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mxrvelous · 4 years

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Dating Regulus Black would include...

TW: mentions and descriptions of smut, attempted sexual assault (nothing major)

He’s a Soft Boy no doubt.

and a Shy Boy

It took him months to ask you out

and your relationship is a complete secret

He doesn’t want a public relationship because of his family and stuff

But behind closed doors…

MHHMMM he’s a registered romantic

always buys you flowers

and if you don’t like flowers he buys you one of those fruit bouquets that look like flowers

and if you don’t like fruit he’ll buy you candy

and jewelry

expensive jewelry like Cartier and Tiffany’s

One day, after a night in his dorm room, you hear him singing in the shower

in French

and your ears have never been more blessed.

this boy has a gifted voice

soft and smooth

and he speaks French???

when he got out of the shower you harassed him about it

“Reg, you didn’t tell me you could sing. Or that you spoke French!”

As I mentioned, he’s a Shy Boy

so he gets all flustered

“What? No. I can’t sing.”

“I heard you in the shower.”

“I’m not even that good, y/n/n”

I forgot to mention he’s an Insecure Boy

He puts himself down and compares himself to other people, especially Sirius a lot

You obviously try to change his attitude

“Reg, you’re phenomenal! you have the voice of an angel.”

“Y/n/n, I really don’t…”

He’s so stubborn and insecure it makes you angry

But everyone has insecurities, so you understand where he’s coming from.

You always have to reassure him you love him.

Sometimes the way that persuades him the most are the simple things you do.

when you say things like

“Have you eaten enough? Has enough water?”

“I feel safe around you.”

“I hate everybody except you.” when you’re in a bad mood

His heart just warms up at the simple things.

He also hates getting things.

Like birthday and Christmas and anniversary presents

He’ll spoil you since he’s rich and loves to give you things

but feels bad and embarrassed when you give him things.

at first, you thought he didn’t like what you gave him

and that made you sad

then you realized it wasn’t your fault

It was the fact that he never got very thoughtful presents growing up

and that made you even sadder

because most people light up when they’re given a homemade card or present

Reg is just ashamed in a way

He doesn’t do it on purpose

He doesn’t want you to feel upset

He just can’t control it.

(He eventually realizes that most people, unlike his parents, are caring and thoughtful. He gladly accepts presents after some time passes. He grew a certain fondness for homemade things, like sewn sweaters, cards, collages of pictures, etc. Especially if you’re not very crafty and they’re wonky.)

Steamy times ahead

You had your first time in 6th year.

Nothing was planned

you were both virgins.

it just happened one night.

You were in his dorm

And it started with a kiss

Then he was on top of you

gently thrusting into you

and you never felt so good in your life

He finished in under 3 minutes

and was very embarrassed

He kept apologizing

you told him it was fine and everyone’s first time is awkward

Then he finished you with his long and skinny fingers

and he was less embarrassed

It was a couple months after your first time and you had sex a couple times after that

But you started to notice he was avoiding sex

You understood, assumed maybe he was stressed with school or family or something

But then he became distant

You started feeling insecure

Was he not interested in you anymore?

Did he just use you for sex?

You tried pushing those thoughts away, knowing that Reg would never be bored of you or use you

But you couldn’t help but doubt yourself :,(

He always hung out with people you didn’t like.

People who had a certain fondness for the Dark Arts

You confronted him a couple times about it before

“Reg, those ‘friends’ seem a little… concerning, don’t you think?”

He obviously denied

“They just like Dark Magic, what’s the problem in an interest?”

You didn’t argue with him.

you thought you just made an unfair assumption on people’s interest.

and if they’re not using dark magic against anyone, what could be the problem?

But in Regulus’ span of ignoring you, you noticed how his ‘friend group’ changed

These weren’t just people who liked dark magic

they were people who used dark magic

People you knew would become death eaters

You wanted to say something to Reg, but you didn’t know how.

A few days later, you got a letter from Sirius.

You had never had a full conversation with Sirius, and you did not know how he knew about your’s and Regulus’ relationship

But the letter asked you to make sure Reg didn’t have the dark mark

Reading that letter made everything feel real to you

Would Regulus actually join the death eaters? No…right?

You started questioning if you really knew your boyfriend at all.

So you asked him to meet you at the astronomy tower later that evening

Everything in between the moment you asked him and the moment he walked up the stairs to the astronomy tower was a blur

You barley remember making conversation with him

You just remember holding his left arm and pulling up his sleeve

and seeing the mark of Voldemort’s followers on his arm

You dropped his arm and put your hands on your face

You were frustrated and sad

Tears were about to spill

“I thought you were different, Reg. I thought you weren’t like them.”

You cried now

and pulled your hands down from your face

and slapped him in the chest

His face was unreadable

“What the fuck, Reg?”

You hit him again

You slaps were barley hurting him

“No! You’re not like them.”

You kept yelling at him

you kept hitting his chest

until he grabbed your arms

and pulled you closer

so his head could rest on yours

You cried in his embrace

tears and mascara ruining his dress shirt and green tie

you didn’t return his hug

your arms felt bound to your chest

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

His smooth voice cracked

he let you go

and stared into your eyes

He focused on every detail of your face

“So sorry.”

He walked you back to your dorm that night

The only sound in the quietness of Hogwarts that night was your sniffling.

You went to bed without another word

Much later, you had not forgiven Regulus

It had been a couple of months since you last spoke

You were nearing the end of sixth year

One night, you couldn’t sleep so you decided to go for a walk

An orange cat followed you through the halls, then disappeared around the corner when a group of male voices appeared

You could distinguish the mischevious laughter from anywhere

It was Regulus’ death eater ‘friends’

You tried walking faster, not wanting to gain their attention

“Oi! Aye, you!” One of them shouted at you

You tried to ignore them, but one grabbed your shoulder and turned you around

There were three boys standing behind you

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

You were scared

You tried walking backward, but they only backed you into a corner

You left your wand in your dorm, not thinking you’d need it

So you had no way to defend yourself

They were all significantly bigger and stronger than you

and you knew their intentions

“Why so quiet?” Another one asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

The other boy grabbed your shirt and was about to tug it off when you heard a familiar voice

“Get the fuck off her.”

All the boys turned around

There stood Regulus

The boys scrambled when they saw him

The next morning, you would report the three boys to Dumbledore, Regulus as your witness

They were expelled :)

And that was the last you ever saw of Regulus

You didn’t speak once the following summer or seventh year.

And, when you graduated Hogwarts, you assumed you never would see him again

You were invited to his funeral, but you never went

You didn’t think you could handle it

You always meant to ask him how he knew you were in trouble that night

You knew there was no way he just happened to be out at the same time as you, walking in the same hallway at the exact time you needed him

You only reached a conclusion on your first day of teaching at Hogwarts, many years later.

You were in the courtyard, reminiscing about your days at Hogwarts when you saw a big orange cat perched on a railing

You automatically recognized it as the one you saw on the night Regulus saved you

It was undoubtedly the cat you saw in the hallway that night

And the more this cat stared at you

The more you began to wonder.

Then the cat winked at you and lept down and rubbed at your feet.

He purred at you, reminding you of Regulus’ smooth voice and when he sang

“I’m so sorry Professor!”

One of your students ran up to you and grabbed her cat.

“It’s alright, Hermione. He seems lovely.”

“He is lovely. Even though Ron would disagree.”

You laughed at her comment.

“What’s his name?”

“Well, I just got him before school started. I didn’t like his original name, so I call him Crookshanks”

“Crookshanks is a great name. But what was his original name?”

“Well, the shopkeeper called him Reg.”

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A/N: The plot twist is that Regulus was an animagus and never died but instead became Crookshanks. He was the cat in the hallway, always following y/n while she thought he was ignoring her. I also spent 2 hours writing this (crazy ik), so I hope you guys like it. :)

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mxrvelous · 4 years

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Padfoot, the Big Black Dog [Sirius Black - Marauders]

💟☼💟 PROMPT 💟☼💟 ☾ ¡Requested! ☾ Y/N L/N adores dogs, and when she mistakes a certain animagus as a cuddly stray, she’s in for a massive treat. 💟☼💟 A/N 💟☼💟 Hope you enjoy this, darling! This was such a nice idea, and I was so, so excited to start on it. I’m sorry you had to wait so long, but I hope the wait for worth it! If you’d like a sequel, all you have to do is ask for it when requests are opened back up, hehe. Love you! xx 💟☼💟 WORD COUNT 💟☼💟 2833 💟☼💟 TAG LIST 💟☼💟@rageofcaliban ,@kapolisradomthoughts ,@saucyleftovers

WHEN Y/N’S MOM ASKED IF SHE WANTED A tabby cat for her eleventh birthday, it took all of her willpower not to flee the bloody state of England. Hogwarts had their restrictions and regulations, and according to her halfblooded mother who attended the damned school as a youth, dogs weren’t allowed. Called them “mutts"— burdens. This was an absolute outrage to Y/N and she absolutely refused to even look in the direction of those yowling daemons when she came upon them in a pet-store.

This specific memory came back to Y/N when she spotted a lounging dog—right beside the Great Lake, during her fifth-year of Hogwarts. It was a gorgeous dog, especially through her peripheral vision at this specific vantage point. Thick black fur, pointed ears relaxed back to the top of its shaggy-haired head, a long tail softly brushing back and forth on the grass. Y/N couldn’t help but gasp. A bloody dog—in Hogwarts!

"Oh my gosh,” Y/N breathed quietly. When the dog didn’t register her voice or feel the shift of energy in the atmosphere, she supposed it had to have been sleeping. Any other animal would have shot up, stared at her with petrified anxiety, then pranced away in a flurry of fur and footfalls. This particular animal—this dog—was too preoccupied with lazing about to really reflect on anything other than the soothing trickling of the Great Lake’s waters. Even if it was conscious, it probably felt itself too comfortable to actually pay any real attention. What was there to fear, anyway? The Giant Squid?

Y/N ignored the urge to scurry down to the dog and tackle it with kisses and hugs, and in place of her passion, she called herself down enough to just stand there and stare at it. She wondered whether it was a girl or a boy—with the way it lounged, she proposed it was a boy. Yes, a boy. He was most definitely a male dog. And his name; did he even have a name, or was he really a stray, as she originally suspected? Y/N couldn’t honestly tell, and before she could protest the movement or think against her intentions, she was doing just what she originally told herself she wouldn't—shouldn't—do: scurry down the hill and attack the dog.

A great yelp escaped him the moment Y/N plopped to the ground and barreled into him. A strangled gasp came from the dog mere seconds afterward, and he began to bark with great fervor. Y/N quickly began to shush him. “McGonagall hates dogs; keep your bark down!” she whispered hurriedly, loosening her grip on his thick, furry neck. Strangely, the dog froze. To Y/N, it almost seemed as though her voice was familiar to him.

The dog jumped from her arms with a great harrumph and shook himself off. Y/N eyed him in amusement. There was something about the dog that made her just want to giggle and giggle. Was it the way he acted like the animal-version of a Marauder? Y/N supposed so, due to her strange infatuation with the group’s humor and pranks.

“Listening to me, are you?” Y/N quipped smirkingly. The dog tilted his head, amusement clear in his eyes—but Y/N didn’t notice. She thought he was her newly-acquired pet—her new companion—and quickly scooted closer. "It’s quite alright; I appear to have that effect on all men and all animals. Not cats, though—those little beasts can go kiss a bloody hog’s arse than be anywhere near me.“

The dog let out an obnoxious snort, a cross between a bark and a laugh. Y/N eyed him with curiosity. Ignoring the part of her afraid that he was born into a pack of wolves, and would scramble her body parts into disposal bits before she could even react, she reached out a hand. "You’re so adorable,” she cooed at the dog. His fur was black like midnight, covered in a silvered gleam from the moonlight’s ominous glare. It was very soft—strange for a stray. There wasn’t a single trace of grim on him, excluding any pieces of grass that laid nimbly on his torso.

“Don’t worry,” Y/N said to him, “I’m not like McGonagall. I love dogs!” The dog beamed at her, eyes alight with pleasure as her nails massaged the bases of his ears gently. He was a very nice dog, surprisingly. Y/N expected him to bite and nip at her like any other animal she’d known. They were all rather particular about who they let scratch their bellies, and Y/N’s impatient desire to constantly pet and rub on an animal did not sit well with any of them. This dog, though, seemed to enjoy her presence.

It made her feel a bit open-hearted, and she felt she could confine anything in this dog. Maybe he could help her with her charms homework!

“Are you a magical dog?” she asked stupidly, glancing at the dog with her brow furrowed in curiosity. When the dog merely stared back at her, tongue lapping about its jaw and eyes freckled with a haze of sleepiness, Y/N grunted, “Well?”

His eyes bore into the base of her skull. She took that as a no, and she subconsciously rubbed at the temple of her cranial cavity. Part of her wondered why the dog’s eyes looked familiar, but the other part of her thought it was useless to think of the animal as anything but a dog. Y/N pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, bringing a dainty hand up to the dog’s black coat, smiling as she scratched him behind the ear.

Minutes passed with a comfortable silence filling the void. A shrill buzz lit itself in Y/N’s head and she slowly turned to look at the figure of Hogwarts just a string of yards away. She sighed. “Seems I have to go,” she said sadly. She patted the red and gold pin attached to her robes. “Prefect duties call.”

The dog watched her, and strangely, his eyes were just as alight with disappointment. He whimpered, lifting up a paw and scratching at the air. The sight made Y/N’s lips twist into a pout. Damn Lily Evans for giving me rounds this time of evening.

A sudden thought struck Y/N then, and she grinned wolfishly at her newly-found companion. “I’ll be back tomorrow! You’ll be here, right?”

The dog tilted his head. A subtle nod came from him, and to Y/N, that was answer enough.

Y/N winked. “Try not to get caught by McGonagall or Filch,” she whispered, theatrically glancing behind her with an exaggerated expression of pure terror. “I swear, their robes are made of dog fur!”

With one last grin in the dog’s direction, Y/N was off to perform her rounds. Behind her, the dog slinked off into the shadows and there, he materialized into the form of a human. A grin identical to Y/N’s was on his face, and he just knew that he wouldn’t miss their next meeting for the world.

— — —

The next day, Y/N stomped her way to the Great Lake with a scowl on her face. Her companion awaited her presence, and his chocolate eyes stared at her curiously as she came near. With an unladylike grunt, she plopped on the ground. She immediately reached out to pet on her animal friend’s nape.

Y/N scowled at the ground. “Lucius Malfoy is the absolute worst!” The dog’s gaze intensified and he pawed at her robed thigh. Y/N spared him a glance and released a sigh, knowing that was his way of asking for her to elaborate. “I heard him and his band of Death-Eater goons saying really rude shite about Gryffindors. He was being bloody nasty about the Marauders and Lily Evans. Calling them blood-traitors and mudbloods, and saying he couldn’t wait until school ended so he’d have a chance of seeing them on the battlegrounds.”

Her dog companion tilted his head in confusion. Y/N gave a mirthless chuckle. “I have a habit of sneaking around Hogwarts after curfew. Seems like that bloody git Malfoy does too. I was heading back to the common-room from the kitchens when I heard him talking. I wanted to avoid a duel with him and his idiot friends, so I hid behind that one curtain around the Room of Requirements.”

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, then dropped it to scratch behind her dog friend’s left ear. “Hopefully Sirius and them will have planned a prank on him by the end of the week. Knowing him, it’ll be grand.”

The dog’s ears perked, and he snapped his head up at Y/N. He barked loudly and boisterously, pawing harshly at her stomach area. Y/N giggled and swatted him away. A blush was forming on her face. “Oh, you know, don’t you?” she said sheepishly. “Damned dogs, always sniffing out my secrets and crushes.”

Again, she was pawed at through her robes, this time a scratch of the dog’s claws itching her left forearm. She glared at him.“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you about it.” With a grunt and bit of effort, she settled herself into a crisscrossed sitting position and looked at the dog expectantly. He sat himself up and stared at her. Very obedient dog, Y/N thought idly before a dreamy smile overtook her face. “Oh, Sirius Black. Handsomest guy in our year. And by far the smartest, funniest, and wittiest. Some would say Remus is the intelligent one or James is the funny one, but he’s always been different for me. He hides behind these jokes and insults, but I know he’s secretly a bashful little boy, blushing when he’s praised and always knowing the right answers.”

Her dog friend scooted closer, and it honestly felt like he was hanging onto her every word. Y/N giggled like a naive schoolgirl, feeling that he was a better friend to confine in than any of her dorm-mates—bloody psychopaths. “Yeah, we’ve never really talked, though. There was this one time in second year where we were both separated from our friends on the train and decided to just sit together instead, but you know. That was a long time ago—Merlin knows if he himself even remembers it. I just—” Y/N cut herself off. She swallowed down the words she was going to say and inhaled a deep, frosted breath. “He was so sweet to me—he never looked at me like all those other girls. Like I was some game to him. Maybe I’m reading the signs wrong, but I honestly feel like he respects me.”

Her friend shuffled even closer. His snout nestled into her side. Y/N smiled. “I absolutely love it when he pulls pranks on that Slytherin lot—especially Severus sodding Snape. He is the worst bloke I have ever met, and believe me, I know a lot of gits. When he called Lily a mudblood last year, I didn’t know what to think. If I was brave like Sirius and James, I might have hexed him myself. However—”

A call that sounded identical to Marlene McKinnon’s shrill voice came from Hogwarts before Y/N could finish talking. “Y/N!”

Y/N sighed dramatically, giving an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “How unfortunate,” she muttered. “Bet she just wants me to help her write her potions essay. Bloody girl can never get Lily’s help, but apparently I have enough cowardice that I can’t deny someone in their hour of need.”

“Y/N! ARE YOU OUT HERE?”

Y/N turned in the direction of Hogwarts. “YES! NOW STOP BLOODY YELLING!” She turned her attention to her friend. He was already looking and her, and his eyes were pleading that she ignore her friend and stay with him. Y/N’s heart broke just a little and she mentally threw out a curse at Filch and McGonagall for being so damned strict on pet regulations. “I’m sorry, boy. I’ll be back tomorrow, alright?”

He softly barked in reply. Y/N’s frown turned into a small smile and she rubbed his head. “Be good, okay? And don’t get caught.” With a cheeky wink, she was gone yet again.

And her dog companion was left to stare at her retreating back, wondering how he could ever reveal the truth.

— — —

Day after day after day passed, and Y/N grew into a routine of meeting the dog every evening after dinner. He was always there, just patiently waiting for her to arrive, and he listened to her rants. He growled at all the right places, and stared at her attentively, like there was a human nestled beneath all the fur and animalistic tendencies. Sometimes Y/N nicked a piece of steak and kidney pie or a roll for him, and she beamed at him when he devoured them contentedly.

One day, Y/N was going out to meet the dog several minutes later than usual. She’d been held up in detention after back-talking Slughorn into holding her back for a bit more dusting, and she was running towards the Great Hall at a faster speed than she’d like to. She was afraid to find her companion gone.

When she arrived, her heart dropped at seeing her dog companion nowhere in sight. She looked around hurriedly, face saturated in anxiety. “Boy? Boy, are you here?” She waited a few seconds, scrutinizing the scene, before her voice took a panicked edge. “Oh dear Merlin, did McGonagall make you into a fur-coat? I’m never going to Wizarding Heaven now!”

Y/N ran towards the Great Lake and she peered in. “Who am I going to gossip about Sirius Black with? Who can I bitch to about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape? Oh, shite.” Tears were starting to fill Y/N’s eyes.

Suddenly, a throats cleared from behind her. Petrified. That’s how she felt, knowing she was no longer alone and that the one figure was a person. Slowly but surely, Y/N turned around and the person she found herself faced with was not who she was expecting. It was Sirius Black and he had an enormous grin on his face. “You know, Y/N,” he said huskily, his grin widening with each word, “you could always gossip about how gorgeous my hair is and how magnificent a prankster I am to me. Just a thought, though!”

Y/N gaped at him. She was too shocked to even flush, and so she stuck with blatantly staring at him. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of looking at him, she found herself capable of words. Well, partially. “W-What?” she squeaked.

Sirius sighed and stepped closer. “Okay,” he said slowly, “so, there is the honest possibility that the dog you were talking to about all your problems and… crushes… wasn’t actually a dog. I mean, how could a dog even make it through the barrier? You’d have better luck in chitchatting with a bloody centaur.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re an Animagus?” Sirius nodded in confirmation. “Why didn’t you bloody reveal yourself sooner, then?”

Sirius sighed. “In all honesty, I was nervous about it. Hearing you… talk so openly about your feelings for me was just something I enjoyed hearing so I thought, why the hell not? I know, I know—that’s a really big invasion of privacy, and I feel really bad for it, but I like you a whole bloody lot myself, alright? So no harm, no foul—right? Is… is that how that saying goes?”

The girl rubbed a hand over her face. “Bloody hell, Sirius.”

The moment she looked back up, Sirius was directly in front of her. It was like a scene from a Jane Austen book, one she’d always dreamed of since she was a little girl. She stared at him, flinching with surprise when he ran his nimble fingers through her hair. He smiled. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he murmured, then swiftly leaned down to kiss her.

There was no fireworks or explosions or anything like that involved in their kiss. Instead, what Y/N felt with Sirius was something so much more. His lips tasted like electricity, and with his sweet kiss came sparks—ones filled with passion and hurt and comfort. He felt like home—something that Y/N had never felt with anyone ever before.

When Sirius pulled back, they were both breathless and wanting more. Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind Sirius’s ear and stared at him curiously. She still had one more question. “So… you mind explaining why you turn into a big black dog?”

Sirius’s gorgeous smirk dropped into a sheepish frown. Fucking busted. “I’d rather not.”

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