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I cometh to thee with a vision: argue "a dusty attic" and "I kind of like the secretiveness." with our darling Peculiar Pandora?

writing this healed me actually, thank you so much to you and every pandora anon<33 she is indeed our darling peculiar pandora

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i will ARGUE for prompt "a dusty attic" and "I kind of like the secretiveness" with pandora

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cw: established but secret relationship, alluded to reader being a sacred 28, implied bad parental relationships and home situations, bittersweet fluff, hopeful ending

wc: 1k

However cliche it might be, the attic truly was the best place to meet up in the Rosier manor.

In a household so policed that despite three years of friendship and a lifetime of knowing each other, you were only ever allowed within its walls when your parents were meeting with the Rosier family heads, it was best to do away in corners. And their attic was all corners, angled and wooden, cowering yet welcoming.

In the middle of it, the top of her head just barely avoiding the dark roof, stood Pandora, your Pandora, white hair perfectly complementary to the spiderwebs she was currently observing.

“Hi, Dora,” you whispered as you closed the hatch behind you carefully, murmuring a spell that would give you ample warning if someone was to come near it.

Her head turned around slowly, not at all alerted by the sound, as if she knew you were there already. The look in her eyes wasn’t any less excited, though.

“Trinket,” she greeted warmly, soft smile appleing her cheeks. As you stepped closer, you noticed the faint dust of freckles beginning to emerge over them, a gift from the summer sun. “I am glad to have you near again.”

She always spoke in such an interesting manner, one that never ceased to draw you in. You took the final step towards her, hands settling firmly and reverently on the tops of her hips and squeezing slightly in greeting. “Yes, I am, too, glad that the Malfoys have fucked up to the extent where our parents feel the need to bitch about it together.”

Pandora was entirely unfazed by your crude language. To be fair, she was already well-accustomed to Barty. She merely nodded and tilted her head to look at you. Whenever her eyes settled into you, you had a deep sensation of being seen, observed so closely that your physical being probably reveals more than you are aware.

You didn’t mind it – not when it was her.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmured, trying to not sound hopelessly pathetic while simultaneously not really caring if you do. “Summer's too long without you.”

“Only one more summer, my crystal.” Pandora stepped closer and let her hands come up to brush over your cheeks, a featherlight barely-there touch that you keened towards wanting just a little more – until her palms settled on your cheeks firmly and pulled your forehead to rest against hers. You breathed a sigh of relief. “Our future is around the corner. It will be worth the wait.”

“Well, of course you’re worth the wait,” you muttered, almost petulantly. “I just resent the wait nonetheless. And our parents.”

“No one could shame you for that, I suppose.” Never one to remain still, Pandora’s hands slipped further back on your cheeks, fingers tangling in your hair and scratching against your scalp. “Not that I am one to shame you for anything.”

The breath of a laugh that escaped you at her admittance was promptly pressed against her lips as you seized the kiss you had been aching for all week. Her piercings were cool against your skin, further intoxicating you as you let your hands slip around her back to hold her against you, enraptured and captured by her.

Pandora was an excellent kisser, equal parts give and take, slow and soft. You were breathless when you pulled away to lean your forehead back against hers. 

“One day, I will do that when we’re not hidden away in an attic.” It was a solemn vow, although your tone was light, coaxing forth the smile on her lips. You received what you wanted – and even a prompt kiss to the tip of your nose.

“It’s an endearing attic, isn’t it though?” Pandora squeezed your face once more before stepping just barely out of your grasp to walk towards the stream of sun that came in through the circular window, dust particles highlighted in it like glitter. She reached her fingers out to dance through the light and you were once again reminded that she was something otherworldly. “There are, of course, more places I would like to find endearing – but our little attic has been a kind companion.”

Your heart clenched with both love and an ache for more freedom. Your brows furrowed slightly as you followed after her, watching her rings shine in the sun as they participated in a choreography you weren’t even sure Pandora could decipher.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” you asked, not wishing for her displeasure, but wanting to understand. “To be stowed away up here whenever we wish to meet?”

She shrugged, looking around the attic in amusement before her face turned towards yours once more. “I kind of like the secretiveness. I have Evan. I have you. What else could I need?”

Pandora had a way of conceptualising and phrasing her sentiments that left no air in your lungs and no questions up for debate. Her truth was so personal yet so universal, you were wrapped up in her to no end. 

Though your desire to wrap her up and run away with her this instant was no less insistent, you did soften at her words. She must have noticed, because her hand reached out to capture your own, fingers gently and messily intertwining, hanging between you delicately. Her eyes were trained on yours again, seeing all of you. 

“Our future is right around the corner.” She repeated it slowly, wanting you to hear. “It is beautiful.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed her hand, smiling wetly. “You are beautiful, my love.”

Pandora used her grip on you to pull you into the light with her. She smiled as you instinctively went in for another kiss. “My dearest trinket,” she whispered, hand on your cheek once more. Home. “There will always be an attic for us – but there will also be houses and gardens and streets and hearts.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut, wishing her every word and every want into existence as you sealed it with another kiss.

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Me on my way to go on the x reader tab to fulfill my fictional fantasies

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Safe with You - Regulus Black x potter! reader

a/n: THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT. (6558 words)

warnings: mention of abuse, smoking, hurt/comfort, kissing, background wolfstar and (barely mentioned) rosekiller

You didnt remember a time where Regulus Black didnt hate you.

Being James Potters younger sibling, most of his friends were also yours, so when sirius started talking about how much he hates his family , including Regulus you didnt question it much, but you never really had anything against him personally.

But it didnt help that, from the beginning of yours and Regulus first year he was pretty much a dickhead. He made it a point to be better than everyone and to tell them so. 

That started a rivalry between the both of you. Battleing for top of the class. 

All of this only got worse when, in the middle of the winter holidays in your 5th year, Sirius appeared at your doorstep, bleeding and asking for help.

After that point Regulus made sure to show you how much he hated you even more.

You just assumed that he hated you because of your family. Blood-traitors. 

In the beginning of your 6th year you had started to sneak away onto the astronomy  tower a lot of nights. 

It was nice up here. Quiet. You found solitude from the stressful schoolday and your Brother and his friends. You loved them, of course. But it was a lot of pressure. Most people just saw you as James sibling. And they expected you to be like him. It was honestly really exhausting.

Your parents didnt help a lot either. As much as they said they loved you equally, you always felt like James and now Sirius were more important to them. You were just the perfect little sibling. You were quiet and you had good grades so they didnt need to worry much about you. You felt neglected. But you also understood them. James didnt try as much in school, concentraiting more on pranks than homework and Sirius obviously had a lot to deal with because of his past.

So you snuck away when everyone was sleeping. In your pyjamas and a jacket you quiely left the common room and went to he astronomy tower. 

When you arrived you didnt pay much attention to your surroundings and so you didnt notice the other person that was sitting against the outside wall of the tower. You had already pulled out the pack of cigarettes that you had nicked from Sirius a week prior and were beginning to light it when you stepped against the railing. 

Taking a drag and pulling the cigarette away from your mouth you finally heard shuffling behind you. You quickly turn your head, scared that you're gonna find a prefect, or worse, Filch behind you. But instead you see a boy sitting a few meters away from you, his back to the wall of the tower, his dark hair covering his face. 

"Sorry i didnt realize someone was here." 

He finally looks up at you and you finally see his face.

"Black? The fuck are you doing here?" Your voice is a mix of confusion and annoyance at he fact that your solitide was disturbed by him of all people.

"I could ask you he same thing Potter." His voice was quiet and annoyed. Like he didnt want to deal with this right now. He sounded exhausted.

And at a second glance he looked it too. He had dark bags under his eyes and if you looked closely you could see a bruise at the side of his face. You didnt remember seeing it earlier during potions class but maybe he had covered it with magic. 

You had the urge to comment on it but remembered all the things thatt sirius would tell you about his parents and you had a feeling it had something to do with that. And that was a topic that you were sure wouldnt end well.

So you settled on "You look like shit."

He didnt answer and only looked at you even more annoyed. 

Shrugging, you simply looked away from him and lifted your cigarette back to your lips.

Regulus didnt move from his spot, so you assumed that he didnt care much that you were there.

You didnt feel like standing any longer, so you sat against the same wall regulus was sat against, now only a meter between the two of you. afer a few seconds you held out the pack of cigarettes to him .

"want one?" 

He took one without a word and you handed him your lighter when he put it beween his lips.

After that the two of you sat in silence looking at the nightsky. After almost 30 minutes of sitting in silence, you slowly moved to stand up.

"Well... I better go to bed. goodnight Black." 

You had only taken a step or two when Regulus spoke up for the first time since you got there.

"If you tell anyone i was here, you're dead potter."

You turn to him with a small smile.

"I wont. If i did i would have to tell them that i was here."

With that you left, leaving regulus confused on why you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were there. He left shortly after you did.

That night started a routine of you going up to the tower to find regulus either already there or arriving a few minutes later. You would sit in silence together, smoking a cigarette or two, before leaving again. Neither of you ever talked much.

During the day both of you acted like you always did. Like you werent sitting next to each other in almost friendly silence a few hours prior.

You never told your brother or any of your friends about it.

At some point you had started to talk to him instead of just sitting in silence. Not much. And certainly not anything of sustance. Mostly just complaining about professors and homework. But he never complained about it. He never said anything to be honest. He just sat and listened in silence. This continued almost every night unil the winter holidays.

You were standing on platform 9 3/4 with your family and Sirius, saying goodbye to your parents when you noticed Sirius glaring at something past your head. Turning around you see Regulus and his parents. Regulus looked even more exhausted than usual and even from the distance you could see him tensing up as his father put his hand on Regulus shoulder.

Something had happened over the holydays, you could tell.

James voice ripped you out of your thoughts. "Hey what are you two staring at?"

"Nothing." 

You answer immediately, turning back around and hugging your parents one last time. 

"Come on or we'll miss the train." 

That night during dinner you kept catching yourself looking at Regulus. Each time you seemed to notice a new reason to worry.

First how tense he seemed, then his eyebags, worse than you've ever seen them, how he fully ignored all his friends, how he made sure that his hair was alwas covering his left cheekbone and temple, how he seemed to constantly have a hand holding his ribs.

At one point you cought his eyes, giving him the slightest smile, hoping no one else caught it. 

You mouthed 'astronomy tower' hoping that he saw it, before turning back to your friends to answer the question that Marlene had just asked.

That night when you arrived at the tower Regulus was already there, sitting with his back against the wall and his head down, just like he first time you met him there. 

But this time when you sat next to him and he looked up at you, you could see the tears in his eyes threatening to fall. Without a word you pulled him into a hug, his head laying against your shoulder, and just held him as his tears finally spilled.

He didnt make a sound, he just silently let his tears fall. And you held him through it.

It took him about 20 minutes before he pulled away from you. He didn dare look into your face, just sitting right next to you staring at the stars.

After a minute or so of you observing his face you finally asked softly.

"What happened?"  

He didnt say anything for a few seconds. He didnt react at all. You thought maybe he didnt hear you but right as you opened you mouth to ask again, he finally answered.

"How much has Sirius told you about our family?" His voice was quiet and broken.

"A lot. He's told us pretty much anything they would do to him." 

He took a deep breath before he talked again, still refusing to look at you.

"When he was still there, they never really did anything to me. But when he left..." He swallowed "they needed someone else to blame all their problems on. They started to find faults in me. I pretty much became Sirius replacement. When they were angry they let it out on me. The night he left was the worst. I had begged him too stay. But he didnt. He just left me there. And they let all their anger about the situation out on me."

 His voice was shaky and quiet. He sounded unsure if he should be telling you this.

You honestly were surprised that he told you this. Even if you had been "hanging out" for almost half a year now. You didnt think he trusted you like this. And he proboaly didnt.

"Regulus.." His name left your mouth in a whisper. You had never called him by his first name before. 

Hearing his name out of your mouth finally made him look at you.

You slowly grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "I'm so sorry.." 

His gaze drifted from you face to your now joined hands. You expected him to pull his hand away but he just looked away at the stars again.

Neither of you said anything else.

That night was a turning point for both of you.

You stopped being hateful to each other in public. You werent friendly either. It was a silent truce. Your rivalry for top of the class was still there but it was less hateful.

Your nightly meetings slowly turned into talking about feelings. He told you about his friends, the few that were actually decent. Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr and Pandora Lestrange. Those were the three that actually semed pretty nice. According to Regulus they didnt really care that much about blood  status, Regulus didnt either. He had learned a lot from Sirius perspective, he was just way more scared of their parents, so he hid his opinions. 

You told him about your family problems, even though they were miniscule in comparison. About how you always felt like you stood in james shadow. 

Over time you and Regulus had come to a point were you honestly considered each other friends.

You still didnt tell any of your friends or you brother about it. You knew they wouldnt take it well.

But all of them noticed a change in you. How you seemed happier.

"Are you dating someone?" 

You nearly choked on your food, when Marlene asked that all of the sudden during dinner. 

"What?!" All conversation between your friends had halted as they all looked at you expectantly. "No! Why would you think that?" 

James looked stupidly relieved at that. He never liked the thought of you dating someone. 

It was Sirius that answered your question.

"Oh, c'mon. Even a blind person can see that you act different." You just looked at him confused. so he clarified. "You are so much happier, you constantly smile at nothing, you zone out. You're either dating someone or you have a big fat crush on someone. So go on. Spill." 

Your eyes widen in shock. Had you really been that obvious? Yes ,during the past few months you may have developed a little cush on the younger Black. But c'mon that obvious? 

But obviously you couldnt tell your friends that. Especially not Sirius and James. They would die of a heart attack on the spot.

"Do you really think if i had a crush on someone i wouldnt tell any of you? Not even Marlene or Lilly?" That was a good safe. Because yes, you usually told the girl pretty much every detail of your life. Even when you had a crush on Remus back in 4th year before you knew that he was gay. And very much in love with Sirius.

Sirius deflated on that. "Yea.. i guess that is true."

They finally picked up their previous conversations and you stole a quick glance at the slytherin table. But instead of Regulus eyes you met those of Evan Rosier. 

He had his eyes already on you and winked at you with a sly grin when our eyes met. Next to him Regulus had noticed that exchange and hit Evan in the side with his elbow. You looked at them confused as Regulus angrily whispered something to Evan who just laughed in reply.

Had Regulus told them? You made a mental note to ask him that night.

When your eyes finally went back to your friends you met Remus eyes who just lifted one eyebrow and smiled knowingly at you. 

You ignored him and went back to eating.

Later that evening you were sat in the common room doing potions homework when Remus excused himself from the boys to walk over to you. You looked up at him for a second as he sat down next to you before going back to writing. 

"You know, at some point they're gonna find out." 

"I have no idea what you're talking about Rem." He couldnt know. Right?

"Yea you do. You know, you're lucky that i'm the one that keeps the map most nights."

At that you froze. Your quill a few centimeters over your parchment. 

The map. 

Shit.

How did you forget about that.

Remus noticed your stressed facial expression. 

"They dont know. I havent told them dont worry. " You relaxed a little at that. "But you know its only a matter of time before one of them finds out."

You let out a breath that you didnt realize you were holding before putting down your quill, frowning at the spot of ink on you parchment, that had dripped from the quil. 

"How long have you known?" 

"Right before The holidays." 

"Rem that is so long! Why didnt you tell me that you know?!" You whisper yelled to make sure none of the other boys heard you.

"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready."

Your face softens. Of course. You dont answer.

"Sooooooo... you want to talk about it? He sure has you happy so he clearly cant be that bad." He says with a smile.

"You have no idea." You grin.

That conversation led to an almost 1 hour long talk of you talking about Regulus. How nice he is. How attractive, because god did you find him attractive. You told him about Regulus friends. How you think that at least Evan knows. Why Regulus is actually mad at Sirius. Everything. Because you knew that Remus wouldnt tell anyone. He has always been good at keeping secrets.

"You are so whipped for him, oh my god.." He told you at the end of your rant with a small chuckle.

You felt your face get hot. "Oh fuck off. Like you arent evenly as whipped for Sirius."

"Oh low blow." You just stuck out your toungue at him in response.

Remus then got a little more serious again. "Are you gonna tell him that you like him?"

You bit the inside of your lip. "I dont know Rem. I dont think he likes me like that and i dont wanna destroy something good yk."

"Yea i know what you mean." He looks over at Sirius.

You change the topic slightly. "So, uhh.. take the map tonight?"

He looks back at you with a grin. "Yea i got it. I'm gonna go back to the others. You finish that homework before you leave tonight."

"Yea, yea, whatever."

That night your walk to the astronomy tower is interrupted.

"Oi Potter!" You stop and turn around in surprise to see a ginning Evan Rosier.

"Rosier? What do you want?" 

"Oh nothing really" He is a bad liar. "Where're you headed to after curfew?"

You narrow your eyes at him. "I dont see why that is any of your business."

He knows. And you know that.

"Alright fine. I know you're meeting with Reg." You sigh and turn back around to continue your walk to the tower.  Evan quickly follows you.

"Listen, Reg kinda let it slip that you guys have been meeting up." 

"Okay? That still doesnt answer why youre talking to me right now."

"Well our Reggie seems pretty over the moon with you so i wanted to see for myself. He likes you you know. Like a lot." He is grinning from ear too ear now. 

But its what he said that makes you pause in your steps for a second. 

"What?"

"Oh yea, boy is smitten." He grins but immediately notices his mistake and his smile drops. "No wait. Forget i said that. You didnt hear anything okay?"

Your face is flushed now. Did Evan just tell you that Regulus likes you? Like... Like liked you?

"Uhm- Right."

"But just hypothetically... if you did hear something.... Would that something be reciprocated or not? Because if it was i wouldnt feel so bad for you hypothetically hearing something."

You dont even know what to say to that. You really didnt want to tell Evan about your crush on Regulus. Sure he trusts Evan but you really didnt know the guy.

"None of your business Rosier." You start walking again, while Evan just stays were he is. 

"Im taking that as a yes. Dont tell Reg that i hypothetically told you that. Im not ready to die yet." 

"Whatever Rosier!"

Your thoughts are racing. Regulus likes you. Except Evan is just trying to mess with you. But that doesnt seem like something he would do. Atleast not from what Regulus told you.

You are so in thought that you almost dont notice Regulus waiting when you reach the top of the tower.

You only snap out of it when you hear him call your name. 

"You good?"

"Hm? Oh yea. Sorry, just thinking." You sit down next to him, like always and pull out your pack of cigarettes. You kept stealing them from Sirius and he kept wondering how they keep dissappearing.

"About?" 

"Rosier just talked to me." You werent gonna tell him about the hypothetical thing Evan told you. But you were definetely gonna talk to him about the fact that Evan knew.

"Evan? Why?" He reached over, pulling a cigarette out of your pack without asking.

"He knows?" Was all you answered as you pull your lighter out of your jacket.

Regulus laughed nervously. "Uh- yea, i mightve slipped up on that. Sorry. I swear he wont tell anyone." 

"Its fine, you can tell your friends as long as they keep it to themselfs." You lift your lighter to light your own cigarette, when Regulus suddenly leans into your space to light his cigarette at the same time as yours. His face only centimeters away from yours. 

You flush. Fuck that was hot. He leans back with a slight grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Any of your friends know?" He asks as if he didnt just do that. Fucker.

"Well.. Remus knows. I didnt tell him. He figured it out on his own." You stammer out. 

Goddamn it. 

"Lupin? Makes sense. Hes smart. He knows everything." 

"Yea except for the fact that Sirius is painfully obvious in love with him. Thats the one thing he doesnt seem to notice."

"Wait what?" He seems confused. Shit. Did you just out Sirius to his brother? You thought he knew.

"Did- Did you not know Sirius is gay?"

"No, that much is obvious." Oh thank god. "I meant, Those two arent a couple?"

That makes you laugh. 

"No! They've been in love with each other for years but are the only ones that havent realized it yet."

Regulus is both surprised and amused by that information.

"They had me fooled. I thought they've been together for forever." He's barely holding back his laughter.

"Nope just incedibly dense. Both of them." 

Neither of you can stop the laughter at that point.

You think that this might be the most genuine laughter and smile you've ever seen from Regulus. 

Your laughter dies down a little as you look at him. His head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open in a bright grin as he laughs. He looks beautiful.

You just stare for a few seconds, with a soft smile on your face.

He stops laughing and notices your staring.

"What?" He asks, smile still on his face.

"You're Beautiful." You answer without thinking about it.

When you see his pale face flush a light pink shade in surprise you realize what you just said and look away in embarrassment.

"I- Uh- I mean.." Fuckfuckfuck. Why did you just say that. Its true yea, but still. Oh my god. You are such an idiot.

"So are you." Those three words are all it takes for your rambling thoughts to dissapper fully. 

Brain empty.

You look back at him. His face is still a little pink but he has a little smile adorning his lips.

You dont know what to answer so you just stare in silence. Evans words from earlier come back to your mind.

Well our Reggie seems pretty over the moon with you ,so i wanted to see for myself. He likes you you know. Like a lot.

FUCK. You are a goner at this point.

Luckily for you Regulus seems to notice your inner turmoil and changes the conversation to something easier without a second thought.

"So, did you finish that potions homework yet?"

You are honestly thankful thatt he is just able to do that. Make you think about something else.

But for the rest of the night, hell for the rest of the week all you can think about is that moment.

The next day all your friends can tell that you are even more in thought than usual but they know better than to press on it.

Except for Remus. Between classes he pulls you aside to ask what happened. You tell him everything. 

From Evans slip up to Regulus calling you beautiful.

"Thats great! To me thats a clear sign that he likes you too." 

"But Rem what if i'm misinterpreting?!"

"You literally have confirmation from his best friend."

You dont have more time to talk about it because both of you have to get to your next classes.

But you keep thinking about the whole thing.

You could tell that something had changed between Regulus and you. Not in a bad way, you dont think.

You caught him looking at you more often. During meals, during class, during your meetings. You noticed because you were also looking at him more often. 

Eye contact for a few seconds to long and smiling before one of you would look away.

This went on for about two weeks. How often had you thought about kissing him during those two weeks? You had lost count. 

Then one night, Regulus had just made a joke that you had both laughed at for far to long, and when you finally stopped you realized how close you faces had gotten. 

Regulus had noticed too.

You were staring at each other, you eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back up. Your tongue darting out to wet your lips in a nervous tick as you caught his eyes looking at your lips too.

You subconciously moved even closer, noses now centimeters away from brushing against each other.

Regulus is the one that asks in almost a whisper "Can I kiss you?"

You cant get any words out so you simply nod your head ever so slightly.

Regulus leans towards you, closing the gap between you in a soft kiss. 

Its not heated, not rushed, its slow, soft and full with emotions.

Its perfect.

When you part, neither of want to fully pull back. Your noses still almost touching.

After a few second you gain your voice back and admit in a whisper.

"I really like you Regulus"

"Merlin I would hope so." He answers with chuckle. "I like you too."

You lean in to kiss him again. 

And again.

The rest of that night included a lot more kisses. As well as a talk about what you you were to each other. You were glad about that. Not knowing would have killed you probably.

You both came to the conclusion that you wouldnt be telling people (Except the ones that you trusted) but that you are in fact dating.

You wished that you could stay like that all night but unfortunately both of you needed sleep.

"Goodnight Reg" 

You kissed him one more time before starting to walk away, his hand in yours as long  as you could.

"Goodnight mon cherie." You smiled to yourself all the way back to your dorm.

The next morning Remus knew. He just knew it from one look at you. You were honestly so glad that he knew and you were able to tell him everything.

The last few months until summer went well. Hang outs, kisses and talking. Regulus also at some point properly introduced you to Evan. Honestly the two of you hit it of really well. 

The closer summer got, the more nervous both you and Regulus got. 

He would have to go back to his parents and you wouldnt be able to write each other without his parents asking questions.

You spent the last night before summer in eachothers arms, telling him to be careful. You didnt want to part from each other but reluctantly did so right before sunrise with a long, loving kiss.

That morning both of you kept stealing glances at each other, Remus doing his best to ease your worries.

On the platform you barely had enough time to see Regulus dissappear with his parents.

"You coming?" You turned around at James question.

"Yeah."

The first half of the summer was pretty uneventful, even though you still worried about Regulus.

For the second half, Remus had joined your family.

A week later you were helping your mother prepare dinner when you heard a soft knock on your front door.

Confused you turned toward Euphemia.

"Are we expecting someone mum?"

"Not that i know of. Would you mind checking who it is darling?"

"Sure." You quickly put down the plate you were previously holding and went to answer the door.

On the other side was the last person you expected to see. 

"Reggie?" Your voice filled with worry and almost a whisper. 

Regulus looked bad. Almost worse than Sirius when he appeared at your doorsttep a year and a half prior. He was bleeding and bruised, and looked like he was minutes away from keeling over.

His eyes met yours, filled with tears that were steadily flowing down his cheeks.

"I didnt know were else to go..." His voice was hoarse like he had been screaming and shaky from crying.

Before he had even finished his sentence he had stepped towards you, nearly falling into your arms. You hugged him back while pulling him back into the house with you with a small "cmon..".

Inside you let go of him, carefully guiding him into the living room and onto your couch only stopping near the kitchen to yell to your mother.

"Mum! We need the healing kit!"

Your mother immediately stuck her head out the kitchen door to see what was going on.

"Oh dear." She quickly left to get the kit.

Meanwhile you had carefully sat Regulus onto your couch,sitting next to him and holding his hand, scared that hugging would hurt him. You didnt need to ask what had happened. That much was pretty obvious.

"Regulus." You urged him to look at you with a small squeeze of your hand. "Hey.. Its gonna be okay. Your safe now. I promise."

He didnt answer but layed his forehead onto your shoulder and squezed you hand back. He was still crying although not as hysterically anymore.

Euphemia entered the room, healing kit in hand and carefully sat infront of Regulus on the floor. You had done this before so she knew to be careful as not to scare him.

"Regulus right?" Her voice was soft and quiet as if she was talking to a scared animal. He didnt react so you nodded at your mother to confirm that she had the right name.

"Regulus, I'm gonna heal you now. But i have to touch you for that. Is that alright with you?"

Regulus nodded ever so slightly with his head still against your shoulder. Euphemia caught the slight movement and immediately started to examine the extent of his injuries before starting to heal them one by one. It would take a while and she wouldnt be able to heal all of them fully right that moment. It had been the same with Sirius.

You quietly soothed him through all of it. Continuing to hold his hand, your thumb stroking over the back of his hands while you whispered comforting words into his ear.

Unfortunately in the middle of all this our brother and Sirius had decided to make their entrance.

"Hey mum, is dinner almost ready?" James asked while he and Sirius came down the stairs.

But before Euhemia could answer you heard both boys exclaim at the same time.

"What the fuck??!"

"Regulus?!"

Both of you looked up at them at the same time. Regulus face still stained with tears and blood.

Sirius made his way over in a instant, sitting beside your mother and grasping Regulus other hand in his bigger ones. His eyes were filled with worry. Of course they were. Even if him and Regulus werent on good terms, he was still his brother. And seeing him like that made him fall back into that role within seconds.

"Shit, what happened?? Did they..??" He didnt finish his sentence. He didnt have to. Because he also knew. 

Regulus started tearing up again and turned his head towards you to try and hide it.

You instantly hugged him against you in comfort, your second hand reaching up to the back of his head to cradle it against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"Sssh, its okay Reg." Your face pressed against the side of his head a told him that.

Your eyes met James over Regulus head. He just stood there perplexed. Not only was Regulus fucking Black bleeding in his living room, but he also cuddled up close to his sister like they were close.

You knew that you had a lot of explaining to do later, but right now you had different priorities.

So you ignored James and continued talking to Reglulus in a quite voice to help him calm down, occasionally pressing little kisses to his temple and hair.

When your mother was done, she slowly got up. "I'll leave you guys alone for a bit. If you need something just call." 

She left the room at the same time as Remus entered, having come down to see what was taking the boys so long.

Remus quickly hid his surprise at the fact that Regulus was here and simply asked "Is he okay?".

You simply looked at him and said "He will be."

After that you all sat in silence for a few minutes, only disruted by Regulus quiet sniffeles.

When he had finally calmed down again he still refused to let go of you.

Remus was the first to speak up. 

"I think he should take a shower, get all that blood of him. Prongs, Padfoot, wait in the kitchen well join you in a minute." 

Both boys started to protest but Remus wasnt having it and herded them to the kitchen looking back at you for a second.

" I got it Rem."

You helped Regulus up, guiding him to the bathroom.

Once you were there you closed the door behind you and turned towards Regulus.

He grabbed you by your hips and pulled you towards him. Being close to you always comforted him.

You reached up to carefully hold his face in your hands. 

"Are you okay?" Worry was evident in your eyes and voice.

"Now that im with you i will be." He answered quietly, leaning down to lay his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

Your quiet moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hey." Remus. "Can i come in? I got you some clothes."

You pulled away from Regulus and opened the door, stepping aside slightly so Remus could hand Regulus the stack of dark clothing. 

"They're Sirius, so the should fit you." He then looked at you. "They have a lot of questions. You should come downsairs and talk to them."

You sigh. This was what you were scared of. "Okay, I'll be down is a few."

Remus nodded and sent one last smile at the two of you before leaving.

You turned towards Regulus again. "Do you need help with anything or are you good?" 

"I think im good" And then quieter. " Thank you. You dont understand how much all of this means to me." 

You smile at him and step closer to press a small kiss to his lips. "Of course. Im here for you. Always." Before leaving him to shower, closing the door behind you.

You take a deep breath before beginning your way to the kitchen. Halfway there you could already hear your brother.

"Why are you so calm about this Moony?! Did you know?!"

"Prongs will you calm down?"

"No-" 

All conversation halted when you entered the kitchen, all eyes turning to you.

James looked both confused and near furious and Sirius just looked confused. Like he wasnt sure what to make of the whole situation yet.

"Explain." Is all James said as he said down at the table and pointed at the chair across from him.

You said down and so did Sirius next to James, and Remus, next to you.

"After summer last year, I've started to go to the astronomy tower at night. Just for some peace and quiet, away from everything you know. 

One night he was there too. A few days after school start. He didnt really say anything. We just sat together. He didnt look good. Like, really tired and he had this giant bruise on his face. He had it hidden during the day, but that night i saw it. I didnt say anything about it, but i knew it was from his parents. 

After that night we just kept meeting there. We didnt talk, we really just sat in silence with each other. At some point i started to tell him about my day. He never said anything but he also kept coming."

You looked from James betrayed eyes down to your hands that layed intertwined with each other on the table.

"Then after christmas break, he looked so much worse than before. And that night he broke down. And he told me everything. About his parents. And how much worse the got after Sirius left." 

Your eyes flicked to Sirius face. Guilt written all over it.

"After that we just started talking to each other. About anything. He even introduced me to a few of his friends. They're honestlyy really nice. They dont support their parents ideas really. And a few months ago..."

You looked at Remus. His expression encouraging you to continue. 

Fuck it. Just rip of the bandaid.

"A few months ago we kissed and we've kinda been dating since then." Your eyes were glued to a little scratch in the surfice of the table. Refusing to meet James or Sirius glances.

"WHAT?!"

"Prongs. Calm down. I think they're good for each other. Its their life. Not yours." Thank merlin that Remus exists. You didnt know what you would do without him.

"How long have you known about is Moony?!"

Remus looked down for a second before meeting James eyes again. "Right before christmas."

James was about to answer something probably dumb, when Sirius suddenly turned towards you.

"I cant believe you wouldnt tell me you were in a relationship."

You chuckled nervously. "Thats the part that bothers you about this?"

"YES! And also I'm trying to focus on something that isnt the fact that your DATING MY LITLE BROTHER... so i dont freak out." You could tell that he was really trying.

"Im sorry i didnt tell you. I was just worried how you would react." You said apologetically.

"For good reason." Remus mumbled making you smile slightly.

James face softened. "Well.. as much as i dont agree with this. And i dont. For the record. Remus is right. Its your life. But if he tries to pull something you tell me alright? And ill take care of it."

"Oi thats my little brother your talking about!" That made you smile. At least they're trying. "But seriously, if he tries something you tell us." 

"He wont. But thank you." You smile at them. Remus laying his hand on your shoulder making you look over at him.

Then Sirius half joking, half serious voice makes you look at him again.

"But seriously my brother? Why? Out of everyone."

"Wow Sirius. I feel kind of attacked." At the sound of Regulus voice you quickly turn around.

He stood a meter behind your chair , black hair wet and tousled, his tall slim frame clad in a pair of black sweatpants and a black sabbath shirt. 

"Reg. How're you feeling?" Your voice was still filled with worry even though Regulus already looked a lot better. You held your hand out towards him, beconing him closer.

He took your hand, walking over to sit in the open chair to your left. Remus being on your right.

"Better." He said a soft smile on his face, as he just looked at you for a moment.

You smiled back at him before saying "I think we should get mum back and finish making dinner. You hungry?" 

"Starving." It sounded like a joke but honestly with his parents you could never know.

"Remus, make sure they're being civil okay?" You spoke as you got up, squeezing Regulus shoulder in passing. "I'll be right back."

Just as you left the room you could hear Sirius whine. "Moony we're always civil! I dont know what they mean."

"Yea yea Padfoot whatever you say." You could pracicaly hear the adoring smile in Remus voice.

Surprisingly when you came back with your mother, no one was dead. 

Your mother had pulled both you and James with her to help with the food, giving him the perfect oppertunity to keep asking you annoying questions about you and Regulus. 

Remus offered to set the table, giving Sirius and Regulus a chance to talk. Something they hadnt properly done in years. You didnt hear what they said but it ended in a hug so at least it was good.

Dinner was kind of awkward. Your Dad having to quickly be filled in on what happened when he arrived in the kitchen.

Regulus was given the guest room to sleep in, Remus had been sleeping in James and Sirius room anyways. So when you were sure he three boys were in bed you snuck into the guest room, cuddling up with Regulus under the blanket.

"I saw you speaking with Sirius earlier." He hummed in reply, his face hidden in your hair, his left arm around your waist, holding you close to him.

"Did you talk everything out?" You turn slightly in his hold so you could look a him. Your faces now right infront of each oher.

"Not everything. Thats gonna take a while. But he apologized. Its a start." His voice was low and tired.

" Thats good. I know how much you both missed each other." Again he simply hummed in response.

"I think we should sleep." You say with a grin. "You're barely awake anyway." Another hum.

You lean forward for a soft kiss. He kissed back. "Goodnight mon cherie."

You smile. "Sleep well Reggie." 

He cuddled back into you, his face against your neck, arms holding you close, legs tangled with yours.

You smile at his almost asleep form. 

He was okay. 

He was safe.

And he was yours.

And maybe. Just maybe. You would be okay.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Musing...

Woke up thinking about a Modern Day World AU, Mafia style reverse harem with Doflamingo, Corazon, and Law, and I can't get this out of my head. I'll leave you with my deranged thoughts and some warnings: NSFW; Dub-con;

Just imagine that you wandered into the flamingo's den, uninvited, lost, but not scared. You're precious, maybe the daughter of an enemy, maybe the arranged wife of another enemy, one who ran away. And now they're either your salvation or your demise.

Doffy would watch you in his leather chair, one leg propped up, chin resting against the back of his hand. You're intriguing, valuable, breakable... his red eyes glinting behind his tinted lenses, a King in a metaphorical throne. He wants to keep you to himself.

Cora, sweet, precious Cora would plead for your release. You're just a victim in a game that isn't yours to play, and he understands that very well. You're a precious thing, and he doesn't want any blood on his hands. But you're so sweet, maybe he would like a taste first, if you're willing. He knows it's unrealistic to let you go now, you've seen too much. Maybe, just maybe, you can be his?

Practical Law, who became rather ruthless operating under Doflamingo's thumb, wants you dead. Tortured for your secrets, pryed of vital information. He doesn't want you or your body. Why would he? He can have whoever he wants, whenever he wants. Why would he want a taste of the defiant little thing who keeps fighting him like she stands a chance? Or maybe that is the way to make you confess?

Doffy knows how to break you. But it will take all of them cooperating, and they're not very good at it.

At first.

And then they start to understand the way your body responds to their touches, and no matter how hard you want to fight them, you want this as much as they do.

Cora is lovable, sweet, and kind. He seeks your pleasure before his, calls you sweet pet names, praises you for your cooperation, for how well you're taking him. Thanks you for your tears, coos when you whimper. Licks the saltiness of your cheeks and peppers you with kisses. He slides in and out of your cunt languarously, slowly, almost as if he's making love to you. He holds you when you shake your head and say it won't fit; he guides you gently. You like him.

Law takes you from behind. He doesn't want to look at you; he doesn't want to acknowledge that the way your lips are pressing against each other to muffle your moans drives him crazy. He wants to fuck the attitude right out of you with deep thrusts, not even caring when you cry out when pain mingles with pleasure. He pistons his hips harshly and cruelly; tattooed fingers digging deep indents into your skin, marking them with blemishes and bruises. He degrades you with filthy words: his little whore, his cumslut, his doll to play with. Every time he claims you as his, something inside you breaks. You don't like him, but you're his.

Doflamingo watches everything, and when his men are both winded and exhausted, he rises from his throne. It's his turn. It doesn't matter that you're drained, panting, filthy from their cum and yours, with bite marks and hickeys; hair all over the place. You're ruined. And he's going to be the one to completely wreck you. He takes everything. Your pleasure, your moans, your cries, and your tears. He's a mix of Cora and Law: he degrades and praises equally, tearing your heart apart, leaving you on the brink of insanity. He claims your orgasms like prizes, counting them with whispers, each one increasing his grin. You are his treasure. And the only people he's willing to share you with are in that room.

He leaves you wrecked on that carpeted floor. Shivering from the aftershocks, your body still craving their touch. You've stumbled into the flamingo's den, but the creatures it holds within are vicious.

And when they all decide to pounce at the same time, you're left wondering if this hell you walked into isn't a twisted version of heaven, coated in danger and sin, and they're nothing more than your fallen angels.

Anyway... these are my unholy thoughts today. Might've been reading one too many dark romance books.

[qtkat]

more than god loves them

“freddie! mate, the sun’s shining, we’re bevvied, spliffed, and sorted. this feels like the beginning of something.”

in which y/n miles travels back to bristol for college and befriends her form mates, getting swirled into all the drama that comes along with them.. accidentally catching the eye of a weird guy with a weird name

READER, is female and uses she/her pronouns — is described as having longer hair and blue eyes to match chris’ since she’s his little sister. she is sixteen at the start of this series and she ages along with the characters. hair color/texture and skin color are not specified.

WARNING, this story contains explicit and mature content and themes such as drugs, sex, and very bad decision making. throw yourself off the deep end here instead of in real life lovelies. this does contain spoilers for both gen one and gen two of skins uk.

chapter index.. 𓏲ּ

𐝃ْꦌ prologue

𝜗𝜚 chapter one.. wip

[luizd3ad]

OH ok ok ok…

Can I maybe request a Pandora x shy!reader who has a crush on Pandora but obviously just admires from a distance; but Pandora Be Knowing (tm) - maybe Pandora just starts inserting herself into readers daily routine and readers like “?!?!?!” and Pandora’s like “!!🥰😇🤗!!”

Hope this is enough? You can message me if you want more 😉 xx

Universes Mistake | Pandora Rosier x Reader

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Pairing: Pandora Rosier x Fem!Shy!Reader WC: 2,431 CW: Use of Y/N, kinda hints of more social anxiety and awkwardness than shy (??), Reader gets anxious and overthinks. Author's Note: My first request damn😮‍💨 I'm sorry it's taken so long I’ve just had like no motivation? it kinda looks like that been kinda going around rn tho? idk maybe somethings in the air lol. I really hope you like it tho. Summary: You've liked Pandora for years but with you being painfully shy you just like her from a distance but Pandoras not having that.

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The first thing you did every time you walked into one of the few classes that you shared with her was look for her. 

She was just so amazing that you couldn't help but like her.. a lot. She was always so sweet to the people that were important to her. She was always so happy, so lively, she just seemed so carefree. Always laughing and smiling.

Merlin, that smile. What you wouldn't do to have her smile at you.

You’ve liked her since second year.

You were sitting under a tree by The Black Lake reading, you were almost completely lost in your book but then your attention was stolen when you heard talking and laughing. 

Walking past you was Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr, Dorcas Meadowes, Evan Rosier and her, Pandora Rosier.

They didn't notice you but you noticed them. 

You remember when you heard her laugh the first time, how it made your heart speed up, how your hands got all clammy, how you felt the heat crawling up your face. How you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You were captivated.

You started to notice her everywhere, classes, halls, the library, it felt like she had consumed your life in the best way possible. 

You had always been the shy type, finding it hard to talk to people, making friends, you would get embarrassed easier than you probably should, you'd get easily nervous so you had always just kept to yourself, you were alone. That's how you liked it.. or at least that's what you told yourself. 

So you were fine with the fact that she didn't notice you. You were happy and content with existing in the same space as her.

When you walked into Divination you noticed she wasn't there yet. You tried not to let yourself feel disappointed so you decided that in the meantime you would just take your normal seat in the back and get ready for class while letting yourself hope in the back of your mind that you'll see her at some point.

You were so focussed on getting ready for class and you didn't notice that someone had sat at the chair across from you until you heard her. “Hello, Y/N.” Your movements froze at the sound of her voice as if you were just hit with the ‘Glacius’ charm. You slowly looked up, trying to control your breathing. 

Social interactions, talking to people made you quite nervous but most of the time it was manageable. Talking to Pandora though? That was something you would have never even considered. 

You were content with just seeing her, from a distance that is.

“Um, H-hello Pandora?” You internally cringed when you stuttered and your sentence came out more like a question instead of just a normal greeting. 

But Pandora just smiled at you, not in a teasing way but in a way that had you get butterflies in your stomach, a way that made your heart skip a beat.

To your relief before the conversation could continue the professor started class and for the next hour and a half you were sitting next to Pandora Rosier trying not to completely freak out or embarrass yourself. 

When the class was dismissed you were out of there within seconds. You had never packed up and left a class so fast before. You were rushing to your next class trying to put distance between you and Pandora.

It's not that you didn't want to talk to her, it was just you didn't know how to talk to her. 

How do you just talk to the girl that you’ve basically been in love with for years? How do you talk to someone that just made your heart melt by saying ‘Hello’ to you? 

How do you talk to someone that makes you want to give her your everything just to hear your name fall off her lips again?

The rest of the day you were distracted by the thoughts of Pandora. You had shared classes with her for years. Why all the sudden did she sit with you? Why did she suddenly talk to you? Maybe she was just being nice? She was a nice person. That was one of the things you loved about her. It just never seemed like she knew you existed, let alone knew your name.

It had been a few days since Pandora had talked to you. She hadn't tried talking to you since.. admittedly it might have something to do with the fact that you didn't share many classes together and you might have also been actively avoiding her.. but who knows?

So that weekend you were in the library studying for a Charms test that was coming up. The library was quite empty since most people were off at Hogsmeade, you never went unless necessary which wasn't often. You liked how empty the castle was on Hogsmeade weekends. It was nice to just calm down for a while.

Especially because you had been spending the better part of the week running around trying to avoid Pandora.

At this point though you were willing to put the whole thing behind you. Just forget about it, move on, act like it never happened. Just chalk it up to a mistake made by the universe, something that would never happen again.

The universe didn't seem to appreciate your thought of it making a mistake because it was apparently wishful thinking to assume it wouldn't happen again.

Your head snapped up at the sudden sound of a chair being dragged on the floor. Across the table from you was Pandora, she sat across from you silently reading a book. She had a faint smile on her face but she seemed focused on her book.

You silently took a deep breath internally debating if you should leave or not.

You were there first. She didn't make it seem like she wanted you to leave. Maybe she wanted your company? Why else would she sit with you? Especially when there were so many empty tables.

You made the choice to stay and keep studying. Neither of you said a word the whole time you were there. You would look at her every so often but she did seem to move at all.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed until Pandora suddenly closed her book and stood up. You looked up at her surprised by her movements, based on the smile on her face you most likely looked as surprised as you felt. “It's dinner time. You should take a break and eat… Goodnight Y/N.” With that Pandora practically floated away, her smile never fading.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat. You mind started to race a bit. Why did she sit with you almost all day? What was her sudden interest in you? 

You started to feel a headache creep into the back of your head, because of that you decided to take her advice. To eat dinner and then just go to bed. Once again you just wanted to brush today off as a mistake made by the universe.

Well apparently the universe really likes proving you wrong because the weeks following that day you and Pandora found yourselves in an unspoken schedule.

After classes you would sit at your normal table in the back of the library and start to study then Pandora would sit with you reading or working in silence till it was time for dinner, she always said the same thing by the end. ‘It's dinner time. You should take a break and eat.’ then she would wish you a goodnight and walk away. 

You got used to having Pandora around. You stated to grow comfortable around her. You like being around her. You started to become comfortable with your routine.

Today was different though you only knew that when you grew closer to your table and you saw Pandora already there. In the few weeks you two had sat together you had always gotten there first. Pandora would usually follow after about ten minutes, today she beat you there.

Slowly and hesitantly you walked to the table trying to calm your anxiety. As you got closer to the table you notice that Pandora didn’t have her school bag with her but a picnic basket. 

“Hello Y/N. I know normally we sit here but I was wondering if you were interested in going on a little adventure with me.” Her voice was as soft as silk and fuck that smile. She could get you to do anything with that smile. 

So who were you to deny her?

You silently agreed with a nod of your head not trusting your voice. After she had gotten the picnic basket in one hand she slowly reached for your arm with her other as if asking you if it was okay, you once again nodded in agreement. Pandora linked your arms together with a smile on her face and then she led you out of the castle. 

You two silently walked together arm and arm toward The Forbidden Forest. You started to slow your walking when you realized where she was leading you to, you sent her a questioning look. “We'll be fine, I promise. You'll like where we're going.” 

A big part of you trusted Pandora more than you'd like to admit, but you couldn't help but be hesitant. You never went into The Forbidden Forest. You had heard the horrible stories rumors of past students that had ventured off into the forest and the beasts that resided in it. 

The idea of going in scared the hell out of you but with a simple squeeze of your arm and that damn smile you started to happily follow her in.

As you walked into the forest you realized it wasn't as terrifying as people made it out to be. It was actually quite beautiful in its own way the farther you walked in. Sure it was dark and sometimes the shadows would play tricks on your mind but having Pandora help more than you thought it would.

She somehow managed to calm and spike your anxiety all at the same time.

Eventually she led you to a small clearing surrounded by fireflies, trees, small hills and a lake with grass and flowers covering the floor. Close by there was something that appeared to be a wooden arch, you felt your eyes widen when you noticed what was laying under the arch.

There were two unicorns lying next to each other, they seemed to be sleeping. It was a unicorn den and it was breathtaking. 

While you were distracted by the beauty of the clearing and the shock of the unicorns Pandora had managed to set up a little picnic. There were small sandwiches, fruits and candies. She was already sitting down on the picnic blanket patting the spot next to her to have you join her.

You silently sat down next to her, your thoughts consuming you. You didn't want your overthinking to ruin this moment but you couldn't help it.

You had followed her into the ‘dangerous’ Forbidden Forest blindly. You had let her come into your life more than you thought you ever would. You had started to grow comfortable with her. Why was she doing this? Part of you was scared it was just a sick and twisted prank, but the rational side of you knew better Pandora wasn't that type of person, she wouldn't do that to someone (unless that someone deserved it). You just had to know why.

“Pandora? Can I ask you something?” For a moment you thought that your voice was too quiet for her to hear but it seems you were wrong since Pandora turned to give you all her attention with a small nod to let you know she was listening. 

It took all your courage to start talking, to not back down. “Why the sudden interest in me? We've shared classes for years now and I didn’t even know you knew my name until you sat with me in Divination. I'm just confused.”

Pandora looked away for a moment as if she was processing your words. “I've always known who you were, Y/N. I also know how shy you are, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. So I was waiting for the perfect moment to introduce myself.. but I realized that there's no such thing as the perfect moment.”

You couldn't help but be skeptical about her answer, it made no sense to you. What was the need for a ‘perfect moment’? “Why would you need a ‘perfect moment’ just to try to be my friend?” 

A small smile spread across Pandora's face while a soft chuckle fell from her lips. She looked at you with those beautiful eyes, honesty with a hint of amusement lingered in them. 

“Who said I wanted to be your friend?” Before you could completely process what she meant her hand cupped the side of your face while her thumb crested your cheek softly. “I don't want to be just your friend, Y/N. I want to hold your hand, to take you on dates, I want to spoil you rotten and I really want to kiss you.”

To say you were stunned by her answer was an understatement. You could faintly hear your heart in your ears while a shiver ran down your back.

This felt like a dream. You had dreamt about this, more times than you could count. The only way you knew this was real was because you could still feel her hand on your cheek. You could feel how soft her hand was, how warm it was against your cold skin. It felt perfect. 

You two felt perfect. 

Pandora was eccentric, lively and so free. You tend to keep to yourself, you're quiet and observant. You balanced each other out. 

You don't know what came over you but before you could talk yourself out of it you softly pressed your lips to Pandoras'. Your heart started to race as your lips met hers. A wave of warmth washed over you as you relished in the feeling of Pandora's soft lips. 

You drew back slightly, and you felt your breath catch in your throat, your cheeks felt hot. As you look into Pandora's eyes, you saw a beautiful mixture of sweetness and love in them.

She smiled at you and pulled you in for another kiss as soft and perfect as the last one.

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[coffee-and-tea-time]

TWINS, PRETTY PLEASE, FEED ME MORE OF YOUR DELICIOUS TREATS, I ACCEPT WHATEVER, I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

Yandere! Circus x reader

Well, this was originally made to relieve some stress but in my defense, you said ‘whatever’ so hope you enjoy this little thingy, muak (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) (btw, I want to do a little pause to thank those who send asks and cute words to us, we even got anons! but y'all will see that in detail later in their own post, just wanted to say ‘love you’ again since they really do warm up our hearts and make us smile although we take our time since well #life #busy) ~ coffee

This honestly wrote itself lol. The story flowed out like an actual dream. I'd say figuring out the logic was the hardest part, so we decided on something simple. Gray morals, but no gray aesthetics! (it sounded like a better line in my head) ~ Tea

word count: 2.2k

tw: manipulation?, gray morals, small swearing, death (not the reader), written in you/yours, reader has a background of being hospitalized, oblivious? but somewhat willing reader, attention starved reader? Well, kinda but we all are. 

....the fuck?

Why is there so much color? This… is really different from the hospital monotone atmosphere… How did you get here? Are you having a lucid dream? It's been a while since the last time you dreamed something, it's good to see colors after some time, even if they are saturated.

“Oh, hello little star, are you lost? Did you escape from somewhere?”

Where did this guy come from? Why does he kinda look like a candy? Although, truth be told, you gotta admit that his pinky hair with pastel violet highlights suits h- Wait a minute…

Is this a circus? Woah, dreamland was nice to you this time. Well, since it's your dream, you can go along with it and enjoy your little ‘freedom’.

“I’m part of this circus, I’m…. the new host”

You watch as glittering sky eyes looks at you with surprise before smiling widely at you, if you look close enough, you can even catch a small shiver of… excitement? Probably.

“Really now? Then you are the starlight here, Dear, why don’tcha let me help ya? I can show you around if you let me, you now, to get our new host comfortable here as soon as possible”

You nod, accepting his hand as he starts showing you around saying ‘the show is about to start’ every now and then, your mind did really make an effort with the aesthetic of this dream, even if the circus colors are somewhat saturated for what you are used to, you can’t help but wow every 2 minutes by how large and amusing this place is, although you wished to stay longer on the food court, it's been so long since the last time you ate this much candy to the point your stomach feels so… huh? Now that you think about it, you can taste things in dreams? Lucid dreams really are something.

“It's still empty because there's a lot of time until the show starts. I would show you the amusement park outside the tent, but there's very little time until the show starts. We should look for the right host outfit for your big debut!”

You can’t really say much as you were practically dragged to a different part of the circus, he is really much stronger that he looks honestly and incredibly fast, dream logic you guess, in a blink, you’re met with the sight of a room with dimensions that are only rational in a dream, like an infinite wardrobe full of extravagant costumes.It was only then when you stood in front of a mirror that you noticed you still had the depressing hospital gown on you… 

“What happened, shining star? Does this style not suit your taste? I can bet you will be the one in the spotlight no matter what you choose to wear. Maybe getting a little stage fright? Do believe me, Dear. You're not the one who has to be afraid on stage"

The once frantic cotton candy-looking man seems to lower the rhythm a bit as he notices the switch on your expression, you can’t help but smile at his sweet tone although his speech has rather weird use of words, well, it's not everyday you can use such eccentric clothes without looking out of place, surely you will soon be woken up by a doctor or a nurse, so at least you can enjoy this while it lasts.

. . . . . .

You spin once again to show off another outfit, he keeps singing praises even thought you understand barely half his words and then nothing, it’s so cute to see him giving a full speech of how the style of the clothing, the colors, the accessories, etc matches perfectly with you, that accidentally you’ve already tried on like 20 different outfits, until you chose the one that got him rambling about how you shine for what feels like 30 minutes straight.

“I think I’d choose this one, thanks… I'm sorry, what's your name?”

You feel kinda awkward when you notice you never asked him his name until now, but he seems like he doesn't mind at all as he smiles at you and offers you his hand to guide you again through the circus.

“Aw, and here I thought you would give me a pet name and start calling me ‘sweetie’, I was starting to like you calling me ‘cotton candy’, you know? What a shame… It's not too late to start tho, but if you are too shy and need some time, my name is Pandora”

Pandora? Wait, you also never asked him what’s his role in this circus or anything about him and before you notice, he is handing you a cute looking mic with a toothy grin, that's when you realized that the show is about to start. You feel an anxious voice in the back of your head telling you this is gonna go wrong, yet you silence it by telling yourself that it’s just a silly dream, how bad could it be?

“I'm sure everyone will find joy in your presence like I do. Don't think too much, just have fun, starlight”

Before you could think more or ask for some advice, he disappears out of the blue after passing you some well decorated notes that got some of the information about the spectacles of today and even giving you a kiss of good luck on the forehead but you can't even finish reading when the first sentence when the heavy red curtains open in front of you… Fuck it, If you have to die, let it be at once.

“Nighty night Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Welcome to the best nightmare you will ever experience! Tonight, we invite you to leave your worries at the door and submerge into this spectacle of wonder and amazement. Prepare to be dazzled, enchanted and thrilled as we take your breath away with no devolution! So, without further ado, let’s begin! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! Our beloved Brutus will have the honor to be the first show of the night!”

Thanks god the first note was the intro speech and that you managed to read it right even if it’s weirdly written, for your dream seems to run out of creativity and consistency, where the ‘audience’ should be is in complete darkness, you can only manage to see tons of colorful and somewhat happy eyes, but you held a cheerful smile in your face, this dream is surely about to end. Hope you manage to see the first show before waking up, Brutus is a dog’s name so it's probably the lion act, right?

You see two jesters waving at the public as they appear magically thanks to a moving platform with a big cage behind them which has inside an intimidating, goth pastel looking guy with ash blonde hair and a choker with spikes and a tag that reads… Brutus. Did your brain forget how lions look and improvised or something? At least the guy doesn't seem uncomfortable in there as he gives such a confident smirk that makes his fangs stick out, walking out the cage almost smugly. When all the focus was back on you, you knew it was time for the host to speak again, so you quickly changed to the next note.

“Our first show of the night will work for the new audience and me, the new host, to give a smooth introduction of our beloved circus, rest assured that we will continue the next shows with the same energy as before, this is just a welcome gift for… our beloved new host”

Did Pandora write this while you were changing? Why does it feel so odd? Well, your question quickly find an answer when in another platform from the other side start to ascend to reveal a man that’s got this mortified expression on his face even crawls towards you to hold your ankles while repeating ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I didn’t mean it’ ‘I’ll be more better’ and stuff like that, is your dream turning into a nightmare?

“Host, the order, please”

You turn to focus on the voice, it was Brutus, right beside you, when did he get so close? Well, apparently, he needs a word to perform his show? Like an obedient dog. Well, you would do better without having a weird man clinging to your leg, so at least he would take him off you.

“Brutus, play”

Oh no, you didn’t see that coming.

Before you could even retrieve your command Brutus lunged forward, his claw-like nails digging into the flesh of the man's hand. Deep crimson staining the brightly colored scene as the screams of the man marked the moment his hands left your leg. It was brutal, for lack of a better Word, how Brutus clawed at the man's flesh with each swing as he screamed and crawled on the floor, splashing and smearing more blood onto the stage, the cage, the jesters, even you. But nobody even flinched, not even you.

The scene was plagued with the laughter of the unseen audience, the oddly cheery music that accompanied the circus atmosphere now sounding like something out of a horror movie, though it didn't seem to phase you just yet. Things were blurry, up until the jesters began their speech.

"Behold the crude man's punishment. seems too much? Well, let us explain!" said one, the other simply finishing up the other´s speech like they were one in the same.

"Oh this filthy creature, his mind as filthy as his scent, ew! does he even shower? he does, but that's the scent of a perverted beast everyone!!"

What the hell is happening here?! Everything is tainted on the man's blood, and these two jesters are just… joking around!? It's their job, sure, but really?!

You can hear Brutus's grunts and huffs as the man's screams grow thinner and thinner, the wet sound of flesh being slashed and blood splashing, trickling down onto the floor of the stage now louder than the man himself. This is sick, twisted, horrifying. This isn't a dream, it's a nightmare you want to wake up from, your own mind screams at you to stop this, to wake up but it doesn't. What 's going on?!

"Could you imagine this pile of shit as a doctor?" 

"We might have done his horrid face a favor with all those slashes! look at that gorgeous red!!"

As the jesters continue to joke and pick on the man, you can't help but pick up on their words… a doctor? A pervert? What does this mean? You search through your memory, which quickly arrives at the familiar face of one of the doctors at the hospital your body surely would be sleeping in right now, the one doctor that appeared so attentive to your care, though never seemed to completely gain your trust in some point you asked to get your doctor changed because how odd his gaze was… did he appear in your dreams as a pervert because of that?

“Kids, adults, elderly! This is something y’all need to remember, sometimes… You have to judge the book by its cover! Look at this disgusting looking man, who is also disgusting on the inside like a movie with no twist”

“Indeed, can y’all believe it? We almost end up without our dear new host because of this oink oink of a person”

You can help but be surprised as you suddenly got mentioned on this… wait, did they just literally say that the doctor really wanted to do something to you? Wasn't it just a paranoia of yours? This… feels too personal to be just a dream.

“I-I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING I DIDN’T EVEN GOT THE TIME TO TRY BEFORE I-”

He tried to explain that clumsily his innocence because with the fact he didn't do anything physical in a bloody murder scream before Brutus lets out a maniacal laugh and makes him scream even louder... so he did think about it? Would you have planned it? What would have happened if... Can you really say that is 'innocent'?

… Why doesn't it feel bad? It's wrong to kill for something that didn't actually take place, even if it was a fantasy, you can’t really manage to feel pity for the situation happening right in front of you.

Is your dream testing how gray your morals are? Some kind of punishment of your mind?

I s  t h i s  e v e n  a  d r e a m ?

And if it isn't... does it matter? Why care? You're Not the one gross enough to end up like that.

With a quick sweep of the curtains you came from, you would've seen Pandora peeking from the sidelines, his stare dazzling, overjoyed as he saw the turmoil in your gaze as it stared at the gruesome scene before you, how it went from horror, to shock, to understanding and… apathy. Saying he was glad would be an understatement, he was ecstatic, it seemed you had found your place in this circus sooner than he expected. For once, his decision was correct at the first strike!

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest ⚘

[moonchildxoxx]

I love ma So’lek. I love ma Tsu’tey.

But this baby right here? He needs more love too 🥺💙

Just listen to that laugh, how can anyone resist him??

[snomoscribbles]

Omg I discovered your page and I am LIVING this is amazing🙏

I would love to read a Nanui x pregnant omaticaya/avatar reader. I feel like he’d be ecstatic, like just so excited he’s even more clingy than usual.

Morning Reflection {THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST AND KIND WORDS AH!} AO3

The slow heat of the morning rouses you from a deep sleep, the sunlight lighting up the marui of you and your mate just enough to cover the space in a hazy glow. You blink slowly at the dust and sand drifting through the air, attempting to bring your hand up to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Attempting being the key word here. Because now that you're focus and awareness sharpens you find yourself pinned to the plush bedding by a very large Metkayina man laying over you, wide scarred hands cupping your swelling stomach while his teal dappled fingers trace your dark azure stripes. Though the lack of movement is a bother, you cant help but smile fondly, letting your head fall back a little so you can nuzzle your nose against Nanui's cheek to wake him. Even in his sleep he refused to release you.

"Yawne...this will not be comfortable for long..." You murmur softly against the skin of his cheek. He grumbles, shoving his face into the crook of your neck to hide from the morning sun, curling around you and humming low and drowsy into your skin. "Then stay here until it is no longer comfortable and I will move, Ma'Paskalin." You can feel his pout against your shoulder, laughing softly and resting your hands over his, lightly dragging your fingertips up the smooth forearms of your lover to feel him shutter sleepily. Nanui had always been tactile. The large craftsman loves loudly and without shame, taking every opportunity to hold you and press sweet kisses and compliments to your lips. You didn't realize what it was to be loved so boldly until you had started courting him. If you thought that was a bit much however, you were completely unprepared for the amount of cuddles and touches and unreserved doting it took to appease the man now that you were pregnant with his child. He was determined to coddle you and you weren't going to deny him. Not when it meant seeing him looking up at you with awe and adoration in his eyes as he ran his hands over the growing swell of your abdomen. Or the soft pleasant kisses and whispers littered across your skin, following your freckles and stripes in reverent patterns. Or the way he helped you sit and stand when it started to affect your balance, catching whatever fish or foraging for whatever odd fruit you had started to crave on behalf of your demanding child. There was no time of day he would deny a request. That part was normal. But the amount of said request had grown so dramatically. Ask him to go catch a fish you had been thinking of? Sure. He'd bring back a couple for the two of you to cook and enjoy. But now that you craved it and would get pouty when it wasn't received? He would be gone for hours just to bring back as many as he could carry, sharing what you didn't eat with the village. But given the mans size, What he could carry was no small undertaking. You smile softly at the thought, turning your head to bite playfully at the metkayinas ear, minding your sharper canines. "The time is now, Nanui. You are very warm." You could feel yourself start to sweat a little, the morning sun and the heat of the large man a bit much for you with your current sensitivities. Nanui let out the biggest sigh he could muster, letting out a small yelp of protest when you bite him and pulling his head from your neck to get away from your nipping teeth. "I was moving, must you bite me?" He pouted, butting his forehead against yours affectionately as his hand pull back a little to rest on your sides, the large fingers of the weaver still spanning from your hip to just above your waist. You sigh in pleasure as more skin can breath, not covered and smothered by your mates grip and cooling you by a good bit. "No. I do not need to. But I wish to. You are very bite-able, my love."

Nanui laughed, letting his head fall back with the deep delighted sound, his dark inky curls now loose from their usual bun spilling over his shoulders. Your eyes fall to the courting necklace of your own design and the tattoos tracing the cords of his throat. Very bite-able indeed. The teal craftsman leans forward once he's gotten through his abrupt laughter, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. He speaks a gentle morning greeting into your skin, the piercing of his lower lip spelling his words against you. "How are we feeling this morning, my home?" You trace a hand down your own stomach with a thoughtful hum.

"I do not wish to eat yet, because it will not stay down, but aside from some ache, all is well." "Where do you ache?" He questions softly with a frown, sitting up a little more as if the mention of discomfort offends him. Oh no. "It is not that bad. I just need to stretch." "That is not what I asked." You cant help the wheezing laugh at leaves you and you accept your fate. "My lower back is stiff." Large talented hands slide down your sides, calloused thumbs pressing into the muscles in the arch of your back, pushing and spreading them until the ache is gone and warmth is spreading from the slow dedicated touches.

You cant help sighing in pleasure, relaxing into your mate, who lets you rest against his chest and melt into the comfort of his affection. He hums softly, letting his hands slide forward to hold your stomach once again, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "Better, Ma'paskalin?" You sigh softly, "Yes, yawne. Much better. thank you." He smiles softly, nuzzling the patch of skin gently with a chuckle that rumbles his chest and sends a comforting vibration through you. "For you? Anything."

[sxirensdiary]

working on my slytherin skittles wip and i’m already at 3k words and only 1/10th of the way done…

[talesof-old]

if i did end up writing a bridgerton au for the marauders, who would yall like to see it with

I’m adding James as an option but I’ve already written sm for him I’d like to explore other options lmao

[crescenthistory]

Marauders Era Masterlist

💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

࣪𖤐 regulus black

ִ ࣪𖤐 barty crouch jr

𖤐 remus lupin

ִ ࣪𖤐 sirius black

𖤐 marauders

includes: poly!marauders, james

𖤐 the slytherin skittles

includes: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora (& narcissa)

𖤐 the valkyries

includes: lily, mary, marlene (&dorcas&pandora)

[inthewindandinthewater]

A Plain of Stars

A/n- This could be the start of something new, I suppose it could stand on its own but let me know if you'd like a continuation. Give it a little reblog or a comment if you do and I'll try to write more. But as it is this is a one shot with Regulus Black, but it also focuses some on your relationship to Sirius and his departure. Reader is pureblooded and a part of the Abbott family, it is written in second person and there is no use of y/n. Reader wears a dress and is alluded to being female presenting.

Warnings: Light cursing , arranged marriages, and allusions to abuse

Summary: Your parents throw an All Hallows Eve ball each year, one you typically spent running about with Sirius Black. However, after he is disowned your world is flipped on its head.

Chapter 2

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The ball was terribly dull. No- calling it dull would be giving it too much credit. It was mind numbingly, brain meltingly boring. 

Every October your parents held an All Hallows Eve ball, Abbott Manor would be draped in finery- more than usual- and enough food to feed and army would be prepared laid out upon gilded platters and china dishes. Floating candles flew high above the ballroom and a live orchestra played slow, floating music. It was beautiful. And horribly boring. 

It was typical for the list of the 28 pureblood houses- The Sacred 28- to be used as a glorified guest list for events such as these. Your parents were no exception to the rule. It was also typical for a few of them to politely decline the offer. 

This is what was expected of the Noble House of Black, specifically the branch containing one Sirius Black. Sirius had split off from his family a few years ago, after which his father, mother, and younger brother had been declining invitations to balls and dinners. Most assumed it was because these events were little more than networking opportunities, ways for families to present their children as merits or trading stock. 

Since Sirius’ grand escape there hadn’t been much of a reason for them to attend, his brother Regulus had never been a social butterfly. No where near the easy going, suave nature of his brother. Sirius had a way of commanding the room, of stealing the spotlight and reveling in it’s glow. Regulus preferred to traverse the shadows. 

You missed Sirius dearly. He had always kept you entertained, and despite being slightly older than you it was clear he had taken a liking to you over the other children present. After he left you had been all but shunned, the other almost wondered if you would be the next to flee or if you had known about his plans and kept them hidden. 

The truth was, no one had been more blind sided than you. He hadn’t said a word to you, one day he had sent you a letter, typical talk about his day and how his summer had been, and the next he was gone- off to live with the Potters, lost to you forever. 

It was enough to make you bitter, bitter against him, against the Potter boy, and against Gryffindor house as a whole for stealing your only friend. This had resulted in a closer alliance with your own house, specifically with Evan and Pandora Rosier. They understood the situation you were in, and they hadn’t cared about your previous friendship with Sirius. The two were like little sunspots in the shrouded darkness of pureblood society. They were colorful and fun, you’d cursed yourself a little for not becoming friends with them sooner. 

You knew Evan was also friends with Regulus, the two were practically inseparable. So when the Blacks had accepted the invitation, you were not only shocked but also nervous at the prospect of seeing the boy after so long. 

The assumption after Sirius left was that Regulus would become the new heir to the Noble House of Black. But he hadn’t been trained, groomed, the way Sirius had. He didn’t know the intricacies of social networking, and generally how to be an heir. So they’d taken time to teach, to mold him into what they needed him to be. You assumed he was ready now, that this would be his mock debut, his soft opening to being in society… without his brother. 

“My goodness this is horrible” Pandora sighed, taking a swing out of her champagne glass. She stood between you and her brother and the three of you surveyed the area, “I won’t lie, I am not having the best time” Evan looked over at you sympathetically. “It isn’t my ball, so I don’t know why you’re looking at me”, you say, rolling your eyes and taking a sip from your own glass. “Regulus should have arrived by now,” He says, completely ignoring your previous statement and looking down at the gold watch on his wrist. “I wonder what’s keeping him” 

The twins were stunning by all accounts. Pandora was draped in a stunning dark red gown that highlighted her pale skin and blonde hair, she was gilded in fine white gold jewelry and her hair was done in loose waves that reached her mid back. Her brother was fitted in an expertly tailored matte black suit, his blonde curls slicked back just enough to highlight his strong bone structure and piercing blue eyes- two traits the twins overtly shared. 

You on the other hand were in a deep blue, silk gown. The back was low and the silver necklace you wore hung down the column of your spine to accentuate it. Your hair was up, giving you a more refined elegant look with long glittering earrings that hit just above your shoulders. You were the picture of a young heiress. 

“Maybe he won’t show” you offer lazily, trying to feign a lack of interest in the youngest Black’s actions, everyone else had been in such a stir about them without you adding to the pot. “Oh that would be a fantastic look,” Pandora guffawed, “Disown your brother, disappear for a few years, and then be a no-show at the first ball you accept! Well played Regulus!”

“Thank you” a smooth, deep voice from behind you replied. The three of you turned to face the source of the voice, only to be confronted with one Regulus Black. “Although I don’t know what you’re referencing Dora.” He smirks at the look on your faces, ones of awe and slight annoyance you’re sure. “Reggie!” Evan stepped forward and threw an arm around Regulus’s shoulder, “and here we thought you wouldn’t show '' He added, shaking Regulus’s shoulder lightly. Regulus’s smirk stayed firmly on his face, “the two of you ought to know me better” he says. “That’s not fair and you know it, it’s good to see again- outside of school that is” Pandora replied and her usual easy going manor. 

You look at Regulus for a while, not saying anything. Stunned a bit by how he managed to look so much like Sirius yet so different. He’s dressed in a black suit with a white chemise underneath, and his deep blue tie is almost the exact color of your dress. “Abbott, you’ve met Regulus, yeah?” Evans' voice breaks your trance and snaps your eyes away from Regulus to look at him. “Um, yes. I believe we’ve met before” You say, clearing your throat a bit and shaking your thoughts. “Have we?” He questions, “I don’t know that we were properly introduced.” He takes a step toward, taking your hand in his and raising your gloved hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the knuckles, “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much” He says, leaving your head spinning and your knees a bit weak. 

It wasn’t unusual for such formal introductions to be used in settings like this, but it was amongst friends. Especially people your age, his parents must have done a number on him you thought. “Yes, of course.” You reply after a beat of silence. 

“You need a drink” Evan announces, looking to his friend and beginning to guide him away. “We’ll be back shortly girls, go gossip about nail polish or hair potion or something.” He teases and he walks away with Regulus in tow. 

You whip around to face Pandora, “what the hell?!” her face mirrors your, one of shock and awe. “Keep your voice down, if your mother heard that word escape you-” She cuts herself off, “has he lost his mind” she quickly switched topic, when Pandora got excited she had a tendency to bounce all over the place. “I don’t know! I don’t know him. Is he usually that- that?” You ask, at a loss for words. Your hand still tingles with the feeling of his lips over your glove. “He isn’t!” She said, “or he wasn’t, I suppose it’s been a while since I really spoke to him. But he used to be so shy! He would have never done that!” You stared at her for a moment, soaking in her words, “So what, he had ‘heir training’ and he’s suddenly putting the moves on me?” You ask. “Oh. Oh” She said, her face dropping in realization, then quickly morphing into a giddy smile. “What.” You say, you know that smile, she knows something. “There were rumors… before Sirius left” She adds the last part in a whisper, not wanting to loudly bring up such a sore topic. “What rumors?” Your eyebrows knit together as you urge her on, leaning towards her a little. “Let me finish and I’ll tell you” She chides and you roll your eyes with a short nod, “Rumors that your parents and his wanted the two of you to… well you know.” Your eyes go wide and you fall completely silent. 

“Hope you haven’t had too much fun without us” Evans' words once again cut through the silence. “Please we only have fun when you aren’t around.” Pandora recovers easily, while you fix your posture and your expression in her wake. “Rude ass” The blonde says, narrowing his eyes at his sister. 

The mention of your name grabs your attention and you come to the realization that it’s Regulus who called. Your eyes find his as you address him silently, “would you care to dance” He says, you remember one thing about Regulus from your youth. He wasn’t a dancer, he avoided it at all costs and he never actively asked anyone to the floor. This was an interesting night for sure. “Why not?” You say, giving him a small smile, which he did his best to return. 

Regulus took your hand and guided you out onto the floor. A new song began and more couples, old and young, flooded in around you. He placed his free hand on your waist and the other held your hand out to the side. Your own hand finds his shoulder as you fall into an easy waltz. 

Despite his aversion to it in his younger years, Regulus is a wonderful dancer. He leads you gently around the room in well practiced steps and you feel at ease with his hand in yours as you follow his movements. Soon the two of you have moved closer to one other, closing a bit of the distance that had settled in the first awkward moments of the dance. Now his hand had moved to you back and you chests were mere millimeters apart. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “you look lovely this evening.” He says softly, almost shy in his tone. You look up to meet his eye, his face is unreadable, but soft. “Thank you, you look quite nice yourself” you manage through your fluster and blushing cheeks. He smiles down at you but says no more as the song comes to a close. The two of you make your way off the dance floor and back over to your friends. 

The rest of the night goes on like normal. Evan and Pandora swapping insults, the four of you making critiques on the attire choices of the other guests and trading gossip about the families both in attendance and absent. But you didn’t miss the way Regulus kept looking over to you, the way he would bend over to whisper certain comments in your ear or brush away a stray hair. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. 

Eventually the night came to a close and each of you found your parents for a final parting. You stood at the door with your own parents, bidding goodnight to every guest that passed through the door. As the Blacks approached you felt the familiar stirring in your chest at the sight of their youngest. 

“Thank you for coming, it’s been a pleasure to have you in our home” Your mother says. “Of course, it was a wonderful evening” Walburga replies, giving her a curt smile. Your father shook hands with Orion, and said something you couldn’t quite make out, something that made Orion cut his eyes to you for a brief moment. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand taking yours, “It was lovely to meet you” Regulus says, squeezing your hand lightly. “Yes” you say, a bit breathless “I hope to see you again, perhaps we’ll see more of one another at school” You add tentatively. “I think we’ll be seeing much more of one another” He says, a smirk that says ‘I know something you don’t’ just ghosting over his features. He drops you hand and makes his exit behind his parents, you can’t help but watch him go and you miss the look your mother gives you father as you do. 

Later that night you find it hard to sleep, too many things to think about. Too much new information to mull over for your mind to allow you rest. What had Pandora meant by telling you about your potential engagement to Sirius? Why had Regulus acted that way toward you? And why did you have the feeling everyone was hiding something from you? Then it dawned on you, a realization that had all the pieces falling into order. Regulus had become Sirius’s replacement in more ways than one; they had taken the spot he’d left and crudely shoved Regulus into it. He wasn’t attempting to be nice or make friends in a new setting. He was trying to make a good impression, trying to woo you. His future wife. 

[bearw-me]

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" i write almost anything for any character! trying to be a readers writer i guess " ➡ 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 i mainly write character x gender neutral ! readers, but please feel free to request within my rules and try things out with me ! femxfem/malexmale/etc , fluff , angst , 'niche characters' , platonic/romantic/poly/etc , yandere , headcanons, oneshots , drabbles ➡ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 / 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 i don't want the main focus of my blog to be smut! there are plenty of fabulous blogs that do it so well too! but i am willing to try out light smut as it is new to me completely! i will most likely take requests or keep slots for smut/nsfw requests (not applicable right now as im just a small boi, so feel free to request within the bounds! thx!)

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⋆ hazbin hotel ⋆ helluva boss ⋆ read dead redemption II ⋆ avatar / avatar way of water / avatar: frontiers of pandora ⋆ demon slayer ⋆ inuyasha ⋆ dungeon meshi !

thank you so much for reading this, if you are unsure about a request or just want to chat don't be afraid to ask me!

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Some reflections

So we have reached the end of another installment of The Meet-Cute... I tell you that I started this without any type of expectations, be they good or bad, and I am overwhelmed with all the love and support this series has received. I want to use the spotlight to thank each and every one of you for reading, for supporting, for commenting, and for overall keeping me motivated throughout this whole ordeal - I couldn't have done it without you!

I had planned for all the installments to be bright, easy and light, and how the tables have turned. Zoro's story, Trouble, turned out quite dark; it took me places I hadn't expected when I had planned it. It took me out of my comfort zone and I loved every single second of it.

I reread some chapters of Firestarter (Ace's Story) the other day, and realised that after around nine months, give or take, I have improved my storytelling. There were moments when I cringed, a lot of stuff I would've done differently now (and maybe someday I'll go back and remaster it), but I feel like I have learned in this journey.

As I prepare for Kid's story, I know that this one will be completely different from what I had initially planned for the Meet-Cute series. This won't feel like a rom-com, at all. I want it to be raw, messy, angsty and most of all, human. It will be a tale of redemption and reckoning; of love found, lost and painfully rebuilt; of learning to love oneself and be free of a hurtful past; of dealing with inner demons and ghosts and learning to live again without them; It will hurt, I hope, because I do want you to feel as much as the characters in this story will, so I pray I tell the story just right.

If you read this far, thank you so much, this was a way to vent and express my feelings at the moment. I will need a bit of time to transition from Zoro's story into Kid's, and I also want to do as I usually do, which is to have some chapters prepared in advance before I post anything. Still, I leave you with the cover of the story and a playlist I made (I might still add some songs now and again) to get me in the mood.

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Changing this account up a bit! I’m going to be writing for a few fandoms now instead of just focusing on Avatar. Mwah!