hey! What did I just say? Keep your eyes open!”

“Smile dear, you’re being watched.”

"If we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything."

"I don't want to live in a society like this, yet I’m not able to change anything about it.”

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

“Goodness, what have I done right to be greeted by you?”

“Life’s too short to be disgruntled over not being pretty.” “Easy to say when you literally look like a Greek god.”

"I never asked for a savior. I asked for a friend."

“I will strangle the next person who tells me to smile more with my own bare hands.”

“You think you can bribe me? I can’t be bought. I’m not a horse.”

“Do you know how breathtaking you look right now?”

“Oh, good, you’re here! Catch me.” “Why should I-”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” “No offence taken. I’ve been told that more times than you would think.”

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Sirius Black - Baby Fever

A/N: oh my god I accidently deleted the request, BUT I managed to do a screenshot before lol. I didn’t proofread it, as it’s already midnight over here and I’m TIRED, but I had so much fun writing this, thank you so much love!! This got a bit more angsty than I intended it to be but I hope you still like it!

Prompts: 21. “I don’t want to have a baby!” 22. "What have you done with my pills? I need them!" 24. "You're too good for this world." Warnings: angst (?)

“Oh my god, he’s so cute!” Lily smiled warmly as she greeted you with a hug at the door. “Hey, lovebirds.”, she mused, kissing your companion on the cheek. “Oh, Y/N, would you mind holding him for a second?” Your grin widened as you took the small bundle from Lily’s arms.

“Just look at those bright eyes and that cute button nose.” Beginning to slowly rock the little boy in your arms, you started walking around the room. “I’m just going to finish dinner, okay?” The redhaired said, walking to the kitchen, when James walked out. “The two of you are early.”

Grinning he hugged Sirius, their bodies colliding with a dull noise. James proceeded to greet you and watched you amused as little Harry gurgled with joy, trying to grab for your face.

“It’s about time you make your own one, mate.” James laughed, playfully punching Sirius in the side.

You looked up at the two boys, watching Sirius’ face fall for a moment, before he returned to his normal behavior. You felt a familiar stitch in your heart and dodged Sirius gaze, when your eyes met.

“Make yourself at home, guys. Can I get you something to drink? Beer, wine?” “Beer sounds good to me.” Sirius said, falling down on the large sofa. “Yeah, for me too.” Slowly you sat down next to your boyfriend of four years and leaned back into the soft cushions.

The both of you sat in silence, before Sirius shifted in his seat, your eyes still glued to little Harry, smiling up at you. “Y/N-” he started, but you interrupted him sharp. “It’s okay, Sirius. I know your view on the subject.”

Regardless of your interruption, he leaned forward, trying to make you look up at him. “I don’t want to have a baby.” The dark-haired boy said, deepening the ache you felt in your heart.

“Not now. It’s… I don’t want to bring a small child into these dangerous times, I-”

Looking up at him you smiled slightly. “It’s okay, Sirius. I can wait.”

‘I don’t want to have a baby.’

It was still early in the morning as you sat on the bathroom floor, Sirius’ words repeating themselves like a broken record.

“Fuck.”, you hissed, nervously chewing on your lips as you once again read the leaflet in your hands.

You remembered Lily’s chuckle as you pleaded for her to get you one of the gadgets the muggle women used to determine a pregnancy.

“Stop giggling, Lily. I need your help!” Lily stopped laughing on the other side of the phone. “I got you babe. I’ll bring it over to you in an hour.” Just like she said, she arrived at your house an hour later and squeezed your hand as she handed you a plastic bag. “Use it in the morning and no matter the outcome, call me, okay?”

You hated to admit it, but you were scared. As hell.

You’ve been feeling like shit for a few weeks now and to make matters worse you were late on your period. You were on birth control but you were now a week late on your period and you started to worry.

“Ah, this can’t be that difficult.” Groaning you ripped the pregnancy test out of the packaging, following the instructions step for step.

Sitting back on the floor you looked up at the test that laid on the bathtub next to you.

A thousand scenarios played in your head and in your current emotional state none of them ended in a good way. Sirius told you so many times that he didn’t wanted a baby. He always added that he didn’t wanted a baby now. 

Always that promising little word.

Sirius was right. This was no time to bring a child into the world. Especially since they were all somehow involved in the Order. And as much as you loved little Harry, it always hurt you to see the happiness the Potters had.

A sudden knock at the door startled you. “Love? Everything alright?” Cursing in your head you jumped to your feet, before shouting an answer. “Y-Yes, everything’s alright.” You didn’t intend for your voice to crack and you cursed yourself for sounding like something was wrong.

“You don’t sound like it.” Sirius said and you heard him laying a hand upon the door handle.

“Just open the door, love.” “Just a minute!” You whirled around the bathroom, grabbing a towel and throwing it over the test, before turning to the door to unlock it.

You were faced by a worried looking Sirius, still in his sleepshirt and with messed up hair.

“Did you cry?” Cupping your face with his hands he brushed away a few tears you didn’t notice escaping your eyes.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?” Sirius studied you with his deep dark eyes and you nodded your head, trying to suppress the tears that started to form in your eyes.

“I can see you’re not telling the truth, love. What’s wrong?” You tried to escape his gaze, but he turned your chin and made you look up at him. “…have… problem, Sirius.”, you tried to explain, but the tears that were now flowing freely, made it hard for you to form a real sentence.

“Come on, calm down. I’m going to let you in a bath and afterwards, we can talk about it.”

Before you could stop him, he walked past you and brushed the towel with his legs.

In your head it all happened in slow motion.

The towel falling to the floor, contributing for Sirius to see the test. It took a minute for him to process what was lying next to him.

With an unreadable expression the dark-haired boy turned back to you.

“Are you-?” “I don’t know!”, you blurted out, clutching a hand in front of your mouth to try and stop the sobbing. “I know you don’t want a baby, I- I just… I was feeling like shit lately and I- I was late and…” Sirius walked over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace, soothingly rubbing your back.

“Ssshhh… it’s alright, love.” “No, it’s not.” Once again, he cupped your face with his large, comforting hands, forcing you to look up at him.

“You know I love Harry, but our baby will be so much prettier.” “What?”, you croaked, not believing what you just heard. “He’s cute and all, but imagine a baby made by us.”

“This is a dream, right? But I’m not sure if it’s a nightmare or not.” Sirius looked down at you, smiling wide, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“I know what I said. And I’m sorry for making you feel like it’s something bad. You know…” He tilted his head, a dreamy smile creeping on his lips. “I’d like the idea of a tiny Y/N running around the house.” “You’re an idiot.”, you mumbled, but couldn’t resist smiling through your tears.

“Yeah, an idiot that is absolutely and undeniable in love with you and the life growing inside you!”

You watched him, trying to spot a lie or any sign, that he wasn’t okay with the situation. But if there was one person Sirius couldn’t lie to, it was you. “You’re too good for the world, Sirius. But…”

You looked down at your feet and then freed yourself from his embrace. “I didn’t check the test yet.”

He signed for you to go and look at it, while he stayed right next to you.

Your heart seemed to explode as you took the plastic device from the bathtub, dreading to look at it.

“Just like ripping of a band-aid, love” Sirius hummed, resting his hand on your lower back.

Just like ripping of a band-aid. You turned the pregnancy test around, revealing a display with…

“One line… does that mean one kid?” Exhaling deeply, you turned around to look at Sirius, shaking your head. “No, it means I’m… not pregnant.” The dark-haired boy looked back and forth between you and the test, a hint of disappointment in his forming pout.

He then walked over to the mirror cabinet, pulling it open and searching for something.

Retrieving your birth control pill he opened the trash can and threw it away.

"What have you done with my pills? I need them!", you said in utter disbelieve, looking at him like he lost his mind. “Not anymore.” Rushing over, he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder and walking out of the bathroom. 

“Sirius Black, what the hell are you doing?” Giggling you playfully hit his back, only resulting in him running faster and falling to the bed with you. “Let’s try.” “Try what?”, you asked between the kisses he plastered on your face.

“Try for a tiny Y/N, what else?”

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Vampires Masterpost

I thought it would be much easier to find all my shit imagines, series, prompts etc. with some kind of masterpost.

So here we go.

Masterlist

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Once upon a time - 5

A/N: Ugh you guys. This is quite the short chapter and it took me so long to write it (I guess a few weeks or even months?). Life’s really shitty at the moment and I can’t seem to find the motivation or inspiration to write. But at least I tried and though I’m not 100% happy with it (am I ever?) and it feels rushed, I still hope you guys like it! As always it’s not proofread (someone want to volunteer lol?) The next chapter is already halfway finished and I hope to upload it the next week.  As always I’m happy for every comment of you, as I really want to improve my writing! Thank you so much!

Summary: (Request) Y/N Potter is in her fourth school year at Hogwarts, when her older brother James Sirius presents the marauders map and a broken time turner, that he stole from his father’s desk. Through unexpected events that time turner sends her back into the marauders era. Confronted with a certain Regulus Black she has to make a decision that could change the future she knows: Save the boy she loves or go back to her own timeline and let the past repeat itself. Characters: Regulus Black x Reader Warnings:  none I guess?

Excitement filled your whole body as you ran through the corridors and stairs, taking several steps at once.

When you climbed the wooden ladder to one of the many towers of Hogwarts, you couldn’t resist to grin when you noticed the faint light above you.

The black-haired boy looked up from his book to greet you, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You know I’ll be here all evening, right?“

You smiled up at him as you sat down next to him, placing your bag in front of you.

“I didn’t see you at dinner, so I thought I should get you some sandwiches and cake.” You took out the little packages which were wrapped in napkins and put them on a small dresser next to you.

“Is it because of those two gorillas following you around all the time?”

Turning around you met Regulus gaze and noticed him grimace.

“Don’t worry about me.”, the black-haired boy mumbled, turning back to the book he was reading.

Leaning back on the floor you folded your arms behind your head to support it and watched the ceiling Regulus enchanted. A part of the nightly sky filled the ceiling above you.

The both of you stayed like that Regulus reading and you looking at the stars, both enjoying the comforting silence that spread between you.

“Y/N?” Regulus voice was soft when he said your name and the shift in it, made you look away from the ceiling.

It seemed like he was watching you for some time, the book he was reading a few minutes before laying closed next to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His eyes were locked to yours and you were almost lost for words for a moment before you nodded at him.

“Why did you invite me to go to the library with you, when we first met?” You cocked your head to the right, thinking about the day you first met Regulus in class.

“I don’t know”, you said after a while, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess I just thought you could use a friend.” The black-haired arched an eyebrow, seemingly wondering about your words.

“Okay, listen.” You propped yourself up on one arm, your body facing Regulus’.

“I know you think you don’t need anyone, but you deserve it. Friends who really care for you, not someone who forces you to do something. I know you think you don’t have a choice, Regulus. And I won’t stop being your friend and doing everything I can, to show you that you do have a choice.” Regulus eyes grew wide, his mouth lightly open as he listened to your ramble.

“Why?” Because I love you, you idiot you wanted to scream at him so badly. Beating some fucking sense into him. “Because I know what happens to people like you, if they don’t have someone who loves them for who they are. And you deserve that. By Merlin. You deserve so much more in life than what you-”

Without a warning Regulus lunged forward, his lips crushing on yours.

You remembered your friends gushing about their first kiss, about the fireworks and butterflies they felt and how you laughed at their seemingly stupid stories.

But now you understood.

Finally feeling his soft lips on yours, the warmth that radiated from his body seeping into every fiber of yours and making you beg for more.

It felt like eternity, before your lips parted, leaving you both breathless and wishing for this moment to last forever.

“I – uhm…” Regulus started, his face turning from white to burning red. “Shut up.”, you interrupted his stammer, pulling him in for a second kiss.

 You couldn’t stop the wide grin on your lips, as you wandered through the corridors back to the common room. Your lips felt sore from the many kisses and Regulus biting your lower lip, your cheeks growing hot remembering the feeling.

“Ah, Miss Potter.”, a familiar voice startled you and interrupted your thoughts. Looking up you noticed Dumbledore standing next to the entrance to the headmaster’s office.

“Good evening, Professor.”, you said, nodding at the elderly wizard.

“I didn’t have the time to report on your little request. Would you mind joining me for a cup of tea?”

The bearded man didn’t wait for an answer and with a wink gestured you to follow him.

Walking up the circular stairs you found yourself back at the headmaster’s office, a teapot and a steaming cup already waiting for you at the large wooden desk.

“I’m not gonna lie, Miss Potter, but your request is a little bit more special than I’d like to admit.”

Dumbledore took the golden timeturner from his desk, turning it between his fingers to observe every side of it. “I came to the conclusion that maybe…”, his eyes glistened with something you couldn’t quite understand. “You know, Miss Potter, sometimes fate and magic contradict each other. They run very close to each other and sometimes they just… touch.”

At his words your cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment as you once were reminded of the kiss.

“I’m too old to start over again, Miss Potter.” Involuntarily you grimaced, thinking of the fate that he would have to face in a few decades. “Maybe you’re here for a reason. Tell me”, the bearded wizard looked at you over his crescent shaped glasses. “Is there something you want to talk to me about?”

It felt like Dumbledore could see through everything you felt and thought, like you were made of glass. There was so much you wanted to tell him. About the fate of Lily and James in a few years.

About Dumbledore’s own fate. About him.

“Since I came here, I wondered if it’s possible to change someone’s fate, Professor.”, you said, looking at the wizard in front of you.

“It seems like you grew quite fond of some of the students. Some of them a little bit more than the others.” A knowing smile spread on Dumbledore’s lips, which made the heat rise to your cheeks.

“It would be a noble act for sure.” The wizard adjusted his glasses, leaning back into his seat.

“But it’s also a subject we shouldn’t discuss this late. You must be tired from the day.”

Sensing that he wanted to end your conversation, you wished him goodbye and started to walk to the staircase, when he called for you once more.

“Miss Potter?” You turned around at his unexpected call. “Just remember that some sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.”

You nodded and left for the stairs, trying to conceal the mixed emotions you knew where written on your face.

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