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quick update: currently working on the two requests in my ask box! To whoever requested these lovely prompts, keep an eye out cus they’ll be coming out soon. 

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Cravings (a Harry Potter fanfiction)

Summary: Leonora Varney is just your average run of the mill Gryffindor. Except, unlike her fellow housemates, she’s got a craving she just can’t seem to shake off.

Warning: blood/gore, language, vomit (just gross stuff in general), angst, animal death (minor), eating disorders (mentioned)

Notes: okay so to this day I still find it weird that vampires played no ‘significant’ role in Harry Potter and that Jackass Rowling thought that there was nothing else to add to their lore. So after replaying Vampire The Masquerade for the 100th, I’ve decided to take a crack at it and came up with the character Leonora Varney, a recluse Gryffindor whose got more skeletons in her closet than Hogwarts has secrets. I’ll probably post her bio in a separate post if y’all are interested.

Also, I don’t know how many parts this is going to be so buckle up people, this ride’s gonna get bumpy.

If you want me to write something else with this specific reader in mind, let me know! Thanks for reading!

                           Part I: Enter Leonora the Leech

“Merlin, Leonora. You’ve been coughing all day. What’s the deal?”

From 7:00 in the morning till her second to last class of the day, Leonora had been coughing non stop. She wondered if a few rice grains from the kedgeree she had this morning were still stuck in the back of her throat but, in the wise words of her dear friend Veronica, that was complete horseshit.

“I think it was the rice, V. I keep telling―,” Leonora managed to choke out,”―telling you it was the kedgeree I had this morning. You know I can’t eat shit like that.”

“Then why’d you eat it?” Veronica crossed her arms. Leonora shrugged her shoulders, earning an overly dramatic groan from her friend. The raven haired Gryffindor girl slumped back in her chair and watched as Professor Binns droned on and on in the front of the classroom,” Merlin’s beard, Leo, you’re as clumsy as a bull in a china shop I tell ya.”

“You’re one to talk,” Leonora grumbled between coughs. Veronica clicked her tongue as her eyes roamed from Professor Binns to the other students in the classroom, eventually landing on one Sirius Black. Face growing warm, Veronica leaned further back in her seat until gravity set in and she lay sprawled out on the floor. The whole class looked back at Veronica and erupted in a choir of laughter,” see? You’re clumsier than me.”

As Veronica laid embarrassed on the floor, Leonora got up to help her friend until a rather powerful cough ripped through her throat. Gripping Veronica’s hand with one, Leonora pressed the back of her other one against her lips. Pulling her hand back, Leonora released her hold on Veronica, causing her to fall back down as she stared at the inky, black mess that covered her hand.

“What the hell, Leonora! You tryin’ to kill me?” 

Not caring to grab her books, Leonora rushed out of the classroom, towards the bathrooms. Slamming the door open, not caring who was in there or not, Leonora ran into one of the closest stalls and fell to her knees. As soon as skin touched cold granite, Leonora began to throw up glops of black ooze. No smell permeated from it but as it ran up her throat and through her lips, the cold sludge sent shivers down Leonora’s spine.

“Sick, leech?” a melancholic voice echoed throughout the stalls. Leonora didn’t look up as a hand was placed on the base of her spine, slowly rubbing circles to try and ease the pain. Or, it wanted to at least, for the touch of a ghost wasn’t dissimilar to that of a passing breeze. If anything, it made matters worse,” or just a bad case of the Mondays?”

“Shut it, Myrtle,” Leonora spat out. She opened her mouth to speak again until another mouth full of sludge erupted from her mouth.

“Oh, I think it’s you who's shutting up, not I,” Myrtle spoke. She removed her hand from Leonora’s back and floated around the young Gryffindor until she hovered directly over the toilet. Myrtle frowned as she watched the black ooze fill up the toilet,” I do hope that flushes. This is my favorite stall, y’know?”

“Please, Myrtle,” Leonora threw up again. With one final heave, almost all the contents Leonora had this morning floated on top of the toilet water which now resembled that of tar instead of actual water. Myrtle grimaced as the ooze inflated little bubbles on its surface, cringing every time they went pop and sizzled out of existence.

“Alright, alright, leech. You know I’m only joking,” Myrtle said as she tilted her head,” but you still have to flush it.”

Leonora glared at the ghost and leaned forward to flush the toilet. As she pulled the small chain and watched as the ooze slowly drained away with the rest of the toilet water, Leonora slumped across the toilet bowl and let out a shaky sigh. She looked back at the hand she coughed on, gagging at the ooze that still stuck to it, and shakily hoisted herself up to her feet.

“So what happened, leech? Tried to eat normally again?”

“Yup,” Leonora said, her voice gravelly from all the throwing up. Shuffling towards the sinks and turning on the faucet, Leonora scrubbed her hands clean as Myrtle floated ahead. The ghost scoffed.

“C’mon, leech! You know better than that!” Myrtle exclaimed,” you’re supposed to be the least dumbest person I know! And I’ve met a lot of idotic, stupid, and inspid people during my time here.”

It was true. Leonora knew full well that not only were grains inedible to her, but vegetables, fruits, and any white meats could prove deadly if eaten without the proper follow up. And that proper follow up was something that made Leonora want to drink her own urine rather than put it in her own mouth. 

“I mean honestly! I thought being undead would give someone an upper hand on these mouth breathers,” Myrtle continued, “but even I can be wrong sometimes, I suppose.”

“Myrtle, if you don’t stop―,” Leonora held her breath as the bathroom door creaked open and a group of girls shuffled inside. They chattered amongst themselves and one of them went inside the stall Leonora just exited from. Leonora felt her stomach drop as a blood curdling cry bounced against the bathroom walls. The girl ran out from the stall and collapsed on the ground.

“Deliah! What’s wrong?”

“There’s something moving in there!” the girl pointed to the stall, her hand shaking in fear. Myrtle, at the sound of the commotion, wandered off, leaving Leonora with her back to the group of girls. As more of them dared a peek into the stall, Leonora quickly wiped her hands on her skirt and skittered away.

“Hey! What the hell happened there?” one of the girls had shouted but Leonora had already thrown open the bathroom door and ran out. With no clear destination in mind, Leonora hastily walked the hallways with her hands clawing at her scalp. Her breathing became uneven as the world around her grew fuzzy and her vision blurred. Leonora placed a hand on the castle walls as they closed in on her, feeling her way around corners and corridors in search of something, anything, able to help her stabilize.

“Ms. Varney? What on Earth are you doing out of class?” Leonora turned around to find Professor Slughorn behind her. His brows were raised in concern as he took in his student’s sickly complexion. Taking a step forward, Slughorn extended a hand,” by Merlin, Leonora, you look a footstep away from death. It’s a good thing I ran into you, then. I was on my way to Madame Pomfrey and―.”

As Slughorn continued to speak, Leonora felt her knees begin to shake and the weight of the world push harder down on her shoulders.

“I―I’m fine, Professor. Just needed,” Leonora huffed,”―needed a breather. Professor Binns' class can get―ugh―congested.”

“Ms. Varney!” Slughorn called out and the whole world went a dark, sickly black.

Leonora never liked surprises. The anticipation, the anxiety that came with entering a dark room and then being bombarded by a whole orchestra of screams was something Leonora absolutely hated. Especially if that surprise happened to be waking up and being face to face with the Headmaster of your school and one pissed off nurse.

“Ah, you’re up, Ms. Varney,” Dumbledore spoke. Though his voice was calm, it didn’t help ease the fear coursing through Leonora’s veins. Almost sensing it, Dumbledore placed a hand on Leonora’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze,” no need to fear, Leonora. You’re not in any trouble.”

“Not with you that is,” Madam Pomfrey said as she walked through the curtains towards Leonora’s bed. She placed a large dish covered in small tinctures on the table next to Leonora and gave a rather deep scowl. The nurse crossed her arms over her chest and puffed out her cheeks,” but I, for one, am furious.”

“Now, now, Poppy,” Dumbledore said,” Ms. Varney will explain to us as to why she’s been missing her weekly dosages.”

“She can explain while she takes them, Albus.”

The Headmaster only chuckled at his old friend as she began to fuss around with the tinctures, mixing them accordingly as she grumbled underneath her breath. Leonora gulped as Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and ushered her to speak.

“Well to put in plainly,” Leonora winced underneath Madam Pomfrey’s glare,”I just forgot?”

“You forgot?!”

“Poppy, please. Do continue, Ms. Varney.”

“I really did! Tests and all the drama Veronica’s been roping me in has made me lose it a bit, Professor. I guess time just escaped me,” Leonora bit her lip and unknowingly drew a bit of blood. As the black fluid ran down her chin, Dumbledore grabbed a napkin from his pocket and dabbed at the small cut.

“Madam Pomfrey and I both know what ruckus happens within these walls. Quite well in fact,” Dumbledore said. He removed his hand away from the cut and gave the stained napkin to Pomfrey, who promptly shoved it in her own pocket for later disposal,” but those students don’t have the same cravings as you do. What would have happened if you’d throw up in Professor Binn’s class? Or in the hallway, out in the open? You know you can’t risk such things, Leonora.” 

“But everyone thinks I’ve got some eating disorder which, I mean I kind of do, but―,” Leonora looked down at her hands and began to pick on a loose nail,”―but I rather be some girl that can’t eat a whole chicken breast without upchucking before third period than some girl that can’t eat a whole chicken breast without having to kill the actual chicken with her bare fucking teeth.”

“Language, Ms. Varney!”

“Poppy,” Dumbledore warned. The Headmaster let out a quiet sigh as he briefly took his glasses off to rub at his eyes. Putting them back on, he looked at Leonora with a concerned gaze,” that is no excuse for putting your life in danger, Ms. Varney. You must think thoroughly next time, for there will be a day neither I, Madam Pomfrey nor Professor Slughorn will be there to rescue you. Do you understand?”

Leonora gritted her teeth.

“Yes, Professor.”

“Good,” Dumbledore smiled. He turned back towards Madam Pomfrey and gave a small nod,” I’ll be going now, Poppy. I expect to see Ms. Varney good as new tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Albus.”

“And another thing, Pomfrey,” Dumbledore said as he opened the doors to the Hospital Wing,” it’s a full moon tonight. Be prepared.”

“As always, Dumbledore.”

Leonora raised a brow as she watched Madam Pomfrey add the finishing touches on her dosage. 

“What does he mean by that?”

The nurse sighed as she placed the dosage in Leonora’s hand. The bottle was small and the liquid inside it was a harsh black, not unlike the vomit Leonora spat in the toilet some few hours ago. The only difference was that this dosage smelled of rotten flesh and Leonora gagged as she rose it towards her mouth.

“Nothing you need to be concerned about,” Madam Pomfrey said as she wiped her hands off on her apron. She walked towards the curtains and drew them out of her way,” now, after your dosage kicks in and you wake back up, I’ll have your food waiting for you. Dumbledore insists you start shaving off that hunger of yours soon rather than later. I trust you can do it yourself, Leonora, but―.”

“I know―,” Leonora coughed as the vulgar liquid crawled down her throat,”―I know. The Beast within and all that crap. Just please tell me it’ll already be dead?”

Madam Pomfrey gave no answer as she let the curtains fall behind her. 

“Great.”

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sorry if it seems like im inactive! trust me i’ve seen your requests and I promise I’ll get to them as soon as I can. 

I’ll be posting a few of my finished pieces in the coming days so look out for those and as always THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR FEEDBACK 💖 💖 love y’all smh. also i’ve made some new additions and tweaks to the rules and requests post so check that out if you haven’t already!

💖 💖 again love you all 💖 💖

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aight i posted the new fic on ao3. hope y’all enjoy! the link is down below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31381865

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again! So sorry for the 'inactivity'! Gotta try to crack the system and get my posts to appear on the tags again

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maybe i need to post smth else??? maybe its a sign it still needs work? CUS IM ACTIVE BABES SO??

yo im pissed. if anyone knows how to tell tumblr to fuck off and let my posts appear in the tags, pls lmk. I legit have this fic finished and ready to upload but FOR SOME REASON, it isn’t recognizing it.

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yo im pissed. if anyone knows how to tell tumblr to fuck off and let my posts appear in the tags, pls lmk. I legit have this fic finished and ready to upload but FOR SOME REASON, it isn’t recognizing it.

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Remus: why didn’t you tell me the gang was coming over?!

Remus: I just walked downstairs in rainbow boxers and a shirt that said ‘say hey if you’re gay’ and we had like 8 fucking people over!

Sirius: did anyone say hey? Marlene said hey, didn’t she?

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Party preparations

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no thoughts head empty only black-haired fictional guys with questionable morals

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ugh tumblr is doing its thing where my post doesn’t pop into the tags. I guess I was inactive for too long lol

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hiya peeps✨

It's been quite a bit since my last post and I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm not gone lol. Finals are coming up so I haven't had the time to post anything—but that doesn't mean I'm not writing!

As a small apology for the inactivity, here's a list of incoming fics:

Apples & Oceans—regulus black x reader

Requested by 🌼 anon

untitled—sirius black x reader

Requested by anon

Cravings—general harry potter fiction

Multi chapter series about vampires in the world of Harry Potter, starting in the Marauders Era

Hark! The Devil Whispers— witcher oc fic

character study on my witcher oc (mixture of books, games, and show)

....and that's all for now folks! Keep in mind, these won't come out in the order above and or there may be new ones added in between. As always, if y'all have any requests, please feel free to send them my way✨

Also! Thanks so much for all your love and support💕 Y'all have been so sweet to me so I can't thank you all enough

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thought I’d share the playlist I use when writing for Regulus to make up for not writing about Regulus. the way I interpret him...

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Snadgers and Casts — regulus black x reader 

Summary: After a mishap during Quidditch practice, Regulus is sent to the hospital wing. Good thing Reader's there to cheer him up.

Warning: nothing except for tooth rotting fluff

Notes: reader is a Hufflepuff and goes by she/her pronouns. Also for those who haven’t seen gravity falls, there’s a picture of a snadger at the end :) thanks for reading!

Everyone knows how violent Quidditch can get. Some people fell and broke a few bones, others got their jaws shattered by a Bludger, and an unlucky few met their untimely ends whilst chasing the Snitch; all in all, Quidditch was not a sport for the faint hearted. And Regulus Black was far from faint hearted. But invincible? He was not.

Laying in one of the beds within the Hospital Wing, Regulus fiddled with the bandages littering his fingers as he waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back from her daily rounds. Quidditch practice that day had gone on like usual until one of the newer players, whose name Regulus ought to know but forgot, miscalculated a hit on a Bludger and sent it barreling towards Regulus. The hit itself wasn’t too painful but the impact was powerful enough to knock Regulus off his broom and hit the ground with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Now, sitting with an obnoxiously large cast on his right leg and bandages lining both his fingers and face, Regulus sat in his bed with a deep frown.

“Any higher,” Madam Pomfrey had said whilst putting on the cast,” and you’d have much more to worry about than a broken bone.”

Regulus huffed as he tried to move his foot around, only succeeding in wiggling the toes that were peeking out from underneath the cast. He supposed it could’ve been worse, like diving head first into the stands or slamming into a wall, and had half heartedly agreed to Madam Pomfrey to ‘take it easy’ the next couple of days. Regulus chuckled to himself. As if he was one to take anything easy.

“You look like shit,” a voice said. Regulus looked up and despite his best efforts to maintain his signature scowl, the corners of his lips jutted upwards as his friend since 2nd year walked towards him,“must’ve been quite the fall, eh? How’d it feel?”

“What kind of question is that?” Regulus furrowed his brows in amusement as he saw [Y/N] drop her bag into the chair next to her and plop herself down on the edge of the bed,” you know you can use the chair to sit, right? It’s not a coat hanger.”

“Oh, I know,” the Hufflepuff smiled as she leaned back and ran a hand over the cast,” just that I want’ta get a closer look, is all. Heard McLaughlin was the one that made ya fall. Cute kid but an utter clutz I hear.”

“Has terrible aim, too.”

“You’re telling me,” [Y/N] giggled. She looked back at Regulus and the smile that danced on her lips grew wider. Regulus straightened his back and subconsciously swallowed an invisible gulp of air.

“[L/N]?,” Regulus’s voice wavered,” what are you planning?”

“Nothing. Why’d you ask? Something on my face?” [Y/N] smiled again and, jumping up from the edge of the bed, rummaged through her bag until she pulled out a thick, black sharpie. Regulus’s eyes shot up and his back, despite the frigid air of the hospital wing, began to sweat.

“Don’t you write anything stupid on me, [Y/N].”

“I’m not writing on you, Reg. I’m writing on your cast.”

“It’s still on me, though.”

“Potato, tomato. There’s a difference.”

‘That’s not how it—,” Regulus sighed as he slumped further into the mattress, watching as [Y/N] shuffled over to his foot with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes,”—just don’t write anything stupid, please.”

“You already said that,” [Y/N] said as she began to doodle. The sound of marker on fiberglass stung Regulus’s ears and he recoiled slightly, jerking his leg away from [Y/N],” hey! Stop moving! You’re gonna mess it up.”

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” Regulus mumbled. As the room fell silent, Regulus watched as [Y/N] continued to draw on his leg. A soft smile played on his features as he watched [Y/N]’s face contort in concentration, tongue stuck out in deep thought. He felt a familiar warmth blossom in his chest and slowly creep up to his cheeks. As his face reddened, Regulus quickly looked away and found that the small scratches on the bedside table were far more interesting than whatever his friend was doing.

Sparing a glance towards [Y/N], Regulus saw her smile once again and stand up triumphantly.

“Take a looksie, Reg.”

Shifting his foot around so he can see, Regulus couldn’t help but hold back a quiet laugh.

“Is that supposed to be a snake? What’s wrong with its head?”

“No. It’s a Snadger,” [Y/N] pointed at the crude drawing and circled her finger around what appeared to be a head of a badger placed on the body of a snake,” y’know? Like a snake and a badger?”

“Sure. But why’s it look angry?”

“It’s not angry! It’s smiling. Can’t you see the teeth?” Regulus’s smile grew wider as he watched [Y/N]’s cheeks turn red in frustration. Combing a hand through his ebony locks, Regulus looked back down at the drawing and laughed once again. [Y/N]’s face turned a shade darker as the Slytherin continued to laugh,” what’s so funny? At least I can draw.”

“No, it’s just that—,” Regulus took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back at [Y/N], watching as she nervously shifted her weight from one side to the other,”—thank you, [Y/N]. I needed a laugh.”

“Course you do. You’re always so uptight about everything,” [Y/N] said. She threw the marker on to the chair and plopped herself down on the bed next to Regulus, ”bet if I shoved a coal up your ass, there’d be a diamond in a week.”

“Very funny, [Y/N],” Regulus sighed as he glanced down at his bandaged fingers and picked at one of the loose Band-Aids. A [S/C] hand stopped Regulus from picking it any further and caused his gaze to flutter upwards. With a lopsided grin, [Y/N] laughed as she intertwined her fingers with Regulus’s. He raised a brow,” what are you planning now?”

“Nothing,” [Y/N] leaned closer to Regulus and the Slytherin swore he felt his heart stop for a second. Eyes drifting from [Y/N]’s gaze to her mouth, Regulus felt his own mouth get dry as the Hufflepuff whispered in his ear,” just can’t wait till you read what’s on the other side.”

“What?” Regulus’s face paled.

[Y/N] let go of Regulus’s hand as she jumped off the bed and threw her bag over her shoulder. 

“See you tomorrow in class, Reggie,” [Y/N] smiled as she spun around and began to walk towards the Hospital Wing’s doors. Regulus quickly sat up and leaned over, a mix of panic and confusion drenching his features.

“What did you do, [Y/N]?! What did you write? I told you if you wrote anything stupid—!”

“Oh, calm down, Black!” [Y/N] called from the door,” it’s nothing too ludicrous! Well I mean—all that matters is that it’s funny! Don’t worry about it! Everyone’ll get a kick out of it!”

“Merlin, what did she—?” Regulus tried and failed to raise his leg,” [Y/N]? [Y/N]! Hey! Get back here! Tell me what you wrote! [Y/N]!”

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here’s a Snadger :) and yes, reader wrote the snadger and drew hearts around it as well

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I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed) 

Warning:  cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..” 

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life. 

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked. 

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]—!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose. 

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him. 

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”