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sometimes she’s mommy… other times she’s a little english paper boy

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”snow lands on top” yea on top of me

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PAS DE DEUX — regulus black

summary: all is fair in love and ballet. well, *hate* and ballet.

pairings: dancer!regulus black x dancer!fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

notes: prefacing this by saying yes i have done ballet for 13 years, but nothing too serious or in a company so i don't know much abt like formal partnering or pas de deux training really. i just think regulus black would've been a killer ballerina.

there is no one you detest more that regulus black. and for justified reasons, too!

not just because he's an annoyingly attractive prick that has infinite sex appeal but knows it so acts like an absolute dick.

no, not just because of that.

from day one, you have worked your ass off to be at the royal ballet school. your parents have spent endless amounts of money on leotards that match the rich girls, new pointe shoes when you break the shank after two weeks, even leg warmers when the ballet gods occasionally decide to bring those back into fashion.

how hard has regulus black had to work to earn his spot? approximately the same amount of work that goes into lifting your pinky.

the golden boy of the royal ballet school is from france which gives him even more unnecessary cool kid points. he makes jokes with the french instructors so no one else can understand, he complains about his chateaux of a house and his "horrible" rich, entitled parents.

anyone who has parents that can send them to the royal ballet school without making a dent in their retirement fund doesn't get the opportunity to complain like he does in your opinion.

to top it all off, everyone loves regulus black. everyone except you apparently. you're the only person that can see past the humble, ultra-talent persona to the untrustworthy snake trying to steal your thunder.

in your mind, there can only be one prodigy from your class and it has to be you.

this summer was going to be a breath of fresh air for you. regulus always returns to france to his affluent, posh family over the summer while you always spend summers training harder than anyone else.

this year, you chose to take a partnering intensive. you knew that the upcoming year would involve lots of pas de deux work, so refining your partnering over the summer seemed like a smart idea.

unfortunately, your brilliant summer plans were thwarted.

on the first day of class, you entered feeling giddy. you had on a new blush leo and a fresh pair of pointe shoes you had sewn and broken in last night. your hope was to be partnered with evan rosier. even though he wasn't the best male dancer (that would be regulus), the blonde boy was strong and would be a supportive partner.

evan's kind face was not what greeted you as you walked into the studio. it was regulus black with a smug grin on his face.

"hello, partner dearest," regulus called out as you passed through the door.

the glare that took over your face would've been enough to make any boy run away screaming, but not regulus black. never regulus black.

your friends sent you sympathetic glances as your hatred of the boy was well known. you had never put on your shoes more aggressive or obnoxiously as you did that day.

during warm-ups, you attempted to glare at regulus the entire time. he knew you took the intensives every summer so he must've appeared this year to spite you.

the thing is, regulus did know that you stayed at the school every summer. he also knew that would be doing a partnering intensive. he also knew that there was no one at this school good enough to be your partner. except for him.

so regulus didn't return to france. he had to dance with you. he was addicted to it.

once it is time to begin dancing with your partner, you begrudgingly stomp over to regulus (in the front of the room of course). as soon as you stand in front of him, he places his hands on your hips.

"stop that," you hiss, swatting away his hands as trelawney starts animatedly teaching.

"y/n. we're going to have to do a lot more touching than that."

"maybe i should just cut your hands off in your sleep."

"i think you would miss my hands."

"i think you're insufferable."

"we'll see about that."

as somewhat of an attention whore, one thing you love about class is you have always been used as an example.

alas, you now had to be the example with regulus.

as the day went on and more skills were taught, you had to feel regulus's hands hold yours, brush up and down your sides, hold your waist, and cradle your body.

his touch left trails of heat as you danced, like fires were burning through your thin clothing wherever he touched.

by the end of class you were exhausted. not just from hours of being on your box, but hours of fighting off thoughts about regulus.

for the next week, you and regulus learned together, sweat together, and labored together all while throwing snarky comments at the other.

"do you really need to grab me so harshly?"

"well when you're practically falling off your box i do."

"please try not to snap my leg off. i only have two."

"i know you can extend more than that, y/n."

"are you even paying attention?"

"sorry, i was staring at your gorgeous face."

actually... you didn't know what that last one was about, but you just let it slide as another sarcastic comment.

that saturday night, you and regulus decided to meet in an empty studio after class to run through one of the pas de deuxs you would be performing throughout the intensive.

that night, you spoke minimally to each, only to give small pointers and small words of praise.

you knew you danced beautifully together. you could feel the graceful and easy way you moved across the floor together. it felt effortless to turn and be lifted in his arms.

as the music faded out of your last run, you had your eyes closed, breathing heavily in the final pose. you turned your head to the mirror and saw something you'd never expected. regulus's head was still turned towards you with an adoring smile on his face. he looked like he almost... liked you.

of course regulus knew how he was looking at you. you were the most beautiful dancer he had ever seen. he thanked his past self every day for deciding to avoid his parents in france and stay here with you at the school. he knew that when you weren't looking, his eyes carried every bit of admiration he had for you.

and then your head turned back to him, catching him in the act. he was still holding you in the final pose of the dance, and you gazed up at him with a gentle, yet confused look on your face. he didn't shy away from your look. he continued to stare into your eyes with the most starry look.

"that was magnificent you two! quite the prime partners i've put together!"

you both sprung apart as trelawney's loud voice rang through the empty studio.

"such grace, such talent, such chemistry for two young people!"

the blush on your cheeks was the worst it's ever been, and no one could pay you to turn to look at regulus.

"um. thank you, trelawney," you responded shakily. "regulus and i were just about to-"

"leave," regulus interrupted, already gathering his stuff and making a run for the door.

your stomach dropped at his hasty movements, doubting everything that just happened between the two of you.

"well then, i'll see you both tomorrow for class," trelawney made her extravagant exit.

you kept your head down to avoid seeing regulus's face. was he mad? disappointed? maybe you shouldn't care. this was regulus. the boy you've been hating forever. right?

"y/n," regulus spoke softly from right in front of you. your eyes were directed at the floor, but he gently grabbed your chin to bring your gaze up. he still looked at you tenderly, in a way you both had never looked at each other before. as far as you knew.

"same thing tomorrow?" he asked.

all you could do was nod, as you watched the boy you thought you hated left you feeling hopeful in the quiet dance studio.

regulus black will forever be a french ballet dancer in my mind. also, i would totally do a part two for this, but i don't even know what the part two would entail? hope you loved my enemies to lovers ballerinas <3.

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one thing abt me is i'm always gonna tell ppl regulus black is my fav hp character and they're always like who's that and i just walk away

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CARE — remus lupin

summary: after a long day of work, you feel yourself coming down with something. luckily, you married the most generous man in the world.

pairings: remus lupin x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

notes: PLEASE send in marauders and golden era requests i want to write for them so bad but i suck ass at coming up with my own ideas :/

moony reads is exactly what you and remus have dreamed of your entire lives. who wouldn't want to run a hole in the wall bookstore in the middle of notting hill with your true love? however, there's always a kink in the road.

you and remus met at albus university getting english degrees you both knew you'd probably never use. you fell in love over oscar wilde, the brontë sisters, and the horrific original poems professor slughorn used to read at the commencement of every lecture.

but before magical love always comes pining.

and remus was in deep as soon as he saw you.

the first class you had ever had together was romantic literature of the 19th century. when going through the gauntlet of choosing courses, this class had been your top pick, so you were elated to find it in your schedule.

remus, however, was not. don't get it wrong, the boy loved the works they would be reading. jane austen made him fall in love with english in secondary school. but it was an 8 am. remus could not stand 8 am classes.

that was until he walked in on the first week and saw you. you sat there reading anna karenina, filling the margins with your thoughts in ink. he was enamored instantly. the way you chewed your lip as you focused on the classic, the way your hair fell over your face, even the large, shapeless yet comfy sweater you wore appealed to him.

there was even an open seat next to you! did remus sit in it? no. he did not.

what he did do was rant on and on to his roommates about you. he praised your intelligence and your obvious love for literature to his listening friends.

"maybe you should try sitting next to her next class," james said.

maybe i will, is what remus thought.

the next time he had romantic literature of the 19th century, he arrived perky as ever ready to sit next to the person of his dreams. and there, sitting in the seat he imagined actually speaking to you, maybe confessing his love, maybe proposing, maybe sacrificing his first born for your requited love, was a boy named... chad.

yes. chad. remus lupin's greatest adversary in his second semester of uni was a boy named chad.

remus never ended up speaking to you in romantic literature of the 19th century. he took chad's presence as a sign that you weren't the one.

next year, as a second year, remus took on the most dreaded course of any english student at albus. explorations of poetry, taught by slughorn.

he dreaded this class more than any 8 am he had ever had. he dreaded it so much that he arrived to the lecture late on the very first day. only one more seat in the hall remained. right next to you.

as remus slowly sat down, you turned and smiled shyly at him. remus will swear forever that he almost went into cardiac arrest at that moment.

this moment with remus was not your first impression of him. you had been noticing the boy ever since that romance class last year as well. as chad would drone on and on about his trust fund or his newest designer watch, you gaze would always travel to the boy in the thick wool sweaters with the unruly dirty blonde hair. you found that you loved his voice in that class. the way he would talk about the intricacies of love and romance was almost pornographic to your ears.

so when he sat next to you in that torturous poetry lecture, you decided to shoot whatever shot you had.

"hey, are you remus from mcgonagall's class last year?" you asked with a fast beating heart and softly blushed cheeks.

"yeah, yeah. y/n, right?"

the remainder of that lesson was spent passing notes between the two of you as slughorn tormented the class with his dreadful prose. by the end of class your cheeks hurt from smiling at the cute boy, and his heart had grown six sizes at the possibility of having a chance with you.

"um, y/n," remus said as everyone packed their bags to escape from slughorn's lecture hall, "i don't have any classes on wednesdays, so i was kinda wondering if you would want to do a study... date?"

your smile grew beyond what you knew was humanly possible. you eagerly agreed to the study date (even though you did have classes on wednesday but they can be skipped), and the rest was history.

after two years of dating, you and remus graduated from uni ready to go out into the professional world. however, the professional world isn't often kind.

you and remus were working jobs that bored both of you endlessly when you took a walk through notting hill. the quintessential london neighborhood was your favorite spot for a casual stroll in rare clear weather. posted on the door of a small, thin townhouse was a "for sale" sign. usually, you would've overlooked this and continued walking. but you were unsatisfied with your current life and the place was so insanely small it wouldn't cost a billion pounds.

on a whim, you and remus decided to throw everything into buying the skinny three story townhouse. and on your first day inside, he knelt down on one knee and proposed.

a thousand seemingly endless renovations and an intimate summer wedding later, moony reads was finally open for business. it was the perfect time to open a quaint bookstore in notting hill, as the holiday gift rush was starting, and tourisits came to london for the winter season.

it turns out to not be the perfect time for you. remus had to visit his family's cottage today, so the store was left in your care. you could close up shop and go up the stairs of the townhome to you and remus's apartment at any time, but the customers wouldn't stop coming.

what did stop coming was the heat.

notting hill is an old neighborhood with old houses, so it shouldn't be a surprise when things break. but it is quite unpleasant when the weather outside is close to freezing, your heating system is cold, and customers keep opening the door to the outside. by the end of the workday, you felt sneezy, sniffly, and chilled to your bones.

once upstairs in the apartment, you made a cup of tea (which was guzzled without care for the burn on your tongue), and hid under the blankets of your bed.

around 9 pm, remus returned home to find it freezing cold. he checked the thermostat to find it shut off, groaning as the one thing needed in london winters broke.

immediately worried for his wife, remus darts through the small house to find you cuddled under a heavy pile of blankets with a pink nose and a halo of tissues around you.

"darling," he softly nudges you through the thick armor of blankets, "i need you to wake up so i can get you some medicine."

you let out a dramatic moan as you're brought back into consciousness by your husband. your head hurts, you have shivers, your nose is running. you just feel like shit.

"no, remus." your stubbornness comes out at the thought of being the helpless one in your relationship. "i'm really not that bad. i'll just call the landlord tomorrow. it'll be fine-"

cue coughing fit.

"sorry, sweetheart. not happening." remus is already moving towards the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for cough syrup.

"i'll call the landlord, and give you this medicine, and make you amazing chicken noodle soup tomorrow, and take care of everything in the bookstore." remus speaks in a no-nonsense tone that makes his word final.

"i love you and i'm not having you die over a common cold because you're too stubborn to let me help you."

"but-" you try to argue.

"nope. just let me take care of you," he says while leaning down to press a tender kiss to your warm forehead.

after you give a melodramatic performance of downing the disgustingly flavored cough syrup (which he rolls his eyes and grins at), remus pulls on pajamas, grabs you more blankets, and crawls under the covers to provide you with more body heat.

he has to sush your protests of not wanting him to get sick, but after that, laying in his arms is peaceful. as the strong medicine forces you into deep slumber, you thank your lucky stars for giving you this gift of a man that will care for you with all of his heart.

don't come for me if i got something wrong abt british culture but this is actually cute i think. also, can you tell i read you deserve each other and i'm obsessed with soft married couples rn.

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VOWS TO YOU — jacaerys velaryon

summary:

jacaerys overhears his mother’s plans to betroth him to his cousin, so he takes matters into his own hands and decides his own fate with you.

pairings: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

wc: 1k

notes: this is probably gonna be shit but i just wanted to write something little on this weird ass app for once

pleasant is not a word jacaerys would use to describe his family’s return to the red keep. the disrespect brought upon his mother was painfully obvious due to the lack of welcoming back to the castle.

jace knew his position and purpose for being here. it was to support his mother and his brother as they fought for the right of lucerys’s succession. jace also knew that this trial could potentially block his path to becoming king one day.

the whole situation was too stressful for the young man.

so, he sought out peace in the one place he knew the red keep would be quiet: the godswood.

he was surprised to find his mother as well as his great-aunt conversing there.

“i’ll make you an offer,” he heard his mother desperately call out to rhaenys. his mother never sounds desperate. he knew this would not be good.

“back luke’s claim,” rhaenyra proposed, “and let us betroth laena’s children to mine.”

jace’s heart dropped to his stomach. his feet began moving before his mind made sense of where he was going.

before he knew it, he was panting in front of the doors to his mother’s chamber, knocking frantically on the fine wood.

upon seeing the young prince outside the door, you pulled him by the arm into the room and slammed the door shut.

“what is troubling you, my prince?” you asked, placing comforting hands on his flushed cheeks.

jace’s eyes seemed to carry sorrow and a certain franticness that worried you. while jace did share his anxieties and unrests with you occasionally, he was usually much more contented when being around you.

you had known jace from the moment you were born. your mother has always been a loyal handmaiden to princess rhaenyra, and the two so happened to be pregnant at the same exact time. jace was born two days before you, with the help of your mother. two days later, his mother oversaw your birth to ensure your mother received all the care she needed.

your childhood was spent among the crowd of servants’ children in the palace. you carried out your studies alongside the children of maesters, maids and common knights, but you always found yourself coming back to the eldest prince jacaerys.

thankfully, his mother approved of your friendship. however, both of you did not know if she would approve of your relationship that had gone far past friendship.

"my mother," jace started, "she wants to betroth me to baela velaryon."

in that moment, you felt as though all your senses had taken a break and left you without any defense from the world. what about us, you thought.

"listen to me, y/n," jace gripped onto your arm with a freshly determined expression. "tonight, i am going to come to your chambers and together we are going to the rocks behind the red keep. and i will wed you."

"what?!" you hissed back. "jace, that is- we cannot do this!"

"but we can. if i wed you tonight, my mother will accept it. i know she will."

"what about your brother? i'm assuming this proposal to baela has something to do with your brother's claim."

"our marriage wouldn't be an insult to house velaryon if my mother never even knew it were happening."

you stared into jace’s eyes with every bit of love you had ever felt for this man. he was kind, loving, and wanted to wed you. king’s landing was a bitter and cruel place, but jace had always been there for you; to hold you as you shed tears, to kiss you senseless when you felt inadequate, to give you words of love when life felt helpless

“please,” jace pleaded.

your lover also had the most convincing puppy dog eyes of any targaryen royal.

so, moments later, you were searching for your nicest white dress from your chambers (a cream summer gown that you would be utterly freezing in the cool night air) while jace found an ordained servant that could keep a secret.

as soon as you were clothed in your thin white dress, jace silently led you by hand through the quiet castle. you eventually went down a corridor you had never seen before, which jace had discovered in his younger days with lucerys.

at the end of the corridor, a steep flight of stone stairs ran out the very back of the red keep. you and your prince descended the stairs with a giddy pace and were met with the face of your last-minute minister standing in the mossy rocks. sea was spraying over the boulders you stood on as waves crashed nearby. the stars were bright and unobscured by the lights of king’s landing. the moon was a slim crescent, slightly lighting the sides of your faces.

it was perfect.

you and jace stood in front of the borrowed servant and gently held hands. your minister spoke slowly and monotonously, as if he was uninterested in your secret union, but it didn’t matter. after tonight, you and the prince would be bonded in love and blood. forever.

at the end of the ceremony, you pressed your forehead to jace’s and a soft grin spread across your lips.

“jacaerys velaryon, i vow to love you until my last breath is stolen from me by the stranger. i vow to fight for our love in the face of adversity. i vow to serve as a loyal and trusting lady wife.”

jace couldn’t even make it to vocalizing his promises of love to you before sweeping you into a kiss of passion. his hands gripped around your waste, warming you with the heat of his embrace. you could hear the servant you brought to lead the wedding ascending the stairs. you just hoped he wouldn’t spread the news until tomorrow.

when jace decided he was done with his bruising and wonderful kiss, he swept you off your feet and spun you as you giggled with the glee of being a wife.

“my lady y/n. i am yours and only yours. until my last breath is stolen by the stranger. you are my stars and my sun and my moon. my anchor and my wings. these are my vows to you.”

hi, this is the first thing i’ve ever written on this app and this draft had been saved forever. you can send in requests but i can’t promise that i’ll be reliable as i still don’t rlly know how to use tumblr tbh. <3