#If you put Sirius and Regulus in the same kitchen you end up with a heinous war scene

[morwap]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

ex!regulus black x fem!reader

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dom!reg sub!reader, p in v, cunnilingus, handjob, cheating, ex!barty x reader mention, hair pulling. c/n = character name

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james unlocked the door, a big smile on his face as he had booked a pretty nice airbnb for the long weekend. you and dorcas carried in snacks and drinks to the kitchen as he held the door.

you could hear peter groan as sirius jumped on his back after stretching.

“hey i just wanted to see if you were okay, ya know with regulus being here and all—“

you cut dorcas off with a little laugh, “yeah d its fine, i mean we both have moved on clearly”

dorcas smiled and nodded before rubbing your arm then walking back outside.

moved on was not what you would describe it, regulus was here with a girl he had a met not to long ago, a fling, you could tell by how she acted. it was exactly how you used to act.

maybe he did this to make you jealous and to ruin your time, that was the only justification that went through your head.

you packed the fridge with the food and put things on the counters.

“y/n! where do you want me to put your stuff?” remus yelled, you already knew the sleeping arrangements, you and peter on an air mattress while remus, sirius, dorcas and marlene in a room. james and lily have their own and so does regulus and c/n.

“just put it by the couch!” you yelled as you watched sirius walk in, you grabbed a water and tossed it to him. sirius smiled then looked behind him then looked back at you, giving you an eyebrow raise. a warning sign.

“yeah its up the stairs, second room on the right” regulus mumbled. you watched as she walked up the stairs and regulus stopped to talk to sirius. you could tell he was out of breath from carrying things, you grabbed another water from the fridge and put it on the table before walking to the living room.

to say the tension was strong whenever you and regulus were in the same room was an understatement.

it was getting dark out, everyone was outside while james cleaned the grill for tomorrow and sirius and marlene tried to get a speaker to start working.

you sat next to lily, you both chatting about random topics while scrolling and showing each other different cats at a shelter. you would occasionally look to the other seats and make eye contact with regulus, it only made you wanna roll your eyes when he would at you then at her then back at you. he would get closer to her, having a stare off with you until you looked away.

music started to lighten the tension, marlene had pulled you up to dance with her while she was shit faced drunk. sirius got remus to join in. regulus watched you, thinking that maybe you just didnt care.

the fun ended with marlene throwing up on the other side of the fence and dorcas having to go put her in a bath. mary had called lily to check up on you guys, she wasn’t able to come since she had a wedding to attend.

hours passed and remus was the last to leave living room to you and peter, you sat down on the edge of the air mattress, peter already fast asleep, you had showered before coming to bed and now put on lotion.

the only thoughts you had were of regulus as you started to lay down. you couldn’t sleep a few hours passed until you heard footsteps.

regulus sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. he cant remember what made him come down here, maybe to get a drink but now its led him here and he cant say he’s mad about it.

“are you doing this to fuck with me? to make me jealous?” you asked in a yelled whisper, sitting on the edge of the air mattress. you made sure not to move too much since peter was next to you with earplugs in.

“what? am i doing this to fuck with you? what are you talking about?” he whispered, his brows furrowed. “you started talking to barty again, what was i supposed to do while you were out flirting with your ex boyfriend?” he added.

“literally what the fuck are you talking about regulus” you scoffed, the last time you saw barty was when you gave him some of his clothes that was still in a box in your closet, it was socks and a few plain white tees but he had messaged you about it since it had his favorite belt and hadnt been able to find it for almost 6 months.

“sirius told me he saw you, how you got in his car and was all up on him, told me all about how you were all giggly and touching his arm, i thought we had something” he argued, making hand gestures.

“we do have something, we always have had something, all i did was give him a box of clothes if i was thinking about getting back together with i would've told you” you whispered, you touched his arm.

“i would never do that to you, regulus i told you everything” you added as a tear pricked your waterline, his head tilted slightly as he closed his eyes and sighed.

you missed him, god you missed him.

“i’m sorry, i should've asked you” he sighed, his hands going to yours. just touching him was like being teased, you missed his hands on you.

you swallowed, you didn’t know if it was the right time and you think he had the same idea.

regulus looked at you, you two were so close, his hair was just the slightest bit damp and he still smelled so strongly of his body wash and shampoo. He wore a plain black tee and sweatpants that was fresh out the dryer.

he leaned in closer, you didn’t want to move more than you already have in case of waking peter.

you tilted your head back as he leaned in more, his lips touching yours. god it felt so good.

your tongue intertwined with his as you two kissed, his hand came to your jaw. you tried to get closer to him. you heard peter groan and you pulled away.

peter rolled over and started to snore.

“cmere” regulus whispered and guided you up and into the kitchen.

your lower back pressed against the counter, as he locked your guys lips together roughly, his hands going up your shirt.

you tried to rub yourself against his groin. regulus groaned into your mouth as he unclipped your bra. he moved around your body until he was able to slip the bra to the ground then undid the knot on your pj pants.

regulus trembled in your grasp as you palmed him, he was getting harder and harder in your grasp. he bit your lip lightly before pulling away.

“turn the fuck around” he panted, his hands moving you roughly and pushing you to bend over the counter. regulus drops to his knees, his fingers slipping down your pj pants and panties.

you could feel his lips on your ass cheek, he bit softly which made you laugh and mumble an “ow,” regulus smile before spreading you open for him.

his tongue met your cunt, making you shiver, your clit throbbed as he sucked slightly. his hands massaged you gently, he did circles around your clit then moved his tongue up and down your vulva.

one of regulus’ hands moved to your cunt, his fingers teasing around your cunt before finally pushing in.

your hand that was gripping the counter went up to your mouth, his fingers were long and soon enough he could fit two in. your legs trembled and you were getting close. minutes passed and then you were on the brink.

regulus pulled away and slowed his fingers. you whined when his fingers left you. you soon felt his lips on the back of your neck. you could feel him press his cock against you, you reached back and slid your hand into his waistbands, he was fucking leaking.

he moaned against your skin as you stroked him, his hand gripped your hand and guided it while the other one held your hip. regulus let go of your hand and pushed his sweats down a bit.

“turn around i wanna see your face” he whispered and let go of you. you kicked off your bottoms before turning. regulus spit in his hand and stroked himself, you watched his chest as he breathed heavily.

you got onto the counter, thankfully it happened to be perfect height.

spreading your legs for him, waiting, you are beautiful.

regulus pressed his tip against your cunt, sliding in as his other hand did circles on your clit. his head tilted back slightly and he bit his lips. his stomach tightened and his eyes closed.

you watched his cock go into you. your hand gripped his forearm.

“youre amazing” he mumbled, looked at you and you leaned in, lips molding together in a fevered rush.

regulus started thrusting, noises caught in your throat, his other hand held the back of your head, guiding it how he wanted.

he started to quicken his pace, his fingers gripping your hair hard. you moaned in his mouth.

a noise from upstairs stopped him, pulling his head away from you and his hand moved to cover your mouth. he slowed his pace but didnt stop completely.

“regulus?” you heard.

he looked at you and then reached to turn the sink on then off.

“yeah?” he said. she stood at the top of the stairs. it was dark the only light being from a nightlight that was next to you.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah im just getting a drink and im on the phone with evan, hes having a rough night, go back to bed” he lied on the spot.

“oh alright” she yawned and walked back.

you kissed his neck, nipping at his skin. he started to pick up his pace again.

“im sorry” he whispered, his hands rubbed your sides.

“its okay” you said, you pulled on the hem of his shirt and sucked on his collarbone, leaving a dark mark.

his fingers went fast on your clit, getting you closer and closer.

“i love you” regulus said.

you kissed his cheek, “i love you too regulus” your fingers slipping into his hair.

your brows furrowed as the coil in your stomach snapped. cunt clenching down on him and pulsating. you bit your lips together.

“inside or on your stomach?” he asked hurriedly.

you ignored him.

his eyes closed tightly, “imma need an answer baby quick” he whined.

“stomach” you panted as you came down from your high.

regulus thrusted a few more times before pulling out. your hands went to his cock, jerking him off to the pace he was going before.

he cursed as he came, cock throbbing and now becoming super sensitive.

soon he had cleaned you and himself up and wiped down the counters then you two ended up cuddling on the couch. he whispered in your ear, telling you how he missed you and that you were the best thing to ever happen to him. it was nice, so nice.

you had moved once he fell asleep, getting back to your spot on the air mattress. regulus moved closer to the edge and reached his hand down to grab yours.

“goodnight” he mumbled.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Uneven

@jegulus-microfic January 30 Word count 995

Previous part First part

“James?...James?” Regulus’s voice was small. 

“Do you really mean that?” James was trying very hard to stomp down the feelings that were slowly beginning to bloom through him.

“Yes. James, I want to come home.” 

“Then come home, Reg.” He knew the words had more meaning behind them, but he couldn’t examine that right now. 

“Okay,” Regulus said, the hope clear in his voice. “I’ll call you when I have a date.”

“Okay, Reg.”

They’d stayed on the line, not saying anything until James had said goodnight, and they both hung up. James stroked Leo. 

“What am I going to do, boy?”    

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“Is it because of me?” Barty asked seriously when Regulus went to him on Monday morning to ask about breaking his contract. Regulus shook his head. 

“Not in the way you think. You made me realise that what I really want is back home.” He waited for Barty to ask about it, but he didn’t. 

“I really don’t want to lose you as an employee.” Barty had recovered quickly, moving on to the next task. “Let’s spitball some ideas and see if we can figure this out.” Regulus hadn’t even thought of that as an option.   

They spent most of the morning agreeing on a compromise.

He and Barty had discussed him working remotely back in England and flying to New York every three months for a few weeks. It was a good plan. But at the end of the day, it was his father, Bartemius Crouch Sr, who had the final say.

He was called into Crouch’s office that same afternoon. He was nervous. This man was the one in control of his future. He knocked on the door and waited to be called in.  

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Sirius had told him the date that Regulus was returning two weeks ago, and Regulus had messaged him the night before to say he’d landed and asked if he’d come over for dinner this evening. He’d agreed instantly, only remembering about Lily when she got out of the shower and joined him in bed. 

He fretted over what he was going to say all night. He tossed and turned, eventually leaving the bed, worried he would wake her. 

The sun rose, and he hadn’t slept a wink. He heard movement upstairs as Lily woke. He put down the whisky he’d been nursing when he heard her coming down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and went straight to the kettle for a cup of tea. 

“Erm—Lily—We need to talk.” He needed to get this over with. He’d been putting it off. Not quite believing that Regulus would come back. But now it was real. He was back in Grimmauld Place, and James had run out of time. He didn’t know what would happen between him and Regulus tonight, and he didn’t want to lie to Lily. She deserved better.  

He cleared his throat and continued. “Regulus is back.” She barely reacted. She just nodded slowly as she stirred the teabag around her mug. 

“For good?” She asked. Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly James couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  

Lily nodded again. 

“Are you getting back together?” Her lips were pursed, and her shoulders had squared. James felt very small and found he couldn’t meet her eyes. 

“He wants me to go over tonight for dinner. So we can talk.” He still couldn’t look her in the eyes. She folded her arms across her chest, holding herself tightly. 

“I don’t want to upset you, Lily. But Reg he—” Lily cut him off. 

“James, I need to tell you something.”

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Regulus looked at the table he’d just set. Something was off. He walked around it, scrutinising his place settings. His eyes narrowed in on the culprit. The knife and spoon on James's side were uneven.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? It has to be perfect.” He told the offending cutlery as he carefully rearranged them. He smiled down at the now beautiful table. 

‘Knock, knock.’ His eyes flashed in horror as he looked at the clock and realised he’d lost track of the time and James was here. 

He hurriedly removed the apron and smoothed down his shirt. The door sounded again as he jogged up the steps out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He paused for a moment to check his reflection in the hallway mirror. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were too wide, but he doubted James would care. 

He took a steadying breath and opened the door.

James stood there illuminated by the porch light and looked just as mouthwatering as he always had. Regulus had to concentrate to not jump into his arms and start kissing him.

“Hi,” He breathed. 

“Hi,” James replied just as breathy. 

They stood and stared at each other until Regulus realised they were still in the doorway and he hadn’t invited James in. 

“Come in. Dinner’s nearly ready. I made chicken Kievs. Hope that’s alright?” He babbled as he led James down into the kitchen. 

It was warm and cosy in there. Regulus busied himself with opening a bottle of wine while James shuffled from foot to food behind him.    

“Reg. Somethings happened.” He froze, hand hovering over the wine bottle. He looked up at the devastated expression on James’s face. 

“What is it, James?” His voice came out quiet and cracked. He could have sworn the temperature of the room had dropped. 

James swallowed repeatedly, wringing his hands together. All manner of scenarios played in Regulus’s mind. “James, I need you to talk. My imagination is going wild here.” His heart was thundering in his chest. He could feel it in his ears. 

James finally looked him in the eye and took one last shuddering breath before he answered. 

“Lily’s pregnant.” Regulus felt the blood drain from his face. “I’m the father.” 

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[lcvegoob]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ◟੭

ഒ parings. regulus black x reader

ഒ summary. everything you see, reminds you of him. this is slightly inspired by 'about you' by the 1975.

ഒ warnings. canon character death, angst

ഒ note. RAHHH I WROTE IT AND IT DIDNT SAVE IM SO UPSET. but thank you all so much for liking my other stories !! love you all :3 please enjoy !! i also gave up at the end oopsies, but still hopefully it's okay 😭

ഒ status. word count: unedited

It almost felt like the building was mocking you in a way. Threatening to bring back unwanted memories about people. Its brooding aura gave you shivers. You inhaled and exhaled sharply, the wind blew through your hair.

It caused the letter in your hand to slightly ruffle, causing you to glance down at it. It was a personal invitation from Dumbledore himself, asking you to once again join the Order of the Phoenix.

You declined the first time, seeing that there could have been some complications. Now you're here, standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place, trying to overcome the gloomy feeling and to just walk inside.

Its been a while since you last came here, maybe 20 years ago? It felt somewhat unfamiliar, but you shook off the feelings and walked up to the building.

You reach for the silver knocker and knocked three times, the same amount that was instructed to you. You look down at your shoes rethinking your actions when suddenly, another pair of shoes appear in front of you.

You looked up, causing your eyes to widen.

Sirius Black.

His face mirrored yours, showing the same shock in his eyes. You gave him a small smile. Sirius suddenly lunges forward causing you to catch him in a tight hug.

"Y/n.. It's been so long.." He whispered in your ear. The slight crack in his voice caused a similar crack in your heart. You hug him tighter.

"I know, and I-I'm sorry. I just couldn't bring myself to see you all-." Sirius hushed you and just hugged you tighter.

"I completely understand, it's okay." He said softly after stepping back from the hug.

You proceeded to wipe a stray tear away. "I think it's time to see the others, don't you think?" Sirius asked, holding out a hand towards you.

You nodded and gently grabbed his hand. He smiled at you and lead you through the familiar home of his. He approached two kitchen doors and opened them wide open. Conversations ceased to a silence and all pairs of eyes were on you.

They all looked surprised to see, but no signs of resentment were shown. Remus abruptly got up from his seat and made his way towards you.

He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a hug similar to Sirius'. "Merlin. I haven't seen you in years!" Remus exclaims. He leaned back and put his hands on your shoulders. He looked into your eyes.

"How have you been?"

"I've been living," you say, laughing a little.

"I've tried owling you, have you received-." Remus started but was interrupted. "I have, I still have them all in a box." You say with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't write back. It felt wrong." You admitted.

"I read them I swear!" you say. Remus chuckled. "It's okay, don't you worry."

He stepped to your side and cleared his throat. "Ahem."

Everyone's eyes were on you. "This is Y/N Y/L/N, you might know them."

"Hello." You say with a small smile. Everyone smiles back. Mrs. Weasley comes up to you and gives you a warm smile.

"I'm sure you're tired from your trip dear, why don't you go put your things away and rest up." She says and looks to Sirius for approval.

Sirius nods and follows along with what Mrs. Weasley was saying. "Molly's right Y/n, you look exhausted."

"You wanna stay in the guest room, or..." Sirius says looking at you.

"If it's alright, I wanna stay in Regulus' room." You whisper. Sirius nodded and looked at you softly. "You know where it is."

You gave him a small smile and excused yourself. You grabbed your belongings and exited the kitchen. You made your way up to the stairs, up to a door.

It's funny, how a simple door could bring back so much memories. A creak was heard and you turned your head to see Kreacher.

Kreacher looked up at you, his eyes slightly widening but the grouch on his face never left. "Master Y/n." He bowed.

"It's been a while since Kreacher has seen you." He said.

"It's nice to see you too Kreacher." You smile at the house elf. Kreacher looked past you at the door.

"Kreacher hasn't touched a single thing in the Young Master's bedroom ever since he passed. Other than Kreacher dusting it, it still is the same." The elf says as he walks away.

You turn back to the door and sigh, you bring up a shaky hand to the door knob and turn it. The door swung wide open, dust particles flew up a bit. You step inside and flip on the switch.

The room lit up warmly. Kreacher was right, it really was untouched.

You walk in and placed your bag near the bed post, you took a seat on his bed. You looked around his room, memories start flooding your mind and it makes you overwhelmed.

You look on his vanity and spot something wilted. You got up and approached the vanity. The said something was a wilted flower crown.

You carefully picked it up and immediately was taken to a flashback of you and him before.

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The sun shined warmly on your face as you laid your head on his lap. Your hands were busy making a flower crown for yourself. "Regulus?" you softly ask.

Regulus puts down his book and looks down at you. He smiles signaling you to continue. "If we were to get married, how would you plan the ceremony?"

He chuckles a bit and ran a hand through your hair. "Love, what do you mean 'if we were to get married'? Of course we will."

You sat up and looked into his eyes. "I know that, but I'm just curious. Would your parents even approve?" you looked at him with concern.

He brought a gentle hand up to your face, caressing it softly. "Of course they would. Let's be honest here, the only reason why they're so approving of you is because of your blood status."

You frowned, "I know, I wish they liked me because of me." Regulus tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I like you because of who you are." He said before bringing your face up to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

You pull away from the kiss and giggle. "That's not the same though Reggie!"

He snorts, "Their opinion doesn't matter anyways darling."

You sigh and fall back onto his lap, continuing with your flower crown. He looks down at you, "What're you making dove?"

You put on the finishing touches and brought it up to his face. "Flower crown."

Regulus nods, gently taking the crown from your hands and placing it on top of his own head.

"Am I pretty now?" He says chuckling. You nod, "You've always been pretty Regulus."

You look up at him in awe. "The prettiest I've ever seen."

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You put down the wilted crown and sniffled. You then notice in the reflection of his vanity, his Hogwarts trunk. It was wide open, seated on a chair in the corner of his room.

Some of his old Slytherin sweaters laid there, amongst other Hogwarts uniforms and books Regulus didn't bother putting away. Sitting on top, were bundles of letters you wrote.

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"I can't believe we're graduated already Reggie." You gush. You both were in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, that is now heading back home.

Regulus smiles softly, looking up at you from his book. "And you still don't know what to be." He says teasingly.

You huff, "At least I do know that we'll still be together."

You didn't notice but Regulus' smile falters. You looked out the window noticing that the train was almost to the station.

"Love," you called out to Regulus. "Hm?" he hummed, reading from his book.

"You know how I'm staying in France for a bit right?" you ask.

"Yes, you've excitedly told me many times." He chuckles.

"Hey!" you laugh. "That's true but can you promise me one thing?"

"What is it?" he asks. "Promise you'll write a lot." You looked at him with seriousness in your eyes.

Regulus looked at you blankly and raised an eyebrow. "Y/n, you serious?" You waved your arms and looked at him sternly.

"Yes, I am. Now pinky swear." You held out your pinky. He rolled his eyes but nonetheless hooked his pinky with yours. "You already know that I will write to you lots."

The train started to slow down, entering the station. Peering outside the window, you saw that there were over hundreds of families waiting for their children.

Regulus tapped your shoulder and tilted his head towards the door. You got up and grabbed your other belongings, your suitcase in Regulus' hand who refused to let you carry it.

You both got off of the train and searched for your parents. You finally see your parents and gave them big hugs. Regulus does the same with your parents.

After a bit of small talk, it was time to leave.

You gave Regulus a huge hug and a kiss. You pulled back from the kiss and placed something in his hands.

"I'll see you when I get back okay?" You whisper.

He nods and places another sweet kiss on your lips. You backed away, waved, and followed after your parents.

He looked down in his hands to see a box, inside was a ring which you customized for him. He smiled and put it on his left ring finger.

He watched you go, knowing that this was the last time you would ever see each other again.

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By now, you were reading some of the letters you sent him. He broke his promise, after sending maybe two or three letters, they stopped.

They never appeared again. You can see that some of the letters you sent, were sent with anger and sadness. You fiddled with a ring that was attached to your necklace, it was one of the rings Regulus had given you.

You put back your stack of letters on top of Regulus' sweaters. Though, you noticed a piece of paper sticking out from the bottom of the trunk.

You carefully lifted the sweater and noticed another stack of letters. It was all in Regulus' handwriting, dates were written on the top.

You looked at the top of one letter and realized that they matched the same dates as your letters. He wrote back, he just never sent them.

You took both stacks and sat down on his bed. You took each letter one by one and read through them, imagining that he really did send the letters.

You were now laying on your side, halfway through the letters. Regulus' sheets were engulfing you.

"Y/n?" Sirius' muffled voice came from behind the door. He softly knocked. Hearing no response he opened the door as quietly as he can.

"Y/n, you haven't had dinner yet. Did you want-." He paused, noticing that you were fast asleep. A letter in hand, and the stacks about to fall off.

Sirius looked at you with concern lingering in his gaze, he sighed and walked up to you to fix your position.

He gently put the stack of letters away and went to get the one in your hand.

He gently removed it from your fingers, he paused. Curiosity got to the best of him and he looked at the letter.

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December 25, 1979

My dear Y/n,

I know it's been a couple of months since I last saw you, and I'd like to apologize my love. I never wrote back to you, I never made any attempt to see you and I regret it deeply.

In all honesty, I was trying to distance myself from you. I know, you would say something along the lines of "We could talk it out!"

Darling, what I planned to do.. wasn't a topic that should be spoken about. For the last six months, I have been planning to get the Locket of Salazar myself.

I had enough of working for the Dark Lord and had planned to destroy one of his Horcruxes. I've told you before what Horcruxes were so hopefully you'd still remember.

After writing this letter, I shall be on my way to hopefully and successfully destroy the locket. Kreacher is going with me. I told him, that if anything happens, he is to send this letter to you.

My dear sweet Y/n.

I have loved you my whole life. Ever since I first saw you. I knew that you were the one. Actually, after successfully destroying the locket, I'm planning to see you.

I know you probably would've not wanted to see me, but I would've explained why.

I'm going to propose to you, my love. The ring is currently in my dresser, waiting to be given to you.

Merlin, I miss you. I want to see you again, love.

Regulus Black.

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Sirius' brows furrowed. His heart ached for the girl sleeping and for his younger brother. He turned his head to look over at the empty ring holder.

He walked up to it quietly and studied it. A gleam shined in his eye and saw that you were wearing it.

His eyes softened. He felt horrible, he knew that you were hurting a lot. He couldn't imagine how you were when you found out about Regulus' death.

He let out a sigh and went to tuck you in bed. He gave you one more glance and left the room.

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Five years have now passed and you took care of yourself. You eventually learned to move on from Regulus, but still holds a special place in your heart.

You were at the wedding of Remus and Sirius. Finally, those two decided to confess and get married. You were extremely happy for the both of them.

The reception was lively, full of dancing and food. Everyone looked merry.

You were watching the couple, who were laughing about something.

Unfortunately, you weren't looking at where you were going and bumped into someone. "I am so sorry I wasn't looking-"

That someone laughed, a hand rested on your shoulder. "No worries love."

You looked up to see brunette hair. "Oh, it's you!" he replied.

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened. "Eric? The Eric Sallow?"

He bursted out in laughter. "The one and only," he says fondly.

You gave him a wide smile and a huge hug. "Merlin, it's been years."

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One marriage and two kids later on.

"Mum I'm nervous." A gentle voice called to you. You look down to see your son, who was a striking resemblance to his father.

"You'll be fine, Rigel." You run a hand through his chestnut locks and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Alright Sallows, let's move!" Eric boasted, walking up to you both with your daughter in his arms.

You gave him a smile and turned to your son. "You ready?"

The little boy nodded and gripped the cart a little tighter. You both walked through the wall and were greeted by the Hogwarts Express.

Your eyebrows frowned but continued to walk with Rigel. Merlin, this kid got his father's extroverted attitude and was already chatting up a storm with another student.

Eric came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"I know it must've been hard to come back here." he says softly.

You nodded and took a deep breath. "It's alright, love. It's in the past now."

You gave him a small peck on the cheek and kissed your daughter's forehead as well.

You spotted Remus and Sirius and waved to them.

The train whistled signaling that it was leaving. You wave to your son and wiped away a stray tear.

"Goodbye Rigel, write to us sweetie!" you called out. "I will mum!" he replied.

As he disappeared from your sight, one window caught your eyes. It had a girl and a boy, looked like it was their last year at Hogwarts.

It resembled you and Regulus quite well. You thought about Regulus for a bit. You smile at the bittersweet memory and felt a hand on your shoulder belonging to your husband.

"Let's go, my sweet deat Y/n?" he asked.

You nodded and gave one more glance at the station. The memories that once happened, now stored in your heart.

[regulus-books]

wc: 887

warnings: alleged infidelity kinda, drunk James, sober regulus, angst, kinda happy ending

"We should get going now!" James yells from the other room, he's looping his earrings through his lobes.

"Have fun, I'm gonna stay." Regulus says, simply, turning another page in his book.

"Okay." James let's out a huff. He's been like this all fucking week. Regulus thought, maybe, he had a bad day. Or maybe, he had spilled water on his guitar (he's done it in the past, that set him in a pretty shitty mood). But the bad day turned into six more.

"What's wrong?" Regulus puts his thumb in between two pages and rests it in his lap.

"You're not coming with me? I thought you were looking forward to seeing Sirius." James' hand flies up and smacks back down on his thigh.

"I was, I just don't feel very good right now, besides I can see Sirius any day of the week. I'll wait up for you, just go. Don't worry about me."

"You never feel good," James hisses, Regulus' mother used to say the same thing. "You don't ever worry about me so you're right, I guess I shouldn't." James walks out of the bedroom, Regulus' eyebrows tilt down, confusion plastered on his face.

"What was that?" He scoots off the bed, placing his book face down.

"Hm? Oh you mean me." James fake laughs and Regulus looks around the kitchen, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Obviously I mean you, James. Who else is in the room with us, the Pope?" James rolls his eyes.

"No, just your dirty flings, it's no big deal." James walks to the fridge grabbing out four sandwiches that Regulus prepared for the boys, making sure there's no one hungover tomorrow.

"Excuse me?"

"You know. When I'm not here. Those other guys, tall, brunette, tan. Almost looks like me don't you think?"

"No, I do not think he looks like you. He's much taller." Regulus almost laughs when James' jaw drops.

"So you're just going to admit to it. You are cheating on me?"

"No, not cheating on you."

"You don't love me." Regulus' eyebrows shoot up on his face, his grey eyes becoming glassy at the words.

"Don't love you, James? Dieu, how stupid are you? If I did not love you then why would I keep you around? If you think I do not love you why do you stay?"

"I don't know who I am without you."

"Go have fun." Regulus puts a hand on his forehead, trying to regulate his breathing.

"‘Go have fun?’ God, I was right," James stalks towards the door, but before slamming it he says, "throw the sheets in the wash at least after, would you?" Stupid boy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, gullible boy.

Regulus feels like he's going to pass out. He leans against the counter, huffing. Tear drops exit from his eyes.

He can't even think about cheating on James. You'd think after years of being friends, James would notice that Remus was himself. Coming over to help Regulus study, for God's sake.

The hours pass by slowly. Painfully slow. Regulus wants to call Sirius, he wants him here. He can't be here he's with James, he's making sure that James gets home to him tonight. So he waits.

When he hears the front door handle jiggle six or seven times he knows it's his James. When James gets drunk he doesn't remember how a key works. Regulus doesn't want to see James yet. He knows when he sees those brown eyes he'll melt and forgive him. He knows that he'll forget about James thinking he's cheating, he'll just want a hug.

The fridge opens, a cap undone and thrown in the trash. James guzzles down  cold water from the fridge. Then he stumbled down the hallway to their bedroom. Regulus twists away from the doorway, his body facing the opposite wall.

"You're on my side." James taps Regulus' ribs, then moves his hand up and down. Regulus can feel blood pulsing through his veins, his heart getting squeezed for every word James says.

"There are no sides. This is simply a side of the bed we share." Regulus tries and fails to keep his voice steady.

James barks a laugh, then picks up Regulus, moving him to 'his side'.

"Are you mad at me?" James rests his head far too close to Regulus' face, he can smell the AMF on his breath.

"God, how many of those did you drink?" Regulus places the back of his finger on his nostrils.

"2 or 6. Between there."

"James."

"I like to say it! Some pretty girl asked me 'what are you drinking', Sirius tells me I danced in circles singing, Adios Motherfucker!" James laughs and Regulus closes his eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep to the sweet sound.

"Regulus..." James interrupts the silence in their room.

"What?" Regulus wants to scream in his face, he wants to sleep off this day.

"I know I had drinks, and I know sober me would be angry at me for saying this. But I love you, and I'm sorry." Regulus' breath hitches in his throat.

"You already know how I feel about you. Go to sleep."

"Say it," Regulus remains quiet. "Please, say it, baby." How could he resist James? Sweet, drunk, emotional James.

"I love you."

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Sins (Part 2)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: Original Request: i don't really have a fleshed-out idea on this nasty request but what about a smut fic on regulus but he's a priest. ik its insane but i thought of regulus black/paul atreides wearing the clerical collar thing and oh my god he looks so hot

Summary: (After being requested I'm making other parts to this story) After a disastrous end to their first meeting Regulus wants to fix everything that he's done wrong. Now the only question is, will you forgive him?

Pairings: Regulus Black/Reader

Link to Part 1

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“You made your feelings clear.”

Regulus snapped up. From a cold sleep, your words woke up right up. Regulus groaned rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

“What is happening to me?”

Regulus grumbled. It had been a little over a month since his encounter with you in the church. With each day he tried so hard to forget what he did but failed…miserably.

“Priests aren’t supposed to sleep with any good-looking woman that comes his way. I should have never also made her feel less than because she is a showgirl either. Y/n didn’t deserve the way that I treated her.”

Regulus thought as he looked at the bedside clock. It read 2:50 am. Is this what he was supposed to go through as a teenager and just missed the memo? If so, he suddenly understood his older brother a lot more.

All of the feelings that Regulus had been feeling since the first time that he laid eyes on you were a whirlwind of confusion. It had started with the sex-filled dreams which led to the two of you actually having sex. Now here Regulus sat with that particular day going on repeat in his mind.

“So this is sexual frustration or am I in love with her? Can I be in love? Of course, I can. I’m human even if I’m a priest? A priest…I don’t qualify for this job anymore.”

Regulus thought miserably. Getting out of bed, Regulus looked at his reflection in the mirror. The love bites that you had left on his chest and neck had healed but Regulus could point out exactly where they were. Everything about you, Regulus could vividly remember. He could remember just how you felt in his arms, how soft your skin was, the way you moaned his name, the way you felt like velvet around him….

“I have to stop.”

Regulus groaned. He considered praying for a moment but at the same time, it felt dirty. Praying to a deity for the return of a woman that Regulus was never meant to “know” was a surefire way to be struck down.

“But I haven’t been struck down…is this real? Is everything that I believed for years real?”

Regulus found himself questioning everything that he ever believed once again.

“I have to find her.”

(the next morning)

Sirius stood in his kitchen waiting for his new tea kettle to work.

“Any day now, mate. Remus said that you were supposed to be amazing and all that I have is cold water.”

The sound of the doorbell ringing pulled Sirius from his thoughts. He gave the tea kettle a final glare before going to the door and opening it. Sirius was surprised to see Regulus on the other side of the door dressed in…normal clothes. He also noted how on edge his younger brother looked. This was a far contrast from the normally well-put-together calm person that Regulus typically was.

“Uh…hi…so Regulus what with the outfit? Where is your priest outfit?”

Regulus immediately shook his head.

“I quit! Sirius, I need your help. I fucked up big time!”

Sirius moved aside to let Regulus inside before chuckling to himself.

“He said fuck.”

Sirius closed the door before going back to the living room where Regulus stood pacing around the living room. Remus had come in from the back garden and was watching Regulus clearly confused as well.

Sirius gave Remus a shrug before turning back to his brother.

“So…Regulus…you said fuck, quit being a priest, and are pacing my living room. Do you want to tell me…”

“I slept with a woman!”

Regulus nearly yelled. He put a hand over his mouth as if he was spilling some big secret. Neither Sirius nor Remus moved for a moment. Both stood staring at Regulus as if he had grown an extra head.

“I slept with a woman and I think I’m in love with her but I royally fucked up. I told her that it was a temptation and never should have happened. She was understandably upset and won’t speak to me now.”

Sirius held a hand up.

“So…you mean to tell me that you…YOU…slept with an actual woman?”

Regulus gave Sirius an exasperated look.

“YES! Please keep up!”

Sirius choked back a giggle before composing himself.

“And you are in love with her?”

Regulus nodded sitting down and putting his hands over his face.

“Yes…maybe…I’m feeling something. She’s all that I can think about. I can not get her out of my mind. It's dreams about being with her in an actual relationship and sex. It doesn’t stop! All that I can think of is her sweet voice and soft skin.”

Sirius glanced over to Remus, who was looking as shocked as he was. Neither of the men ever expected something like this to happen. Regulus was so deadest on being a priest and adamant that he was asexual. After years of keeping that stance up…it was easy for Remus and Sirius to believe him.

Remus stepped closer to Regulus.

“Regulus, you should breathe. Look, would you like Sirius and I to help find her?”

Regulus looked up as Sirius’ mouth dropped.

“Look, I was counting on him to get me into heaven. Padre! Salvation here!”

Regulus gave Sirius a cold glare.

“I don’t even think that I believe in God. At least…I’m not sure about anything right now. I had everything going along in my life than I’m derailed.”

Sirius sighed.

“Remus is right. Despite my salvation now being in question, your needs are greater than my own. What is the girl’s name?”

Regulus leaned back.

“Y/n.”

Remus came in, keeping his voice as gentle and kind as possible.

“And where is she? Perhaps we can go over and the two of you can talk rationally? Sirius and I can explain how you are. You’re a nice guy and just experienced something that you never planned on. You were in a corner and didn’t know how to react.”

Regulus groaned again.

“It's not that simple. She doesn’t live here. She’s in Las Vegas.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped further.

“What were you doing in Las Vegas? Do you have some secret life that I don’t know about?”

Regulus stood up and began to pace again.

“No, I have never been to Las Vegas. She has family here and came to a service with them. She’s a showgirl.”

Sirius had to sit down on that one. He couldn’t help the laughter that was coming out of him. Not only had Regulus finally been visited by the “sexual feelings fairy” but he was now in love with a showgirl. A showgirl was the definition of sex appeal.

“Reggie, this keeps getting more and more interesting.”

Regulus quickly grew annoyed with his older brother’s amusement at his torment.

“Do you want to help me or not?”

“Sirius, get a grip. Regulus, we will help you.”

Sirius nodded and got back to his feet.

“Well said, Remus. Sorry, Reg. Okay, let's find her. Remus is excellent at stalking people. To the computer!”

A few moments later, Regulus stood behind Remus and Sirius as Remus typed away.

“So her name is Y/n L/n?”

Regulus nodded as Remus typed your name in followed by Las Vegas, NV. It took a few more clicks for Remus to find multiple pictures of you. In some of the pictures, you were in your showgirl costume. In others, you were dressed in elegant dresses.

Remus turned to meet Sirius’ gaze as his boyfriend leaned back in his chair.

“Damn, Reg. She is pretty! I don't blame you for this. If she was some ugly hideous thing, I would be concerned but this girl…damn!”

Remus was busy typing away on the keyboard.

“Got it. I have her address. She lives with a woman named Mindy. That has to be her roommate.”

Regulus looked baffled by Remus’ methods.

“How do you know all of this?”

Remus smiled.

“Skills, my friend. I can find out anything about anyone. I took the liberty of booking us some airplane tickets. We should be going soon.”

Regulus suddenly became panicked. He was going to be finding you. What was he supposed to say? Would a simple “I’m sorry” really take care of this? Regulus couldn't say yes or no.

“What if she won’t speak to me? What if all of this is for nothing? I have thrown away everything that I have worked so hard for.”

Sirius reached out and gently grasped his brother’s shoulder.

“You’ll never know what will happen if you don’t try to talk to her.”

On the airplane, Regulus sat with his head down silently brooding. All of this was happening so fast that he couldn’t mentally keep up. He was partially mourning his old life. The life that he spent so much time in effort working toward. Something, however, told Regulus that you were worth every moment of it.

Even if he really didn't know you, it all seemed worth it. Getting to know you healthily seemed worthy of every moment of confusion. What if you were the one missing puzzle piece in his life? What if you were the “one” who could put everything he felt into perspective? You would be the one to prove to Regulus that love truly existed…

“I hope that love actually exists.”

Regulus thought as Sirius turned to him.

“Okay, Remus has put more together about Y/n. Her friend Mindy is a fashion designer. Y/n is her model. Dude, you weren’t kidding, this woman is stunning. Here watch this, you can stare at her moving.”

Regulus took the phone from his brother and hit play on the video. It was a promotion made for the woman named Mindy’s fashion portfolio. Regulus smiled the moment that you showed up on the screen dressed in an emerald green cocktail dress. Simply staring at you was enough to make Regulus’ panic calm. With each pose, soft smile, and lyric of the happy pop song playing, Regulus felt himself falling further and further over that cliff.

“I've learned to feel what I cannot see, but with you, I lose that vision I don't know how to dream your dream so I'm all caught up in the superstition I want to reach out and pull you to me.Who says I should let a wild one go free Trying to catch your heart is like trying to catch a star But I can't love you this much, baby and love you from this far Waiting for a star to fall and carry your heart into my arms That's where you belong in my arms, baby”

Regulus had never agreed more with a song lyric in his life. He played the video again simply to see you smile.

“What if she thinks that I am some kind of nutcase? I mean, I had you two cyberstalk her and I’ll but turning up at her door unannounced. What if she thinks that I’m a creep?”

Sirius gave his brother a sympathetic expression. He knew that there was a very real possibility of this happening. Sirius only hoped that you would flattered by the fact that Regulus was putting so much effort into apologizing for how he treated you. If he has to, Sirius would talk to you himself and explain that Regulus left everything for you…could that not be worth some redeeming qualities?

“You won’t have to worry about him cheating. Regulus has never been into anyone like he is you. The man left the priesthood for you. Not many women can say that about their lovers. The man literally dumped God for you. He may have said some things that were really…cold…but that isn’t him. Regulus may play tough because that’s how we were raised. Could you please just give him a chance?”

Sirius had put that together for his speech if it came down to it. He was also positive that Remus could come up with something more profound as well.

“I don’t think she will. Granted, I don’t know Y/n but I would be totally flattered if some guy left something like the priesthood for me. Add hopping on a plane and showing up at my doorstep with a heartfelt apology…my panties would be coming off…now this is if I were a woman, okay?”

Sirius was happy when Regulus smiled at that.

“That makes me feel somewhat better and also totally uncomfortable at the same time.”

Sirius leaned back in his seat as the “fasten seatbelt” sign came on.

“Alsmot showtime, Reggie.”

An hour later, all three men stood outside of a townhome. Regulus stared at the doorbell as his heart raced. This was it! This was the moment that he would know if you would truly forgive him and give him a shot…or if he completely blew it.

“Reg, rign the doorbell man. It's like standing on the surface of the sun out here.”

Sirius grumbled from behind him. The Las Vegas heat was something that Sirius was clearly not used to.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

Regulus replied before reaching out and pushing the doorbell. The moment that Regulus heard the bell, he could have passed out. Was it too late to run? Could he jump in a bush? The answer was no. Regulus couldn’t chicken out now. He coudln’t run to the priesthood anymore to avoid an uncomfortable arranged marriage courtesy of his mother. It was time for Regulus to stop running.

A moment later the door opened and who had to be Mindy stood on the other side. She looked between Regulus, Remus, and Sirius with a polite smile.

“Hi, can I help you?”

Regulus bit the inside of his lip before taking a deep breath.

“Hi, can I please see Y/n?”

Mindy raised an eyebrow before smiling again.

“I’m sorry, she isn’t home. Who are you?”

Regulus nervously scratched the back of his head. Would Mindy start cussing him out? Did she know what he did? Of course, she did. She had to.

“I’m Regulus Black. I uh…”

Mindy’s mouth dropped. The smile faded as she gave him a scathing look. Mindy knew all about Regulus. You had told her all about the event that took place in the church and how it felt right…until Regulus dismissed you like some common whore.

“Oh! You’re Regulus.”

Regulus nodded uncomfortably.

“I see you know who I am.”

Mindy nodded closing the door and crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, I’m Mindy and yeah, I know who you are. You really hurt my best friend.”

Sirius took this as his cue to step up.

“Hi there. I’m Sirius Black. Regulus is my brother. Mindy, I apologize for just turning up on your doorstep. If you would just give me a few moments to speak to you, I can make all of this make sense.”

Mindy raised her eyebrow again. She was half tempted to go back in and slam the door. She didn’t have to mention this to you but something told her not to.

“Okay, you have five minutes. Come in. It's too damn hot out here.”

Walking into the well-decorated townhome, Regulus looked around the living room before nervously sitting down. Mindy came into the room not taking her eyes off of him.

“Okay, start talking.”

Mindy said. Sirius stood up.

“Mindy, this whole situation obviously isn’t ideal. I know that you are probably protective over Y/n but you have to understand that my brother isn’t a bad guy. You see, before, Y/n he has never been interested in anyone. That is why he was a priest. He never meant to intentionally hurt Y/n. He didn’t know what to say and was acting on sheer…”

Mindy nodded.

“I see. That is what Y/n said too. Even though she was hurt, she wouldn’t say anything too bad about you, Regulus. You should know that Y/n is a nice girl. I mean a really nice girl. She doesn’t deserve any games. She may be a model and showgirl but that doesn’t make her any less deserving for proper love.”

Sirius cut back in.

“Please remember You’re talking to someone who until a few days ago never had any interest in anyone.”

Mindy fought back a smile.

“Okay, look, I have a fashion show later tonight. I’ll give you one shot. If you blow this, you won’t get a second chance.”

Regulus’ snapped his head up as Mindy handed him a ticket.

“Be there by seven and bring her flowers. Daisy’s are her favorite, just an FYI.”

Mindy gave Regulus a small smile that told him he hadn’t exactly blown it.

“I won’t mess up again.”

Mindy nodded.

“I hope not.”

To be continued…

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: There is something so perfect about Merry in my head, I haven't been able to write another couple as utopian as them -Danny

Words: 2,310

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2010—2011

"That's not how dragons throw fires!" Emmeline squealed.

Harry looked up at the tree branch where his daughter was hanging and scowled. "Lin, I can't spit out fire, unless you want me to not talk ever again."

The toddler scrunched up her nose in the same way her mother used to when she was little. "Not that, daddy! I mean your head!"

Harry's confusion increased. "What do you mean?"

"Dragons don't raise their heads when they throw fire," Regulus walked out into the garden carrying James on one arm, the toddler was stuffing his face with biscuits. "They press to the ground, 'cause their targets are smaller than them."

It was the summer prior to Reg's fourth year at Hogwarts, and he was spending most of his free time at the Potter's house. He helped Mel and Harry with the kids when they were at work. Today, however, is Harry's thirtieth birthday.

Everyone had promised to pay a visit and celebrate together, but Mel was on the verge of getting her obscurial treatment project greenlit, so she was working even more than when she was researching for the werewolf cure, which leaves Reg and Harry to interact in a way they hadn't been able to in a long time.

"So I take your lessons with Hagrid are going well?" Harry grinned.

"They're my favourite! Apart from Charms, of course," Reg admitted, sneakily handing a biscuit to Emmeline as he approached her tree.

"Heard you're on your way to become the Captain of the duelling club," Harry raised a brow. "That's amazing, Mel is really proud of you."

"Yeah, mum is too. Says my dad was a good dueller."

"He was the best, he and my dad," Harry confirmed, then added quietly so Emmeline couldn't hear him. "Took advantage of it when they were younger, you know, in case that McLaggen kid tries to get the best of you."

Reg laughed. Whenever he did this, it kind of sounded like a bark. He had no way of knowing he inherited it from Sirius, but those who knew his father picked up on it as soon as they heard it.

"Dad!" Jamie swung his wooden sword around. "Matty and Lily woke up!"

They stayed silent for a second, the cries of Harry's younger children coming to them right away.

"Thank you, Jamie—Don't know how he does it, he's got super hearing," Harry chuckled, getting up from under the tree. "I'll go."

"No, no," Reg stopped him, putting James down and going back to the kitchen's entrance. "It's your birthday, let me do it."

"Looking after my kids isn't something I enjoy avoiding, you know?" Harry mused. 

"I know," the boy smirked. "But I rather deal with those two than the twins."

"Daddy, I'm stuck," Emmeline groaned in perfect timing, hanging upside down above her father's head. 

Mel fell on her bed groaning, absently rubbing her backside. "I'm starting to understand Fred a little, you know? Every family reunion we attend nowadays is packed with children..."

She rolled over and groaned again, so tired she couldn't bring herself to start changing into her night clothes.

"Am I allowed to ask how was work, or will you kill me if I bring it up tonight?" Harry teased her.

Mel glanced at him with the shadow of a smile. "You're a lost cause, Harry James Potter."

"Full name treatment?" He raised his brow. "What did I do?"

Mel pushed herself up to a sitting position. "Three whole decades and not a single one has been enjoyed at a proper pace, you just don't know how to relax, do you?"

"That's rich coming from you," he retorted, kicking off his shoes and crawling to her side.

"I'm a hard worker, that's different," Mel responded, kicking off her own shoes while he got closer. "I'd argue that I at least respect my birthdays."

"Mel, it's time you accept that my way of enjoying life is different from yours, that's all."

The woman eyed him sceptically. "Please, do elaborate."

"I don't enjoy my job, not exactly. I find it gratifying, that I catch dark wizards before they can do real damage, before they can ruin the world we built for our kids. Which brings me..." he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in. "To you."

"Me?"

"I know I ask you about work a lot," he continued happily. "But if I'm honest, I don't care about your job. You could be a stay-at-home parent and I would still ask about your day, 'cause it's my favourite part of our life together."

Mel frowned. "Really?"

"When we were twelve," he explained, casually helping Mel out of her robes. "I realized that life didn't feel right without your squeaky ramblings buzzing over my ear every day."

"Hey," Mel hit his chest, laughing. "Rude!"

"I'm going somewhere with this, let me finish!" He pressed, catching her wrist before she could push him away.

"Get on with it, then!"

"Well, then we started to spend more time apart, and when the bad times came... part of my comfort was knowing that I'd be the one who would die and not you, a life without your ramblings was a life not worth living."

Mel stared at him, her throat tightening against her will. "Harry..." she whispered. "Don't say that."

He kissed her palm. "I've always admired you for the way you handled everything. I saw it in your eyes that night, Mel, you had come to terms with it," he sighed. "I could never. I would've kept my promise 'til the last moments of the war, but not a moment after."

She spoke quietly, lovingly brushing his hair back. "You say that now 'cause you know you'll never have to do that, but just like you told me, you would've found someone else too."

Harry shook his head, pushing himself up and reaching for one of his shirts so Mel could change into it. "Like I'd be capable of forgetting that easily..."

"I wouldn't be forgetting..."

"My point is..." the man tossed the discarded clothes out of the bed and dressed his wife with gentle hands. "Hearing about your work it's a daily reminder that I'm living my dreams."

"Having a dull life was your dream?" Mel teased him.

"A life with you is never dull," Harry shrugged, then smirked. "Though I wouldn't hate it if you buy me a Quidditch team for Christmas."

"I'm sorry, sir, can you repeat that?"

"Mel, I never repeat myself, let alone when I know I've been heard," Mr Greengrass stated.

"If you wish to retire, I understand," she continued, still not able to breathe right. "But risking to sound rude, Mr Greengrass... Have you lost your mind?"

The man showed a big smile—the first one since she'd met him—and spoke in a bemused tone. "Miss Dumbledore, you are quite rude," he looked at her pointedly. "But only with yourself."

Mel sputtered out a reply and stopped, looking at him wide-eyed. "You just offered me your position in the Department of Mysteries, what am I supposed to do?"

The man looked away as if pondering her question. "Well, I'd start by moving the stuff from your desk to mine."

Mel laughed—with incredulity—and shook her head. "With all due respect, sir, there are Unspeakables here with more years of experience—"

"Other Unspeakables," he interrupted her, "lack your integrity, your intelligence, and your commitment to our cause. I've known, for twelve years now, that your heart is stronger than your magic, which is a good thing in our line of work. What we do here isn't just tinkering with ancient powers, and you..."

Mr Greengrass stood up and placed both hands on his desk, eyes shining.

"You care about making existence a beautiful experience for all kinds. You're the change the department so desperately needs."

Before Mel could argue, the old man raised a hand to stop her and brushed it off.

"Save it. I'm an old man, holding to my position any longer would rot the whole place. Better step out before I lose my good streak," he chuckled. "Do you know, out of all the good work I've done during my entire career, the one thing people bring out the most is your hiring?"

Mel laughed, feeling lots of gratitude. "I don't know what to say..."

"Say yes," he sighed, going back to his seat. "Some people might not like this, but no one with a good head on their shoulders would question your promotion, not after all you've done in the last decade."

"What about Erick Flint?" Mel questioned. "He's my equal in all the ways that matter. He ought to be considered for the spot too."

"Oh, he was," the man raised a brow. "Unfortunately for you, Mrs Dumbledore, he threatened to quit if I didn't choose you as my successor. But between you and I," he lowered his voice. "I know he's quitting anyway."

Mel smiled. Erick was planning to open a shop with Anne in Diagon Alley, but she thought that maybe he would reconsider if Mr Greengrass offered him his position. However, not even the chance to boss Mel around was enough to distract him from his own projects. 

Worse yet, now he'd be able to say he heroically rejected a job so Mel could get it, and he would definitely be insufferable about it for the rest of their lives.

Mel sat on her desk quietly, she could feel Erick's eyes on her, but she ignored him the whole time until their lunch hour.

"You're coming?" She asked, getting up from her chair.

Erick jumped out of his seat and hastily grabbed his stuff. "Yeah."

Mel conversed with him about everything except Mr Greengrass, and she was having a great time torturing him, seeing his expression get tenser the more she stalled. 

They found Ron, Hermione and Harry eating in the corner of their favourite cafeteria. Mel approached them and Erick followed, almost vibrating with expectation.

"Did you know Reggie won the duelling match last Tuesday?" She asked the whole group.

A stream of compliments and cheers came after that, from all except Erick, who loudly dragged his chair back and pushed his plate away. "Come on, Mel, spit it out!"

The group of friends stared at him in shock, but Mel started cackling.

"What's up with you two?" Ron frowned.

"Nothing, just Erick being his usual nosy self," Mel mused.

"I'm your best friend!" He argued.

"Oh, so that's what you want me to say?" Mel raised a brow, still laughing. "You want me to tell the others how generous you are, Prince? Like I don't know you weren't going to take the job in the first place!"

"Did you take it?" Erick asked eagerly.

"Two things," Ron intervened, lifting his fork and pointing it at Erick. "I'm Mel's best friend, you git. Second," he pointed his fork at Mel. "If you don't explain what's going on before the hour ends, I'll force-feed you veritaserum."

"Ron don't go around saying that!" Hermione scolded him. "What would people think if they heard an Auror threatening to misuse their resources?"

"They would think he's an idiot, trying to force-feed Mel Dumbledore anything," Harry responded with a grin. Then he turned his attention back to Mel and Erick. "So what's going on, then?"

"Mel got offered the position of Head of our department."

"What!"

"Are you joking?"

"What?" Harry looked at his wife in surprise. "And what did you say?"

Mel kicked Erick's leg under the table. "He's getting ahead of things! Mr Greengrass is retiring, yes, and he said he would like me to take his spot, but—"

Ron lifted his fork again, now with a carrot in it, to shut her up. "No buts! You're taking it!"

Mel was aghast. "I can't be the Head of the department!"

"So you could be Head Auror at nineteen but you can't be Head Unspeakable at thirty?" Erick taunted her. "I thought you'd grown out of being exasperating..."

"She takes breaks more often than before, but she hasn't quit it," Hermione joined his teasing. "Mel, this is silly, you deserve the position."

Mel fidgeted with her wand, sinking into her chair. "Being Head Auror was easy 'cause it wasn't so different from what I'd been doing back then... this is not the same."

"You'll get to review all projects, of each room in the Department of Mysteries," Erick counted. "Mel, this has been your dream since you were fifteen."

"But you're quitting this year," she frowns. "What if I discover that I hate the position? What if it turns out to be restraining, or I lose my mind a little like my uncle and—"

"You can change the rules, if they don't work there's no reason to keep them," Harry argued. "You told me that when I took your place. But after all you've been through, I doubt you'll be like Dumbledore, mostly 'cause you've learned from past mistakes, his and yours."

Mel heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair. "A higher rank means less free time, less chances to go out and enjoy the kids..."

"I'll keep an eye on you, we all will," Harry assured her. "If you overdo it, we'll let you know. As Head Auror I'll be in the same meetings as you, I'll see you more often this way, like old times, don't you miss that?"

"I see you every day at home, so not really."

Erick and Ron snorted and laughed. Harry pouted a little. "Sometimes I wonder if you married me out of pity."

"Give it a try, Mel," Hermione patted her hand encouragingly. "We'll be right here if it doesn't work."

"I can always employ you as my secretary if you get fired," Erick joked.

Mel glared at him in annoyance and flicked his nose. "You should quit already."

"Ouch!" He turned back to Harry while rubbing his nose. "You know, sometimes I wonder if she's my friend out of obligation, too."

"Well, anyway, I hope you take the job," Hermione concluded. "You deserve it, and we're all supportive—it's great news."

Harry looked at her trying to convey all the sincerity and love he was feeling. "Whatever comes out of it, we'll manage."

Mel only smiled in response, stealing a piece of chicken from Ron's plate.

"Oh, and just to clarify," Hermione added, looking at Erick and Ron. "I'm Mel's best friend."

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CHAPTER 2 - Whispering Woods

• I don’t own all the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Teen Wolf

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic. It will be uploaded in my ao3 account.

Summary: It's the first day back to school, and maybe the beginning of a series of unfortunate events for the trio of friends.

Word Count: 3.5K

The insistent sound of the alarm woke Wicca from her deep sleep. She felt as if she had barely closed her eyes.

She had had a nightmare, in which Regulus brought her a burnt hand from the forest, Sirius howled at her in despair, and began to transform into a massive creature, causing her to wake up in shock. She remembered that bad dream and blamed Stiles because of his insistence last night to go look for a body in the forest.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and shuffled towards her bathroom still without opening her eyes, she undressed and stepped into the shower. Regulus was still lying on the foot of her bed, but as she got up she ran out and down to the kitchen.

When her hair stopped dripping, she went back to her room and looked for what to wear. Without wasting too much time, she grabbed a pair of jeans, and matched them with a red short-sleeved white T-shirt. On top of that she put on a lumberjack shirt. After drying her hair and putting on some makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes and not look like a zombie, she took one last look at her reflection in the full-length mirror, and went downstairs.

Her father was sitting at the table, answering some emails on his laptop when she came downstairs. When he saw her, he closed the laptop and smiled warmly at her.

'Good morning, princess.' He greeted. 'I made chocolate hotcakes.' She smiled, they were her favorite since she was little.

Before serving herself breakfast, she walked past her dad, kissed him on the forehead and hugged him, letting her head rest on his shoulder for a few seconds. Breakfast was the only time of the day they had to share besides the few days off he had as surgeon and head physician at Memorial.

Sirius was lying under the table, waiting for a treat. Piotr slyly handed him a small piece of bacon.

'Did you sleep well?' He asked as she poured herself coffee. He got up and poured the hotcake preparation onto the pan, for her to eat them warm.

'Somewhat... I honestly don't think I slept at all.' She said, yawning. 'What do you want to eat today?' She asked as she sat down at the table. He shrugged his shoulders.

'I'll leave it up to you.'

'I could make homemade pasta...' She suggested, and he turned his head with a gluttonous smirk. Wicca laughed. 'Pasta it is then. I'll leave you the portion in a container so you can boil it when you get here.' He turned and set the plate of pancakes in front of her, he had made a smiley face on top, with the cream and some blueberries. She smiled. Even though she was sixteen, she was still his little girl, and she didn't care. They were the only family they had left.

After breakfast, she left the house and got into her car.

She played the radio until she found the one that was to her liking. When Stiles got in her car he always ended up changing the station. Wicca knew she could use Spotify, but that way she had the power to put her favorite song on repeat, and then she wouldn't find out about the new charts.

A couple of blocks away from her house, she pulled over to the curb, and waited a few seconds. The passenger door opened and a boy dropped into the seat.

'Hey, Wis...' he said by way of greeting, as he carefully closed the vehicle door.

'Hey, Zac' She replied with the same tone and a smile, and started the car again.

Since the beginning of school, Wicca had been driving Isaac to school, as he lived close to her house. At first, he had been reluctant to do so, insisting that he didn't want to be a bother. But seeing that the girl was unwilling to take a no for an answer, he had no choice but to accept.

***

September, 2009.

If Wicca had to choose a favorite season of the year, that would be this one. In the streets you could already see how the trees were beginning to prepare for their transformation. Little by little the leaves would begin to turn reddish and orange tones, announcing the arrival of autumn.

The warm breeze of the last days of summer caused the leaves to begin to fall on the sidewalks, creating multicolored paths of leaves, perfect for dragging one's feet and spreading them out.

The school year was just starting and Wicca was in her biology class, trying to concentrate on her lesson on plant cells, when she noticed a cut on the hand of Isaac Lahey, a classmate sitting near her. Noticing that she was watching, he hid his hand inside the cuff of his sweater and blushed slightly.

It was the first year of high school, and although she hadn't talked to Isaac much before, there was something about his taken-back appearance that caught her attention.

When class ended and the bell rang, Wicca took the opportunity to approach him.

'You should go to the nurse's office.' She commented, pointing to the cut on his hand. Isaac looked up, a little surprised that someone was addressing him, he was used to being invisible to his fellow classmates.

'It's not serious...' He replied cautiously. 'I didn't want to bother the nurse over something so small.' That had been the longest sentence she had ever heard him say, outside of answering questions to teachers.

Wicca frowned, clearly concerned. Without repairing to ask permission, she took his hand gently but firmly and led him into a nearby empty classroom, closing the door behind them.

Isaac looked surprised and somewhat awkward, but watched her curiously as she pulled a small first aid kit from her backpack.

'Sit here.' She indicated, pointing to one of the chairs. Isaac sat down, somewhat puzzled, but still let Wicca take care of it. She carefully cleaned the wound with disinfectant, applied antibiotic ointment and then covered the cut with a band-aid, while he watched her with fascinated curiosity.

'My dad's a doctor.' She explained as she worked, seeing that he was looking at her with a slight frown. As they exchanged glances, he quickly diverted his gaze. 'He taught me how to do this stuff.' Once she was done, she informed him. 'At least you don't need stitches.' Isaac nodded, impressed by her skill and determination.

'I told you it wasn't serious.' He said sheepishly when she finished. Wicca smiled slightly.

'No, it isn't. But it's best to make sure it doesn't get infected.'

As she put her things away, her gaze wandered and she noticed a bruise on Isaac's arm. Her face tightened, but Isaac quickly covered himself again with the sweater, trying to hide it. Wicca decided not to ask questions, and pretended not to have seen anything.

'Well, that's it.' She said, straightening up. 'I should go to the next class. I'm already running late.' Isaac looked at her, with a mixture of gratitude and shyness.

'Thank you, Wicca.'

'It's nothing, Isaac.' She replied with a smile. 'Take care of yourself, okay?'

As she left the room, Isaac watched her curiously, not understanding why she had helped him.

As time passed, Isaac and Wicca began to talk more often. Isaac developed a crush on her from that first day she healed his hand, and although he was shy, he always found an excuse to be near her. Wicca, for her part, unaware of the boy's feelings, was always willing to help him without asking any questions.

One afternoon, after school, Wicca found Isaac in the hallway by his locker, his head down. As she approached, he moved his arm and the long-sleeved shirt he wore lifted briefly. Wicca saw a very large bruise on his arm, as if someone had pressed it too hard.

'Isaac, come with me.' She said softly, leading him into the empty room they usually used.

Once there, she pulled out her first aid kit and began tending to the cut on his forehead. She worked silently, but couldn't get the image of the bruise out of her head. Finally, she decided she had to say something.

'Isaac, I've noticed that you've had more injuries than usual lately...' She commented cautiously, avoiding looking him directly in the eyes so as not to make him uncomfortable. 'I know you don't like to talk about it, and don't tell me they're injuries from falling on skateboards or something like that.... What's going on, is there anything I can do to help?'

Isaac hesitated, his hands shaking slightly. He wasn't sure how to express how he felt, or whether he should trust her with something so personal. But Wicca's understanding look and her willingness to always help him, no questions asked, convinced him.

'The situation in my house is not... pretty.' He said finally, his voice barely audible.

Wicca nodded, giving him space to continue if he wanted to, but without pressuring him. Seeing that she made no gesture, and said nothing either, he continued:

'Won't you say something like I should know how to defend myself or.... I don't know, that being a man these things shouldn't happen to me?' Isaac asked, looking at the floor.

Wicca stopped cleaning the wound for a moment and looked at him gently.

'Isaac, it doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, not everyone can defend themselves... None of us should have to go through something like this, but...' She continued tending to his wound with the same care and dedication as always. When she finished, she sat down across from him and looked him straight in the eyes. 'Isaac, if you ever need it, you can come to my house, you know. I'm not telling you it's permanent, but if you need a shelter until things calm down, my doors will be open, dad wouldn't mind.'

Isaac looked at her, surprised by her offer. Gratitude and excitement flashed in his eyes, but the words caught in his throat.

'Thank you, Wicca.' He managed to finally say. 'I'll keep that in mind.'

Things for Isaac unfortunately didn't change at home, but he found Wicca just enough help to endure it. Although she was best friends with Stiles and Scott, he noticed that she always found time for him when he needed it. Isaac had come to her house a couple of times and, when in his second year Wicca started volunteering at the hospital, he would visit her there.

One afternoon, after school, Isaac decided to go to the hospital to see her. She had a break between her rounds, and went up to the terrace, her favorite place to relax. When she found Isaac there, sitting on the edge of the roof, she almost had a heart attack as she misunderstood his intention. But Isaac calmed her down, assuring her that he didn't mean to hurt himself, he was just enjoying the view and the fresh air. He had brought hot chocolate and chip cookies.

That later became a tradition, and every Friday night, he would bring coffee or chocolate and donuts or cookies, to share with Wicca on the terrace of the Beacon Hills Memorial, and there they sat on the edge of the building, and it became a safe place for him.

***

Arriving at the school parking lot, he said goodbye to her, and waved briefly to Stiles as he passed him and walked directly into the school.

Stiles was waiting for Wicca beside his jeep. Wicca looked at her friend, who in turn was observing Isaac curiously. As if he wanted to decipher what he was really like. When Isaac had started talking to Wicca, the three of them had tried to include him in their activities, but something always came up, so realizing that he wasn't of interest to them, they stopped trying.

'Goodbye, Isaac.' He murmured, though he was clearly no longer there. Wicca let out a small laugh. 'He's... weird.' He commented, not wanting to sound rude.

'He's just... Isaac.' She shrugged. 'And you say that like you're the most normal person in Beacon Hills. Which reminds me... What happened last night?' She asked, willing not to divert the topic from what was important. Stiles' smile disappeared.

'Nothing...' She looked at him incredulously. 'Yeah, we went to the woods...'

'Stiles!' She scolded him, punching him in the arm. They started walking towards the school entrance so they could wait for Scott to arrive. 'What if something happened to you guys? Dad said they didn't find whoever killed that girl. What if he had still been there while you guys were there?'

The boy looked a little chagrined after thinking about it that way. He had not taken into account the dangers his impulse could cause. He rarely used to do it, anyway. That was why Stiles' mother had given them nicknames when they first started becoming friends: Mischief and Wisdom. While those nicknames had come from a play on words with their names, they represented them in their totality. Stiles being a hyperactive and mischievous child. Wicca being the bearer of knowledge and logic. And as Scott came into their lives, he received the nickname Scout, being adventurous and with an unwavering code of his ethics, always empathetic, and above all else, loyal.

'So what happened?' she asked anyway, unable to contain her curiosity. Stiles smiled and poked her in the ribs.

'Oh, so you're curious...' He commented playfully. 'Well... Nothing... We didn't get to see much. Dad came and... I lost Scott.'

'What do you mean you lost Scott?' She looked at him, stopping.

'Yeah... well... Dad showed up and I had to tell him I was alone so I wouldn't get him in trouble...'

'And you left him alone in the woods?' She asked, pulling out her cell phone to dial Scott. The cell phone rang a few feet away from them. When Wicca looked up, the boy was approaching them. 'Scott!' She said relieved, though when she was close enough she punched him in the arm. 'Can't you say no to Stiles?' He didn't answer.

'What happened last night? I didn't catch your message.' Stiles said.

'After you left?' He asked, squinting. 'Well not much... I just got attacked by an animal.' He commented. Wicca couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious.

'What do you mean, what animal?' she asked, frowning. 'Did it hurt you?' She asked looking at him, as if she could detect some wound underneath his clothes. Scott lifted up his shirt, revealing a wound covered with a bandage. Some blood could be seen through it.

'I was looking to get back when suddenly some scared deer ran out and knocked me down. As I was about to get up, I saw it. It was a wolf.' He reported.

'It couldn't have been a wolf...' Stiles replied.

'Well... I didn't see it because it was dark, but I heard a howling.'

'I don't know what it could have been, but it wasn't a wolf. There are no wolves in California...'

'Maybe a coyote? I've seen some sneaking through the woods... Have you disinfected yourself? Let me see.' Demanded the girl.

'No, it didn't sound like a coyote...' He paused briefly and continued. 'You think I don't know how to treat a wound? I work at a vet's, and mom's a nurse... I think I know the basics of first aid.' He grumbled, though he pulled up his t-shirt again anyway, and began to remove the gauze.

'I'd be doubtful too if you put your skills tending animals to those of tending humans first...' Stiles joked, bending down slightly so he could look at the wound as well.

When Scott uncovered the bandage, there was nothing there. Wicca looked at it for a few seconds in silence and went back to punching him. Stiles looked disappointed.

'You scared me!' she complained. 'I thought something had seriously happened to you!’

'But it was there...' Scott looked confused. 'I swear, it was a bite...'

'A bite that isn't there from a wolf that doesn't exist...' Stiles repeated, analyzing his words.

'I'm not lying! I swear to you.' He said with a frown. Wicca looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was silent for a moment as he looked at the place where the wound should be. 'But...'

'Did you hit your head when you were frightened by the deer?' she asked.

'Unless you imagined them too...' Stiles joked.

'Oh, wait... Is this the moment we confess to him that we're just a figment of his imagination?'

'Ha. Ha. Ha... So if you don't believe me that, you're not going to believe me that I found the body either.' He said mysteriously. Stiles looked ecstatic. Wicca was a little worried that he would find the finding of a dismembered body to be exciting.

'This must be the best thing that's happened to Beacon Hills since-' Something cut him off in mid-sentence, and as his friends followed his eyes, they came upon a girl who was about to enter the building. 'Since the birth of Lydia Martin.'

As she walked past them, she completely ignored the boy. Scott and Wicca hid a smirk as their friend looked at them.

'That one must be in the top ten... comparing her birth to finding half a corpse in the woods.' She said.

'My favorite is still when he told her that fact about the owls.'

'Two more tries and you'll get the first monosyllable from her.' Wicca cheered exaggeratedly, mocking Stiles' failed attempts at getting the blonde's attention. Scott and she high-fived.

Stiles looked at his friends with narrowed eyes, he was about to say something to them, opening and closing his mouth without finding the words. Then he turned away and started walking towards the school entrance, giving up.

Upon entering the facility, the three went their separate ways and entered their respective classes. While Scott and Stiles shared a class, Wicca went in a different direction.

Entering the chemistry classroom, she went to her usual seat, and placed her books on the desk. A girl sat on the bench next to her with a smile that reflected a mixture of friendliness with indifference together, as if she didn't want to show any real emotion.

At the beginning of the school year, they had been paired together by the teacher, and got the best grade in the class. Since then, Lydia had insisted on keeping that team for the rest of the year, saying that Wicca could help her with her grades. She had done it the same way she always got her way. Everyone wanted to owe her a favor.

When class began, Wicca found herself lost in thought with her eyes fixed on Lydia Martin. Lydia, the most popular girl in school, had an aura of confidence and beauty that seemed to come naturally to her. Her cherry blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her full lips always carried a hint of subtle gloss. At that moment I watched as Lydia participated in the discussion about the periodic table, though in a superficial and somewhat indifferent manner.

Although Lydia pretended to be uninterested in the class, Wicca had noticed how on occasions Lydia solved complex chemistry problems with ease, despite her nonchalant performance. She was smart, much smarter than she seemed to want others to believe.

As she watched Lydia take notes with casual elegance, Wicca struggled internally with mixed feelings. On one hand, she desperately searched for some fault in Lydia that would justify her discomfort or even a feeling of dislike, but each attempt proved fruitless. The only thing she could criticize was her eagerness to maintain her popularity and, perhaps, a certain superficiality in how she presented herself to others. Which, in turn, was not a bad thing. She wanted to look for a flaw in her perfection to logically justify her dislike.

She didn't want to hate someone by justifying herself with simple jealousy. Wiesława Wojcik considered herself mature enough to do so. For, although Lydia didn't even know Stiles existed, every time she saw her best friend gaze in the blonde's direction, mesmerized, she felt a knot in her stomach.

In that moment of introspection, Lydia noticed Wicca's intense gaze on her and, with a smile somewhere between awkward and friendly, she asked, 'What are you thinking about, Wies?’

Wicca smiled slightly, somewhere between uncomfortable and worried by the comment. Something really violent must have happened for them to find the body in half.

It could only be the work of some wild animal, or someone who was really messed up in the head.

As the bell rang announcing the end of first period, she looked around for her friends and found them, who were talking to Harley, a fellow classmate, by their lockers.

'Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?'

'Because she's hot' Stiles said as if it was the most logical thing in the world. 'Beautiful people herd together.' Wicca smacked the back of his head and he rubbed it.

'What's left for me if I get along with you, then?' She complained, pretending to be hurt.

'You are the exception that proves the rule.' He said, trying to fix it. 'You're too cool to be popular.' Wicca rolled her eyes and ignored the comment.

'I didn't know there was someone new, I didn't run into her in class.' She admitted, slyly glancing at the new girl they were referring to, who was talking to Lydia and Jackson.

'I think she's from San Francisco, but her family was from here.' Harley reported, lowering her voice. Wicca thought it must be hard trying to fit in at school by showing up in the middle of the school year. She felt a little sorry for her.

When Harley left, she turned to the two boys. 'So...ready for tryouts?' she asked wanting to change the subject. Stiles looked at her with a shrug.

'Scott thinks he'll get it this time and be a headliner.'

'Maybe he'll make it because of the wolf bite' She joked trying to prod Scott. Stiles let out a laugh, but Scott still seemed to be keeping an eye on the new girl. Her friend snapped her fingers in front of his face. 'Hey, Earth calling McCall...' she muttered, snapping him out of his trance. He looked confused.

'Yeah, what happened?' Stiles pointed to his chin looking at his friend.

'You've got something...'

'Yeah, it's leaking out of your...' the girl agreed.

'What?' Scott asked, raising a hand to his face, concerned.

'The drool.' She explained teasingly. 'Be careful on the floor, Stiles, don't slip.' She said, as she stood in between the two of them and dragged them both to the locker room. She then walked over to the bleachers to watch the practice along with a small group of students.

A few hours later, there were the three of them walking through the woods. Scott wanted to test them about his adventure the night before, show them where the body was and retrieve his inhaler. His friends followed him, still skeptical.

'I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.' Scott commented on his new skills in the practice with which he impressed everyone, as the three of them walked through the woods. It was still daylight, and the leaves and twigs under their feet crunched as they stepped on them.

Wicca trailed behind the boys, hands in the pockets of her jacket, trying to keep her balance as she stepped over the larger fallen branches.

'Smell things? Like what?'

'Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.'

'I don't even have any mint mojito...' Stiles said, as he reached into his pockets and found the gum Scott was referring to.

Wicca let out a sound of concern, and he turned to look at her.

'What if this is all related to the bite you got last night?'

'Now do you believe me?' He asked somewhat puzzled. She looked at Stiles and he understood where the conversation was going as if he had read her mind. He gave her a knowing smile that Scott didn't manage to see.

'Well... I mean. It makes sense now... You were bitten by a wolf, the wound is gone and you have more agility than before. Hearing and smelling things…’

'Yes, he must be infected by now.'

'Infected?' Scott asked, visibly concerned. The three of them stopped walking for a moment. 'Infected with what?'

'Don't worry... Dad has some big chains in his garage. We'll find a safe place and we'll keep you tied up until the danger has passed.' She explained in a mocking tone. Scott now looked at her in confusion. 'It's only a couple of days until the full moon.' Stiles and Wicca broke into a howl in unison. Scott now got the joke and nudged them both, stepping forward.

'Hey, you were the one who talked about the wolf in the woods... If you see us in shop class melting silver bullets just in case, don't be surprised. We'll be fast and you won't feel a thing.' Stiles joked.

Scott stopped again and started searching the ground, ignoring them.

'It should be around here... I'm sure of it.'

'Maybe the killer took him.'

'Or was the werewolf...' Wicca murmured.

They watched him silently, as he sifted through the dry leaves beneath their feet. Wicca heard a noise and looked up. She elbowed Stiles as she saw a person in front of them.

It was a boy in his twenties, athletically built and muscular. His hair was black in color and messy. He had a beard of a couple of days, which together with his serious and intense look gave him an air of mystery and rudeness.

'What are you doing here?' he asked. None of the three knew how to answer, so his tone became more brusque as he continued. 'This is private property.'

'Uh, sorry man, we didn't know.'

'Sorry. We're not looking for trouble, we were just looking for our friend's inhaler.' She interjected, but the other boy's attention seemed only focused on Scott. The latter returned his gaze, flustered. The stranger reached into his pocket and Wicca took a step back, instinctively. He threw something small at Scott and he caught it with no trouble. It was his inhaler.

The leather-jacketed boy turned his gaze once more to Scott, as if unaware of the other two, and turned away, quietly disappearing the same way he had appeared.

'That was... something.' Wicca muttered.

'That was Derek Hale.'

'You mean the Hales from the fire?' the girl asked, looking over to where Derek had vanished. Scott didn't seem to know who they were referring to.

'Fire? What fire?'

'I'm surprised at how oblivious you are... The Hale's, almost all of them died in a fire a few years ago. We were like... what, eleven years old?'

'Yeah something like that...'

'I wonder what he's doing around here again.'

The landscape evoked a sense of almost palpable mystery. Tall trees filtered the sunlight in beams that intertwined on the leaf-covered ground. In its quietness, whispers and ancient undiscovered secrets seemed to echo.

Wicca again curiously surveyed the forest. After a few seconds, she turned and followed her friends out of the forest.

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Heyyy!!! Okay so I kinda took a bit of a turn in the opposite direction (same ending just different major plot point) with ttwns cause I like what I have now a lot better. It left me with this deleted scene and I didn’t want to put it to waste so here it is. :)

I’m gonna put it below the cut cause it’s 644 words.

CW: alcohol

Its not even half past three in the morning when James’ phone starts violently dinging. Notifications going off like crazy. 

He’s in the middle of tying his shoes, the music thats blaring through his AirPods getting interrupted by the constant flow of alerts. It’s odd to have his phone be this active this time in the morning. If he’s being honest its a bit concerning. Nobody else he knows is typically up at this hour. The only reason he is even awake is due to of his inability to sleep.

Reaching at for his phone thats been placed haphazardly on his kitchen counter as it starts to ring. He immediately recognizes the ringtone, one that he had set just for this specific person. The sound of it forcing memories up that he told himself he would suppress. It no use though. Its not like he wants to forget, even if its better for him. 

His finger hovers over the answer button, hand trembling slightly. Nervous with the anticipation of what could come next.

Regulus’ loud surroundings are immediately audible. Sounds of heavy bass and screaming people flood through the phone speaker.

“JaAmiEe,” Regulus slurs. “You answered!”  

The sound of the voice immediately goes to his head, filling him with warmth. The warmth immediately being dampened by concern. “Regulus?” He starts to answer but the other man cuts him off.

“I-I didn’t think you would answer. Why’d you answer? Did you miss me?” The other boy shouts in the phone, almost whispering thee last part though. “Come and get me?” He asks, his voice dripping sweet with the unknown amount of liquor he’s consumed. 

“Regulus where even are you?” James asks, struggling to keep his voice calm. Its threatening to waver, let out a sob even. 

“So does that mean you come and get me?” Regulus shouts again.

The way James it looking at it he doesn’t see another option, he could call Sirius or even Peter or Remus, or maybe one of Regulus’ friends if their not already with him. But if he’s being honest he doesn’t really want to do that. 

Sighing James responds, “Yes Regulus, I’ll come get you, send your location.” 

Regulus lets out a sound that can only be described as a high pitched squeal as he presumably sends James his location. 

When James receives the text he lets out an exasperated sigh. Just great he as a club they used to frequent together; The Leaky Cauldron. 

James does end up running that night, only to a random club instead of around his neighborhood.

Arriving at the entrance he looks around, finding Regulus sitting at against the wall phone in hand. 

Sucking a breath in James takes a step towards him. 

“Regulus?” He says. 

“Jaaames!” The other boy beams back, immediately craning his neck upwards to look at him. 

Helping the boy to his feet they start the grueling journey to Regulus’ apartment. 

Regulus leans a majority of his body weight onto James, resting his head on James’ shoulder. 

“This isn’t the way home,” Regulus speaks up after a they round the corner away from the club entrance. “That is,” he says pointing in the general direction of the way to James’ apartment. 

“Regulus, unless you moved yes it is.” 

“No I want to go home, to your home!” He wines, nestling deeper into James’ shoulder, hair now directly under James’ nose.

And as much as it pains James to say these words he does, “Regulus thats not your home.” Voice cracking a bit as he speaks. 

“Oh,” Regulus whispers. “I wish it still was,” he mumbles, muffled my James’ shoulder. 

The rest of the walk to Regulus’ apartment is relatively silent. It isn’t a long walk, not even a mile but about two thirds of the way there James ends up carrying Regulus the rest of the way. 

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How I imagine the cooking of these characters would be:

Lily can't cook to save her life. She could find the cure for Alzheimer's, but make a soup? Most likely she would create a new disease in the process. But hey, she has immaculate knowledge of the best places to eat and an incredible instinct for finding them.

Regulus is fucking Gordon Ramsay, you get into the kitchen and you walk out with no self-esteem. Unless you are an elf or a child, then he is the nicest person you will ever meet. Once Barty tried to cook with Regulus and Evan had to get him out of there before Regulus could start insulting him in Russian for mistaking parsley for coriander. He ran out of ways to say imbecile in English and French.

Fun fact: he prefers to cook desserts.

Mary is the only person Regulus can cook with, Mary clearly knows what she's doing and more importantly she knows the difference between capeado and battered. Curiously, she learned to cook instinctively, so she sometimes does weird things but they always work.

Sirius can cook, and that's all. It is not the eighth wonder but it is not a crime against humanity either.

For some reason Remus only knows how to make different variations of eggs: scrambled, crashed, poached, hard boiled.

James knows how to cook and he does it quite well, he learned from Monty and Effie but it's not really something he enjoys because he has to concentrate a lot not to forget a step, but if asked he makes a very good risotto.

Speaking of Effie and Monty. Effie makes the most amazing cakes and cookies in the world, that woman could win the British Bake Off without trying. Monty is the one in charge of the food, the heavy dishes and especially the spicy dishes. Curiously, Effie doesn't really like sweets but she does like spicy and Monty doesn't like spicy but he likes sweets, so what they cook they do with each other in mind.

Peter can make every English dish known to man and that's amazing and terrifying at the same time. He is also very good with Mexican food.

Anything Barty does always lacks salt.

On the other hand, whatever Evan does is always over-salted.

Dorcas makes the best desserts. You just have to tell her one and she will figure out how to do it and improve it in the process.

Marlene learned to cook from Mary and is basically her kitchen assistant. She's scared of fire though.

Pandora is like that Tiktok chef who has his show on Netflix and does everything with chocolate. The first time she ate her pencil in the middle of class Evan nearly had a meltdown and Barty cast a spell on her to make her vomit. She's Remus favorite for obvious reasons.

Frank doesn't know how to cook and no matter how hard he tries he always ends up melting a pan.

Alice is an expert in making seafood and she also banned Frank from the kitchen permanently.

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Loyalty’s | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Potter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

The house was quiet. That was rare, especially after Fleamont and Euphemia took in Sirius Black. James and Sirius were like brothers, always causing mischief inside the manor while the younger Potter kept to herself more. Y/n Potter was only a year younger than James but was just as loved. Sirius Black became her brother just as much as James was, along with the other two Marauders. Unbeknownst to her brother - brothers if you will - she had been dating someone since her fifth year.

Y/n was in her seventh year while James and Sirius had graduated. James had already married Lily, and the war was raging on. Y/n was home for winter break. The Potter residence was to its fullest capacity. Remus and Sirius staying in the guest bedrooms. Y/n staying in her bedroom. James and Lily in James’ room. Fleamont and Euphemia had their master bedroom as well. It was dark outside, and all the young adults were in bed when a knock echoed on the door.

Fleamont held his wand tightly in his right hand as he approached the door. Euphemia was present at St. Mungo's for the night, and Fleamont was waiting for her to return home, but she never knocked. Hesitantly he made his way to the door and flung it open. Instantly Fleamonts wand made its presence known on the male's neck. The male had wavy black hair, grey-blue eyes, and sharp features. Resembling Sirius Black almost perfectly. The man gulped at the wand placed pointed at his throat.

“Sirius! James!”

Footsteps, “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

“ What’s up, dad?”

Both young adults focused on the man at the door, “No….” Sirius whimpered.

“What are you doing here!” Sirius yelled in distress, “Security question, Sirius.” Fleamont scolded.

“Where was my favorite place to hide when we were kids?” Sirius questioned, “Under Uncle Alphard’s cherry blossom tree.” He replied.

Fleamont didn’t back down, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t come here to see Sirius.” The man stated, “I came to see Y/n.”

James and Fleamont tensed, “What do you want with my daughter?” Fleamonts voice was stern and rigid.

“I-“ He swallowed, “I need to speak with her, please.”

“Regulus… You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sirius commented, “Please, Mr. Potter.” Regulus begged.

“James-“ Fleamont ordered, and James stood tall, “Go get your sister.”

He didn’t need any further instruction and woke his sister up, bringing her downstairs. There Y/n saw her father's wand to his neck. Before throwing her arms around him, she needed a security question. The pleading look in Regulus’ eyes broke her heart to pieces, but a war was going on.

Y/n’s heart raced, and her palms felt sweaty, but this was a question only he’d genuinely know, “When- When did we start dating?”

“November 16, 1976.”

“Reggie!” Y/n whimpered, throwing her arms around him.

Regulus held her back with the same amount of pressure. Holding her tight to his chest and never wanting to let go. The smell of her shampoo resonated in his nose and the faint breathing from her nose rested on the crook of his neck—a feeling he never wanted to lose. The world seemed to have stopped at that moment. Christmas break had been hell for Regulus so far, but now he felt hopeful.

But people were watching, and James snatched Y/n back, “Dating?! Are you bloody crazy?!”

“James-“ Fleamont began but was hastily cut off, “No, dad! She’s insane! Regulus is one of them! He’s a bloody death eater!” James exclaimed.

Sirius snapped, “He’s still my brother, ya’ know. If he’s here, then he’s defying mother’s orders. Let him talk.”

“C’mon. Everyone in the kitchen.”

The table was relatively large. It could seat eight. Fleamont took his usual seat at the end of the table. James sat on his left and Sirius on James’ left. Regulus sat in front of James and Y/n in front of Sirius. Regulus couldn’t face his brother at the minute because Sirius’ proud eyes were going to turn into disappointment soon enough.

Regulus held Y/n’s right hand tightly, “Lift your sleeve.” Fleamont ordered.

The younger Black brother obeyed; there it was; on his left forearm, “So it’s true. You obey the Dark Lord.” Fleamont commented.

“Dad please-“ Y/n began.

“No.”

Heads turned, “No?”

“No. I bare the mark, but I don’t obey.” Regulus stated coldly, “My loyalty’s lie with Y/n. She’s told me about the order, and I want to be your spy.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, “You told him! Y/n!”

“James, come off it!” Y/n scoffed.

“You want to be a spy for the order?” Sirius repeated, and Regulus nodded, retaking Y/n’s hand, “Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you all. Something I’ve found out.”

They leaned in, intrigued, “The Dark Lord has horcruxs. He’s split his soul into multiple different parts. I know where one of them is.” Regulus informed.

“How did you find this out?” Sirius inclined, “I told you, my loyalty’s lie with my girlfriend - you know, the girl I plan to marry - I’m a spy. Not a pawn.” Regulus countered.

James coughed, “You are not marrying my sister.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t your call.” Y/n retorted, crossing her arms, “Cut it out both of you.” Fleamont scolded.

“We’ll have to come back to you on whether or not you can join. However, you can stay with Y/n in her bedroom for the time being.” Fleamont informed, and James gawked, “Absolutely not! Sirius and Regulus can share. I don’t want him near her.”

Fleamont turned his head slowly towards his son, “James Fleamont Potter-“ He began in a low tone making James stiffen, “Y/n and Regulus will share a room. If he is stupid enough to try something while in my house, then I’ll be damned.”

“Remus, Sirius, and you will only be a room away. Hopefully-“ Mr. Potter turned to Regulus, “He knows better than to try something.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’d never purposely put Y/n in any way of danger. That’s why she didn’t know about the horcruxs.” Regulus stated, and Fleamont looked pleased, “We’ll work on it. Now, all of you, back to bed.”

When the four of them reached the hallway upstairs, James grabbed Regulus' collar, “We need to have a talk.”

Without another word, Sirius, Regulus, and James stepped into Sirius’ bedroom, knowing Lily was asleep. Hopefully, Remus was too. Y/n gave an audible sigh and walked into her bedroom. She was slightly organizing it and grabbing clothes that she had stolen from Regulus back at Hogwarts. Thankfully she made out. Y/n had one of Regulus’ hoodies and pair of sweatpants. Twenty minutes later, Regulus walked into the room.

“Um- I- Here.” Y/n stuttered, handing him the clothes, and he quietly changed, “I’m sorry about James.”

“No need for you to be sorry, love.” Regulus replied as he slipped on the sweatpants, “I know he’s protective. I’ve also got the mark.”

Y/n stood up and embraced him tightly, “That mark doesn’t make you a monster.”

“It makes me feel like one.”

“I know, but-“ Y/n pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes, “Did you mean what you said out there?”

“Mean what, my love?”

“That your loyalty’s lie with me?”

Regulus smiled, “Of course, I did.”

The following days went by quietly. Regulus wouldn’t speak about the confrontation with James, but Y/n didn’t mind. But she didn’t miss the glares James sent his way every time he’d get close. Strangely enough, Remus was the most protective over her. Euphemia had been hospitable in his stay, providing for him as she did Sirius. It wasn’t until Christmas Day when Regulus got the news.

They all sat together in the sitting room, “You’re approved.” Fleamont stated.

“Pardon?”

“You can be our spy. Dumbledore believes the information you’ve given us is worthy of trust.”

Sirius could’ve cried out of joy, “Oh, Reggie.”

Both boys hugged for the first time since they were kids. James smiled fondly at them. Happy for Sirius that he got his little brother back. The boys sat beside each other. Sirius had his usual Sirius-like smirk placed upon his face. The same smirk he had before he made a joke.

“Seems like all it took was the Potter charm.” Sirius nudged Regulus’ elbow, making him blush, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, for letting him stay. It means a lot to me.”

“You know Mum, always taking in strays.” James teased, “James Potter!” Euphemia scolded with a bright grin.

Y/n shrugged, “He’s not wrong.”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry!”

“There’s an envelope under the tree for you, Regulus dear.” Euphemia commented before leaving into the kitchen, and Regulus stiffened, “It’s a present, not a howler.” Fleamont added, making him relax.

Regulus’ fingers reached for the green-colored envelope. Inside laid a paper in both James and Fleamonts handwriting. The paper inside made him gleeful. It was possible the best Christmas gift he could’ve ever received, and Regulus was a spoiled baby at the Black manor.

“You have my permission to marry my daughter.” -F.P

“Take care of my sister, or I’ll have your head!” -J.P

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(my submission for sirius and harry saturday-sunday except make it sirius-james-regulus-remus and harry saturday sunday because harry deserved four dads and deserved wild family game nights)

"It's just charades, Harry," Cedric laughed easily, taking off his shoes at the front door of the Black-Potter-Lupin household, as Harry worried holes in the floorboards, "I assure you, I'll be just fine. I know how to play."

"I'm sure you do," Harry told him, "It just...gets a little intense, and if you want to leave now and pretend you're deathly ill, I would understand."

"I've met them all before, and I understand a competitive spirit," Cedric assured him, reaching for Harrys hand and giving it a squeeze, "It'll be fine."

"Mhmm. Okay. Can I get that in writing?" Harry asked as they walked down the hallway together, the noise from the sitting room already a decibel too loud for what was a simple game of charades that had not even begun. Harry cleared his throat loudly, hoping to draw attention to the fact that there was a guest in the house, and get all four of his fathers to settle down and be polite, the way Harry had been told countless times growing up, but it was all in vain. Remus was halfway through his second glass of wine, Regulus and Sirius were already in a disagreement over the categories allowed for the game, French swears becoming commas, and James had just finished passing out color-coded sweatbands.

"Oh perfect timing!" his Dad said, tossing Harry a red sweatband and a blue sweatband, "Harry, you're red with Regulus, Cedric you're blue, you'll be with Remus--"

"Dad, how about I'm on the same team as my--" Harry started but was cut off by Remus.

"No! We're not switching the teams up, again," Remus said, "This was the fourth combination we came up with and we're not--"

"I told you he should be with Cedric," Regulus started, "So how about I'm with my husband and you're with--"

"No!" Sirius and James interrupted at the same time.

"We're paired together, we're not switching things up just--"

Harry cleared his throat again, ignoring the obvious flush on his cheeks as he tried not to lose it in front of his boyfriend and finally was on the other side of the equation of how truly, embarrassing it was when your family didn't acknowledge anyone in the room, or exchange pleasantries. Harry made a mental note to apologize for ever being rude in front of company while pulling out his Quidditch goggles from his pocket and taking off his glasses, "Okay, fine, teams, whatever, can we at least say hello to my guest before we--"

"Hello, Cedric--"

"Nice to see you again so soon--"

"Can we get you something to drink before we start--"

"So happy to have you here," Sirius said, "Now, can we get started? We are officially," Sirius looked at the clock on the mantle, "two minutes behind schedule, for each time to have the same alotted turns and--"

Remus gasped, "Oh no! Two minutes?!"

Harry turned towards Cedric, who had put the blue sweatband over his chocolate brown curls, trying not to blush even further at how ridiculously cute he was, "It's not too late to change your mind," Harry muttered.

Cedric just laughed, separating from Harry's hand to go sit on the couch next to Remus, "Afraid you'll lose? Game on, Potter."

--

The night ended as it always did.

Harry's shirt had somehow gotten ripped.

James looked like he had just survived a tornado, which might as well have been the case having to break up a brawl between Regulus and Sirius, icing his eye with a clothed charmed to stay cold. There was a bowl of popcorn involved, the snack littered across the floor, and Remus had long since gone to the kitchen to continue drinking, gesturing for Cedric to come with him, forfeiting the game entirely, which only added to the aggravation from the four others determined to win. Harry vaguely remembered shouting at his Father, IT'S A BLOODY MUGGLE FILM, WE'VE WATCHED IT ABOUT 80 TIMES, and losing any semblance of cool the moment Sirius docked points for talking. He didn't remember what had started the argument between Sirius and his brother, only that his Father threw the first not-so-playful elbow after a not-so-playful-verbal-jab from Sirius, and the two of them ended up on the floor, shouting in three different languages. Harry could still hear them outside.

"What a great game, huh?" his Dad said, nudging Harry where they sat on the couch.

"You have a black eye."

"Great games have great stories."

"My boyfriend is drinking with Da right now..."

"That's a great time too. Is he of age?"

Harry pinned his Dad with a look, "I don't think nows the time to talk about rule-breaking when there were two notices sent here for underage magic tonight..."

Harry had definitely lost his cool.

"Well, we know a few good lawyers," he shrugged, and Harry groaned, already anticipating the conversation he would have to have with his Papa and Sirius the next morning, and which one of them was going to handle the ministry, "Not worried."

"I'm worried he'll break up with me. We're insane. Why? Why can't we just be normal and play games like a normal family--"

His Dad laughed, "Where's the fun in that? Besides, I think Cedric had a good time."

"Papa called him an arse-licker."

Cedric and Remus against all odds had made a great team, shooting above Harry and his Father, adding fire to hot-hot-tempers.

"Harry James, language please."

"I don't exactly have good role models right now!"

His Dad laughed, and stood up off the couch, extending his hand to Harry and pulling him up before draping his arm around his shoulder. They walked into the kitchen where Cedric and the rest of his Dads were now sitting. Sirius had a scratch on his cheek, and his Papa was using the ice in his glass on his lower lip.

Cedric smiled though, and patted the chair next to his for Harry to sit down in.

"Good game, gentlemen," Remus muttered, raising his glass, "A toast to surviving another game night without a trip to St. Mungos."

"Has that happened before?" Cedric asked quietly, as pleasant conversation resumed, fist-fights and shouting matches and spilled snacks forgotten.

"Last month it was me," Harry confessed, "Fancy backing out now?"

"Never."

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snakes & bets | part 6.

Summary: Social outcast suddenly makes friends? And those friends are Hogwarts’ most notorious pranksters? Despite being entirely suspicious, Y/N doesn’t question any motives. The world can’t possibly come crashing down around her…

Warnings: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first.

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Sirius Black x black!reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Regulus wasn’t your replacement as far as the marauders were concerned. He was Sirius’ little brother and they were glad to have him around and away from Death Eaters but it wasn’t the same. They were so used to having you around. They were used to finding spools of thread littered around their place. They also realized that they didn’t know that much about you.

If they ever got a chance again, they promised that they would pay attention to what you were interested in. That depended entirely on you giving them a chance. You said you obliviated yourself. What they did was so awful that you wanted to forget entirely. The marauders were used to their pranks being funny.

They were used to laughing at the jokes that other people did. None of them were ever malicious. Even the meaner ones were thrown right back in their face. They jinxed Severus, he came up with the Levicorpus as a counter. He called them arrogant so they called him Snivellus. Everyone dished out jokes and took them all the same. Your situation wasn’t the same.

They had to accept the fact that they humiliated you. You were isolated and then turned into a joke. You never threw a jinx at anyone. You never had any friends to playfully insult. Nothing was reciprocal. There was nothing funny about what they did.

Winter break didn’t have the same relaxation and happiness that it usually did. The boys walked downstairs to get started on breakfast with heavy footsteps. Like your letter said, an owl knocked on the kitchen window to deliver the wolfsbane potion for Remus. It didn’t even matter if it didn’t work. The fact that you still did something for them made them feel miserable.

“Oh, those jumpers are lovely,” Mrs. Potter said as she and her husband came into the kitchen.

“A girl in our year made them for us,” Remus responded with less enthusiasm.

“Okay.” Mr. Potter eyed them. “Why the long faces?”

The boys all sighed. Regulus and Peter just pushed their drinks away from them. James ran his hands through his hair. He looked at his parents, biting his lips in nervousness.

“We really messed up.”

To say the Potters were livid was an understatement. Once James started to talk, all the boys spilled everything. Showing James’ parents the letter you wrote confirmed that it wasn’t a twisted joke they were pulling on them early in the morning. The five of them didn’t argue when they weren’t allowed to leave the house. James and Sirius didn’t put up a fight when the Potters started returning any Christmas presents bought. They wrote to McGonagall that they didn’t care what your letter said, if she only punished their son then at least one person would get what they deserved.  

Your trunk was full on the train ride back to Hogwarts. You actually came back with two trunks instead of one. A house elf had randomly delivered a bracelet for you and then an owl showed up on Christmas day with a trunk full of crafting supplies and preserved flowers. None of your cousins would own up to buying you the presents even though you knew that they had to be the ones who did it.

Christmas with the Zabinis was the best time of year. Your dad’s muggle side of the family went to the large Zabini Manor that your grandparents owned. Everyone came in. Despite there being enough rooms, you and your cousins all piled into one or two rooms.

At first, you were the talk of the town. A Zabini-Black union was new and exciting. Everyone dropped it when you seemed to have no idea what they were talking about. Your grandfather laughed, telling everyone to give your relationship some privacy until you were ready. He just winked when you insisted that you hadn’t held more than one conversation with the boy.

Well, whatever delusion your grandfather seemed to have resulted in you getting another dress for the Valentine’s Day Dance. The garment was packed delicately in your trunk. It would be the first dance you ever went to. You weren’t planning on going but your letter told you to do so. It said to dance to your heart’s content and have a good night. You were also to go straight to your room. Nowhere else but your room. If anyone invited you to an afterparty, you were supposed to say no. You thought that old you sounded a bit like an overbearing mother with that last instruction but you were going to listen. You reached into your trunk to grab some money for the snack trolley.

“Can I have the sour worms and a pumpkin pasty?”

“Give me a minute on the pumpkin pasty, need to warm it up, dear,” the trolley lady said to you.

You nodded and took the worms while you waited. You took out a sour worm and stuck half of it in your mouth to suck off the sour. That was how you ate them. It was too sour to stick in your mouth all at once so you sucked it off of one side and then flipped the candy around to suck off the other before eating the entire thing.

Regulus suddenly moved from the line, making his brother look at him strangely. Regulus just pushed Sirius in front of him. The marauder stopped when he looked forward to see you putting your money back into your little coin purse. You had half a sour worm hanging out of your mouth. He noticed your outfit. The sweater looked handmade and your jeans had all sorts of thread patterns that he knew you added.

You never dressed like this when they went to Hogsmeade. You had a lot of daisies in your hair but not in a crown. They were placed sporadically. In the past, he probably would have made fun of you along with everyone else. Now, Sirius saw how beautiful your style made you. It was authentic and kind of hot if he was being honest. You looked cute. He thought you were absolutely adorable but the concept of being you, the confidence, was what he found hot.

He held up a hand to wave to you. The trolley lady gave you your warm pumpkin pasty. Because you had the worm in your mouth, you just gave the lady a smile and walked off without even noticing Sirius.

He watched you eat dinner alone in the Great Hall. You didn’t look around like you used to, trying to plead with someone to sit next to you. You just looked at your food and ate. The marauders watched you gulp down your pumpkin juice and get up.

They couldn’t hear what some Slytherins were asking you but judging by their frowns and you shaking your head, you just turned down something that would have won them a task on the betting list. That was the first thing they had to do, get rid of the betting list. The marauders were going to give up all their winnings to get people to stop. It would have given everyone their money back and then some probably.

Marlene called your name, making you stop to look at their table. You were in uniform now but still had the daisies in your hair. You switched into your glasses.  

“We’re not going to Ravenclaw’s party tonight. Sleepover in our room?”

They watched a comical frown appear on your face. “No.”

You said it with more authority than they ever heard come from you that it almost took them by surprise. You wrapped your cardigan around you, hugging yourself as you left the Great Hall. Sirius made a motion to stand up but thought better of it. He hadn’t done anything yet that would warrant him trying to apologize again. That was going to change tonight. He and the other boys were shutting down that bet tonight no matter what.

Getting rid of the bet before classes even started was the one thing that made the marauders feel better. It wasn’t really doing right by you considering it shouldn’t have been done in the first place. But, at least it was gone. They watched you take your seat at the front table near the window in Transfiguration. Sirius moved to go sit next to you when McGonagall stood in his way.

“Back to your seat, Mr. Black. I have a lecture to start.”

“Yeah, Min— Professor. I was just about to.”

“I believe you always sit with Mr. Pettigrew, don’t you?”

“I just wanted to switch it up.”

“Well, you’d be sitting alone.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. How would he be sitting without a partner when you were at the table? McGonagall just turned her face to look at the door. All the seventh year Gryffindor and Slytherins along with the sixth and seventh year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were ushered into the classroom by their professors. McGonagall called out for them to find seats either in a free chair or on the floor while the other professors left. You looked up when she called your name.

“Cornish pixies have gotten loose on the seventh floor, Hagrid says you have a way with them. Would you go assist him in collecting them? I’ll inform you of what you missed.”

“Of course, Professor.”

Sirius gave you puppy dog eyes as you walked out of the classroom to go help Hagrid with the cornish pixies that he and McGonagall purposely set free on the seventh floor. The raven-haired boy retreated to his original seat next to Peter.

At first, all the students were wondering what they were being called in for. The last time that happened was fourth year when they were allowed to start going to the Yule Ball in addition to the other dances and had to be informed. As you left it became fairly obvious what they had been called in for. The students hung their heads in shame as McGonagall scolded all of them on their behavior.

“Now, your classmate requested that I not punish you. Your other professors and I don’t agree. Because of your fellow student’s kindness, I won’t ban you all from Hogsmeade. But we want three feet of parchment from you about the wrongdoings of your actions before you even think of setting foot in Hogsmeade this weekend. And every single one of you has detention until we feel you’ve learned respect. Yes, Mr. Mulciber?”

“Are we serving them all here?”

“Oh, no, you aren’t sitting in classrooms for detention. The house elves will no longer do your chores. You will clean every inch of this castle, do your own laundry, wash your dishes. The Head of Houses have your cleaning groups and schedules. Please find them to receive your assignments. Keep track of your schedule. Failure to hand in your parchment or report to cleanings will result in Hogsmeade bans, removal from quidditch teams and clubs, and suspension with letters to your parents. Am I clear? Good, you’re dismissed.”

The Gryffindor students stayed since McGonagall was their Head of House. The marauders knew that Mr. and Mrs. Potter were probably the reason that everyone got punished— not that they were against it. It didn’t feel like punishment. There wasn’t anything unfair about what they were being asked to do. They took their assignments and left.          

When you got back to the room after helping Hagrid with the pixies, McGonagall said that they simply had a vote on whether to make the Valentine’s Day dance for only fifth year and up but decided against it. Even though it didn’t matter, you voiced your support for letting all the students go. The Yule Ball being exclusive was enough for you. With nothing else, you went back to your room.

Your roommates said hello to you in meek voices when they got back to the room. You were a little confused when they left before bed but didn’t ask. It wasn’t like they would tell you anyway. Your roommates had one of the first rounds of cleaning duty. They were in charge of laundry for Slytherin girls on Monday nights.  

While the other students cleaned, you slept or enjoyed your days as normal. You had listened to your letter perfectly. The entire month of January, you declined every offer. The only person that you shared a meal with was tea with McGonagall. You also took your breakfast from the Great Hall to go eat with Myrtle in the girls’ lavatory. That earned looks that you ignored and lots of teasing behind your back that Sirius couldn’t stop. You went to Hogsmeade alone in stuff that you made. You wore flowers in your hair in the way that you liked. In Astronomy, you brought two blankets and a thermos full of tea laced with wake-me-up potion.

From across the classroom and the Great Hall, Sirius pined after you and your old friends watched you be alone. They saw the cracks occasionally. But before they could come over to fix your frown, they saw you pull out your letter to yourself and read it. After reading it, the frown would disappear. It wasn’t replaced with a smile. It simply disappeared.

With the bet over, no one even tried to talk to you except for the marauders and the girls. They couldn’t take it anymore as February rolled around. The more they watched you, the more the others started to see what Sirius did. They were aware that they saw it way too late to make a difference. Every plan to try and talk to you was met with a no or you saying that you weren’t interested.

They sat in Three Broomsticks, trying to come up with a foolproof plan to talk. Bombarding you with letters of apology didn’t work. It was obvious that you didn’t read them— your letter told you not to. Every idea they had sounded stupid. Sirius was growing frustrated at lack of a good idea. He was pulling his hair back to get it out of his face when he spotted you walking past the window of the pub. He practically pushed James out of the booth so he could race outside.

“(Y/N)!”

You stopped and turned around to see Sirius digging his heels into the dirt to stop from running you over. His eyes roamed over you. He found himself smiling just by looking at you. Did you always wear lipgloss? He pointed to your hair.

“The flowers look nice.”

“Thank you?”

“So, the dance is next week and I w—”

“Sorry, Sirius,” you said as you put your pocket watch back in your pocket. “I need to go before the store sells out of glitter yarn. It’s the end of winter, the gnomes need new hats, you know.”

“O-of course, totally.”

“Bye.”

“Wait, (Y/N)! Do you want to go to the dance with me?” he quickly asked before you disappeared completely.

“No. Thank you, though. I’m going alone.”

“Oh, you’re going this year?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, are you sure that you don—”

“Sirius. The yarn.”

He sighed. “Right, yeah, the yarn.”

He watched you run off. James, Remus, and Peter knew not to say anything when he entered the pub. It was obvious from his face that he failed. They watched you walk past the window once again but this time with yarn in your arms. Sirius wasn’t going to give up.

He took every opportunity to ask you to the dance, not caring that he got rejected every single time. You were starting to get curious though. Your letter didn’t explain anything about having a single boy ask you out incessantly. It just said not to trust anyone. You were supposed to go to the dance alone and enjoy yourself.

At dinner, Sirius watched you frown as you re-read your letter. You didn’t know why old you didn’t want you to have a date. It was a dance. Dances had dates, the two went hand in hand. And you were being asked by arguably one of the hottest boys at school. You were starting to think that old you had issues because why would you turn this down? Didn’t old you know that you didn’t have friends and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity? You just shook your head and tucked the letter back into your sweater pocket.  

“Where are you going?” Peter asked Sirius.

“(Y/N) just left.”

James snorted. “He’s off to get rejected again.”

“Weren’t you just getting rejected by Lily a few weeks ago?”

“She’s my girlfriend now though, mate. I have years to make up for you making fun of me.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and left to go find you. He saw you sitting underneath one of the staircases working on the new glitter hats for the gnomes. Checking that the hallway was empty, Sirius transformed into his Animagus form and bounded over to you. You gasped in delight at seeing a giant black dog.

“Hi, mister.” You scratched at his fur. “Where’d you come from?”

The dog licked your hand once before sitting next to you. You were still wondering where he came from. There was no collar plus dogs weren’t a pet that students were allowed to bring. He probably belonged to Hagrid. You finished your second tiny hat when the dog whined.

“What’s up?”

The dog whined again before laying down. He moved his head to rest in your lap, eyes closing as you scratched his head. You chuckled as you watched his tail hit the floor as it wagged. Your little furry friend stayed with you until curfew. In one of the empty corridors, he transformed back and headed to his dorm.

“She let you talk to her?” Peter asked when Sirius entered.

“How did you know?”

Remus held up the map. “We were totally spying. Answer Wormtail’s question.”

“More or less.”

The other three boys looked at each other. Sirius wasn’t offering any more information than that. For the rest of the week, he found you during your free time and spent it with you aside from when he had to wash the dishes after lunch. He would have rather done it as a person but being close to you was a start. Sirius figured that maybe he could earn your trust as a dog and then as a human.

Last time he was in Hogsmeade, it was a Sunday and exactly one week before the dance. This time, it was a Saturday and one day before the dance. Sirius wasn’t going to ask you again. It was clear that the answer was no. With his new plan, he accepted your rejection. It was mildly awkward when his parents sent him a tie that matched your dress. He didn’t tell them what happened. Considering they now blamed him for Regulus’ sudden rebellion, he was surprised to get anything at all. Being into a Zabini girl was earning more favor and leniency from his parents than he expected.

He sipped on his firewhiskey in Three Broomsticks. This time he sat on the outside so he could leave without running James over. The marauders knew that he was about to follow you around like a lovesick puppy, not even caring that their friend was only half paying attention. There was something kind of nice about seeing Padfoot so enamored.

“Oh, you’re kidding,” James said when he looked out the window a few minutes after Sirius left.

Peter and Remus looked over when they heard you laughing. You bent down to pet the dog.

“Hi, mister. Did you come to Hogsmeade to see me?” You joked.

Sirius barked in response.

“You did?” You played along. “Let’s go, we have shopping to do… Do you want a hat?”

The dog’s tail wagged and he gave you another short bark. The marauders couldn’t tear their eyes away from the scene on the other side of their window. They were never letting Sirius live this down. They were joking about the lovesick puppy. It wasn’t meant for him to take literally. You walked around the small wizarding village with your dog at your side. He even walked with you back to the castle. You bent down to pet him.

“I wish I could take you as my date tomorrow but you have four legs. I don’t think I can sneak you in either,” you said, earning a bark in response. “Date? I don’t have a date, mister. I’m going alone. I kind of hate it but I’m not supposed to trust anyone at Hogwarts. Everyone wants something apparently. I don’t know what but they want something. Doesn’t matter, not like they were my friends before.”

The dog licked your face, making you laugh. You scratched at his fur some more.

“Do you want to know a secret? A cute boy asked me but I said no. I have a letter from him in my trunk but I’m not supposed to open it. I trust myself but I also wish I said yes. He has a pretty face and he seems nice… a bit loud but nice. Oh well. I’m going to have fun tomorrow even without a date.”

You left the dog to go back to your room. Sirius was riding a high because you called him cute. You also told him that you saved his letter. He might not have asked you to the dance successfully but he planned on being your date once you actually got there. He was inside with the others, waiting for you to enter the Great Hall. They all decided to go more as a group rather than dates. James and Lily were dates because they were officially dating. Everyone else decided that if a slow song came on, they would just pair up with each other. Sirius had worn the matching tie.

Lily spotted you first, gasping at the sight. Your Halloween dress had been form fitting and orange— the Yule Ball one was the same but in red. This dress was meant to be fun. It was everything light, a mix of tulle and chiffon in a pink so pale that it was almost white. It wasn’t floor length like the others but tea-length so you could still dance wildly. Your hair was pulled back completely to be away from your face, secured with a rose pin. Because it was Valentine’s Day, you added little hearts under your eyes.

Your grandfather had said he loved dances centered around the summer season or Valentine’s Day because that was when purebloods wore less stuffy and formal outfits. Everyone was always in tea and cocktail attire, the dances were more exciting, and he almost always got a kiss at the end of the night. You had wrinkled your nose at that last part because you thought he was being silly but everything else sounded great.

You walked right past the group of friends to get some punch. The music hadn’t really started to play yet. Everyone was still waiting for their dates or to head down in groups. You swayed by yourself to the waiting music with your cup of punch in hand near the wall. Sirius actually felt nervous as he waited in line to get punch. This wasn’t like him, especially when it came to you. Normally, he could stroll right up to you. You were always pretty but the dance was different. You were just stunning to him.

The music picked up and you set down your drink. You skipped to the dance floor as best as you could in heels. Sirius stood near the place that you had been when you were against the wall and just watched. Remus went over to his friend first. Soon the others followed until they were all standing against the wall and watching you like creeps. You were doing the strangest wave with your arms.

Sirius laughed into his drink. He missed that weird dancing at the Yule Ball because you had tried so hard to be normal. And he didn’t appreciate it at the Halloween dance. Now, he just wanted to join you.

“Come on,” Dorcas said as she grabbed Sirius and Marlene’s hands.

The boy panicked. “What are we doing?”

“We are all about to go dance next to (Y/N). I can’t stand watching you mope anymore. At least do it closer, it’s pathetic from this distance.”

They all peeled themselves away from the wall to dance around you. You never joined their little circle, still dancing in your own world. You had no reason to join them. You went to the dance alone. It wasn’t like you had friends. You were your own circle. But you were having fun. Dances were great. You didn’t know why you had never gone before. You were going to go to every single one for your last year. Still, it was a shame that you didn’t go before. That didn’t matter now though because you were dancing and having fun. It only came to an abrupt stop when the music turned slow.

You nodded to yourself. It was a Valentine’s Day dance after all— slow songs were to be expected. But you didn’t want to leave the dance floor. In the most exaggerated fashion, you wrapped your arms around yourself and swayed. You had taken ballroom lessons from a young age so you had steps memorized without much thought. It was easy to waltz without a partner.

With your eyes closed and head tilted back to enjoy the music, you didn’t notice Sirius attempting to ask you for a dance. He glared at his friends when they laughed at him for failing to tap your shoulder before you moved to the next step. They were all just holding each other and swaying in place, not making any moves to help— not that they knew how.

Eventually, Sirius gave up. He sighed, and in the most dramatic fashion, wrapped his arms around himself to waltz. You two were doing a partner dance without a partner even though you were only an arm’s length away. Marlene rested her head on Dorcas’ shoulder.

“It’s kind of sweet.”

“Kind of? This might actually be the most romantic I’ve ever seen him be in his life… Sap.”

You figured that the song would end soon and they would pick up the pace again. Now was probably the best time to get a snack or something before the music picked back up. Opening your eyes, you paused when you saw Sirius copying you. He wasn’t aware that you had stopped until he ran into you because you were now in the way of his next step. Sirius opened his eyes to see you staring at him.

“Do you want to da—”

The music changed. All of the students on the floor looked in confusion at the band.

“What sort of music is this?” James asked.

“It’s for a jive,” You and Sirius answered at the same time before looking at each other.

“What?” Peter and Mary asked.

“A type of swing dance.” Sirius held out his hand for you. “Did they teach you this one too?”

You nodded, taking his hand. Sirius tilted his head.

“I only know the basics, Reg and I skipped this class usually.”

You both began to follow the music. The marauders and girls had to take a couple of steps back. The two of you were flying around the place. Only a few other couples— including Regulus and his date— knew how to jive. The others just formed a large circle and watched.

“Is swing dancing always this wild?” Mary asked.

“I think it’s those two.” Remus pointed out.

While everyone was swing dancing, you and Sirius were on another level. Arms and legs were going everywhere. It looked correct. Without a doubt, anyone could tell that it was a swing dance. But where everyone else on the floor was measured, you two were just having fun.

Sirius never wanted the song to end as he spun you around, watching your hair fall out of the rose pin. Both of you danced right over it, not even caring. You were having the time of your life. Dances were officially the best nights at Hogwarts. You and Sirius stayed dance partners for the rest of the night. You yawned in the middle of another slow dance.

“Battery drained,” you said. “I think I’m going to go to bed.”

“I’ll walk you to your dorm.” He saw a small frown appear on your face, already knowing the answer.

“Sorry, I think I should just go. And I think your friends aren’t done dancing.” You pointed out James and Lily.

“Yeah, you’re right. Here.” He pulled your rose pin out of his pocket, having rescued it from the floor.

“Keep it. I’ve got lots of preserved flowers.”

“They look really pretty by the way, the flowers.”

“Thank you… I’m going to go now.”

“Yeah, alright… Wait, (Y/N)… uh, see you in Charms?”

Sirius took in a deep breath and closed his eyes when you walked off. Nothing about what he just said was smooth. Remus and Peter kindly reminded him of such. He ended up leaving shortly after you, only waiting so you wouldn’t think that he was following you. Sirius twirled the rose as he laid in bed. He’d have to tell you the truth. If he wanted to go any further with you then he had to own up once again to what they did. He knew now that he messed up last time by hiding it.

You folded your dress up and put it back in your trunk. Ditching the heels, you took a quick shower and changed. The night was amazing. Between finishing your hats for the gnomes and your dog friend and the dance, you had a great day. A smile creeped on your face as you thought more about it. Sirius kind of made the night extra special. You pulled the duvet up to your nose, ready to sleep when your eyes popped open. You had a letter from the boy who made your night just a bit better.

Scrambling to the edge of the bed, you hung over it and opened your trunk. The letter was there, wrinkled as ever, along with lots of vials. You picked up a vial. There was a label on it that held the date. Setting the letter next to you, you bent back down to look at the vials. They all were similar. There was a date on them and a vague description. Some were fairly obvious like October 31st, Halloween Dance. Others were confusing like the one labeled sweatshirt. Sitting back up, you focused on what you were actually looking for.

Sirius had nice handwriting. You could tell just by how he wrote your name on the envelope. Carefully, you opened the letter. Your smile turned into an expression of confusion. You had read the letter over and over again. It didn’t make sense. He was apologizing for something that didn’t happen, professing his love for you when he barely knew you, and remembering details that not a single person at Hogwarts paid attention to when it came to you.

You read your own letter and then the one Sirius wrote. Both were referencing things that you seemed to know nothing about. You leaned over the bed again, grabbing every vial and placing them on your bed. One by one, you drank the flavorless memories from the vials. You threw them back without a break between them, afraid that you wouldn’t be able to finish what you started if you waited.

Your roommates weren’t expecting you to still be up when they came back. They gave you small hellos before sitting down to take off their own heels. You rolled your eyes and crawled back up under the duvet. Taking a deep breath, you sat up and looked at your roommates.

“I know what happened. I hope the money was worth it.”

They sat there stunned for a minute. You didn’t give them a chance to speak as you turned off your lamp and used your wand to pull the curtains around your bed. You barely accepted their apology in the morning, not really caring. You didn’t want them to be friends with you so you didn’t care how they felt. If they learned a lesson, great. If they didn’t? That wasn’t your problem.

Remus lifted his head. In the past, he never cared but now he was locked in on the scent of your perfume thanks to Sirius. Remus leaned forward to poke Sirius who was sitting in front of him with James.

“Hey, Pads, your princess is coming.”

Sirius sat up, fixing his hair. He and the other marauders gave you a smile when you entered the classroom. Sirius still had the rose from last night, twirling it between his fingers. You stood right in front of his desk. Your hands dug around your bag until you found the stupid hat that you had made for Sirius when you thought he was a regular dog. The marauder blinked as a pink hat hit him in the face.

“Stay away from me.”

You stomped off to your seat on the other side of the classroom. Sirius examined the hat, spotting two holes near the top. They were to pull ears through so they weren’t stuck under the hat. The marauder sighed as he set the hat down.

“She knows.”

(Part 7)

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Chemistry [S. B.]

Sirius Black x fem!reader

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The fireplace light lit up much of the room in the manor, providing a little warmth in the middle of winter.

"Damn padfoot, we'd get more heat if we went out in the open, your house is a fucking freezer" James complained, squeezing more against the blanket he shared with Lily Evans.

Hogwarts students had obtained an unforeseen holiday period, just for a week. Sirius reported that his parents had left for a few months and were supposed to return to formal vacation to welcome their children, so you all agreed to spend the sparse week in their huge mansion. You were lying in front of the fireplace with duvets that Sirius himself said were expensive acquisitions of their mother.

"She won't even notice that we used them," he said with a mischievous smile, pulling them out of the dresser where they were neatly bent.

You liked being there, laughing among your friends and drinking the fire whiskey James had stolen from the Blacks' kitchen, the same bottle that later served to play "truth or dare" among the six members.

In due course, it was your turn, with James Potter as your executioner.

"My dear flower" he intonated maliciously, looking you right in the eye. “Truth or dare?”

"I don't trust you to put my life on the line, so true" you responded by smiling. You noticed Sirius looking in your direction, but you weren't sure if his attention was on you or the shivering Remus Lupin with whom you shared a blanket.

"Even if you're a coward, you won't get rid of an awkward question, I warn you" he murmured to provoke you, causing you to roll your eyes. “What would be the number on a scale of 1 to 100 of the possibility you would have of dating everyone in this room?” He questioned. It wasn't that awkward, after all.

"Hey, let's see. Starting with you, James Potter, I'll give you 10%. You're too hateful and not at all my type, but I could make fun of your short-sightedness and lack of brains then it would be nice" you murmured, making everyone laugh. “Lily, you take 40% just because I know you're very much in love with the old idiot and you'd have a hard time forgetting. Peter, 15% maybe, because you're not my type either" you turned around and watched the chestnut tree, who smiled under his scars. “Moony, I think I give you 80% because we have almost everything in common and you're handsome, but we're best friends and I don't think either of us wants to ruin this wonderful union," you said fondly, while he was shaking your hair.

"I agree. You're like a sister to me and that would be... strange. But likewise thank you for the compliment, pretty" he added and let you recharge a little more on his shoulder.

"And Sirius?” Lily asked with interest. When you looked back at him, you noticed a pouting hint.

"Sirius? 4% or even you could say less”

"What are you talking about?!” James asked, with a laugh. “You and Siri are the most compatible in this room”

"Of course not" Sirius appealed, looking at his friend. More than once they had tried to match you and both continued to deny layer and sword the fact that you would be the worst couple. “We fought for almost everything”

"What about that?” Remus murmured, taking the opportunity to annoy his two best friends. “You can't be without each other and your fights always end with you laughing and hugging like teenagers in love.”

"It's a lie!” you spoke now, gently beating Remus. “We don't end up hugged and we're not in love, it's absurd.”

"Yes, that's it. Absurd" Sirius repeated, crossing his arms in a tantrum. They all shared looks of disbelief and nodded only to leave the subject, though they didn't believe it a bit.

You continued with a few rounds where everyone was forced to drink whiskey, Peter vomited, Lily confessed to an extremely embarrassing secret of their relationship, Remus had to dance in front of everyone something you didn't want to witness and Sirius ended up without his T-shirt. That last part was the hardest to cope with because from time to time you were distracted by looking at his toned chest. He had some scars and moles on his back, but he had mostly very white skin that from your place looks somewhat soft.

They turned the bottle again and this time stopped aiming at the half-naked boy.

"Sirius, truth or dare?

"Oh, Lupin, you never put up good challenges," he said, dragging his tongue, signs of the drunken state he was entering. “So I'm going to get that one. The challenge" he replied mockingly, provoking him as he did with everyone.

"So you don't think I'm going to be a good player, huh?” Remus murmured, raising his eyebrows. Sirius was leaning on his hand and threw a kiss at him with amusement, prompting him to continue. “Well, since you like to throw kisses so much, I dare you to kiss Y/N" he exclaimed softly. You squealed and somehow the air stuck in your throat, causing you to cough hard.

"Remus...”

"Come on, what can you lose? Consider it your chance to prove that the chemistry between you is so minimal that the kiss will be square and uncomfortable for everyone" he watched his friend with joy. Everyone began to incite him to meet the challenge and Sirius began to feel increasingly sorry that he had judged his friend so lightly.

"Come on, Sirius!” Lily scold him when he was looking for another excuse to evade the challenge. “We all do, it's your turn," he said sternly. Sirius bit his lower lip and then turned his gaze to you, staying there for a moment as if trying to convince himself. For some reason the way he watched you send a shiver all over your spine. His eyes, so big and bright, reflected something different from the usual. It wasn't those naughty boy's eyes, it was a scared little boy.

But scared of what?

"Well, as long as she agrees.”

"Oh, of course she agrees, now do it!”

"No, I want to hear it from her lips," he said earnestly. Suddenly all eyes fell on you, but only by a specific one did it make you feel self-conscious. “You want this, sunshine?” He asked gently. Damn it, with that look and the way he pronounced your nickname, the last thing you could think about was refusing.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, looking at all your friends. “I guess it's just a challenge and Remus is right, we have nothing to hide after all," you said, a little more confident. A general noise became present and you almost thought you saw the boy's cheeks blush with shame.

He left his place and began crawling towards you, without taking his eyes off yours. You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't speed up to see it that way because it looked almost like a predator stalking its prey. He stood on his knees in front of you so that it was enough just to bow down to feel his breath against yours. When your glances met you saw his pupils dilate and his lips came closer almost by inertia, besides that brown hair fell gracefully on his bare shoulders.

For Merlin, you'd forgotten the little detail that he was half-naked.

Everyone was waiting for either of you to make a move, but the boy in front of you seemed to want to take his time.

"My 4% is enough to get a kiss?” he asked, with that playful glow returning to his eyes and a flirtatious smile.

"Shut up and kiss me before I regret it, Black" you whispered in the same way, managing to increase his smile.

You thought he'd want to finish as soon as possible and leave a chaste kiss before retiring, but instead he slid his hand up to your cheek and approached your face carefully, forcing you to close your eyes.

Your cheeks warmed up long before you felt the rubbing of her lips and when he finally arrived you couldn't even breathe. You had become a bundle of nerves under his confident grip on your cheek.

At first, you were about to complain about the temperature of his lips, but you quickly adjusted to it. Sirius was in charge of fitting your mouths so he had trapped your lower lip with his own, sucking so gently that you felt faint.

His other hand suddenly traveled to your face and now he was holding you by the neck to deepen your contact a little. Inadvertently your hands went up to his bare biceps and Sirius nearly released a groan because of the superficial touch of your buds that had affected him more than he expected.

You felt his pointy tongue pass through your entire upper lip, forcing you to suppress a gasp just as he had done seconds ago.

All you could do was concentrating on the taste of the opposite lips that was even more intoxicating than the whiskey that had come and whose flavor was also present.

Things would have escalated a bit more if it hadn't been for Remus clearing his throat and making you realize the situation you were in.

Sirius pulled away completely so he wouldn't feel like kissing you again., but when you looked at him you realized that his cheeks were painted crimson and his barely swollen lips were trying to match that tone. You didn't even want to imagine how you looked, but what you could perceive was that the boy was looking at you affectionately.

"Good thing you two can't stand each other!" he started to say "Can you imagine if they were in love? The clothes would have started to be leftover, if you could take something more from Sirius"

"Shut up, James!” you spoke in unison ming, hearing a group laugh.

"Go back to your place, Padfoot, you'll have time to stick your tongue into her when we all go to sleep."

"Potter, can you really shut up?" you said between your teeth, just to get the boy more fun.

They put the bottle in place and played another round. You looked at the glass, trying to keep your thoughts away from the good, no, rather how wonderful it felt to be kissed by Sirius, but the temptation was greater and you veered towards the opposite face, just when he too had decided to observe you.

When you crossed glances you quickly tried to disguise that you didn't, but it had been enough to blush both.

The game continued naturally but now from time to time you felt Sirius' eyes on you and didn't hesitate to alternate shy looks with him.

You remembered his taste and the kindness with which he had touched you and even kissed you, contrary to everything you thought you knew about his person. Maybe, after all, you weren't that incompatible.

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Winter In The Shade III

Part III

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2383

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter's. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: Mentions of food. / Eating. /

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Regulus' eyes opened immediately at the mention of his brother. With furrowed eyebrows he stared at you deeply “What?” he asked cautiously, his mind still registering your question.

You moved to sit closer to him, knees touching as you looked for his eyes “Sirius,” you repeated “Can you tell me about him?”

He stayed in silence for what felt like hours, his eyes hardened as you saw him put his walls up again. It didn’t come as a surprise to you that he closed himself at your question but now you wondered how sensitive the subject was for him to be looking at you the way he looked at everyone else.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked with pursed lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze so hard over you that it forced you to look away from him and down to your lap.

“I- well, I know you are close to him but you barely talk about him. Actually, I think I’ve never seen you talk to him.” you explained, hoping he couldn’t read you and see that it was more than just mere curiosity.

“We’re not close.” he said sharply, his voice bitter.

“Oh… okay.” you nodded, playing with the grass underneath you “I just assumed you were.” you said with a smile, trying to get him to relax as you changed the subject “What do you want to do over the weekend?” your arm moved to nudge his side, a playful smile on your face.

“What do you want to do?” he asked back, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Your heart broke as you stared at him, his eyes void as he tried and failed to put on a smile for you, you knew you had killed his mood for the time being and you felt terrible, your own smile falling as you shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know.” you mumbled “I always choose, I thought you’d have something you want to do.”

Regulus didn’t move and you thought he might be just thinking. With your head low, you missed the way his eyes stared down at you, watching the way you thoughtlessly played with your hands as you waited for his answer. He knew you better than you would like to admit, you were never one to keep your head low. You felt bad for asking him about Sirius, retreating to the world inside your head so you would do no more harm. And he felt the knot in his stomach tightening for how he reacted, how his reaction affected you; but still he couldn’t help it, it was second nature for him to put his guard up at the mention of his brother. He wanted to tell you to never ask about Sirius again, that no matter what you heard he wouldn’t talk about it but he could see you were already overthinking everything you had done since the question crossed your mind. He said nothing and just appreciated the fact that you stayed with him and that, that’s what made you different from everyone else. Even if you didn’t understand why he reacted the way he did, even if you didn’t know what had happened between him and Sirius, you didn’t push it and you stayed when you could have easily walked away like he had seen you do with others when they stepped out of line. You stayed with him, and even if he wanted nothing more than to get up and leave, he stayed there with you. You stayed for each other.

“I’m fine with anything you want to do.” he told you after minutes of silence.

Your head rose up in surprise “Really?” you asked with a small smile.

He nodded, his face relaxed “Really.” he said, turning on his side as he started to get on his feet, your eyes following his movements closely “I have to go and get something from my dorm. Wait for me here?” he said.

You nodded and sat back as he started to walk away, your eyes suddenly falling on the small group of people a few meters from you, all of them laughing and running around, nothing out of the ordinary but you stared too long. They must have felt your gaze on them, the one wearing glasses and a permanent smirk turning to the one at his side, patting him in the shoulder as he motioned his head towards you.

You jumped to your feet, running the small distance to the castle “Reg!” you yelled, grabbing the ends of your scarf as it flew over your face. He stopped at the sudden sound on your voice, looking over your shoulder in confusion before his eyes settled on you.

“What 's wrong?” he asked, his hand reaching for yours in an instant as he linked his arm with yours.

You smiled, shaking your head “Can I go with you?” you asked out of breath “I don’t really fancy staying there all alone.” you told him.

He looked back to where you sat not a minute ago, looking for any sign you were lying but saw none. “Of course.” he said, his eyes lingering in the distance before he shook his head, resuming his walk with you at his side.

You looked back once more, seeing the place completely empty but you knew it meant nothing. You had seen Sirius and he had seen you leave.

*******

The weekend was spent doing more things that you or Regulus could actually remember. Even if in all honesty, you two remembered every single detail.

You had forced the both of you to get up early to get breakfast before anyone else, or more like forced Regulus to get you up early because between the two of you, he was both the early bird and the night owl, while you were the sleepy bear.

It was one of your missions to be ghosts during the weekend, to never be seen by anyone else as if you didn’t exist in the perspective of others; and if they did manage to get a glimpse of the two of you, that was all it was, a glimpse of something they would never see again until monday morning. Two entire days for you and him to just exist and bond over simple things and activities, it was the only days he would stay out late with you and you took full advantage of that.

“What are we doing in the kitchens?” he asked as you pulled his hand to keep him walking.

“What do you think?” you asked with a laugh “What do you use kitchens for?” you let go of his hand, starting to rummage over all the things there as he just stared at you.

“Cooking…” he said wearily, his eyes snapping at you as you yelled in triumph.

“And baking!” you beamed, holding the cookie trays over your head “Well, c’mon.” you called him, motioning for him to get close. With a chuckle you turned to face him, ravishing in the completely confused look he had on his face, of course he had never done any baking. “I am sharing my Grandmother's red velvet cookies recipe with you.” you said, taking his hands and rolling his sleeves up for him “It is my pleasure to tell you that you are the only one I would share this recipe with.”

He smiled as you worked on his sleeves, watching you carefully as he gave you his other arm “I’m honored.” he said, meeting your eyes full with excitement.

You clapped your hands before you as you started to move around the kitchen, starting to measure the ingredients as you never ceased to talk, giving instructions and showing him how to get all the things ready. A task that should have been done in an hour took you both at least two; in between laughs, chatting and the small war that got you both covered in flour you emerged from the kitchens once the moon was already shining up in the night sky.

You had baked enough cookies for the week ahead of you, carrying them with you to every class and place you had to go. It was easy to sneak a small piece of it to Regulus or to eat one yourself since you spent the entirety of your time together and shared most of your classes, with the exception of your optative classes. Whilst you and Regulus took a great curiosity for Ancient Runes, you had also opted for studying divination as it woke something in you, how you could interpret different signs to know the future. It was so fun and interesting you couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Regulus thought it was ridiculous to think you could know the future by reading tea leaves but you paid him no mind.

On the days you had Divination, you found yourself wandering the halls alone, a weird sight for anyone who had been paying attention to yours and Regulus’ friendship flourishing. You walked the long hallways to get to the North Tower, a piece of cookie in hand as you took small bites of it, looking everywhere but where you were headed.

“Woah!” exclaimed a voice next to you as they barely stopped on their tracks “We really need to stop meeting like this.” Sirius smiled, looking at you with a smirk.

The corner of your mouth lifted for a fraction of second, your eyes already looking for an escape to not avail “Hello.” you mustered, starting to walk around him only for him to match your steps.

“That 's it?” he asked, baffled “Hello?” he repeated, trying and failing to imitate your voice.

Taking a hesitant look at him you tried to keep looking forward. “That’s still the right term, isn’t?” you said, never stopping to acknowledge him again, not giving him the chance to speak up.

You walked awkwardly next to him until you reached the beginning of the stairs to the Divination classroom, the space narrowed so only one person could fit comfortably, or two people walking very close together. You closed your eyes shut, you were not ready for this.

“Can I help you with something?” you snapped, turning to stare at him as you climbed on the first step of the stairs, looking directly into his eyes. You, of course, took him off guard with the sudden burst of emotion, his mouth opening with no chance to speak “You keep showing up everywhere I am, you walked next to me all the way here when you certainly don’t take divination so tell me, is there something I can help you with?” you spat the words, not even stopping to think them before they were out of your mouth. “Is it- is it because I didn’t tell you my name? Because if you really wanted to know, it’s Y/N. You’re Sirius. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.” you said, turning on your heel and walking up the stairs.

Sirius stopped momentarily to appreciate the beauty of your name, hearing the melody repeating inside his head and how much it fitted you. Y/N, he thought, shaking his head and snapping out of the trance you put him in before he jumped the steps to catch up with you “Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” he said loudly, trying to keep up with your speed “I just want to know you, okay?”

You scrunch your nose in confusion but never stopped, letting his words flow as he said them.

“I think you’re really interesting and, in all honesty, really beautiful.” he said, making you hide your face from him as a flush appeared over your cheeks, but his next words erased all trace of the previous feelings he provoked on you, replacing the fluttery feeling in your stomach with a knot “I’ve seen you with Regulus and heard a lot about..”

“So that’s what this is all about?” you cut him mid sentence, clenching your hands in fists as you turned to him once more “If you want to know about Regulus you can find someone else or ask him yourself.” you said with a huff, crossing your arms as you glared at him, hating the way your heart started to beat harder inside your chest.

Sirius shook his head and climbed the few steps separating you, still leaving a considerable space in between “No, that’s no it.” he explained “You’re just… I’ve already told you, alright? I would like to get to know you.”

Saying you were confused was an understatement, the complete mess of thoughts running inside your head too loud to even form a coherent phrase. You wanted to be sure he was just using you, that he only wanted to mess with Regulus and make him mad, but the glint in his eyes told you nothing but the contrary to that exact thought. What if he was true to his word and just wanted to know you?

You were certain the hurricane of emotions was showing on your face, your eyes glued to his as he took a hesitant step towards you and, when you didn’t back away a smile appeared on his lips, walking in front of you he placed his hand over yours “Y/N.” he whispered.

He sounded just like him.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, slowly moving your hand away from his grasp “I don’t know what happened between you and Regulus and it’s really not my place to ask, I would really hate to get involved.” And pick sides you thought, taking a step back.

You wanted to believe he meant well and just wanted to get close to you but you couldn’t risk getting Regulus hurt. If the sole mention of his brother’s name put his walls up what would happen if he found out his best friend, the only person he let his guard down with and the only one he trusted, was friends with the brother that hurt him so much. You couldn't risk hurting Regulus, not you.

“He’s the only one I have.” you said slowly with a small yet sad smile on your face, and with that you turned.

And again, Sirius let you walk away.

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Intrigue

Somebody asked me to write a Jegulus one shot. I have no clue why as I’ve never written anything for them, let alone ship them, but was to flattered to deny it, so here’s this random one shot. 

They only kiss and it ends more like a question mark and promise.

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“Isn’t he a little old to need a babysitter?” James groaned as he followed Sirius around the kitchen with his arm loaded down in cheese and multicolored grapes.

“Don’t think of it as babysitting,” Sirius corrected as he artfully arranged bread and the wine bottle inside the basket. “Think of it as, you know, checking on him every hour or so to make sure he’s alive.”

“Do I need to feed him and tuck him in too?” James was pouting, and he knew it, and plucked a grape into his mouth just to be petty.

“Prongs,” Sirius’s tone was much more patient, and James belatedly wondered what had happened to the world Padfoot was now trying to be the responsible one. “He’s only been here two days and you’ve barely spoken to him. Moony and I have had this date planned for months! I know the timing’s shit, but please help me out?” He looked around and even took on the concerning air of his mother as he scolded, “and you just ate! Stop that,” he took the rest of his treasures away and tucked it all inside.

“Mum and dad will be back within the hour, why can’t you just ask them if you’re so worried he’ll spontaneously combust without you up his arse?” He gave one last heartless protest.

Sirius put his hands on his shoulders and really looked at him, his silvery grey eyes determined, a sincerity that startled all other thoughts from James’s mind. “Because I want you two to get along. He left because he’s scared, James, and I want to be enough for him to stay gone. Please help?”

All thoughts of that wannabe Death Eater punk he’d been tolerating in his home shattered and crumbled at his feet like the basket soon would be filled with. “Okay,” he promised. “I’ll, um, get him on a broom, show him the lands around here?” It still came out as a question, and he felt ridiculous, like he was asking Sirius’s permission.

Padfoot beamed and pulled him into a grateful hug. “Splendid idea,” he shouted right into his ear.

Regulus was in ‘his room’ when James gave a tentative knock on the door. The sound of the fireplace whooshing downstairs sounded more ominous than it was probably meant to as his skin still crawled realizing they were indeed home alone for the first time, and this would have been awkward regardless of if Sirius had tried to intervene.

The door swung open, Regulus’s things still only half put away from their recent shopping trip, he was holding his new wand in his hand in a far more threatening gesture than he clearly meant to, as he quickly tucked it away and flushed. “I don’t need a babysitter,” he said at once.

James couldn’t help it, he laughed. “I said the same damn thing, but does he listen?”

Regulus scowled though, and his resemblance to Sirius was still so uncanny it disturbed him, yet the little Black’s eyes were solid black. There was a frostiness to him that still made him picture the kid in his green school uniform even when he was wearing light, loose robes in the heat of summer. 

He should know Padfoot’s every expression, but there was something alien in seeing them in this slightly shifted face, he wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong until Regulus tried to close the door, “well, glad we agree on one thing then.”

James put his hand up to stop it as he realized is mistake, “wait, sorry! I, um, I know I haven’t been the best host, and I really do want to, err, show you around. Want to, go fly a bit?” 

It wasn’t a lie anymore, but Regulus still seemed to sense something off in his delivery as his uneasiness lingered. “I don’t need your pity, I’ll be gone soon enough,” he still spoke in such a brisk, cold way Sirius had lost so long ago it gave James deja vu even before his stomach clenched uneasily at the news.

“Why?” He asked slowly.

Regulus hesitated for a very long time before answering, “I took over half our vault out, by the time my parents figure out I’m not coming back, I’ll be long gone.”

James laughed again, a genuine happy sound of amusement, and some of the stiffness in them both finally eased one tiny notch. “Smart move, but there’s no need. You can stay here as long as you like, honestly.”

Those little peepers studied him for the longest time yet, he was so quiet, so different from his best mate in every way it was possible to be.

“Alright,” Regulus finally answered. “I, err, I’ll take you up, I guess. Just let me finish putting all my stuff away.”

He left the door open and turned away, and James took that as an invitation to lean in the doorway and watch. 

The room was right across the hall from Sirius’s, which was right next door to James’s, and yet he’d so rarely been in here it might as well have been magically conjured over night for him. That was hardly needed on this mansion sized property, but the furniture and all the decorations were what was really getting to him.

Regulus had showed up sopping wet with nothing but the robes on his back, not even a wand or trunk. All he’d asked for was Sirius, and it was the only thing he’d said for nearly two days until Mum and Dad had finally cajoled him to going to Diagon Alley today before having to run off for an important meeting with Dumbledore. 

Sirius’s little brother had gone for practicality on his visit apparently, as he was sorting shirts into drawers and bags with his books were neatly stacked on a desk, but the only decoration he’d seemed to agree to was a new broom propped up in the corner with an unneeded servicing kit waiting beside it. The highly polished handle and stems gleamed, but it wasn’t even the newest model. The prodigy whose shadow had lingered so long over Padfoot for being the perfect child hadn’t seemed to expect any sort of five star treatment in the new, yet modest style.

He turned back to James and tucked his hands behind his back as the only indication he was done, watching him with the same silence that had accompanied the entire task. James was long since past getting the creeps over this and found he’d enjoyed just watching his smooth, deliberate steps in total opposition of Sirius’s loud dancing movement and never ending mouth. The quiet was oddly nice.

“Ready to get?” James bounced off the jam in anticipation now to try and crack this kid open, really get him talking now though. “If you have to use the bathroom, do so now,” he lightly teased.

Regulus scowled and crossed his arms instead, and for the first time James felt bad for playing up the joke and awkwardly cleared his throat. He expected Regulus to back out now, but to his relief he instead said, “hope you can keep up,” and snatched his broom into his hand, walking away without glancing back.

There were miles and miles of acreage and forest around the Potter’s property, and James knew every inch of it. He tried to tell Regulus stories about running away to out here and never making it past that stump or this creek. Even Sirius was still exploring new spots and clearings after his many summers over, and he’d hung on Prongs’s tail as they roved around just like at school to discover it all.

Again, Regulus was different. How he stayed ahead of James and seemed more than willing to figure it out on his own, but occasionally calling back over his shoulder if he had a mind to ask about any creatures they had around or what sort of weather patterns they got out here. All very practical, non personal questions that never left him any room to turn around and ask anything back before Regulus sped up again, as good as his word in making James try to keep up.

James' spirited side would not stay down though, and now determined to get a damn laugh out of him today, after over an hour of this James put on a burst of speed and came up under the kid, tugging on his shoes playfully.

Regulus gave him a look of mild indulgence and then did a roll, neatly snatching at the collar of his shirt before taking off again. James laughed in wild delight and gave chase.

It didn’t take long after that before James finally got to hear it. Regulus’s talent on the pitch was finally getting some work out as they began neatly dodging and swerving away from each other to continue the silly game, and when James gave a dangerous twist on his broom to get a good prod in at Regulus’s ribs, Reg laughed in such jubilation James’s grip actually slipped, and he tumbled off the broom still chuckling.

Falling through the air with little regard for the summoning spell, he calmly waited for his broom to catch up before he hit the nearest tree; he wasn’t at all expecting something much larger to collide with him.

Regulus actually tried to catch him though, and it wasn’t a neat field at all, the ‘oof’ noise all both of them got as warning before they were falling head over heels on each other and found themselves at the bottom of a tree still laughing.

There were twigs and leaves sticking out of Regulus’s perfectly mussed hair the lunatic hadn’t even tied back( like Padfoot always did). James’s glasses were lopsided from the journey and never in his life could have mistaken him for Sirius as the Reg lay over him, smiling down in such a unique way. It wasn’t as carefree as his adopted brother, but something more rich, James had had to earn these little spurts of delight slipping out of his lips and the sun was beating down warm on the pair of them in this shaded grove where he was being straddled by his very solid body, the brooms now hovering over them both of no concern as they tried to get their breath back.

One of Regulus’s hands came down to plant firmly on the grass and finally shift his weight around…and the other lingered on his chest…and then suddenly the laughter was tapering off but neither of them moved as they kept breathing little gusts of air into each other’s faces…

Regulus’s eyes had little flecks of light in them, the darkest of green like the very bottom leaves giving a hint of sun. The twisted strands of his hair were tickling James’s ears, and his mouth was so close… James’s hands were tingling on Regulus’s waist like he’d been about to push him off but had stopped for some bizarre reason… Regulus’s hand was moving across his chest, his heart thundering a tempo so hard he knew it must have been felt and maybe he’d hit his head for not shoving him away as slowly those fingers rested on his chin and was angling his lips-

Thoughts crashed into his mind as he finally sat up with a gasp, crashing their foreheads together. He’s to young! He could be here to secretly kill them! He’s Sirius’s little brother!   That last one really should have been the first!

Regulus flew into the tree and drew his wand on pure instinct, shooting a red beam of light at him wordlessly, which he ungracefully dodged and nearly landed back in his lap with only a few sparse grass pieces still between them. That shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. He’s sixteen, he scolded himself, you’ve only just turned eighteen, it’s not that big of a - stop rationalizing this!

“Sorry,” James found himself foolishly gasping long after his fall and enjoyment had subsided. “I um,” he laughed and sounded crazier than Peeves. He was still warm and felt hypertensive in new parts of his body all over. 

He’d been avoiding Regulus because some part of him had feared he’d been here on You-Know-Who’s orders to pull Sirius away from him, but that felt like insanity to keep thinking now when he looked at the stunned teenager before him who was quickly turning red and tugging his sleeve down, looking anywhere but at him. “Where’s Sirius?” His voice had been so small and broken, the water smearing if any tears had been on his face that night, James had yelled for him without a second thought as he ushered him inside. He’d been tugging on the sleeve of his shirt then too.

He’s Sirius’s little brother! That more than anything he could never talk himself through what had almost happened. By all respects, Regulus should have easily fallen into his kid brother, not… whatever that had been!

“Sorry,” he said again, though what he was apologizing for he had no clue. Regulus had been about to kiss him- Merlin Regulus had been about to kiss him!- but he’d pushed him away and was being the mature one here. 

Regulus still hadn’t said a word.

James stumbled to his feet, feeling far to shaky on his legs, and started reaching for his broom before it occurred to him he should ask Regulus why he’d been about to kiss him!

When he turned back though all his progress had been tarnished as fast as that moment he would never think of again! and Regulus was brushing his robes back into their flawless style and plucking the twigs from his hair with that unbreakable exterior around him. He strolled right by James without glancing at him and mounted his broom, kicking off and vanishing before James could cobble a single word together in his head, let alone past his lips which were not still tingling in anticipation!

Sadly, Regulus seemed to have an impeccable sense of direction and never once glanced over his shoulder as he maneuvered his way back to the Potter’s home, and by the time James had landed too Reg- Sirius’s little brother! - was opening the door and going back for the stairs to his room. 

James was swallowing convulsively the entire time he followed him back to Regulus’s room, and his heart gave the most painful twinge yet when he saw Regulus was unpacking his things. “Don’t leave,” James was shifting his broom from hand to hand, zero clue what else to say. “Your safe here, from whatever you’re running from-”

“I’m not a coward!”

 His voice broke on the last word, he still wouldn’t look at him, though James wouldn’t be surprised to find chips of ice on his clothes even without the use of a hex. His broom slipped from his fingers as he shivered and he didn’t pick it back up. Instead he winced and said swiftly, “I know! Merlin, I can’t even imagine the kind of bravery it takes to skiv off from my parents for real! I joke about it all the time running around out there, but, you, you and Sirius-”

“He once offered…me and Sirius were supposed to go live at the Leaky Cauldron,” Merlin help him Regulus’s voice was wobbling horribly and he still wouldn’t look at him as he most with practice ease around the room already sorting his things together. “I came here because I thought that was still a choice, but I won’t ask him now. Besides he, he doesn't want…” he stopped, there was an ominous sniff as he began tying bags together. “Just leave me alone.”

“Sirius does want you in his life,” James' hands burned to wrap back around Regulus’s waist now. “He’s worried about you, not, um, he doesn't think you’re a coward either, he’s so, so proud of you-”

“Is he proud of this!” Regulus whirled around and tore back his sleeve, where a snake intertwined a black skull. “It’s no wonder you’ll never- I mean Sirius won’t ever accept me! Nobody will, I, I’ll just, I’ll figure something out!”

Regulus snatched up all his belongings in one hand and fished for gold with the other, he didn’t pull his sleeve back down as the galleons flashed in his fingers. “For your parents, thank them for me, for everything.” He held the coins out expectantly.

He didn’t raise his hand up to grab them, and Regulus scoffed and put them on the nightstand before trying to sweep past him.

James snatched his wrist into his hand before he could go, his fingers too warm on the writhing, moving, permanent mark.

He’s to young…but Regulus had seen more than some adults and was making no move to push him away as he leaned in.

This could all be one very large, overt ruse… but there was a vulnerability in those red-rimmed black eyes that screamed for help.

He’s Sirius’s little brother!

That little voice was quiet and very ignorable as James left his mouth hovering so, so close. He placed his fingers under his chin and tipped his lips a breath apart and whispered, “don’t go.” He pressed in tentatively, gently, and Regulus relaxed beneath his grip for countless, wonderful seconds before he leaned back.

James did so too at once and stepped away, but his hand lingered around the thin wrist when Regulus didn’t pull that back, his heart betrayed the calm he still kept in place as it flew faster than Prongs in his chest.

“Don’t-” Regulus paused and cleared his throat, the slight redness to his eyes had vanished, but he sounded level again. Not pushing him away, but not inviting him back to that openness in their clearing. “I don’t need your pity, if you don’t, well I’ve had a crush on you since I first heard you laugh and, don’t, do, this.” He gestured vaguely around to take in the house with his other hand. James only now realized his things had fallen away with no clue when that happened.

James would have rather been kicked as he realized the implications he hadn’t thought through and gave a hollow laugh. “I would never chase someone I had no intentions on making good promises on.” His mouth yearned to have that warmth covered again, Regulus watched him with such a keen interest he wanted more than anything to know at this moment. “I won’t hide this from Sirius, if that’s what you’re afraid of, no matter what his opinion is. I, had fun today, and I’d like you to stay and see, how this, goes.” He finished carefully.

“Okay,” Regulus finally pulled his wrist free, but he still didn’t pull the sleeve of his shirt back down. He instead calmly picked his things back up and went back to sorting them out in his room. James stayed at the door the whole time, watching in fascination again every little thing. 

They didn’t touch again as they went down to the sitting room and did homework the rest of the evening, but they talked. A lot. It started easily with Quidditch and got a bit awkward if either of them tried to stray away from that topic, but by the time the fireplace whooshed to life in a cloud of green, the two were smiling at each other and swapping back and forth about their favorite places in Hogsmeade.

Sirius beamed at the sight and said cheerfully, “glad you two had fun!” Then his eyes fell on the rolled up sleeve and nearly fell out of his head.

“You have no idea,” James grinned without looking away from those dark eyes.

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Finally

A/N: After nearly three months of not posting, I finally completed a fic. Feel free to give me feedback on this and just know my inbox is always open.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius finally gives you the ring he promised you two years ago.

Warnings: THIS IS A PART TWO TO FUTURE TALK - read part one before this one! Mentions of death and most likely mistakes I missed

Word Count: 1,1k

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Two years have passed since the war ended. None of you thought to see the day when you could safely leave your house without having the sickly thought of being followed. Although it felt nice to no longer be at risk, most of the order was gone. A lot of lives were taken in order for war to end. The deaths of Marlene and Dorcas hit you the hardest, and you only wished they could once again live their lives unafraid.

Sirius also wished the same for his kid brother, Regulus. He felt so proud of him when it became known that it was Regulus who betrayed Voldemort and helped destroy him but that didn’t stop Sirius from feeling guilty, he left Regulus alone when he should have been there protecting him from the evil world.

James and Lily were finally safe to come out of hiding, and Remus could finally spend another full moon with his friends altogether. It became known that Peter was working alongside Voldemort, however he was still a part of your family and the five of you began to work on forgiving and trusting him again.

Since that night you and Sirius spoke about your futures together, Sirius has been waiting for the perfect time to go ring shopping and pick out the perfect one for you. He only hoped that you didn’t forget about that night and that your engagement, if he could call it that was still on. He just waited on the perfect day to go to the jewelry store.

Thankfully distracting you wasn’t a difficult task as you took up the duty on renovating the Grimmauld Place during the weekends with the help of Kreacher—somehow the house elf took a liking for you. The only issue now was trying to get James to go with him, ever since Lily became pregnant with their second child James has become clingier then ever and demands to be at his wife’s side 24/7.

“C’mon James, this is a special moment for me, and I need you, as my future best man, to accompany me!” Sirius pleaded.

James stood for a moment thinking with a finger over his lips. “No.” He said. Sirius let out a frustrated sigh.

“I went with you! Why won’t you come with me?”

“Because Sirius, what if Lily needs something and she can’t get it or what if Harry gets into something he isn’t supposed to get into?” James proceeded to look over to his three-year-old who was inches away from pulling their cat’s tail. James ran to move Harry away and placed him on his hip.

“James if you don’t come with me, I won’t visit you for a week and I’ll take Harry with me!” Sirius said in a semi threatening tone.

“You wouldn’t?!”

“Oh, I would, without hesitation James. Without hesitation.” Sirius began taking Harry out of his father’s arms, making James grip his son slightly tighter.

“Fine, I’ll go…if Lily gives me permission.” Sirius rolled his eyes as James ran to where Lily was.

Convincing Lily only took three seconds, which wasn’t very surprising considering she would complain to you on how annoying James was becoming and she needed a break from him. James and Sirius were now entering their fifth jewelry store, Sirius was having the hardest time finding the perfect ring for you.

Sirius was extremely close into taking home an Emerald ring with a silver band until James said it looked too Slytherin. However, James was becoming incredibly picky with any ring Sirius was close to buying.

“James, I hope you know this ring is for Y/n and not for you.” Sirius said slightly annoyed.

After visiting three more stores, Sirius and James both found a ring that they would both agree on. The ring would perfectly match your skin tone along with the stone. The next step on his plan was to figure out a good way to propose to you.

Sirius spent at least two weeks coming up with ideas, but nothing seemed good enough until he remembered the exact words, he said to you two years prior.

“I want you to marry me after this god-awful war, I want to marry you and I want to have children with you. I want the happiness, the love, the joy, the tears, and even the sadness and anger. I want it all with you. Take this as a proposal or whatever but I want to marry you after all this.”

Sirius thought to himself if it was a good idea to do it this way, but he promised you a ring and he’s going to give you said ring. Stuffing the ring into this jacket, he apparated to where you were as you were starting to spend more days renovating the once horrid house.

Entering the house, he noticed the walls were freshly painted and furniture that was more up to date. Hearing your softs singing coming the kitchen, Sirius ran down the hallway ignoring Kreacher’s comments towards him running in the house.

He stood by the entrance for a few seconds, admiring you as you were in your own world painting the cabinets. Taking out the ring box from his jacket, he opened it looking at the ring once more before placing it front of you.

Slightly confused at what was blocking your view, you pushed Sirius’ hand back to have a clear look at what he was trying to show you.

“Sirius what is this?” You asked, still staring at the ring.

“It’s the ring I promised you, my love.” He spoke softly. You felt your heart start to pound at his words. “Two weeks ago, I went out to buy it with Prongs just how I said I would.”

Tears began to fill your eyes as you turned around to face him, you honestly didn’t think he remembered since none of those thoughts were never spoken about since that night.

“I want to continue being with you for the rest of my life, you’re already working on our future home and it’s only fair that we live in it as a married couple. So, will you ma— “

“Sirius just put the damn ring on me already! Of course, I’ll marry you!” You said excitedly, cutting him off.

Sirius laughed as he took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You held your left hand up, admiring the beautiful ring he chose for you.

“It’s perfect darling. I love you and can’t wait for what the future brings us” You said, kissing him afterwards.

“I love you too and I can’t wait either.” Sirius and you held each other tightly, not wanting the moment to end.

“We’re still naming our future kid Elvendork, right?” You said, breaking the silence.

“For Merlin’s sake Y/n, when are you letting the name go?”