Gifts For Little Brothers

—gifts for little brothers

pairing: regulus Black x sirius black (platonic)

summary: regulus had never once in his life received a christmas present until this morning

warnings: none

authors note: I wrote this ages ago lol

regulus was rather sad as he awoke on the morning of the 25th december. normally, every boy would be impatient and looking forward to this special day all december long. but christmas was nothing special in the black family.

at least not special regarding the wishes of a nine year old boy, such as regulus was one. he was dreading to stand up and get dressed. he hated these days. days on which special guests would visit the black house and join the festivities.

but to regulus' misfortune his mother, walburga black, held these events in a really high course. so she always made sure everything, especially her family, would be perfect when their guests arrived.

so just a few seconds after his awakening, a house elf knocked on the black wooden door to regulus' room.

„kreacher was told to make sure master regulus would be awake by now", the rather ugly-looking house elf spoke, as he lifted the curtains of regulus big window.

„thank you, kreacher. would you please tell my mother that im getting ready now?", the boy lifted his blanket and climbed out of his giant bed. When he was younger (about a year or two) he would use a small ladder to get in and out of it.

„of course, master regulus."

the elf turned around and made his way out of the room, just as regulus opened the door to his closet, to reveal the neat suit that was hanging on the back side of its door.

regulus sighed, again, knowing how formal and unrelaxed this day would go for him.

as regulus made his way out of the closet (no pun intended), formely dressed and ready, at that, he heard a soft knock at his door.

"yes?", asked regulus as he watched the door expectively. in marched his brother, formely known as sirius black.

"sirius!", regulus grinned as his brother closed the door quietly and made his way to the bed to sit down comfortably.

"hello regulus", sirius spoke. "how are you feeling this fine morning?"

"bored"

"no wonder", sirius adjusted his position. "mother is more stressed than last year, because a few special guests will come this year". sirius rolled his eyes so high, that regulus could only see the white in them.

"more special than last year?", regulus asked, worriedly, still remebering the unexpected visit of the prime minister from the year before and his mothers not so relaxed reaction to that. the brothers had to hide under a table the whole evening long, in fear to fall into the aroused hands of their mother.

"apparently" sirius sighed and rubbed his temple. "i can't wait to go to hogwarts and get out of all of this"

"you know that she will still make you come, right?", regulus asked

"of course, but atleast i don't have to put up with this the whole year. i will get a tiny bit of freedom and only come on the day of the festivity so i don't have to be present when this woman throws one of her tantrums."

"if only i could come with you"

"dont worry, little brother. its only one more year and than you can join me at hogwarts. but now, i have a little surprise for you"

regulus raised his eyebrows at sirius and sat down next to him on the large bed. "a surprise? what do you mean?"

"i mean this"

sirius reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a little box, messily wrapped in paper.

"what is this?", regulus asked

"its a present, reg. i read about it in a muggle book. this is what other kids get on christmas morning"

regulus brought the box up to his eyes to inspect it further.

in his nine years living, regulus arcturus black had never received a present. because of that he never got to know, what the term actually meant. he admired his brother for knowing all this, because he always knew things that regulus didn't. it was sirius big interest of knowledge, of freedom and the thought of knowing things his mother wouldn't let the teacher inflict on them.

regulus, on the other hand, wasn't like that. he never had enough bravery to do the things his mother didn't want him to. so adapted to everything he was allowed to do and tried to like it.

as regulus finally unwrapped the present a small amulette fell into his hands. as he opened it he could saw a picture of him and his brother on the right side and his full name and a rather weird looking painting at the left side.

"that is the star that you're named after, regulus", sirius spoke after he noticed the confusion on regulus' face.

regulus smiled. "thank you sirius. i like it very much". the nine year old let his arms fall to the sides of his brother and hugged him messily.

after this, the brothers stood up and made their way out of the door to finally face their mother and get in position for the arrival of their guests.

quietly, just for himself, regulus swore he would never forget, how his heart felt warm and his eyes started to fill with light tears, as sirius black gave him the first and only present he had ever received...

—it’s nice to have a friend

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: mentions of blood and injury

note: I'm sorry this is so short ahhhh!! I had to re-do this post because it kept on disappearing, I hope everything's fixed now!!

"y/n?" his voice called from far away. you couldn't see anyone, it was so dark, but you could definitely make out his voice. Anthony Lockwood had found you.

the relief you felt was indescribable.

"Lockwood?" you muttered, still not able to open your eyes

"shit, y/n" Lockwood said

now you couldn't just hear him, but feel his touch too. he was holding your shoulders. you slowly opened your eyes and were met with the concerned Anthony Lockwood.

he helped you to sit up, your back leaning against the kitchen counter, while he took the glass of water from off the sink, you had filled, before you had passed out. he passed it to you, and helped you steady your hand while you drank

"what happened, y/n?" he put the glass down on the ground beside you and tried feeling your forehead.

the dried blood was all over your face. it reeked from a little cut right at your eyebrow. you thought it would be fine. but being awake all day and then taking a hit to the head seemed to have been enough to send your body to sleep

"oh" you said, touching the cut and noticing that the blood hadn't dried yet. you couldn't have been out for long. "just a little run in with a ghost. looks worse than it is"

"I found you passed out on the kitchen floor. blood everywhere, for a short second I thought you were-" he didn't finish his sentence. he just looked down ashamed

you leaned forward, knowing the story of his family's loss. "oh, Lockwood" you muttered, softly touching his cheeks.

he looked up and found your eyes. your smile was familiar, and his heartbeat rested upon your sight. he couldn't imagine life without you

"promise me to not ever go out alone when its dark"

"yes, I promise"

"good" Lockwood leaned forward and embraced you in a hug.

you spent a few more minutes sitting on the floor and talking about unimportant things, before he helped you to go to bed. spending the night sleeping on your couch, even aftr you had told him, that you'd be glad to share the bed. Lockwood was always a gentleman

—i wish i could take your pain away too

pairing: wanda maximoff x sister!reader

summary: wanda had just lost pietro, but there was still someone who’d like to comfort her.

warnings: mentions of death (suicide) and grief

authors note: check out treacherous on my wattpad!! (@lovelyxblossom)

wanda laid on her bed in the compound. she had just finished counting the lamps and was now moving on to the dark patches, as it knocked on her door.

“Come in” she called, without moving a muscle

“how are you?“ wanda would’ve instantly groaned if it weren’t for the person asking the question.

y/n walked into the room, laying down next to her sister.

“it feels different- lonely. we were never separate”

y/n nodded her head and took wandas hand in hers. “i can still feel him“ she said. “it makes me think about sokovia. when we were kids. he would hold my hand when we went to the market, he never left my side“

“I’m sorry, I’ve been locked away all week, I should’ve come to you, I’m the older sister, not you“

“don’t be. i assumed it would be worse for you. you knew him longer and you’re his twin“

“that doesn’t change anything, y/n. he was still your brother“

y/n smiled and laid her arms around her sister. “he will be fine, I’ll take care of it“

tears rolled down both their faces.

“i know you will” wanda said after a few seconds of silence.

“i wish i could do anything for you though”

“you just did”

y/n looked at her with sorrowful eyes, as she shook her head.

“wanda, i wish i could take your pain away too”

before wanda could answer, she sensed a presence behind the door and sighed.

“vision?”

“i apologize I don’t mean to intrude”

“you don’t?”

“well, i suppose, yes i did intend to come in here”

wanda chuckled and patted the empty spot to her right. “come here”

vision looked around the room in question before sitting down next to her.

“were you alone this whole time? i heard you talking so i-“

“i spoke to my sister”

“but, wanda? you don’t have a sister”

“i had a sister. her name was y/n she died while she was experimented on“

“oh, i apologise. you two were the only ones to survive the experiments, so I just thought…“

“..that it was just us two. only pietro and i“ wanda finished for him.

“yes. but why was it different with her?“ vision asked unsurely. “wasn’t she strong enough?”

at that wanda snapped. “she was stronger than pietro and i combined”

“I’m sorry wanda, I shouldn’t have-“

“no it’s alright. you couldn’t know. the experiments worked on us all. especially her. her abilities were unbelievable powerful. she was able to communicate with the dead, change someone’s destiny. bring death or take it away. she could do as she pleased. her powers had no limit. and that was the problem“

she made a pause and took visions hand in hers. “they- they wanted to see if there was a limit, so they let her use her powers on people, innocent people. random men and women, sometimes even children. she only did it because she was promised that pietro and i would be killed if she didn’t obligated. she was so happy when she was a child, but once these powers consumed her, she became sad and the darkness started to control her. but she was always kind, so she resisted just enough”

vision drew his hand through wandas hair, as he listened to her story.

“then came the day. they brought us to watch- me and pietro. and they brought in a little boy. he screamed and cried and y/n did too. but she had to kill him. but when it came to the resurrection she couldn’t do it. i remember her laying on the floor, trying to wake the little boy. and i could hear her scream”

vision looked down at that

“and she looked at us, and she looked so much younger than you look like at 15, because she was just a child. a little girl, and they made a killer out of her. I told them to bring her out to us. to let us calm her down and comfort her. pietro screamed at the guards as they said no to our appeal. and our little sister, she was still there, in the white, isolated box, the dead little boy next to her. she kept looking at us. i could see her veins turn dark when she touched the boys heart, like they did every time she took away someone’s pain. I could see her cry and plead. and i took pietros hand because I was scared. I was so scared”

wanda cried silently. vision intertwined their fingers and tried to sooth her.

“when the black veins reached her shoulders, that was the moment I realised something was wrong. she kept crying and screaming and we could still hear it through the thick glass. she seemed to be in immense pain, both physically and mentally. I was in a trance, I just stood there as i watched and cried.”

vision softly squeezed her hand, watching helplessly as tears ran down wanda’s face.

“but pietro pleaded to take her out, to stop whatever was going on. but they said no. they kept repeating that they wanted to see where this was going so we just stood there and did nothing. her cries grew louder and finally we could hear a last scream, before she collapsed on the floor. then nothing. nobody did anything. they waited. and after 20 minutes of us pleading and nothing happening the little boy sat up. that was the moment i knew. our sister had given her life to save someone else’s. we could just see the back of her head. and when they turned her around we screamed, her hair had turned from red to black. her whole face was littered with black veins and her eyes didn’t look like a bright blue sky anymore. the wouldn’t even let us to her. they just took her away”

“I’m so sorry wanda, that is horrible. and now this whole thing with pietro. I can’t put into words what I’d like to say to you”

“don’t worry vision. as I said before, I just talked to y/n, she told me that pietro was save and that she was able to take his pain away”

“but is it real? when you talk to her I mean? or is it only in your head?”

“if it’s just in my head, it doesn’t make it anything less real, does it?”

“I suppose you’re right”

they fell into silence as they watched the stars outside of wandas window.

wanda only looked away when she heard a cough. she turned to her door. there stood y/n and next to her- pietro! they both smiled and waved at her and wanda did it back. she watched as y/n took pietros hand in her own, just like she did when they were children-, and they both threw a last lingering gaze at wanda. then they walked through the door as they vanished into thin air.

——

-> just posted my maximoff sibling fic (evina maximoff) on my wattpad profile (lovelyxblossom)

here’s the link:

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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 || ( 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓 )

❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 ❞ ↳ in which evina maximoff tries to make everything right part 1 of t...

If you want to check it out, I’d be happy

this is too funny 😂

pls write something for anthony lockwood.. i would take anything at this point.

if you’d like you could write something in an awkward situation (like the deleted towel scene, but like lockwood x reader). i’m a sucker for these.

maybe they could be in love with each other and usually have this tension, then the awkward situation could lead them to confess.

thank you and dw if you don’t want to write this, i’ll literally read ANYTHING :))

knock knock knocking(on heavens door) - anthony lockwood x reader

a/n: im so sorry this is terrible and also so short 😭 i migjt need to sleep

warnings: mentions of death, ooc, unedited and so fucking awkward 😭

You were an idiot. There were no other words you could think other than those in relation to the events of this very morning.

George snickered, “Surely it wasn’t that bad.” You groaned again, face buried in your hands.

“It was miserable!” You exclaimed, arms thrown up in the air-a textbook example of embarrassed outrage, “This is the end for me! I’m never leaving my room again, you’ll have to slide the delicious meals you’ll make me through a newly created slot in the door. Forget dying on a job, I’m going to pass from vitamin D deficiency!”

“Uhm…Sorry?” George says, ever the portrait of empathy. You tell him as much. “Hey! I’d have more sympathy for you if you told me what actually happened.”

~~~

You had a question to do with a new case the agency had just accepted and George and Lucy had been out shopping, so you ran towards Lockwoods room and threw the door open. Your eyes were stuck on the files in your hands so you were not aware of any of your surroundings.

“Hey, question for you-“ A strangled yelp cut you off and you found yourself face to face with a very flustered Anthony Lockwood, who was currently wearing only a pair of sweatpants and in the process of removing a plain white t-shirt.

“Oh…” You searched for words. He cleared his throat and attempted to gain control of the situation.

“…Morning.” He nodded at you, as if his face were not an obscene red. You looked at his nose, knowing any lower and you’d end up staring at either his lips or bare chest, and any higher and you’d have to face the most awkward eye contact you’d ever experienced.

“Yes.” You nodded back, as if you heard what he’d said over the blood rushing through your ears. “I’m-You-I need you?”

The silence was loud.

“To answer a question of mine, that is, but um…you’re clearly busy so I will see myself out.”

Hey! I love your Lockwood&Co. works, they are so good, so I wanted to know if you could write something for Anthony Lockwood with the only one bed trope, just some awkwardness and fluff if thats possible

—cruel summer

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!kipps!reader

summary: there’s just one bed, luckily y/n is the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or is she?

note: forced proximity, awkwardness, n/n= nickname

also thanks for your sweet words!! ❤️

“well, this is unfortunate” Lockwood muttered upon the sight in front of you. there was only a single bed in the motel room you two had booked for the night, with the rest of the rooms rented out as well

“oh, shit” you agreed, nodding

it wasn’t out of the ordinary that your brothers team would work with Lockwood and co these days. since Quill had lost his talent, he had appointed himself as the new supervisor of the latter. Not that Lockwood and you had minded, you always got a long pretty well, much to the dismay of your brother, but this was definitely uncomfortable.

you were out of london, in a little town, where a more or less dramatic ghost problem had popped up. you had just finished your mission and were about to catch the train, when it was announced that they wouldn’t drive out here until the next week.

so there wasn’t anything else you could do then get a room and wait until Quill would pick you up in the morning. gas was cheaper than paying horrendous cab prices.

“so…” Lockwood trailed off, watching your every move. you had set down your bag and went to inspect the bed. it wasn’t like… small, but it still wasn’t meant for two people

“okay, here’s what we do” you instructed “it’s build out of two parts, we drag them apart and leave a little bit in the middle, so it’s still wide enough for the both of us. then we put a blanket on top, so no one will fall inside, and even if we lay on top of it, the weight of the other will prevent us from falling”

“brilliant” Lockwood nodded open—mouthed. it’s not like he wasn’t used to your incredible intelligence. it had been especially weird when he first met you after knowing Kipps for such a long time. his brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that Quill Kipps out of all people had an extremely brilliant sister.

he helped you move the bed and arranged it to your liking

“just like that” you smiled clapping your hands together

“Kipps must be adopted” Lockwood joked and you smiled at his silliness

“he probably was” you agreed laughing, before you retracted to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. it wasn’t like you brought sleepwear, but you had some comfortable clothing for the long train ride.

“can i come out?” you called into the room after a few minutes

“yes”

you stepped back into the room, just to have your street clothes meet the floor at the sight you were seeing in front of you

“why in hell are you shirtless?” you screeched, bending down and picking up your clothes and throwing the first thing that got into your hand

it wasn’t one of your most brilliant moments, you quickly realized, when it was your bra, Lockwood had caught and was now holding in front of his chest

“why did you throw your bra at me?” he screeched back, matching your tone and holding up the lazed clothing

“i asked first” you stomped forward and ripped the bra out of his hand

“it was hot” he shrugged his shoulders “there’s enough room now, so i thought you wouldn’t mind”

“well, i don’t”

“good”

“good”

you both got into the bed on your respective sides.

“good night”

“night”

— — — —

you were freezing. that’s why you cuddled even deeper into the person next to you. the bed beneath you was cold, so now you were nearly completely laying on his body

his body

—wait

you opened your eyes and noticed that you were no longer laying on the bed. you had fallen in between the open bit in the middle. the gap now as wide as the bed had been. the only thing you had tried to prevent.

but how was that possible? your idea had been perfect. the weight of the other would’ve prevented falling through it.

that’s when you remembered the body next to you. you turned your head and found the eyes of Lockwood, who had just woken up as well and had probably wondered the same as you

“ahhh” you screamed, Lockwood chiming in a second later. you both turned your heads away and found Kipps standing at the end of the room

he now joined your screaming as he noticed you both.

you were sure it had been minutes of you three screaming at each other, before you eventually stumbled onto your feet

“enough” you called

“what are you doing?” Quill stepped forward and stabled your body “why are you naked?” he then asked Lockwood, who was still sitting on the ground, only his trousers covered with the blanket. he was still not wearing a shirt so you deemed the question as fitting.

you swore you had never seen anybody stand up so abruptly like Lockwood, trying to prove that he was indeed not naked

but Quill, assuming the boy was naked, quickly raised his hands, covering his eyes, so he let go of you.

in a series of consequences of his quick actions, Lockwood stumbled forward, dragging you with him, the blanket still wrapped around both of your feet, so you couldn’t prevent you both from falling.

you hit the ground with a thud. a pillow flying up in the air as if you were in a cartoon.

“ouch” you muttered from on top of Lockwood

“i’m not naked” Lockwood said, so Quill would finally release his eyes and help you to stand up

sitting down on the bed across from you, with you both on the other side, he tilted his head.

“tell me what i’m supposed to think, entering this room and seeing you and my sister on the ground cuddling. you wearing nothing and she wearing an oversized shirt”

“well, if you put it like that” Lockwood looked up at the ceiling

“we weren’t cuddling”

“oh believe me, you were”

“yeah, but only because of a series of unfortunate events” Lockwood muttered, matter of factly

“see? i had a brilliant idea that should’ve prevented us from falling into the middle.. somehow it didn’t work”

“what was it?”

“we put that blanket on top. your sister was smart enough to know, that when one of us would lay on top of the middle, the others weight would stop them from falling”

“oh my god” Quill’s head sank into his hands “y/n, this is the first moment ever i’ve seen you being this dense”

“excuse me?!” you shrieked offended

“i mean, isn’t it obvious that to balance the weight, there would’ve needed to be another person on the other side of the bed”

“oh” you exclaimed

“yes oh” Quill laughed “now let me draw this out for you—“

“—i don’t think you need—“ Lockwood tried to stop your brother in the hopes to keep that big of dignity you both had left

“no, no, tony, please be my guest” Quill laughed “n/n, you move a lot in your sleep. you roll onto the middle, and— here i’m giving you the benefit of the doubt— lay there for a few minutes, well only until the blanket gave in. than you fall into the gap, and because tony here is still lying on top of the blanket, he is dragged in with you. and because you’re both heavy sleepers you probably just got comfortable”

“yeah—“

“—that could’ve been what happened—”

“—totally—“

“—obviously”

Quill watched as your heads turned to each other and kept on adding to the words of the other

“let me interrupt this” he muttered standing up from the bed “there’s just one thing i don’t get”

he walked across the room and bent down to the ground, picking up something.

“what is this?” he turned around dramatically and was holding your bra between his pinched fingers

“y/n’s bra?”

“my bra?”

you and Lockwood exclaimed at the same time, like Quill was officially interrogating you

“yeah, but why is y/n’s bra on the ground and not on your body?” he threw it towards you and you caught it

“because it’s uncomfortable?” you asked like it was obvious

“oh, okay, then forget the rest” Quill muttered “see you outside in ten. case closed” he bowed down like he was Mister Sherlock Holmes himself and left the room

“he might not be adopted” Lockwood quickly breathed

“yeah” you agreed “he might not be”

🥹♥️

3 times you and Anthony Lockwood caught each other sleeping, and the 1 time both of you said “screw it.” 

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

PART 4 (Finale)

 Hi y’all! So, I finally finished the last chapter of “Screw it,” as I am now shortening it to. I’m not sure if I’m going to change the title officially or just the title in the masterlist, but that can be figured out at a proper time of day. I wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as I saw it fit to post. Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, and reblogged the parts of this fic. You have no idea how much it all means to me, so thank you <3

Without further ado, I present to you: the fluff.

(Also, please cut me some slack on the House scene. Im not the best at writing fight scenes but im going to try and improve. :) )

TW: murder, abuse, momentary talk of abortion, more cursing than in previous parts, lack of communication, significant fluff.

Word Count: 3.5 K Taglist: @galactidiot

part one part two part three part four

“Guys, guys, guys, I figured it out!” The downstairs members of Lockwood and Co. were not sure you would survive going down the stairs at the speed you went. You half ran into the table, out of breath from zooming two flights of stairs.

Lucy held out her hands to steady you as you caught your breath. “Whatever you’ve figured out can’t be more important than not breaking your neck on the stairs, yeah?” You both gave out a laugh at that. George and Lockwood looked at you two from their places at the sink.

“Sorry about that, but this couldn’t wait,” Lockwood silently set down a cup of tea in front of you. “Abigail’s mother was pregnant when she killed her husband. That’s the reason she made the decision to kill him. She had her youngest child almost exactly 8 months after his death. Her doctor ordered a pregnancy test days before she killed her husband.” You sipped your tea and sent a look of thanks to Lockwood. He only turned and returned to George’s side.

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