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'But she's not for you'
Regulus X reader
Sm songs I listened to while making it.
just kiss her concorde +running to find you minds eye + dealer Lana del ray + destroy myself just for you MONTELL fish+ apocalypse cigarettes after sex + tree house Alex g
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Regulus never thought he could be loved. His parents had engraved it into his head from the moment he was born. Even though he had been in relationships he never felt the love they had to offer. Even when he saw you for the very first time when you were 11 he was sure 'you were the girl but you weren't for him'. Now you are both 16 and his views haven't changed.
Regulus watched you hurry around the campus during his free period. He did it every Tuesday. He would sit in the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to hurry past as you always did at 12:34 almost every week on the dot. Your hands barely gripping onto the various, but same books, you had in your arms threating to slip. 'He was trying to make the words come out knowing he should've kissed you there', If only he could.
He looked out for you in the grand hall his emotionless face observing you. The way your face glowed when talking to people you loved. The way your eyes sparkled talking to Remus about your favourite books. As he watched he didn't notice the ocean blue eyes he was examining, focus on him.
That was the first time y/n had seen him fully, and oh lord how she wished she had seen him this way sooner, his beautiful brown eyes deepened into her gaze. He was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and from his soul to hers he truly did believe it.
His years of pining seemed to come to an abrupt end, by a simple gaze held to long. Any worry’s he had faded away. He couldn't believe that it was even possibly directed at him.
And when you began walking towards him he thought he might just pass out. Even in his dreams he never got this far. As you approached now even closer his heart had already left his body and disappeared into your wholesome being.
rip sirius black you would have LOVED loki
Feeling cute, posting some old works, may delete later😍✨😩🥰 1/2
im sorry but nobody matches each other freak like evan rosier and barty crouch jr!
im going to say it again for the people in the back, NOBODY is EVER going to match each others FREAK like ROSEKILLER
thanks for coming to my ted talk😌
just lovers (like we were supposed to be) peter pettigrew>>>>>>>>>>
jk rowling just didn’t know him like bizarrestars
YOUNG SEVERUS SNAPE AS A VAMPIRE WITH A MENTAL SHIELD GIFT (LEGILIMENS / OCCLUMENCY)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Barty Crouch Jr. Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes
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Summary:
‘Have a problem with that mouth you keep running. Consider yourself lucky no one has come and shut it for you yet,’ Sirius spits, ready to turn around and leave it at that.
‘Why,’ Barty grins. ‘Wanna be the first to try?’
Or, Sirius thinks someone is really ought to teach Barty how to shut the fuck up.
imagine; remus getting this sign at a shop over the holidays in 4th year and finding it hilarious. He buys it, and brings it with him to hogwarts for the dormitory. sirius thinks its fantastic. james is unamused and thinks it practically reveals remus' "furry little problem" ("come on moony dont you think that just adds more suspicion!?"). peter doesn't even notice until someone else points it out, and he agrees with james in front of the others but secretly finds it funny.
—you gave me your word
pairing: potter!reader x platonic!peter pettigrew
summary: james and lily weren't home the night Voldemort came to godric's hollow, but you were
warnings: angst, mentions of death, graphic dialogue
authors note: let me know if I should do a part two!!
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you sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. the radio was playing quietly in the background. james and lily were at an order meeting. while you stayed behind to watch harry. it had taken days to convince james and lily that it was okay if they left for a few hours to go to a meeting. they were scared to leave you all alone in the big house, even when dumbledore sweared that it was safe there. so after days and days of endless talks about your and harrys safety, they finally agreed to go. but not without having a long and painful talk, what to do if danger ensured.
they were gone for about half an hour now, and you just had put harry down for a nap, when you heard it. it wasn’t a normal sound. not the creaking of the door, everytime james would go down into the basement, not the sound of someone going up the stairs. it was a sound from the street. a magical sound.
even when you and james were kids you had this deep gut feeling, that would tell you when something bad was about to happen. call it a magical sixth sense but it had saved james from breaking his arm more than once.
you reacted immediately. you raced up the stairs, down the corridor to harrys room. you grabbed him out of his crib and panicked
no no no
what now, what now?
tears streamed down your face. you held harry with your right arm and tried to sooth his crying. with your left arm you grabbed the little bag of floo powder from your back pocket. you breathed in deeply. then you tiptoed to the door, opening it just a crack.
the first thing you heard were the voices
“where are they?”
the voice was cold and made you shiver immediately. you had never heard him speak, but as soon as hs voice had reached your ears, you had known. known that it was him. voldemort in person.
you walked down the corridor as quietly as you could. trying to reach james and lilys room in time, before they would notice that you were here. there was your escape. the chimney.
you stood before the door, but suddenly there was another voice, which answered the dark lords question. this voice was familiar, too familiar. peter! you made a noise of shock, which, to your misfortune, wasn’t as quiet as you thought.
oh no
the voices downstairs had stopped talking and you could hear footsteps nearing the stairs. as quickly as you could, you opened the door, to your brothers and sister-in-laws bedroom and hexed it shut. this wouldn't keep them out for long, but it would buy you enough time to escape. you layed down harry in the fireplace and opened the bag of flew powder, but winced as loud steps neared the door and you could hear someone knock
“this is the first and only time i’m asking nicely to be let in” his voice sounded scary. you felt like a child as your hands shook and you tried to keep focused on your task at hand.
but at the second loud knock, you were starled so much, that you accidentely let go of the bag, wind flew in trough the opened window and spread the powder all over the floor.
oh no
you rushed to the fireplace and tried to hide harry behind the fire wood as best as you could, you hexed a muffliato, so his crying wouldn’t be heard. then you stepped a few feet away and tried to gather the powder in your hands, which seemed to be an unsolvable task at the moment.
then you heard the door click. all strength left your hand and the collected powder fell to the floor.
the door sprang wide open as a figure dressed in all black entered the room. he was nothing short of what you had imagined him to look like. his eyes were read and looked more dangerous than a wand could ever. you rose to your feet. if you were about to battle voldemort you would stand your ground. to win, but most importantly, to save harry.
“look who we have here” voldemort spoke, “little miss y/n potter. isn’t she your friend?” he turned around to the man trailing behind him.
peter ignored the question, as he lifted up his head and looked you straight in the eye. tears streamed down your face as you mustered your friend.
„you gave me your word“ you spat at him, though he didn’t react and it made you wonder. wonder why he did this to you, wonder why he couldn’t keep his promise, but mostly wonder why there wasn’t a bit of shame or regret to be found in his eyes.
You turned away from Peter and looked at Voldemort
“what do you want from me?” you asked, trying to hide how scared you were.
“not much” voldemort grinned “just the boy”
you furrowed your eyebrows, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “which boy?”
voldemort laughed. the sound made you shiver.
“pettigrew, you wait downstairs”
peter took one last look at you, before he turned around and left the room.
“you tell me where the boy is, now or i’ll kill you”
your heart beat fast as you watched the man infront of you. of course you had known what he would do to you, but you had expected it much sooner.
suddenly, you felt more courage than ever before in your life. “you listen to me carefully, when i tell you, that i will never, not in this life, not if you torture me, not if you cut off every single body part of mine, tell you, where harry is. i would die a thousand deaths, just to keep him safe”
“stupid girl” voldemort screamed filled with range, “crucio”
you fell down on your knees, screaming in pain
“tell me. where the boy is. now!” he demanded
“never!” you screamed, reaching for your wand in the back pocket of your jeans and with all the strength you had left, send a stupefy his way. he blocked the curse and looked even angrier than before.
“now you listen to me closely, you stupid, stupid girl. i was generous, i gave you a choice. all you had to do was tell me where the boy was and you could’ve lived. but stupid girls like you never listen. i’m gonna kill you now and you will see that it won’t be fast. thats what you get for talking back and disrespecting the dark lord.”
“i will never have any respect for you”
only seconds after, the pain set in and it was the worst pain you had ever felt in you entire life. you felt how the curse was draining your life out. how it killed every cell in your body painfully slow. voldemort watched you for a few minutes. satisfaction on his face as he watched you cry out in pain. after a few minutes he had enough and turned to leave. he wanted that you died all by yourself.
but still, trough all the pain you were experiencing you managed to grab just a bit of the spreaded powder, that was laying next to you on the floor.
and in mere seconds, just as voldemort turned his back to you and the muffliato you had performed on harry was about to dissolve, because of how fast it had to be cast and only you concentrating on it kept it working, you tossed the powder into the fireplace and mumbled the code word, that would send harry immediately to dumbledore.
voldemort reacted too late. as he turned around he could only see the green flames brightly glowing. no one to be seen in the fireplace itself. he looked at you laying on the ground, still in so much pain, but smiling triumphantly.
“oh great dark lord, didn’t you notice the little baby in the fireplace?”
voldemort growled at you and with one last swoosh of his wand he had slashed your troat. he took one long satisfied look at you, your eyes open, glisterned from laughing and a big smile on your lips.
he left the room. filled with range and anger. even if voldemort had killed you, he had still lost.
peter opened the door to the little room, after voldemort had left. his eyes fell to your body on the floor, a tear streaming down his face. even if you were dead, he could still read the betrayal and unanswered question in your eyes.
“peter” you seemed to say to him. “what did you do?”
it was probably that question alone that would haunt him to the end of his days...
i was asked by my friend group, who mainly is only into the pjo/magnus chase/ one kane chronicles person, what my top 10 fav ships were.
everything i put down was either maurauders fandom (jegulus, wolfstar, dorlene), kny (sanegiyuu, sabiyuu, obamitsu), or pjsk (akitoya, ruikasa, kanamafu)
they were so fucking confused and it was so funny omg 😭😭
Wildest Dreams • Sirius Black
yes it’s based after Bridgerton
October 31st, Halloween, night of Black Family’s, All Hallows Eve cotillion
Hearing the music, I knew we were close. I peered through the curtain of the carriage, breathing deeply as I leaned back into my seat. I opened my mirror compact, checking if my mask had stayed in place. Darting my eyes from the wall ahead of me then back at the compact was a sign, you would take as me being nervous.
Which I was. The marauders, We’ve been weird, They all have things going on that all of a sudden is more important than us. I grumbled as the carriage came to a stop, Beginning to fix my cape before stepping down. Taking another deep breath before putting my shoulders back and beginning to make my way into the creepy, dead looking, manor. After examining the lovely halloween decorations I scampered into the manor.
After giving my cape to one of the servers, I walked out into the main room and was immediately welcomed by the smell of pastries, and the sight of people waltzing around the dance floor to famous muggle instrumentals. I kept looking around, trying to distinguish a friend from the rest of the people. Letting out a sigh of relief as I find a look alike to Peter, I mean I did make his suit.
I sauntered over to the boy, smiling widely as I witnessed his pupils widening the second we made eye contact. He smiled at me, complimented my dress, my hair, my everything. He’s sweet, truly is. Feeling like taking a seat, I asked Peter to save us a place as I went to go get some pastries. Arriving to the pastries table, I spotted a boy.
He looked a lot like Sirius, We aren’t on speaking terms currently by the way. After eyeing the boy for almost 5 minutes, i felt my heart dropped as the boy let me know he spotted me by offering a dance with him, that I wouldn’t have to keep looking back at him.
Well as much as I’d love too, I have a table to get back to i replied. Finishing my Iced Tea or whatever it’s called before strolling back to my table. I knew who the young man was the second he began tapping his fingers against each other, with the same smirk on his face. It was Regulus Black of course. I smirked to myself as I leaned back, crossing my arms and legs.
After multiple songs, I found myself picking at my nails, letting out a sigh and turning my head to face Peter asking the boy to dance. Agreeing before we both went off to dance with the others in the crowd, the boy mentioned something about the muggles party. After a while, my feet began to hurt and I was on the verge of calling it quits before my favorite piece began playing. I looked back for Peter, it turns out he was swept away while I had my back turned.
I felt my quick heart beat as I looked for a new partner, Spotting one that looks like Sirius. At some point I meet eye contact with the mysterious man, and I feel myself go pale. I could recognize that straight, shoulder length, greasy zone head of hair from anywhere. It belonged to the one and only, Severus Snape. The bastard even had the nerve to look me in the eye and ask who I was ogling my eyes at. Slowly turning my back to the boy, I began looking for another person.
The next thing I know, a stranger appeared in front of me, bashfully asking me to dance with him. I looked at him, examining his appearance for a quick second. His pupils were widened as he looked me, almost a desperate look that also leveled with adoration, if you know what I mean.
I placed my hand on his shoulder, before using my other to place his hand on my middle back, then connect our two free hands. I used this time to examine him. So familiar yet so strange. He was leading the dance, going rather slow but not bad at all. He asked “how long it’s been?”, Pardon, since what?
Oh bloody hell. Oh no.
I felt my heart begin racing, uncontrollably. I had to think of a response quick! I haven’t spoken to Sirius in quite a bit. I shivered before asking him what he meant by how long it’s been. He was referring to the last time we spoke, I felt my heart drop. The fact that I can’t remember when made me realize how much i actually missed the boy.
I felt my hair shift as he led us into a slide step, I felt his warm breath as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. I breathed deeply before Sirius apologized, he apologized and said he’d make an unbreakable vow to get me to believe him. I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes, I love him, I do. But I can only take so many apologies, and I let him know that.
He promised it’d be the last time, and asked what he could do to fix everything. I could tell he meant it, all of it. But it doesn’t change that his actions have affected me, But I’m also not the best either. I don’t know, that’s what i told him. Because I don’t. How do I feel? That’s a new one in a way.
I feel like as if you don’t take me seriously, and you’ve been taking slight advantage of the fact that i’ve trailed after you like an abandoned dog for years. I feel that you love me, as much as i love you. But you don’t know how to express it without saying something you see as stupid.
I’ve yearned for you, for many years. You let me see the parts of you, you refuse to show anyone else and it’s made me fall madly in love with you. But of course, I couldn’t say that. I asked the boy to dance rather than speak, just to treasure this moment.
He parted into a wide grin, tightening his grip on my waist as we turned. At this moment it feels like as if there’s no one around us. His eyes on mine, and mine on his. I began laughing loudly as he spun me into the air, We waltzed around the ballroom with no care, no disruptions. The next thing I know, we’re bowing to each other and he sticks his arm out to walk with him.
Truthfully, I accepted that gesture. He asked where to lead us to for our conversation. Which reminds me, this manor looks a lot like the one my mother would take me to play with this snobby, “that’s mine!”, rich boy. So i recommend the terrace over looking the back garden. He looked at me questioning if I’d been there before.
I told him the story of my younger friend, and he looked at me with his eyes widened, exclaiming I was the orphan he was forced to play with. I giggled as he led the way to the terrace.
What a small world.
Sirius Black would LOVE Britney Spears
this is cannon now