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Timmy gifs that make me fall for him all over again 🥺🖤

I really should start writing for him...

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Immortals

Reglus×Reader

Hi! This is the first thing I've ever posted. It's not perfect but I like it a lot, so...here it is 🙃

English isn't my first language, so i apologize in advance for eventual mistakes.

You had never noticed the little freckles on his skin.

Well, no, you definitely had, but you had never admired them so up close.

The sun was kissing his skin, making those little dots of magic stand out like a blanket of stars in the night sky.

Which was fitting, you thought, as he was, after all, named after a star.

Laying in bed you admired the gentle slope of his nose, as he was breathing slowly, calmly, completely at peace.

The softness of his mouth, of his lips that were the sweetest of tastes, the most addicting of flavors. Lips that turned hungry, needy, ravenous but still delicate as an angel's kiss when they made contact with your skin. Scorching hot and, at the same time, sweetly soothing.

The-

The arch of his eyebrows, almost always in a frown, as they were now relaxed and framing his perfect features.

The soft texture of his black curls, spread on the pillow like a halo, like he was a gift sent directly from heaven itself.

“I can feel you staring” he says quietly. 

No hint of malice in his voice, just calmness. 

His eyes were still closed, long eyelashes gently kissing his skin.

“I'm not staring” You say lifting your head and supporting it on your elbow “just admiring” 

An airy chuckle leaves his lips as they curl up the slightest bit.

“There's nothing to admire here that isn't you”

He says it like the most casual thing in the world. 

And you swoon, lovestruck.

His eyes are still close, but his head is tilted and he is now facing you completely.

“I beg to differ” you say as your hand goes to tuck a loose strand of hair away from his forehead and behind his ear. He hums in content.

“You are beautiful, Regulus” 

You say breathlessly.

That makes him open his eyes and suddenly you're drowning in the gray of his orbs. A summer storm that brings you comfort and peace. Your entire world.

“You always say that” he says. He adjusts his position to mimic yours, but his gaze seems almost lost, shocked by your words. Like he could never believe that he was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on.

“I say it because it's true” you breathe softly, your eyes honest and a smile on your lips. “You look like you were painted, like you were made to be painted. You look like you were sculpted by Michelangelo himself. You look like you could make angels cry just because they witnessed your beauty in all its glory. You look like a work of art Regulus. You are a work of art” 

You get closer to him with every word that leaves your mouth, inch by inch, until there's only a breath separating your mouths.

And in a heartbeat that disappears too as your lips meet in the softest of kisses.

It's no time for hunger.

It's no time for eagerness

It's no time for neediness.

It's time for devotion, for worship.

It's time for love.

As you pour all your love in that simple touch of lips.

And he does too.

All the devotion, the admiration, the fondness.

All the love. 

“I could write entire poems about you” he says on your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek so tenderly, like he was afraid of breaking you with just a single brush of his fingers.

“Pages on pages of words that couldn't even get close to the perfection that you are. And those who read my word will know only a fragment of your beauty, of your breathtaking being. Calliope pales in comparison to you. Dante wishes he had a muse as divine as you”

He is breathless, and your heart is about to explode in your chest as he whispers those words against your lips.

“You are a work of art, my love” 

You dive in and kiss him, and kiss him again, and again, and again, until both your lips go numb and you become one with him and him with you.

They say that if an artist loves you, you will be immortal. 

How lucky it is, then, that you portrayed Regulus every chance you got, like it was the last drawing you'll ever do. Like he would fade if you didn't draw every single detail of his perfect face every time you had the chance to.

And how lucky it is that Regulus had an entire collection of diaries, full of words dedicated to you, written for and to you, like he wanted to imprint on paper every breath you took and each and every one of your lashes, of your moles. Your perfection in his eyes. 

How lucky that you'll both live forever.

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ᴡɪʟʟʏ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ. ᴛʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ, ɪ- ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ?

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felix who gifts you necklaces with your intial or you name on them. felix who takes you shopping whenever you want. felix who plans movie dates in the library with snacks and cuddles. felix who will draw you a warm bath when you are having a bad day. felix who will protect you with his life. felix who confides in you. felix who proposes after you graduate from oxford. felix who picked out the most gorgeous and delicate engagement ring. felix who takes you to paris and rome on your honeymoon. felix who wants to start a family with you. felix who becomes a proud father of twins. felix who plays with your children in the grassy field, while you watch with admiration. felix who pulls you into his arms every night and never wants to let you go.

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Second Son (XI) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: Yule Break extinguishes away in a wave of concerning news and uncertainty. Blaise asks for a favor, and Y/N has to juggle goals and friendships as Harry searches for an answer from Slughorn.

Part X / Part XII / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: We are getting to the climax! Next chapter will be the end of Sixth Year.

The chill that wracked through your body had you twitching your head in a shudder every couple of minutes. Sirius was pacing around the kitchen, murmuring heatedly to himself, and you suspected that he would try and head to the Burrow – or what was left of it, to fetch Harry any second now. 

You had insisted on making your way over by floo the moment the news had sunk in, but the look in Sirius’ eyes had you pausing in the doorway. It would be unfair to leave him alone, and you knew that he was worried about your safety as well. 

No use getting caught in any crossfire, Harry could look out for himself. 

Darting your eyes to look at the clock, you realized that only half an hour had passed since Harry’s patronus delivered the news. Wringing your hands in your lap, you resisted the urge to run upstairs and collapse into a heap on your bed. Regulus was eerily silent, and you were sure he was trying to process the news as well. 

Harry’s message had been ominous, and you were sure he purposely did so because it was something Sirius wasn’t meant to know. The odds were not looking promising for you in that case. 

The sudden muted crackling of the floo network has you snapping your head up, eyes immediately catching sight of a disheveled Harry. Sirius is pouncing on the disoriented boy before you can even rise from your seat, quickly assessing him for any visible injuries. 

“I’m alright. It’s okay.” Harry weakly brushes away Sirius’ clammy fingers, sending a reassuring nod at the older man. It takes only a few more moments of fussing before the man is backing off, stepping to the side so that Harry can approach you. 

You are enveloped in warmth before you can even register anything, your body moving on its own accord. The force of your movements have the chair wobbling unsteadily, and even Harry seems surprised by your swift gesticulations. 

Pulling back, you’re hesitant to ask, “Is everyone okay?” Your voice was shaky, while your chest was rising and falling harshly from anxiety. 

Harry nods, but a shadow falls over his eyes and he drops his head onto your shoulder. Pursing your lips in confusion, you see Sirius tilt his head in worry at the both of you. It takes a few more moments before Harry slowly steps away from you, spinning around to look at his Godfather nervously. 

“Sirius, is it alright if we have some privacy?” Harry asked, throat bobbing as he tried to process the events of the day. “Just for a bit, I mean.”

The man nods and to your relief, gives you both a look of understanding. “Of course. I’ll be in my room.” With more certainty and elegance than you’ve ever seen displayed by the man, he is quick to dismiss himself, practically floating up the staircase. 

Turning your head aside, you slowly amble back to your spot at the dinner table. Harry trails after you, head inclined to stare at his muddy shoes as he rounds the table to sit across from you. 

“Harry, what did you mean? What does he know?” Your impatience is palpable as your words hang heavy in the air. 

Twisting his fingers, eyes intent on avoiding yours, you are barely able to decipher his words, “It’s Regulus. He knows about his portrait.” 

“What?! How?” You credit yourself for not immediately breaking down into tears or falling into a fit of laughter, but you were very much on the verge of slamming your face onto the wood in front of you to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

Before Harry can respond, you whip your head to look over your shoulder to make sure Sirius was still upstairs. Reaching into your pocket, you pull Regulus’ portrait out, desperately needing something to ground you. 

Harry doesn’t even blink at your movements, instead rubbing at his temples to try and connect his brain to his mouth. Regulus is staring up at you in worry, but you weren’t sure if it was for your sake or for his. 

“He got in my head. After the attack, he was unbelievably happy…and I could feel him worming his way into my mind. And then…he was so, so angry.” Harry shakes his head, and peers up at you with a grimace. 

Bringing Regulus' frame to your chest, you hug the small object tightly before leveling your eyes to look at Harry, “What should we do?” 

“I…I don’t know. But I’m so sorry, it’s my fault.” Harry’s self-flagellation has you shaking your head firmly, lips pressed tightly from stress. 

“No. This isn’t on you, Harry. It was bound to happen eventually. Our goals haven’t changed, and this only serves as encouragement to kill this fucker faster.” Your words are quiet, but venomous – fury poorly veiled as your mind raced. 

Harry releases a shaky breath before readjusting his glasses, “It’s my fault, but thank you for saying that. And…I don’t think we should tell Sirius.” 

Your eyebrows slowly raise up to your hairline at his words, “You’re sure?” 

“If Voldemort is targeting Regulus now, it would be better if Sirius stayed in the dark. He’s already restless enough as is, and telling him would only make him more eager to leave the house.” Harry’s words make sense, but you’re still unconvinced. Pulling Regulus away from your chest, you glance down at the boy in silent question, merely frowning when the boy hesitantly nods in agreement. 

Before you can respond to Harry’s words, Regulus breaks the silence, “Birdie, we should tell him about it.” His words are hushed, and you have half the mind to flush at his words, clearing your throat as Harry shoots you a small teasing glance. 

Ignoring the look from your friend, you lean back in your seat as you get ready to open another can of worms, “Harry, what do you know about Horcruxes?” 

Unfortunately, Harry was not as nonplussed as you expected him to be. In fact, he gave no hint that he was at all familiar with the word. You nearly groaned at the confused look that overtook your friend's face. Harry was not a good actor, and he had no reason to lie to you anyway. 

So, Harry really had no clue about the horcruxes. 

After the boy’s clueless demeanor became all too much for you to handle, you decided to cut your discussion short, opting to instead interrogate the boy on the events of Burrow attack. 

Your Yule Break ended on a bittersweet note, and you were surprised by the hug Sirius hauled you into as you attempted to lug your things through the door. You were still very much worried about Voldemort’s revelation, but he wouldn’t dare to try anything while you were in the safe confines of Hogwarts’ walls. 

It was currently your third day back from break, and you were still trying to shake off the sluggishness of procrastination that clung to your brain. As you bound down the stairs, having been dismissed from Arithmancy, you nearly jump out of your skin as you feel something bump into your elbow. 

Pausing in your step, heart skipping at the scare, you crane your head over your shoulder. 

“Blaise! I almost rolled down the steps.” Your huff of indignation brings a smile to the Italian’s face, before it shatters and falls flat into a grim line. 

Edging around your figure, he begins to walk next to you, “Fancy a talk, Y/N?” 

Shrugging to hide your brimming curiosity, you send a small smile to your friend, “If you insist, B.” Your teasing words have him rolling his eyes. The nickname came easy as it was merely just a reminder of how he signed all of his letters to you with ‘-B’. 

As you both wander through the halls, you don’t miss the incredulous looks being thrown your way. It was to be expected, one of Draco’s closest friends willingly associating themselves with one of Harry’s best friends? Utter madness.

“Everyone is looking at us like we’ve just set Fudge’s bloody knickers on fire.” You breathe, pointedly averting your eyes to stare above everyone’s heads. 

Blaise chuckles at your words and sends a wink towards someone from a younger year, nearly causing them to faceplant, “I wouldn’t expect any less.” 

“Are you sure you’re allowed to be seen so openly with me?” Your voice is low and carries an edge of worry, causing Blaise to quirk his eyebrow. 

Shaking his head, he doesn’t allow his gaze to stray, “It might come as a shock, but everyone with a functioning brain knows that I align myself with my mother.” 

You hum in understanding at his words. Blaise’s mother, the Contessa Zabini, was infamous for her blithing neutrality. Of course, which meant that this war was of no concern to her. 

“I don’t suppose this is just any ordinary chat.” You huff and side eye the boy, “Don’t look so surprised, you were as stiff as a board earlier.” 

Blaise smiles despite the way his gaze hardens at the reminder, “Quick you are on the uptake. But yes, I came to ask you for a favor.” 

“Well, I’m all ears.” You readjust the strap of your bag as Blaise flicks his wand around by his side, muttering a small incantation. It seemed that this favor would be one of the heavier ones, as there would be no other reason as to why Blaise would cast a muffling charm otherwise. 

“It’s about Draco.” 

Tilting your head, but keeping your eyes pointed forwards, you can only hum in confusion. Blaise exhales quietly and straightens up his shoulders, “He’s still being secretive, but after Yule, it’s gotten much worse. He’s spreading himself thin on whatever he’s doing, and he doesn’t seem to be sleeping as of late either.” 

Feeling concern pool in your chest, you frown lightly, “You’re thinking the same thing I’m thinking right?” 

Blaise nods grimly, “I didn’t want to believe it.” 

“Shit. I thought that minors weren’t allowed to take the mark though? Is Voldemort growing that desperate?” Your words are tinged with anger and you wince as you realize that Draco probably wasn’t the only student being drafted into Voldemort’s forces. 

“He must be. I don’t know what’ll happen now, but by the end of this year…well, it must be what Draco is working towards. He seems to be anxious on time. So, I just need you to help me keep an eye on him. And also, maybe have Potter sod off. His stalking is a bit disconcerting.” Blaise’s last words come out with a dry huff that has him crossing his arms, clearly bemused by your friend’s obsession with the Malfoy heir. 

“Completely understandable, and I completely agree. No worries, B, you have my word. I’ll make sure Malfoy doesn’t blow himself up, and I’ll gently guide Harry to worry about more pressing matters.” Your insouciant smile has Blaise mirroring the expression, knocking his shoulder into yours in appreciation. 

“Much appreciated. Ah, and your request for those Norwegian grimoires is in the works. My mother was quite intrigued by your letter, and she hopes to meet you over tea in the future.” Blaise’s words have you straightening up, faltering midstep. You were endlessly grateful for the help, but you wouldn’t know how to properly act in the presence of such polite company. 

Cracking your knuckles, you can feel the headache coming in, “Thank you. Though, I expect a crash course on proper mannerisms before any of that takes place.” 

Blaise waves it off with an easy-going smirk, “Don’t fret, she’ll like you. She’s just always been keen on assessing who I keep in my circle.” 

Conceding at his words, you give him a small farewell by sticking out your fist, only moving past him when he knocks it gently with his own fist. 

You hoped you lived through whatever shit fest Voldemort planned to rain upon Wizarding Britain. You wouldn’t mind having Blaise as a life-long, begrudging friend – even if that meant having to deal with imposing aristocrats. 

Maybe Reggie could give you some advice later. 

No matter what though, you would make sure your friends and Regulus stayed safe through it all. You supposed now you were adding Draco to the list of people you needed to look out for, feeling his fate to be redolent of Regulus’. 

After your chat with Blaise, Harry tracked you down a few hours later while you were in the library and practically herded you to the Room of Requirements. 

Knowing better than to fight the boy, you simply let him. 

As the doors seal away behind you both, you glance around to see that Harry had willed the room to transform into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. Interesting choice. 

“What’s up, Harry?” You grunt as you flop into one of the chairs. 

Harry runs his hands along his trousers in nervousness before licking his lips, “Want to rehash that conversation we had during Yule?” 

Raising your eyebrows, it takes you a moment to pinpoint what exactly he meant. “Oh? Sure, if you wish.” Your remark is followed by quick movements as you fish Regulus out of your robe pockets. 

“Great. Well, you know how I’ve been having private lessons with Dumbledore?” You roll your eyes as you prop Reggie against the fruit bowl. 

Leaning back, you keep your gaze on Regulus’ straight face as you answer, “Yes. Still not sure what you’re getting out of it though.” 

Harry waves hesitantly at your unimpressed Slytherin, “Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I just finished my latest lesson and it’s all kind of clicking. Dumbledore wants me to find out what Slughorn knows about horcruxes. Apparently, he’s the one that Tom went to for information during his school days.” 

At this, Regulus sneers, “Slughorn? Does this mean that he’s the one responsible for everything? Responsible for this?” 

You frown at his words, resisting the urge to reach over and poke his portrait to try and quell his incense. Harry slowly nods and cringes as if coming to a realization, “Yes. And I need to try and get Slughorn to tell me about it. Dumbledore said that Slughorn gave him a tampered memory, one where it looked like Slughorn refused Tom’s request.” 

“I would assume he would. Not many would be willing to own up to the fact that they’re somewhat responsible for causing a genocide.” You huff, “And the rise of a Dark Lord mere years after the whole Grindelwald thing.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes, muttering something about ‘damned self-preservation’ as if he weren’t a Slytherin himself. 

Harry seems to grow paler as he realizes that Slughorn would likely swallow his own foot before recounting his life’s greatest mistakes to the one person most damned by it. 

Reaching over to pat his hand, you swivel your gaze to Regulus, “Bear, we should try and figure out the remaining fuzzy gaps in your memory. Maybe it’ll help Harry out.” 

You don’t miss the way Regulus sputters at your words, but you decide to switch your gaze back to your friend just as he opens his mouth to speak, “Right…okay. Good chat. Well, I’ll keep you both updated then. I should get going, Ron has been itching to play Wizard’s Chess with me.” 

An amused smile crawls onto your face at your friend’s awkwardness, realizing that he was likely running off because of your words to Regulus. 

“Pulverize you in chess, you mean?” You snicker at your friend’s defeated expression, waving him off as he hurriedly exits the room. 

Tilting your head back to examine the gloomy ceiling, you ignore the way Regulus’ eyes burn into your temple. 

“Bear?” Regulus’ voice is quiet but impressively pouty, and you have to suppress the laugh  bubbling up in your throat as you see his frown. 

“Yeah, teddy bear. Now, I need your help on proper pureblood mannerisms. Contessa Zabini wants to have tea with me soon and I want to impress her.” Your last words come out muffled as you drape yourself onto the table, exasperated by the prospect. 

Regulus hums, forgetting about the new nickname fiasco, “Impress her to take advantage of her influence, you mean?” You peek over at him and roll your eyes at the proud smile he’s trying to hide. 

“Well, yes. But Blaise is my friend, and I think he’ll appreciate it if his mother didn’t want to smite me.” 

Regulus nods, but the amused glow in his eyes doesn’t disappear, “I suppose I could help. I won’t go easy on you like I did when I was teaching you those Defense Spells though.” 

You groan goodheartedly, wanting to protest that there was nothing even remotely easy about those lessons. Though, you had little to complain about, overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of being taught by Regulus again. 

Merlin. You were a crup puppy. A pathetic, sappy, crup puppy.

Maybe Contessa Zabini had a tome somewhere that could help you cure your lovesickness. 

You stewed over your growing feelings and the slight amorality of them for far longer than you’d be comfortable to admit, nearly banging your head against a pillar after leaving the Room of Requirements. 

Decidedly troubled, you shift your mental energy in a different direction. Unfortunately, focusing on your friends to ignore these feelings proved to be more stressful than you’d bargain for. It was only the next morning and you were sprinting around the castle, first to make sure Ron hadn’t upped and died in the Hospital Wing, and then barreling to the owlery to continue corresponding with Contessa Zabini. 

You were beat. 

To make matters worse, you were still (regrettably) making good on your promise to Blaise, practically keeping Harry on a leash as he wandered around the castle. 

“Harry, I promise, I’ll keep an eye on Draco to make sure he isn’t summoning demons or making blood sacrifices. You have too much on your plate already, and if you’re right about Snape and Draco and all that, I will personally fund your butterbeer addiction for the rest of your life.” You grumbled in a low voice, fingers twitching as you stopped yourself from grabbing ahold of the boy’s robe collar. 

Harry’s jaw clenches before he reluctantly nods, “Alright.” 

Clasping your hands together behind you, you tilt your head to the side as you both stumble into a particular empty alcove, “You’re making another attempt with Slughorn tonight, right?” Your words are casual, but even you could hear the cautionary edge in them. 

“Yeah. I have a plan this time.” His determined words have you retreating from your curiosity, opting to instead trust his judgment, even if Harry was not exactly lauded for his astuteness.

Realizing that you were approaching one of the castle’s atriums, you end the conversation with a quick remark, “If you succeed, I expect to be able to…audit one of these lessons of yours. After all, I’m not exactly clueless about horcurxes.” 

Harry gives you an agreeable nod before he parts from your side and gets lost in the swarm of students in front of you. Nodding to yourself in satisfaction, you’re seldom surprised when you glance to your side and meet dark eyes. 

Scanning your surroundings, you slowly edge towards the shadows, subtly nodding your head to one of the exits. Spinning around, you make your way back to where you came from, patiently leaning against the wall as you find the familiar desolate hall. 

“We’ve been seeing each other more and more, B.” Your musing is met with a deadpan as he takes his place on the opposite wall, quickly making sure that no one was around. 

“I’ve discovered what our little dragon is up to.” Blaise’s words are completely flat, but his eyes twinkle like he’s beaten you to the punch at solving a riddle. 

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms, “Don’t make it sound like we’ve adopted him or something.” 

“Oh, right. Hope I’m not stepping on your lover’s toes.” 

You shake your head, smiling a little at his words. It was a good thing Regulus was in your dorm at the moment since you don’t know how you would explain Blaise’s words to him otherwise. 

“So what is he up to? I don’t suppose it would have anything to do with the strange dark artifacts flying around the student population? Didn’t realize Voldemort wanted innocent students to be attacked.” Raising your eyebrows, you see Blaise give you an impressed look. 

Yeah, you could use your brain too. 

“Correct you are. He was acting suspicious when we all saw Katie Bell walking around the dining hall. I practically had to hand-feed him to get his attention. Besides, I’ve seen him making his way to the seventh floor corridor more than once.” Blaise peers up at you from his lashes, giving you a knowing look, “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” 

You hear footsteps approaching and you shoot the Italian a quick glance before moving away from the wall, “Your uncanny ability to know everything is annoying.” You groan at his smile, “Fine. I’ll show you tomorrow.” 

He inclines his head in thanks before kicking off the wall, sticking out his fist in farewell. Bumping his hand, you’re the first to depart, deciding to head off to the library to await Harry’s arrival. 

Hopefully, Slughorn would cave under Harry’s unrelenting persistence. 

You didn’t know if it was your wishful thinking or Harry’s persuasive abilities that led to his success, but you didn’t wait around to ruminate over it as Harry rounded around a bookshelf and paced towards your expectant figure. 

The boy held up a small vial of cloudy wisps, nodding at your anticipatory gaze. You both stayed quiet as you practically jogged to Dumbledore’s office, waiting behind Harry as he supplied the familiar stone gargoyle with a password (again, the name of another popular sweet you’ve seen Dumbledore stock in bulk). 

As you both pad into the round office, Dumbledore shoots you a confused glance before Harry holds up the glass vial for the headmaster to see. 

“Very good, my boy. And how may I be of assistance–” Before Dumbledore can find a way to dismiss you, Harry steps forwards and shakes his head. 

“Y/N knows about the horcruxes, even before I did.” Harry said, gesturing to you in emphasis. 

Dumbledore nods and you see his eyes flicker down to your hand, studying your ring with an all-knowing frown, “Very well. Then we shall proceed.” 

Harry hands the vial to Dumbledore, who quickly uncaps it and summons a pensieve. You barely manage to mask your surprise at the sight of such a valuable object, instead making your way to stand by Harry’s side. Dumbledore merely gives you both an affirming nod before you’re all being pulled into the memory. 

It was disorienting to be so aware, almost like you were shoved into someone else’s dream. The surroundings were marred by a strange film of color, and you almost wanted to throw something to gauge your existence in the memory. 

Directing your attention to the main event of the memory, you have to stop yourself from becoming entranced by the sight of Tom Riddle, who looked so young, innocent – human. 

You feel as though you’re in the foggy haze of Slughorn’s office for hours, and you unintentionally let out a loud gasp as the memory ends and you’re all dragged by into reality. 

“Seven? Seven horcruxes?! He must have only a sliver of his soul left, no?” Your words come out taut, and your throat constricts as Dumbledore gives you a grim nod. It was purely skepticism to consider that Voldemort succeeded with all seven, but he likely had given how stubborn the bastard was. 

How the hell were you meant to track down seven of these artifacts?

Harry and Dumbledore break off into a hushed conversation as you try to stop your hands from shaking. 

You had to find all of these horcruxes, destroy them, and then kill Voldemort – a perfectly conceivable mission. Right. 

You rejoin the two men as they continue their talk, and Dumbledore stops to consider something. Harry glances at you and you merely shrug, matching his frown as the weight of reality starts to sink in for you both. 

Dumbledore inhales sharply before clasping his hands together, gazing at you both intently, “We must journey somewhere tonight, but I am afraid it is very dangerous. However, you are both welcome to accompany me if you wish.” 

Furrowing your brows, you study Dumbledore’s expression, seeing Harry slowly nod in your peripheral vision. Both men turn to you, and you crane your head back in consideration. 

“Would you both wait for me while I fetch something I need?” Your words come out light, and you briefly reconsider the request. Bringing Regulus was more for comfort than anything, but tagging along on a possibly macabre trip would be unsettling for anyone and you don’t know if Regulus would appreciate it. 

Dumbledore nods and gestures for the both of you to go ahead, “Why don’t you both go and get ready, we will convene at the astronomy tower in half an hour.” 

You practically fly away at the dismissal, but Harry lingers back in hesitation. Turning around to check on your friend, you lightly frown as he waves you off. 

The walk back to your dorm goes undisturbed and you barely realize how quickly it goes by, too consumed with anxiety. Regulus remains quiet as you stalk towards your beside, gazing up at you in concern when you hesitate with your words. 

“Will you come with me?” Your whisper is a tad insecure. 

“Always.” 

You smile at his resolute answer, “It’s going to be dangerous.” 

Regulus shakes his head lightly and crosses his arms, “All the more reason for me to be with you.” 

That’s all the assurance you need.

You are the first to reach the astronomy tower, but you don’t have to wait long before Harry and Dumbledore arrive. The three of you were sporting frowns that varied in degrees of uncertainty, yours being the most blatant. 

“Take my arms.” Dumbledore’s words have you snapping out of your thoughts, and you share a confused glance with Harry. 

“But sir, I thought you couldn’t apparate within Hogwarts ground?” You blanch. Dumbledore merely winks at you before he’s offering you and Harry his arms. 

“Well, being me has its privileges.” 

The tug of apparating was viscerally discombobulating, and you regretted not having more practice with it. You and Hermione had signed up for apparition lessons, but the act still had you swaying after every attempt. 

As the three of you land on something rocky, you’re keenly aware of the scent of sea salt wafting around you. Opening your eyes, you gape at the sight of fervid waves crashing all around you. Water sprays by your feet and you inhale deeply as a cool breeze whips past your figures in greeting.

In front of you awaits an inky cave carved into the cliffside. 

You feel a sudden chill, and tense up as something familiar slams into your magic. 

The cave felt like an endless web of distinct magic types, each weaving around and becoming drowned out as another surfaced against your magic. 

Were there wizards in there? 

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Our Future | James Potter x Reader Part 1

( this is heavily inspired by the movie 17 again)

It’s James’ big night. He’s playing the biggest match of his quidditch school life. There are scouts in the crowd and if he’s lucky and plays really well then he can hopefully get a chance to play quidditch professionally when he leaves Hogwarts this year. There’s just one problem you’re his girlfriend and you have something big to tell him just before his game something that will change his life forever.

Y/n waits on the side lines of the quidditch pitch, she nervous and she’s not sure if she should tell James her news before his big match.

James spots his girlfriend sat alone and makes his way over to her.

“Hey Love.”

He kisses her softly and sits down beside her.

“Everything okay? You look a little nervous? Is everything okay?”

James can’t help but notice she’s been acting a little different lately. Somethings up but he can’t quite work out what.

“Hey Jamie … I need to tell you something.”

Y/n nervously says.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.”

James says this while he wraps an arm around her back for support. He hopes whatever is bothering her isn’t too bad. He can’t bear to see her upset.

“There’s no one else you’d rather tell it too, right?”

Y/n sighs. “You’ve got your big game I don’t want to ruin anything.” She says.

“Y/n don’t worry.”

James pulls her slightly closer so that his chin is resting on her shoulder. He kisses her gently on her head.

“You won’t ruin anything by telling me something, not anything. I love you, you can tell me anything no matter what it is.”

James says this in an assuring tone, hoping that whatever it is, it isn’t going to be bad news.

“Just tell me what’s on your mind. I won’t get mad or upset at you. Whatever it is, we can get through it together.”

“I’m … I’m pregnant.” she whispers

James’ entire world freezes around him. He blinks and takes a deep breath.

“You’re…. pregnant?”

His mind is trying to catch up with everything right now.

“You’re sure?”

James asks. He wants to be supportive of

Y/n as he’s pretty sure this wasn’t intentional. He looks at her with a soft, reassuring smile knowing that regardless of everything he’ll still love and care for her.

“ Yes James … I’m sure.” Y/n says.

“Oh.”

James says this quietly, realising just what this means.

“How… are you feeling?”

He asks this softly.

“What do…. we do?”

James asks this worriedly as he’s trying to think about the many different ways this can go and he also wants to make sure Y/n doesn’t feel trapped or forced into something she doesn’t want to do like if she wants to be a mother or not.

I … Y/n is about to speak but James is being called onto the quidditch pitch the match is about to begin.

“Oh crap.”

James says this when one of the refs whistles.

“I need to go, can you wait here?”

He asks this while giving her one last comforting hug.

“I’ll come back. I just need to play. I’ll be quick.”

He says this while hurrying over to his teammates and grabbing his broom. He’s going to have to figure out how to deal with this news in the background.

Y/n doesn’t say anything she’s scared.

James blows her a kiss like he always does before he starts his quidditch match.

“Love you!”

James mouths to her.

What are we going to do?, James thinks worriedly to himself as he takes to the pitch.

It’s hard to play and be focused when you’ve got something like this running through his mind but he’s gonna try and play his heart out.

James is having a really hard time concentrating he’s not doing anything right in the game , the scouts are judging him.

“I hate this!”

James growls this under his breath as he’s having just a terrible game which is really messing with his head.

He’s just had an earful from his captain who is trying to be as encouraging as possible but even he is losing his patience.

James is just getting more frustrated and can’t concentrate on the match at all now because of Y/n’s pregnancy.

Y/n runs away from the quidditch match she’s scared and doesn’t want to ruin anything for James or his future.

Eventually all good things must come to an end and the game comes to an end.

James is just about to head over to where

Y/n is to apologise and see how she is doing when he spots her walking away from the pitch.

“Y/N!”

He chases after her, wanting to talk to her but knowing now is probably not the best time.

He just watches her until she’s out of sight wondering when he’ll get the next chance to talk to her about everything that’s just happened.

James catches up with Y/n and runs after her.

“Y/n!”

James calls out for her and is trying to catch up with her. He knows he really needs to talk to her before she gets too far away.

“Please Y/n just wait a second! I’m not here to give you a hard time and I’m not mad with you. Please I just need to talk to you.”

“James please just go back to celebrate the game!” She says.

“No! Please Y/n just… just talk to me,”

James demands this of her. He doesn’t want her to walk away from him as he’s got so much he wants to talk to her about.

“Please y/n just don’t leave.”

He says this, begging with her as one tear falls down one of his cheeks. He knows it looks like he’s having a breakdown right now but at this very moment he just needs Y/n to stay here and talk.

“I don’t want to ruin your future Jamie.” She says to him in tears.

“You aren’t going to ruin anything Y/n!”

James says this and as he wipes his tears away he continues to beg with her to stay.

“Come on please give us a chance to talk and figure out how to move forward here.”

James says this, wanting to have a bit of time for him and Y/n to work out how to solve this predicament they’re both in now for the better for both of them.

“ You’re my future… the baby is my future.” James continues and stops to wrap his arms around her.

“You and I, me and you and our baby.”

The rest of the world fades away for James and it’s just him and Y/n, holding on to each other tightly and reassuringly.

“You and I are in this together, we’re going to have a baby together.”

He says this with a confident grin showing that he’s not afraid of this baby and he’s actually excited about everything that’s going to happen.

“But what about your dream of playing quidditch?” Y/n says.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m still going to play quidditch. I’m not going to let a baby get in the way of my dreams and this baby isn’t going to stop you from doing anything either. We’re gonna be parents and we’re going to be the best damn parents there is. We’ve got this.”

James says this passionately and he sounds reassuring.

Y/n frowns the baby will be a lot of hard work and if James continues to play quidditch then who will help her look after the baby.

“The baby will be a lot of hard work James! Who will look after them if you’re playing quidditch?” She asks him.

“We will.”

James says this and looks at Y/n directly in the eyes to reassure her.

“That’s what I mean. We’ll do this together. We’ll figure it out and we’ll be the best parents in the world.”

James says this with a confident look on his face. He is sure that as long as he and Y/n are together, they’ll be able to figure out pretty much anything.

“We’re going to be amazing parents. I know we will. You just gotta trust me on that.”

Y/n wants to believe him but she has her doubts.

“But if you become a professional quidditch player you’ll never have the time .” She says.

“I’ll make time,”

James says this with a reassuring smile.

“We’ll find a way, I promise. Do you want me to stop playing?”

James asks this softly but firmly. He wants his girlfriend to know that if it’s the best for her then he’ll stop playing quidditch. The game isn’t worth more than her. She’s the most important thing in his life to him.

“I can’t let you waste your future .” Y/n whispers.

James gives her a soft, romantic kiss on the forehead.

“It won’t be a waste if you and our baby are by my side every step of the way.”

James says this affectionately and smiles at her.

“Just say the word and I won’t play quidditch but if you want me too then I’ll continue to take to the skies. It’s up to you love.”

James says this in a tender way, wanting to make sure that this decision is Y/n’s choice and only hers.

“We’ll need you every step of the way are you prepared to stop playing?” She asks him.

“Of course!”

James says this excitedly and with no hesitation. He’s not going to let Y/n deal with this alone. If she tells him to stop playing and be more present and there for her and their kid then he’s going to do that.

The idea of being a father both excites and terrifies him at the same time and he doesn’t know what to feel yet.

“Are you absolutely sure? What if you regret everything when we’re older?” Y/n says worrying about their future.

“I’m absolutely sure.”

James responds to her with just an ounce of determination. He isn’t one for big decisions or risks but for this he’d do anything.

“I won’t regret anything. I love you and I’m going to love our child more than anything. Whatever may happen we’ll face it together as parents.”

James says this and it’s clear that he’s absolutely certain in his decision. Anything for her and their baby.

“I love you Y/n!”

James says this lovingly and picks Y/n up and spins her around in his arms.

He’s never felt happier than at this moment and when she’s in his arms spinning around it just feels like nothing else in the world matters. It’s just them.

“ I love you too James.” She says laughing.

James kisses her deeply afterwards and it’s filled with lots of love and affection.

“We’re gonna be amazing parents. I know it.”

He says this to Y/n with lots of joy, still feeling an intense sense of love for her right now.

(I wrote this with character.ai there will most likely be a part two!)

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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

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It's true though 😅😅

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He’s very smitten - Inspired by @/le_narcissique on Instagram

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Union

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Regulus x Reader, James x Regulus

Warnings: angst, homophobia, abuse, outing, pregnancy

Word Count: 5.4K+

A/N: Part 3 to Hate! This is a lot angstier and darker than the last two parts

Regulus had been avoiding you and James like the plague since the night of the concert. You had tried to talk to James about it but once again he had told you he wanted to forget it. You suspected this time around, though, he was more concerned with the idea of Sirius finding out. You were laying in your dark, cool dorm with the curtains drawn in the middle of the day. You had been sick for the past few days, feeling overly nauseous and sweaty. James had stopped by your dorm before Quidditch practice to check on you and ask if you wanted to come but you just shook your head, telling him you would see him at dinner. 

You finally pulled yourself out of bed to go to the hospital wing to see if Madame Pomfrey could help you. You stepped into the bathroom to wash your face and saw that one of the other girls had left a tampon sitting on the counter. An icy wave of realization washed over you as you realized your period was over two weeks late. Your period was never late, you had been regular since you had gotten it so this was cause for stress. You made your way down the hospital wing, this time with different intentions. Luckily for you, the hospital wing was empty, only Madame Pomfrey was around, working like a little cyclone. 

“Madame Pomfrey?” You cleared your throat. 

“Yes!” She turned and gave you a warm smile, “I’ve heard you’ve been a bit under the weather, dear. Why don’t you have a seat?” She pushed back the curtain to one of the beds and gestured for you to sit down. You felt tears start to well in your eyes as you took a deep breath.

“I, um, I think I need a pregnancy test.”

“Can you tell me about your symptoms, dear?” Madame Pomfrey had a neutral expression on her face but you saw the way her eyes widened when you asked for the test. 

“I’ve been pretty nauseous these past few days and my period is over two weeks late.” You said, digging your nails into your palms trying to stop tears from coming. 

“Alright dear, there could be a number of things causing this but why don’t we give you the test and we’ll go from there.” Madame Pomfrey gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder before disappearing into a cupboard and reappearing with a test. She gave you privacy to take the test and then set it on the counter and told you to wait a quarter of an hour. She gave you a cup of tea and began to sip her own when a group of students burst in to the hospital wing. 

“What’s going on?” Madame Pomfrey immediately had her hands on her hips. You quickly shut the curtain and pulled your knees to your chest. You could hear chatter and Madame Pomfrey ordering the students to leave, save for the injured student. It seemed that someone had been the victim of one of Sirius’ famous never ending exploding inkwells and the student could not stop vomiting ink. 

“Hold on a moment, dear, this will stop the ink from coming but you’ll need to rest for a few moments to make sure all the ink on your tongue is out.” She handed the student a bucket and made her way back over to you. She opened the curtain only slightly so she could enter and then immediately closed it behind her to preserve your privacy. 

“Alright then, let’s look at this.” Madame Pomfrey put her glasses on and then held the test to her eyes. She let out a small gasp before clearing her throat.

“Oh my god,” you said, your heart dropping into your stomach.

“The test is positive. However, you have many options for how you would like to proceed.” 

“I think I need to go,” you said, your blood was roaring in your ears, “I need to talk to James.”

“Of course, dear. You will need to meet with a more specialized mediwitch that I can put you and your parents in contact with whenever you need.” Madame Pomfrey smiled at you. You could only nod as you collected your things and pushed the curtain open. You were exiting the hospital wing when someone else threw open their curtain and called, 

“Madame Pomfrey I think I’m alright now.” The student stood from the bed and you felt the blood drain from your face. It was Regulus.

“Oh, hi.” He said, looking at you up and down. 

“Hi, what are you doing here?”  

“Sirius and his exploding ink well nonsense. What are you doing here?” The question was innocent enough but you felt your eyes welling with tears again. 

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” Regulus looked incredibly uncomfortable watching you break down in front of him.

“Sorry,” you said, wiping your eyes and nose, “it’s nothing. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Dear, would you like to keep this? Oh Mr. Black I’ll be with you in a moment,” Madame Pomfrey was handing you the positive test. Regulus looked down at the test and then back up at you and his already pale face became even more devoid of color. 

“Thanks.” You said, shoving the test in your pocket and running out of the hospital wing. 

You ran out to the Quidditch pitch and laid your hand on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. You immediately realized what you were doing and your hand shot back like it was on fire. James was finishing with practice and he was on the ground, talking with the rest of the team. 

“Hey! Isn’t this a nice surprise.” James said after the team dispersed and headed towards the shower. He hugged you but the smell of his leather gloves and sweat soaked skin was too overwhelming and you immediately turned and vomited on the ground. 

“Oh whoa, still not feeling better? Have you gone to see Madame Pomfrey yet?” He asked, handing you his water bottle. You swished out the taste of vomit and spit again. 

“Uh yes. We have a problem.” You said, your hand resting on your stomach again.

“Alright,” James chuckled, “you’re freaking me out a little. What are you pregnant or something?” He said it as a joke but his smile dropped when he saw your face drained of color. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He said, staring at your stomach as if he expected to see the baby kick at that very moment.

“I went to Madame Pomfrey today when I realized that I was two weeks late and I took a test and she confirmed it.”

“Okay, okay,” James ran a hand through his messy hair, “Let’s go talk about this somewhere a little more private. Why don’t we go down to the lake?”

“James,” you put your hand on his chest, “before I go anywhere with you I need you to shower.” 

Twenty minutes later you were sipping a cool glass of water while sitting by the Black Lake. You used to love coming to the lake, you and James had many picnics down here, you would run around with your friends down here, you would take walks down here, but now you felt nauseous from the smell of the squid and the scent of James’ body wash.

“This obviously isn’t ideal but you know that I love you and I know my parents would love to have you and while they’ll be a little peeved that this is all happening before we graduate I know they’ll be thrilled to have a little granddaughter or grandson.” James was rambling a bit but he was looking at you with big eager eyes. 

“So that’s the other thing,” you said, looking at your lap, “I don’t think it’s your baby.”

“Excuse me?” James looked at you like you were trying to make some weird joke.

“You’ve never cum inside of me. Regulus did that night.” You said, looking down at your feet. 

“Oh my god,” James looked sick all over again. 

“What am I going to do?” You felt tears pushing at your eyes and you were fanning your face to cool it off before you really burst into sobs. 

“Hey,” James grabbed your hand, “it makes no difference to me. That’s my kid in there.” He smiled and put his hand on your stomach. You really started to cry then and you buried your face in his shoulder. He rubbed small circles on your back as you collected yourself.

“There’s another thing,” you said, sniffing hard.

“I don’t know how many more things I can take,” James said with a nervous laugh. 

“I think Regulus knows.”

“What do you mean you think he knows?”

“He saw me with the test at Madame Pomfrey’s.”

“Did he say anything about it?” 

“No. But if he knows I imagine we’ll hear about it soon.” 

“Alright, we should probably head to dinner. Don’t want to raise any suspicion.” James helped you up and together you walked to the Great Hall. 

Dinner was a bit of precarious affair. While you usually loved the great selection of foods that Hogwarts displayed for you, you found yourself feeling sick at all the intense aromas. You were able to find a tureen of chicken soup which you sipped with your icy goblet of water. 

“Baby, you should eat something more substantial.” James said, trying to offer you a piece of his chicken and mash. 

“I’m just so nauseous.” You shook your head, pushing away James’ fork. 

“You feeling okay, love?” Remus asked, taking stock of how pale and shaky you seemed. 

“Just a little stomach bug,” James responded quickly. 

“You’re still sick?” Sirius jokingly held his shirt up over his nose and mouth and scooted away from you.

“It’s just a stomach bug, Sirius.” You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your soup. James was rubbing your back when you saw Regulus stalk past your table. 

“I need to talk to you.” Regulus said, his intense gaze boring into your soul.

“Why?” Sirius asked, looking between you and Regulus.

“We’re, uh, partners in potions,” you said quickly, “it’s about that, right?”

“Yes. Can we talk now, please?” Regulus grabbed you harshly by the forearm.

“Oi!” James immediately shot to his feet, “Don’t manhandle her like that.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go.” You and James followed Regulus out of the Great Hall. You could hear Sirius saying to Remus, 

“They’re all being so weird.”

Regulus insisted on taking you to the room of requirement for ultimate privacy. You were going to protest but the lack of privacy was what caused Regulus to find out about this all in the first place so you figured you didn’t have legs to stand on.   

The room of requirement looked like an empty classroom and you didn’t have a clue what made it so special but Regulus was pretty convinced that you didn’t need to cast a silencing charm or anything before diving into your conversation.

“That’s my baby, isn’t it?” Regulus asked.

“In a manner of speaking.” James said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Regulus was on guard. 

“It means,” You cut James off, “that technically it is your baby. You came inside me the night of the concert. But it’s okay, Regulus, James and I are going to raise the baby like it’s our own child. You don’t need to be involved at all. No one ever has to know.”

Regulus had an odd expression on his face. 

“That’s my baby?”

“The baby will be fine as a Potter.” James said stoically. He put his body between yours and Regulus’ to signify the end of the conversation. Regulus nodded at James before lifting his head and marching out of the room. 

You didn’t hear from Regulus for two more weeks. You had asked James to avoid telling his parents until you were able to tell your own. How were you even supposed to start? Every time you started penning a letter, you would get to the part where you would tell your parents about the baby you found yourself crumpling the parchment and burning it. You were currently distracting yourself from such a task by laying on James’ bed in the boys dorm and watching Sirius agonize while James was at Quidditch practice. Sirius and Regulus were called home for a funeral of some distant family member and he was going to have dinner with his family for the first time in a very long time.

“I look ridiculous!” He complained, looking at himself in his dress robes. 

“You look fine,” you said with a head shake at the same time as Remus who said, 

“You do look ridiculous.”

“Oh my god! That’s it. I’m not going.” Sirius flopped down on the bed and covered his eyes with his arm. 

“Remus is joking!” You said, moving so you could punch Remus in the shoulder. “You look very handsome, Sirius.” You said with an earnest nod. 

“What do I care that some weird racist uncle finally kicked it? Why do I have to go to his funeral?” Sirius groaned. 

“Do something!” You begged Remus. Remus sighed and put his hand on Sirius’ arm. 

“Stop pouting you big baby.” Remus said, “When you come back I’ll blow you. How’s that?”

“Are you being serious?” Sirius said, sitting up and looking at Remus.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” 

Sirius shot up and ran out to meet Regulus in McGonagall’s office. 

“I am sorry for your loss, gentlemen,” Professor McGonagall said, holding her dish of floo powder out towards Sirius and Regulus. They both flooed back to the Black Manor for the bleak affair. That evening, Sirius and Regulus were seated at the ostentatious table for dinner with their parents. Luckily for Regulus, Sirius was being his usual ridiculous self, using anything and everything to piss their parents off so the attention was off Regulus. Regulus’ brain was racing. You were carrying his child. He was going to be a father. But did he want to be a father? Did he want James Potter raising his child? Did he want you raising his child? Did raising his child with James mean that he would be able to have sex with James again?

“Regulus,” his father had been calling him for quite some time. 

“Yes father?” Regulus looked up at his father. Sirius was staring at Regulus with a strange expression on his face. 

“How has Slytherin been doing in Quidditch?”

“Oh, oh. We’ve been doing well. We’re due to play Gryffindor in a few weeks and it promises to be an excellent match.” Regulus said, pushing around the food on his plate. 

“Don’t,” Walburga held her hand up to stop Sirius’ retort before he could say it. “Are you alright Regulus?” 

“I’m fine.” Regulus brushed off his mother’s comments. 

“Are you?” Walburga narrowed her eyes and before Regulus knew what was happening, Walburga had pushed her way into Regulus’ mind. Regulus forced himself to push the interaction with James out of his brain. To erase James from his mind. He couldn’t have his mother knowing about that. Instead his mother saw Regulus with you. And then you telling Regulus about the baby. 

“Did you know about this? That mudblood is your friend?” Walburga screamed at Sirius.

“What are you talking about?” Sirius asked, mouth open. He looked at Regulus in confusion. 

“Get out, Sirius.” Walburga commanded. 

“No! What are you talking about? What is she talking about, Reg?” Sirius looked between Regulus and his mother. 

“Just go.” Regulus whispered. Sirius looked like he was going to protest further but he was pulled away from the table by his father. It was just Regulus and his mother at the table. He felt impossibly small. 

“You impregnated a mudblood.” Her voice was steely calm. 

“Her father is a pureblood and her mother is a halfblood.” Regulus squeaked out.

“A mudblood no less.” His mother pinched the bridge of her nose, “However your brother has proven that he will not produce an heir with the disgusting lifestyle he’s chosen. Your child is the only hope to carry on the Black name. She will have tea with us. Tomorrow. I’ll have Kreacher send an owl to her parents.” Walburga dismissed Regulus and he returned to Hogwarts with a pit in his stomach. 

You were on your way to charms when Regulus grabbed you by the forearm and pulled you into a closet. 

“What do you want?” You asked, grabbing your stomach. It was an unconscious action but you found yourself doing it more and more often. 

“I messed up,” Regulus said, wringing his hands.

“What do you mean?”

“I just…I didn’t know what to do about the baby-”

“Regulus, that’s the whole point. You don’t have to do anything. James and I are going to take care of it. Your family would probably have a coronary about the whole thing and you can barely stand me. It’ll be a little rough at the beginning but we’ll get through it.” You rested your hand on Regulus’ arm.

“So that’s the thing. My parents know.”

“What?” You felt your blood run cold.

“I’m so sorry. But they’ve invited your parents to the Black estate for tea tonight. They want us there too.”

“Regulus,” you were trying to keep your voice level but there was icy sweat rolling down your neck, “I haven’t even told my parents yet. What the hell did you do?” 

“Listen, I don’t really know what they want but maybe they’ll have a good idea about what to do. Let’s just hear them out.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “um, until we know more about this situation with your parents, we’re not telling James.”

“I think that’s for the best.” Regulus nodded. 

It was difficult to get rid of James that evening. You told him you were going home for the evening to tell your parents about the baby and he had insisted he come with you. You convinced him that it would be better coming from just you and that you would let him come back the next time. You were dressed in your dress robes as you and Regulus used the floo network to enter the Black estate. You wiped your sweaty palms on your dress as you entered the drawing room and took in the bizarre sight of your parents and Regulus’ parents all sitting and sipping tea. 

“Hi Mum, hi Dad.” You said, nervously twiddling your fingers. Your parents immediately ran out to embrace you. As you pulled away from them both your father immediately started, 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Getting pregnant? We sent you to Hogwarts to study! Not to mess around with boys,” he gestured wildly at Regulus. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your mother asked, looking at you with a pained expression. 

“Obviously that is all moot,” Walburga said, gesturing for you all to sit, “the Black family is one of the oldest and most noble in Great Britain and we will not allow for shame to cloud our reputation. It’s already difficult enough with Sirius. Regulus Black is the Black heir. His child will be the next.”

“I’m sorry,” your father interrupted Walburga, “weren’t you dating James Potter? What happened to him? Kind family, bright future, could keep it in his pants?”

It was interesting the way that your parents contrasted Regulus’. The Blacks were stoic and serious and void of emotion. Your parents were the opposite, louder, more intense, absolutely brimming with emotion.

“Regardless, we have a proposition.” Orion said, looking at your parents warily. 

“At that is?” You asked. 

“You and Regulus will marry. The ceremony will be next month over the Christmas holiday. Then you will tell the world of your pregnancy two weeks after the wedding and we will announce that baby was born prematurely.” Walburga explained.

“What?” You spat.

“How could you allow such a marriage? She’s not a pureblood! Wouldn’t that hurt the bloodline?” Regulus asked, grasping at anything.

“All documents that would indicate such blood status have been removed. 

“We aren’t even graduated from Hogwarts yet! How can we marry?” Regulus asked, his fingers pulling at his hair. 

“Surely you think this is a ridiculous idea.” You said, looking at your parents. 

“I think given the current situation it would be beneficial for our family to have ties to a family as noble as the Black family.” Your mother said, looking at her lap. 

“Oh I’m going to be sick.” You said, your hand over your mouth as you ran from the room. You luckily found a bathroom and were able to stumble in and lean over the toilet just seconds before losing your lunch. You stayed slumped over, vomiting and sobbing, cursing your damn pregnancy. 

“Are you alright?” Regulus could be heard just outside the door to the bathroom. 

“Peachy,” you replied, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and forcing yourself up. You flushed the toilet and washed your hands and face before opening the door. Regulus’ eyes were rimmed red as if he had been crying too.

“I don’t know what to say.” He said, staring at his feet. 

“It’s all your fucking fault.” You spat, “Why did you have to tell them?”

“I didn’t!” Regulus blurted out.

“Excuse me?” You had an eyebrow raised. 

“My mother…she’s trained in occumenacy. She knew something was on my mind and she found it,” Regulus’ face was red and he was looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh Regulus,” you shook your head and sighed, “how the hell are we going to tell James?” 

“I have no idea.” Regulus’ face went an unnatural shade of white, which was disturbing considering Regulus’ resting tone was already an unnatural shade of white. You both returned to the parlor. There were four sets of eyes watching you and Regulus.  

“You understand no one can know about your child until after the wedding,” your father said. 

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“You will announce tomorrow that you and Regulus are engaged. We will meet again to discuss plans for the ceremony.” Walburga said. She narrowed her eyes at you and said something to you that you could somehow only hear in your own mind: You will produce the finest heir this family has ever seen.

You looked up at Walburga and nodded, icy fear washing through your body. Before she let you go, Walburga made you and Regulus pose for a photo. It was painfully awkward and you couldn’t help thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to spend the rest of your life with Regulus. You supposed, however, it would only be the rest of Walburga’s life. And then you would be able to go back to what you wanted. 

You were able to make it back to the girls dorm without running into James. You had no idea how you were going to tell him about this. You loved James more than anything in the world but you weren’t given much of a choice. 

You sat down at breakfast in the morning and James immediately was at your side.

“How was it? How did you parents take it?” He whispered. Sirius and Remus looked up at you, trying to make out what James was whispering. 

“Not here. Not now.” You whispered back before taking a piece of toast and spreading butter on it. 

“Reg had to go back to my parents house last night. Something weird is going on with him,” Sirius shook his head. You tried not to look panicked. 

“What do you think happened?” You kept your voice as even as possible.

“No idea. But I think it has something to do with someone I know. My mother said something about my friend.” Sirius shook his head. 

“Is he back yet?” Remus asked as the owls flew over dropping everyone’s mail. 

“Yeah, yeah. He’s at his table. Do you think he got a howler?” Sirius was sitting straight up and trying to see over at Regulus. You turned as well to look and then you heard, 

“Oh my god.” It was James. He was holding open a copy of the daily prophet. On the page was the picture of you and Regulus from last night with the announcement of your engagement. 

“What? WHAT!” Sirius ripped the paper out of James’ hand and flicked his eyes back and forth between you and the engagement announcement. The entire great hall broke out in chatter as everyone stared at you and then at Regulus. 

“You’re engaged to Regulus? Aren’t you dating James?” Remus asked.

“Yes, I’d quite like to know about this.” James asked. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Not here.” You said again, running from the great hall. The marauders followed you back to the Gryffindor boys dorm. You were pacing and wringing your hands as the boys stared back at you. You were about to start when you heard a light knock on the door. 

“Who the fuck is that?” Sirius demanded, whipping open the door. It was Regulus. “Oh perfect!” He grabbed Regulus by the forearm and pulled him into the dorm before locking the door and casting a silencing spell. “Talk. Now.”

“So you remember the night of the Queen concert?” You said, wringing your hands again. 

“I knew we shouldn’t’ve gone to that concert.” Remus shook his head. 

“Well…we all had a bit too much to drink and-”

“You foul little slut! You cheated on James with Regulus?” Sirius snapped. You shot back like you had been slapped. You knew Sirius was upset but he had been one of your closest friends since your first year at Hogwarts. How could he speak to you like that?

“No, not exactly.” James said from his place on his bed. 

“What does that mean?” Sirius’ head snapped towards James. 

“James, please don’t.” Regulus begged quietly. 

“We had a threesome with Regulus. Regulus has been in love with me for a long time. But he messed up and got her pregnant. We told Regulus that we would raise the baby like it was mine. I’m not sure what happened exactly.” James glared at Regulus. 

“What the fuck? You had sex with my two best friends?” Sirius turned to Regulus. 

“You just called one of your so-called ‘best friends’ a slut.” Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“Oh I’m going to kill you.” Sirius lunged at Regulus and Remus and James had to separate the two men. 

“Can someone please explain the engagement business?” James demanded. He was holding Sirius back and glowering at Regulus. 

“My mother found out and this is what our parents demanded. They thought this is the best way to avoid scandal. They want the child to be the next Black heir.” Regulus said, staring at his hands. 

“You told her? You disgusting little slug.” James spat. 

“No. He didn’t tell her. Our mother poked through his mind.” Sirius’ rage seemed to have dissipated as he looked at his younger brother in pity. 

“So what then? You’re my girlfriend!” James grabbed your hands. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I know,” you said, tears running down your cheeks, “but I don’t have a choice.”

“When is the wedding?” Remus asked. 

“During the Christmas holiday.” You said, resting your hands on your stomach. James sniffed harshly and stormed out of the room. You moved to follow but Remus rested his hand on your shoulder. 

“Let him go. He needs time to process this all.”

“Well, welcome to the Black family.” Sirius said with a sad smile. 

The semester ended and you were off to the Black estate with Regulus, your fiancé. Your nausea came and went and the wedding gown Walburga had given you felt very tight. Kreacher had already let it out twice and you were afraid to ask for it to be let out again. Sirius was to be in attendance as Regulus’ best man. James and Remus had also been invited but you weren’t sure if James would be in attendance. You couldn’t blame him. You wouldn’t’ve wanted to watch James marry someone else either. Lily, Marlene, and Mary were not allowed to attend so your bridesmaids were women you really didn’t know. They were all Black sisters, Narcissa and Bellatrix. They were both a little frightening and you tried not to speak to them more than you had to. 

At your engagement party, you felt yourself getting overwhelmed and you sat on the balcony with your feet dangling over the edge so you could breathe in the cool air outside. James sat down next to you and handed you a glass of water. 

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m alright. Surprised to see you.” You said, accepting the water and drinking it gratefully. 

“So,” James sighed heavily, “you’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I am.” You looked out at the gardens that stretched out behind Grimmauld place. 

“I don’t think I ever apologized to you.” James said. 

“Apologized for what?” You asked. You couldn’t believe how kind and sweet James was. It was the reason you had fallen for him in the first place. 

“I never should have had that threesome with Reg. I put you in this position and I ruined all three of our lives forever.” James hung his head. 

“Hey,” you put your hand on James’, “If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t’ve done it. It’s a shit situation but things could be worse. And it’s not like we won’t see each other all the time,” your eyes were brimming with tears, “you’re my best friend, James. I love you.”

“I love you too,” James’ eyes were full of tears as well, “I, just, I don’t think I can be there tomorrow. I want to. But I don’t know if I can.”

“I know,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

“Is everything alright out here?” It was Orion, he was staring at both of you. 

“Fine,” you said, sniffing hard and wiping your eyes. You took Orion’s outstretched hand and stood up. “I guess I should go enjoy my party.” 

You woke up the next day with a pit in your stomach. You took another pregnancy test, just in case you weren’t pregnant and you could tell everyone to call the wedding off. The test was positive, as you expected, and you were helped into the dress by Narcissa, Bellatrix, and your mother.

“Have you thought about children yet?” Bellatrix asked. 

“Don’t be silly, Bella. Her and Reg haven’t even graduated yet. Surely they’ll wait a few years before having kids.”

“Well, who knows. Regulus feels strongly about producing an heir.” You tried to say casually. Your mother shot you a look.

“I’m going to check on your father. I’ll see you in a bit, darling.” Your mother pressed a kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone with the Black sisters. 

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Narcissa asked, staring down at your stomach. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, no. It makes sense. The rapid wedding to a Gryffindor? But you and Regulus look excellent together. And you’ll produce a beautiful heir.” Bellatrix was tracing her finger over your hairline and you had to resist the urge to shiver. 

“It’s time,” Narcissa said, the organ playing the beginning notes of your wedding march. Narcissa left first, her arm tucked into Sirius’ elbow. Then it was Bellatrix, who looked a bit odd as she walked Barty Crouch Jr. Then it was you. Your stomach was flip flopping as you walked with your father and mother until you saw James and Remus sitting the back row. A smile spread across your face and you held your head high and regal as you made your way to the alter. 

Regulus looked nice in his dress robes with that brought out the deep colors in his eyes. You took his hand as Orion, who was conducting the ceremony, spoke loud and clear. 

“Please be seated.” He ran through the standard vows and then what it meant to join the Black dynasty. He talked about blood purity that made your mother shift angrily in her chair and then he stated, “If anyone objects this holy union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” He waited for a few beats before looking between you and Regulus and smiling. 

“Now-”

“I have something I’d like to say.” A voice from the back of the room rang out. Everyone turned and you saw the defiant face of James Potter staring back at you.

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He’s Mine

Info - possessive regulus and jealous reader, slut behavior

“Hey y/n,” Barty said, pushing back his glossy hair.

“Hey,” I smiled, looking up from my potions book. I caught Regulus’s eye from across the grounds. He’d gone to get me my jacket since I was a little chilly.

Reggie was a very possessive boyfriend. He wanted me as his and his alone. He was about to March over when Pandora Lovegood stopped him. My heart fell.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Asked Barty.

“What?” I asked. “You know I’m with Regulus.”

“That’s why me and Pandora arranged to ask you both out at the same time. So?”

“That’s what she’s doing!” I demanded. I jumped up and raced over to Regulus and Pandora.

“Excuse me, don’t you dare fucking ask out MY boyfriend,” I said and pushed her away from him. She glared at me.

“Think about it Reggie,” she said with a flirtatious wave.

“He won’t! And only I call him that,” I snarled.

“It’s kinda hot, you being the jealous one,” Regulus chuckled. I turned to him and clung tightly.

“You’re mine, always right?” I asked desperately.

“Always and forever,” he said before he kissed me.

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Strawberries

summary: it’s safe to say you didn’t expect company when you snuck out for a picnic with Regulus, your relationship more forbidden than the forest itself.

content: the marauders basically being your older brothers after you grew up next door to the Potters, protective and angry James and Sirius, Sirius and Regulus still being on bad terms, fluff turned slight angst, short, food, teasing, mentions of Sirius and Regulus’ parents 

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James: I’ve fancied lily forever and you are my mate so let’s secretly date to make her jealous obviously we won’t catch feelings for each other

Sirius: I’m a slut but I’ll be your slut bc I’ve some how fallen for you

Remus: I’m a monster and I’ve kept it from you even thought you are my closest friend bc I love you but I can’t be with you I’ll hurt you IM A MONSTER

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Second Son (IX) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: Professor Slughorn extends his invitations to the friend group. Harry and Y/N have an enlightening conversation that leads to unanticipated trouble.

Part VIII / Part X / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: Oh boy, it's been a long time coming for this plot point. Blaise's characterization and role in the chapter was purely unplanned, but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity.

You could barely keep your head screwed on straight. As you sat in front of your parchment, quill motionlessly clasped in your frozen hand, you felt your head wobble a bit. Harry is sat next to your inert figure, lips parting then closing as he tries to grapple for the right words. 

“Well, say something.” His words have you snapping your head over to stare at him, your hand shaking from the motion, droplets of ink descending from your quill to rain on your notes. 

Cursing quietly, you quickly spell away the mess and sigh, “Harry, isn’t it just a little strange? I mean for a good chunk of our last year, Dumbledore acted like you were a ghost, and now he’s giving you private lessons on what? Voldemort’s childhood?” 

Nodding at your (extremely justifiable) response, he runs a hand through his hair, turning to face the window in front of your table. 

“And you’re saying bloody Voldemort was an orphan– one that Dumbledore tried to intimidate? Bloody hell, the welcoming committee for Hogwarts back then was rubbish, I mean, setting an orphan’s meager possessions on fire?” Your words are tinged with amusement and Harry’s lips curl up ever so slightly. 

Shaking his head lightly, he drops his chin into his palm, “Magical fire,” he corrected, “but yes. It was strange to see the Dark Lord look so baby-faced and innocent. But Dumbledore thinks that I’ll somehow figure out Voldemort’s weaknesses and secrets from these lessons.” 

Sobering up at his words, your voice turns grave as you take in how exhausted your friend looks, “It’s all really happening then. The war,–” you pause to glance at your surroundings, “it’s near, and everybody’s putting you at the center of it all.”

Your words are even, but Harry is able to pick up on the bitter undertone, sending you a strained smile in appreciation. Of course, Harry couldn’t help but be in the middle of it all. Wretched prophecy. 

“I wish we could run away.” The boy next to you makes no move to echo your sentiments, “Once this is all over, I want to go to the beach.”  At your last statement, he smiles and his eyes glaze over, muttering his own silent wish. 

Your wishes fall on silent ears, both of you knowing that the likelihood of making it out of the war was slim. For now, you could enjoy this moment of solace with your burdened friend. 

But it seemed that peace would not befall Hogwarts for a long while. 

It was finally the day of the Hogsmeade trip, a time of year that usually had students bustling about in excitement. This year however, the energy fell flat as many shuffled in hushed whispers, either mulling over school work or worrying about the increase in death eater attacks. 

Hannah Abbott’s mother had been murdered less than a month before, and the girl’s continued absence at school had set the tone for the following months. Lady Abbott’s demise marked a new era of the war, and becoming accustomed to death would be a tough pill to swallow for everyone. 

The thought weighed heavy on your mind even as you sat with the trio inside the warmth of The Three Broomsticks, four glasses soon being placed down in front of your hunched figures. As your eyes dart around the tavern, you accidentally snort as you look into the corner of the room. 

‘Something amusing, little bird?’

Your surprised flinch goes unnoticed by the table’s occupants as the rest of your friends take notice of the source of your amusement. You had forgotten that you brought Regulus with you, his portrait lost in one of the many pockets of your jacket. 

‘Nothing much, crowface, it just so happens that Ron’s sister and an old dorm mate of his are snogging right in front of us.’

‘Merlin, will you ever let that nickname go?’ 

Smiling into your butterbeer, you’re quick to shoot him a teasing response, ‘Never. What’s so wrong with it? You’re my crow after all.’

Regulus doesn’t respond to your comment, and you were unsure if he was annoyed or too tired to engage in banter with you, but you barely have time to dwell on it as you see Professor Slughorn approaching your table with a twitchy grin. 

“Harry, my boy!” Harry is quick to spring from his seat, enthusiastically shaking the man’s hand in an exaggerated show of excitement. You were amused by Harry’s efforts, unsure if he was trying to impress the man for networking purposes or if he was trying to siphon information from him. You suspected it was likely the latter.

Harry barely respected authority. You were sure he only actually liked Professor McGonagall, and he surely never beamed like the sun in her presence. 

His conversation with Slughorn continues and you only snap your gaze up to look at the pair when you hear Slughorn say your surname, followed by Hermione’s name. 

“You’re both welcomed as well! Ah–Nice to see you, Wallenby.” You snicker at his remark, watching Ron sour at the man’s words. As Harry sits down, you can’t help but cluelessly ask what your Potions professor was talking about, having been preoccupied by your own thoughts. 

You nearly drop your butterbeer into your lap when he tells you that you’ve been invited to a friendly supper with him and ‘Mione. It seems that the man was already collecting trophy students for his Slug Club, and you were a little flattered to be on par with your two friends in his eyes. 

The Slug Club would be an opportune time to start networking, Merlin knows the connections you’ll need once you graduate from Hogwarts.

The high from the invitation seems to swell and soar higher, the embers of delight crackling wildly in your chest as you trek in the snow with your friends. Hills of unsullied snow stretched for miles and seemed to brighten up the grounds, consequently lifting away the veil of tension that clawed at the student body. 

Your high is obliterated almost instantaneously when a high-pitched scream hits you like a bludger. A chill cuts through your core at the sound and you find yourself racing towards the distressed noise, recognizing the shouting girl to be Leanne Trembley. The Hufflepuff was furiously gesturing to a crumpled figure in front of her that you failed to notice until that moment. 

Before you can even register her words, the motionless body in front of your feet begins to shove from side to side, before being dragged into the air. As the girl is suspended above you all, you curse silently and begin to look around for help. 

She was another student above your year, and quite a well-known one at that. 

Before you can run off to find help, you jump back as she suddenly comes crashing down, the snow crunching under her in protest. Nearly tripping over yourself, you peer down and see a tangled necklace glittering on the ground near her unconscious figure, a sudden pull of magic making your fingers twitch. 

Slowly releasing your magic, you flinch back harshly as it makes contact with the magic emanating from the gaudy jewelry piece, realizing it was likely a cursed item–dark magic. The magic surrounding it was like an inky void, its vicious nature barely contained by some haphazard spellwork. 

What the hell?

Katie Bell had been tossed around like a ventriloquist’s puppet in broad daylight. But who would want to hurt her? And who the hell was passing around cursed objects? 

You don’t get any answers from the adults. As expected. Instead, you all simply get brushed off with uneasy looks.  

‘It just doesn’t make sense, Reggie. I mean you should have seen it, she was being flung around like a ragdoll, and now she’s being shipped off to St. Mungo’s for who knows how long.’ 

After you were all dismissed from the necklace incident, you decided to head to the library for some quiet time, needing time away from your friends to think. 

‘A cursed necklace making rounds in the student body? Be careful, birdie. This is likely a ploy from a junior death eater trying to impress their parents. The Dark Lord would never be that sloppy, and he certainly would never allow the victim to live.’ Regulus’ words do little to soothe your worries, but you know you also have no lead to investigate even if you wanted to. 

Plucking a book from off the shelf in front of you, your eyes widen as something flashes quickly across the other side of the gap. Waiting with bated breath, you continue to watch as it flashes back and forth. 

It was only after a few more moments that you realized someone was aggressively pacing back and forth in the next row over. 

‘Reggie.’

‘Hm?’

‘Yes or No?’

‘No.’

‘Okay.’ Yes it is.

Padding around the bookshelf, you peer into the aisle to see a disheveled Draco, mumbling to himself like a mad man. His composure was nowhere to be found and you’d never seen him look so pale. 

“Malfoy, everything okay?” Your words are filled with genuine concern and have the boy snapping his frenzied eyes to you, a sudden shock coloring his expression before it’s twisting into a sneer. 

“None of your concern, L/N. Shouldn’t you be off with Weaslebee or Potter?” His words are fueled with malice and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. So much for being nice. 

Despite your sudden eagerness to stick your nose in the Slytherin’s business (clearly Harry’s been rubbing off on you), you knew when to stop prodding. 

“Friendly lad you are. Do head to Madam Pomfrey, you look sickly. And as always, it's been a joy.” Shaking your head, you breathe out a small dismissal before you’re cutting past him and leaving the library behind you, head spinning from the wild trajectory of events. 

You should have dropped out of this damn school the moment that troll tried to splatter your brain across the bathroom sinks. 

You have little time to simmer over your thoughts about Malfoy and his distress, spending the following days chatting with Hermione and Harry about what to expect at the first Slug Club meeting. Harry had enlightened you both on the fact that he was chumming up to the older man on Dumbledore’s request. Of course, this news had you twisting your mouth peevishly, not liking the fact that Dumbledore was plotting something and using your best friend to achieve his goal. 

You found yourself becoming increasingly off-put by the headmaster with each passing day, but you’d remain complacent as long as he didn’t push it too far. 

As the evening of the Slug Club meeting emerges, you’re left to fret over your appearance and worries with a bemused Regulus. 

“Your circling is making me dizzy. Merlin, don’t stress yourself out, little bird. It’s just going to be a small get-together, and he’ll ask you questions about your career goals and studies.” 

Reasonable enough. 

Nodding in exasperation, you fling yourself onto your bed, careful to not lay on Regulus’ frame. Your head felt heavy with stress, and you couldn’t shake off the chilling feeling that’s been bothering you since the beginning of the year.

“Reg, can I take you with me?” Your words come out a little small, and you feel almost awkward by making the request, feeling like an anxious child. 

The boy responds almost immediately, “Of course, birdie. You don’t have to ask, I’ll be wherever you want me to be.” His words are light, but genuine, clearly not affected by your almost odd request. 

Feeling immensely reassured by his conviction, you can only release a small sigh of relief, feeling your nerves settle down. 

“Thanks Reg. I suppose I’ve just been out of it since there’s so much going on nowadays.” 

Regulus hums in understanding, and you’re almost tempted to just roll over and go to sleep with his portrait clutched to your body. The feeling of wanting to stay in your blankets forever has been a persistent one for the past few months. 

Just as you feel your eyes growing heavy, Regulus’ soft voice cuts through the haze that threatens to drag your consciousness away, “You should get going, Y/N. Unless you’re feeling unwell, if so then you should change into more comfortable attire.”

“Mm, no, you’re right, I should go now.” Your mumble is entirely unconvincing, but you knew you’d regret it if you decided to abandon your plans, besides, you had other matters to attend to aside from the Slug Club meeting. 

Getting up from your spot, you quickly slip Regulus’ portrait into your pocket and make way to grab your wand. You promised Harry that you would meet up with him earlier in order to discuss something. 

Harry’s words had been vague, but the look in his eyes when he asked you had you agreeing almost immediately. You weren’t sure if Harry was struggling with a life-threatening issue or if it involved Draco’s erratic behavior, but you were curious nonetheless. 

The questions flooding your head go flying out of the window when Harry hits you with a statement that has you floored from shock. 

“I think I have feelings for Ginny.” 

You feel your eyebrows drag together in bafflement, mouth creasing down into a slight frown. Across from you, Harry seems beside himself, looking even more lost than he’d ever look in his entire school career.

Snapping out of your shock, you place your hands on Harry’s shoulders before giving him a hard shake, “When the hell did this happen?!”

The boy allows you to manhandle his body, glasses bouncing around with the movement. Perhaps if you shook him harder, the bouncing of his head would be enough to wake up his brain.

“I don’t know! It’s just that lately with the whole Dean situation, I’ve just been…well, you know.” Finally stopping your movements, you’re unable to help the laugh that escapes you. 

“You’ve been jealous then?” To his dismay, your teasing words are paired along with a shit-eating grin that has him reconsidering all of his life choices thus far. 

Shaking his head and readjusting his glasses, Harry releases a heavy sigh before going to say something again. Before he’s able to though, his eyes go wide as he reaches for your arm, attempting to tug it to the side in a hurry. 

You’re confused for a split second, but before you can question your friend, a heavy body goes slamming into your back, sending you stumbling forward. A yelp pushes past your lips and you see Regulus’ portrait go flying into the air, before tumbling to the ground and sliding a few feet away. 

Shit. You forgot that this jacket didn’t have a pocket zipper.

Swinging your head around in irritation, you’re met with a shocked Cormac McLaggen standing behind you. The imbecile had been too distracted with fixing his sweater, which was still clutched in his hands, to notice that he was rapidly stalking towards your unknowing figure. 

“Woah, sorry, my bad.” You feel your eye twitch at the apology and you barely grunt out a response before he’s stepping around you and making his way further down the hall. 

Harry goes to put a hand on your shoulder to steady you, but becomes distracted by the item on the ground, making his way over to it before you can stop him. 

“No, wait, Harry, I got it!” As you rush forward, you only make it in time to see Harry flip the frame over, his body going rigid at the sight of an unimpressed Regulus. Your hand only pauses in the air for a split second before it’s snatching the item away from Harry’s hands at the speed of light. 

The mantra of curse words that go flying through your head would be enough to send McGonagall flying off the handle.

Clutching the frame to your chest, you hold your breath as Harry continues to stare at his empty hands, eyes alight with confusion. 

Slowly turning towards you, his voice is surprisingly even for the amount of shock you could see in his face, “Why do you have a picture of Regulus Black in your pocket?” 

Gripping the frame tightly in your hands, your words come out breathless as an intense wave of unease washes over you, “How do you know it’s him?” 

Harry sighs harshly, pinching his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose as he answers, “This summer, Dumbledore took me from the Dursleys to go find Slughorn at his home. When I was looking around the place, I saw old photos of him and a quidditch team. He pointed out Regulus to me.” 

Regulus’ voice echoes in your mind link at the boy’s words, ‘Slughorn has a photo of me in his home?’

Stepping back in confusion, you almost want to look at Regulus to see what expression he was donning at the revelation. 

Before the conversation can continue, a bright voice erupts from behind you, “There you both are! It’s nearly time for the meeting to begin.” 

You spin on your heel and see a smiling Hermione making her way towards you, hands tucked in her brown dress jacket. Returning her smile, you quickly slip away the portrait before she can see it, trying your best to hide how shaken up you were. 

You trusted Harry, of course. But you weren’t sure how the added information of Regulus’ existence would bode with the burden-overloaded boy. As you begin to make your way down the hall with your friends, only partially engaged with Hermione’s ramble, you see Harry shoot you a pointed look. 

Clearly, the conversation was far from over.  

The Slug Club meeting seemed less daunting now that your secret had been unearthed and, quite literally, tossed into the air. As you sit eating your dessert, vaguely aware of the way Marcus Belby was scraping his spoon furiously against his glass, you look around to survey the table. 

It was quite the random bunch, and you were surprised to see that Draco wasn’t in attendance seeing as Potions was his pride and joy. Although, you aren’t upset that it was Blaise Zabini sitting across from you instead, quite enjoying the boy’s humor despite who he chooses to associate with. Merlin knows Draco’s sardonic demeanor was overwhelming enough, you guessed it was only fair that there was Blaise to balance it all out. 

Continuing to look around the table, you feel yourself do a double take before narrowing your eyes. 

Wait–is that McLaggen? Why the hell was he here?

“So, Y/N, I hear quite the praises about you. Yes. Yes, Professor Babbling and Professor Flitwick are chuffed to have you in their classes. Is there a particular area of study you are interested in?” Slughorn’s words have you snapping your gaze away from the source of your stress, eyes growing imperceptibly wider at the attention. 

Clearing your throat, you shoot a quick glance at your friends before smiling lightly at the older man, “Oh, well I’m quite interested in runes and I’m also partial to researching ancient charms. I spent most of my summer reading old tomes and heirloom books.” About the Dark Arts, not that you would say it aloud. 

Slughorn nods quickly, pleased by your words. Observing the other occupants at the table, you see Blaise meet your gaze with intrigued eyes, while Neville shoots you a warm smile. You supposed it was better than them looking at you like you grew a third head, and you suspected that Blaise somehow could read between the lines and knew exactly what type of research you were doing.

“Why, that sounds like quite the interest! I happen to know a few researchers in Norway and Scotland who are versed in archaic charms. I’ll be sure to reach out to them, perhaps you will be able to meet them at the Christmas party.” Slughorn’s words send a beat of shock through your spine and you find yourself beaming at the man, not expecting such an opportune offer. 

As soon as you nod at his words, the man turns towards Hermione, asking her about her parents and what they do for a living. You try to ignore the awkward silence that spears through the atmosphere once Slughorn realizes he knows very little about the muggle world, choosing to instead send glares at McLaggen when you notice how much your back hurts. 

You had heard he was trying out for a position in Quidditch this year, so maybe you could ask Ron to barrel dive into him as payback. 

The meeting seems to wrap up in the blink of an eye, and you’re soon trailing through the dark corridors behind the rest of the club members. Hermione quickly parts from your side and says she needs to go check out a book before curfew, but you’re less concerned about that and more concerned about Harry’s noticeable absence. 

He was probably still with Slughorn, no doubt already enacting his plan to get information. You only hoped that Dumbledore would leave the man alone soon, or at least until the Christmas party. Opportunist you may be, but the biting nature of the real world demands that you never turn away from such a golden ticket. 

You are dragged away from your thoughts as you feel someone fall into pace with you, looking up to meet a familiar set of eyes. 

“Zabini, what can I do for you?” 

The boy’s lips twitch at your forthright words, hands tucking away into his pant pockets, “Heirloom books. I wasn’t aware you had such…proclivities.” 

Nodding your head, you manage a small smirk at the Italian, “It’s been a strange summer.” 

“It would seem so.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence and you see a few people begin to break away, leaving for their respective destinations. As you reach the grand staircase, Blaise steps away from you, turning his head to give you one last assessing glance. 

You take the initiative to wave at him, still surprised by his cordiality, “Later, Zabini.” 

“It’s been fun. See you around, L/N.” With a small smile, he nods before strutting down the stairs.

As you continue through the darkness you reach into your pocket and pull out Regulus’ frame. You aren’t able to make out his expression, but his presence is comforting nonetheless. 

‘I think I just made a new friend, Reg.’ At least, you hoped you had. 

‘Just be careful.’ 

‘I will be. But I’m sorry about earlier, I should have pinned my pocket or something. Now Harry knows.’ 

‘It was bound to happen eventually.’ 

Huffing through your nose, you set your mouth into a firm line, ‘He won’t tell anyone, promise.’ 

‘I trust you. I know you’re good at picking friends, little bird.’ 

You send a brief pulse of amusement through the mind link, making no comment about the obvious self-praise in his words. 

The next day would be an interesting one, and you were already planning out what to say to Harry, but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about you keeping such a big secret for so long. 

It was truly unfortunate that you couldn’t stay buried in your bed forever. 

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[readtomeregulus]

Hi I love your writing!! I was wondering if you write for Jamie Flatters?? There is not enough fics out there for him and I need some Jamie content 😭🙏 if you do can I request a Jamie x costar!reader please?

1: YES I DO 2: OF COURSE I CAN

CO-STARS

jamie flatters x reader!!

it wasn't odd to date a co-star, many people before you had done it but your relationship was public, it was out there and you liked it. the amount of edits that there was of you and jamie was funny in a cute way.

"whatcha watching?" jamie asked as he laid down on you. your hand drifted down to his hair as you began to play with it. he hummed happily as his cold hands slipped under your shirt and touched your skin

"edits of us" you told him and he lifted his head as he looked you in the eyes and smiled

"show me" he said and he rolled over as you handed him your phone and you began to watch the edits together. he smiled as his hand drifted up to yours and grabbed it.

you looked down at him as he looked up at you with a soft smile on his face. there was a look in his eyes

"what?" you asked with a laugh

"have i ever told you how truly beautiful you are?" he stated and you nodded with a smile

"you have but its always nice to hear" you told him and he smiled as he paused the edit and sat up. he grabbed your face and looked in your eyes

"you are so beautiful it hurts me and I'm not just talking about your face or your body, I'm talking about your soul and your heart and your brain, everything about you is so beautiful that I cant believe I met you. i cant believe I get to sit here with you and tell you this" he said as you felt tears grow in your eyes

"no ones ever told me that" you whispered and he leaned in as he leaned his forehead against yours and you both smiled. he smiled at you while you smiled at him

"i will always tell you" he exclaimed and he leaned in as he kissed you softly and you kissed him back. his hand held yours as you both smiled

you were happy to say he was yours and your costar

A/N: MY SOUL I CANT TAKE THIS

[readtomeregulus]

When I Was Your Man - Embry Call

a/n: based on the song by bruno mars bc it reminds me so much of jacob

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“So, do you want to hang out on Saturday?” You ask your friend Jacob as you two take a walk on the beach. Your hands were in your pockets, though you wanted nothing more than to hold Jacob’s hand.

“Uh, I can’t. Bella and I are finishing up the bikes and taking them to the path,” he tells you apologetically. Your face falls and you avert your eyes to the ground.

“Ah. I, uh, guess we’ll hang out another time then,” you smile, trying to be happy, but you weren’t.

You and Jacob have been friends for the longest time, and there was no denying that both of you had some kind of feelings for each other. You’ve even shared a couple kisses here and there in the past. But ever since Bella came along, he’s been spending less and less time with you.

“I think Embry was looking for something to do this weekend. Maybe hang out with him instead,” Jacob offers, not paying attention to the disappointment in your voice. You nod and remain silent for the rest of the walk.

“Something bothering you?” He wonders when you come to the end of the trail, turning around to head back to where he parked his car.

“No. Just trying to figure out what I’m gonna do with Embry,” you say with a small smile. Jacob chuckles and wraps an arm around you.

“I promise we’ll hang out soon. But Bella’s been depressed recently, and Charlie thinks spending time with me is helping her with it, at least a little.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re not restricted to just hanging out with me, you’re allowed to see other people. Don’t worry. We’ll find a day soon.”

That day never came.

Jacob kept ditching you every week, and it was starting to hurt you. So, you let him go, trying to forget your feelings, though it wasn’t easy. Thankfully, Embry was great company, and he was very understanding.

Finally, one night, it all gets too much. Jacob hasn’t spoken to you in weeks, and it was hurting you deeply.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s going on?” Embry answers the door of his home, immediately bringing you inside, guiding you to the living room. His mom was sat on the couch, watching TV.

“Hi darling,” she smiles, standing up to hug you. You hug her back, loving that she was always so friendly. “It’s late, what are you doing out here?”

“I just needed some company,” you sigh softly, looking to Embry, silently asking if you could go to his room now.

“We’re uh, gonna head upstairs. Goodnight mom,” he says, grabbing your hand.

“Goodnight, Ms. Call.”

“(Y/N), why don’t you stay over for the night? I don’t want you driving home. Although if you do want to go home, Embry, drive her.”

“Alright,��� he grins, shaking his head. You two walk up the stairs and as soon as he shuts the door, you burst out into tears and fall into his arms.

“Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay,” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your back softly. He lets you cry as long as you need to, swaying side to side in the same spot to help calm you a bit more.

When you pull back, his hands are wiping your cheeks in seconds.

“Are you gonna tell me who or what made you cry?” He wonders, his heart breaking at the sight of you.

“Jacob,” you mumble. Embry steps back from you for a second, anger rising through his body.

“Fucking idiot,” he grumbles to himself. You chuckle through your tears and take a seat on his bed.

“He’s been spending a lot of time with Bella, which isn’t a problem. But when we’ve spent years flirting back and forth, kissing a couple times, being told by everyone that we would be a cute couple, it hurts that he just...can drop me so easily.”

“I know how much you love him,” Embry sighs, taking a seat next to you. He wants to hold your hand so bad, but he doesn’t out of respect for how vulnerable you are at the moment.

“I do, but now I’m not sure if it’s worth it. I don’t want to compete for his attention, and he’s obviously longing for Bella, so it’s better to just stop trying.”

“I’m sure he’ll come around again. If he can’t see how wonderful of a person you are, he’s an idiot. Though he already is one for making you cry, like I said,” he tells you. His voice is so soft, like velvet. A lot less raspy than Jacob’s but just enough to send a small shiver down your spine.

You turn to him, your eyes wandering every feature of his. His shoulder-length hair, his beautiful, deep brown eyes, his pearly white teeth. You don’t know what came over you, but before you can register what’s happening, you are leaning forward and pressing your lips to Embry’s.

He’s a little bit shocked, but he kisses back seconds later. He’s always had a crush on you, but because you were so close to Jacob, he never tried anything. Now, you were initiating things and he was more than okay with it.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter when you pull away, the realization of what you did finally becoming clear.

“No, it’s okay. It was quite nice, actually,” he smiles softly. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting to look at him again just yet.

“No, I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking, that was totally out of pocket, I-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I have to admit, I’ve always thought about kissing you,” he shlyly confesses. You finally look at him, eyebrows furrowed together.

“Really?” He nods, eyes glancing down to your hand, which he gently takes into his. You don’t pull away, so he tightens his grip just a little.

“Yeah. But you know, Jacob told us to stay away, he liked you and wasn’t going to let me, Quil, Paul, or Jared near you.”

“Well, he obviously doesn’t care about me anymore,” you mumble, your expression dropping once again, your eyes falling to the floor.

“Everything will work out, I promise,” he reassures you, his arm going around your shoulder. You lean into his chest and sigh deeply.

“I don’t know if I want it to anymore,” you whisper. Embry can hear the pain in your voice, and it hurts him. You don’t deserve to be left behind and forgotten about just because someone else came along.

“(Y/N),” Embry turns serious, squeezing your hand as a sign to look at him, which you do. “If you give me the chance, if you want to, that is, I will make sure you get treated the way you deserve, and not tossed aside. I want to make you happy because seeing you this hurt right now is breaking my heart, and I never want to see it again.” His sincere words and the feel of his hand in yours make your decision for you.

“Okay,” you grin. Embry breaks out into a huge smile and kisses your forehead.

“So, do you want to stay the night, or should I take you home?” He asks.

“Oh I’m definitely staying,” you giggle, crawling under the covers with him.

As Jacob fell in love with Bella, you fell in love with Embry. Even after he phased. Thankfully he was able to keep his long hair, unlike Jared, Paul, and Sam. And he soon realized you were his imprint, which worked out way too well.

Life was amazing now. You were loved the way you wished Jacob loved you, and Embry was a total sweetheart. Always buying you bouquets of flowers, or edible arrangements, and even smaller gifts like trinkets and pins, anything that reminded him of you.

A few months later, Jacob came over to Emily’s house, where the pack was hanging out for the day. You and Embry were cuddled up on the couch watching Seth and Jared battle each other in Mario Kart.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N),” Jacob calls out for you. Your expression drops immediately as Embry lets you get up from your spot. “Can we talk outside for a moment?” You nod, still not saying anything, and follow him outside after slipping your shoes on.

“I want to apologize for the way I acted,” he begins, continuing to walk ahead of you.

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” you tell him. He sighs and comes to a stop right before the entrance to the woods.

“I know, but I just want you to know that I’m sorry. It was incredibly stupid of me to just drop you like you were an old rag doll that I got tired of playing with because I got a new one.”

“Nice analogy, Jake,” you sarcastically respond. He huffs dramatically and rolls his eyes.

“I know it’s not great, but I do feel bad.”

“Not bad enough if it took you this long.” He looks up at you and smiles, noticing how you look a lot happier. His heart aches at the thought.

“So you’re with Embry now?” He confirms. You grin and nod, looking back at the house.

You two kept your relationship a secret for as long as you could. It wasn’t entirely possible with the whole wolf telepathy thing, because they can obviously hear Embry’s thoughts of how he couldn’t wait to see you after patrol.

He played it off at first by just saying you were his imprint and nothing else, yet, at least. But the more you were over at his house, and at Emily’s house with the pack, they figured it out. Though Jacob was the last one to, since he hasn’t been around much.

“I hope he loves you the way you deserve,” he says.

“He does. He’s always buying me flowers, taking me on dates every other day, not running off with someone else, spending time with me when I ask him to.” Jacob winces at your jab at him, though he knows he deserves it.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be your source of happiness and love,” he says. You shrug and shove your hands in your pockets, the cold weather getting to them.

“Me too. I hope things work out with Bella.” You walk backwards a little, hoping he gets the hint.

“She doesn’t love me the way I love her,” he responds. You want to laugh out loud, but you don’t.

“Yeah, it’s not the best feeling, is it?” You snap calmly, biting your lip and turning around as to not give him the last word. You quickly walk back to the house, kicking your shoes off and crawling back into Embry’s grip.

“Everything okay?” He wonders, kissing along your forehead.

“Yeah,” you sigh. Embry glances out the window, where he was secretly watching you and Jacob, to make sure nothing happened. Jacob breaks into his wolf form and runs off into the forest. Embry finally looks away and back down at you.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, just barely pressing them to yours, teasing you. You move slightly so it turns into a real kiss, your hands going straight under his shirt. He breaks the kiss and hisses at the feel of your freezing hands.

“Holy fuck, you were only out there for five minutes,” he chuckles. You laugh as well and shrug, nuzzling your face in his neck.

“You act as if I’m a wolf like you. I don’t have a body temperature of over one hundred degrees.”

“And you never need to worry about being cold again.”

“I love you too, Em,” you murmur, eyes falling shut as you warm up.

“You’ll always be loved and appreciated with me as well.”